meeting. The upper echelons of the sanctuary have long since given up on capturing the rebel leader alive, only to get rid of this thorn in his side. Which pilot was bold enough to act without authorization and replace a one-hit kill munition
"it's me!"
Someone actually admitted it.
A control cabin in the command center opened, and the petite girl jumped out. She took off her helmet, revealing the same red hair as the Archon—the video was shot no more than a few years ago, and Asha looks almost the same now, except that she looks more delicate and immature. "I hit him! Dad!" She cheered as if no one was there, "I changed the tracking bomb, and the tracker stayed on him!"
Everyone outside the control cabin was stunned and speechless. It's not that no one has thought of the homing bullet, but using it requires very precise technology, and there is a great risk of letting the repeat offender go. But no one dared to become angry. Those who can stand here are not fools. Even if she somehow sneaked into the command center and participated in operations and replaced ammunition completely against the rules, who would dare to say no to the precious little daughter of the consul
The consul's face paled slightly, because of the little daughter in front of him, and what she said. He hurriedly asked: "What code?"
"The code I set myself, if I don't tell you, no one will be able to guess it." The girl said triumphantly.
"Don't mess around, this is a big deal!" The consul sighed.
His voice was not harsh, as if coaxing a few-year-old child to hand over candy. His daughter was obviously not conscious of being ordered by the supreme leader, and she still had a bright smile and mischievous eyes. She walked over, took the consul's arm, and said, "I didn't say no! But you have to promise me one thing, when they follow the code to catch someone, you have to give him to me, okay? "
"What?" The consul was taken aback.
"It doesn't matter to others, just give Eden to me, directly to me." She said, shaking her father's arm coquettishly, "I get what I kill, as you said before!"
The consul's frown could make the gray-haired general tremble, but unfortunately his youngest daughter ignored it and still looked at him with a smile. After a few seconds, the consul nodded impatiently and said, "Okay."
Asha grinned.
The video ended at this moment, and the blooming smile froze on her face. The beautiful girl's smile should be fascinating, but this one makes 329 terrified—the smile is so big that it almost distorts that delicate face, and the green eyes are shining, facing the screen, as if looking at the audience outside the screen . So much happiness... No, it was ecstasy, it was good children looking forward to Christmas gifts, fanatics welcoming miracles, addicts coveting powder, predators looking at the flesh that was about to fall into their mouths, and licking white teeth with the tip of their tongues . It was not something strange, 329 suddenly realized that it had never really disappeared, it had always been hidden in Yasha's eyes, dormant in every look she cast on him.
He was disturbed by Asha's unreasonable longing for a while, but he didn't expect that what she showed was just the tip of the iceberg, which had been carefully and reservedly modified and hidden. Her greed used to be so blatant and sharp, unrestrained and unscrupulous, all of which are now only revealed in the heat of passion...
329 stroked his lower abdomen subconsciously.
Under the palm is the most serious scar on his body, and Asha's kisses on the scar flashed in 329's mind again and again. So it was, so it was, it wasn't just lust that drove her. It was she who shot down the eagle, she was the only one who defeated the legend for the last time. She was his protector and had been his executioner; she took away his ability to be someone's partner or mother, and gave him the status of lover. She kissed her masterpiece with equal parts pity and pride on her lips.
So, they were all wrong, 329 thought. Those who mourned for his infertility were wrong, and those who only hurt the non-fatal and non-disabled part of themselves were also wrong. The homing rounds ended up killing Commander Iden, and no one expected that the shrapnel left in his body would lead the way for the enemy, turning the hero into an unwitting traitor.
The civilians in the shelter have been separated too far from the dignitaries, and they don't even know that there is such a thing as a homing bomb. When the Iron Guard entered the base camp of the Revolutionary Army, none of the people who were caught off guard were spared.
329 has no way of knowing about this part, and the capture and massacre all happened outside the monitor. In the past, the coverage area of the monitor was not wide enough, and some precious moments failed to be recorded, so even the daughter of the consul could not be collected.
For example, the massacre that captured Eden, such as the first meeting between Asha and Eden.
This "meeting" certainly does not mean in person or face to face.
At that time, the rebels had not yet made such a big noise, and their morning star was just emerging. At that time, Yasha's brothers and sisters were still alive, and she was just an ignorant little girl. When she slipped into the meeting room where her father was, the atmosphere in the room was as cold as ever, the old guys were drooping, the father, sister and brothers were all frowning, and everyone was as bored as a stone statue. Yasha pouted, looked up, and saw the man on the screen take off his helmet, and opened his mouth to tear the dull air.
"Is this a live broadcast? Great!" He grabbed the ladder hanging from the civilian aircraft and shouted at the camera, "The sky should not be sealed with chains, citizens should not wear collars, knowledge and civilization belong to all mankind! They are not eligible Stop it! We deserve the truth! Friends, stand up…”
"Cut the signal!" the Archon ordered.
The screen suddenly went black, the room was silent, and the heavy air returned. Then they started discussing "New Trouble Eden Mitchell", "That damned omega".
It's just that the picture in the little girl's mind has not been extinguished, and the loud voice has not been silenced. In the midst of the hail of bullets, the man was covered in blood. He was not really a decent person, he was an inferior person. But the wind and waves whipped up his short blond hair, and even in the blurred picture, the blue eyes under the goggles were still quite bright. His eyes were shining brightly, and his voice was full of frightening flames, making Asha momentarily at a loss as to what to do. The restless little girl froze there, feeling... strange.
She had never seen anyone like it.
It was as if the curtains that had been closed all day were pulled open, and the dazzling sunlight shone in, making people cover their eyes and couldn't help but look out through their fingers. It was as if a big hole had been blown open in the impenetrable tower, and the gust of wind gushed into the cracked stone wall, making people hold their breath and want to exhale. Asha's mouth was dry, her skin was shaking, and her heart was beating wildly. She wanted to say something, but her tongue fell open.
She didn't know what she saw in this man, and if you were born without seeing colors, and someday saw a rainbow, you wouldn't be able to say the exact admiration. But it felt good, this person was good, like the sun before the cataclysm, like the sky in the simulator—it made Asha dizzy, made her want to fly.
Her father finally found her, and the consul was surprised by the youngest daughter's bewilderment, and then worried, thinking that she was frightened by the thugs just now. Yasha shook her head vigorously, my lord is so stupid, how could she be frightened? "He's not scary!" she blurted out, "He's very, he's very..."
Yasha was at a loss for words, and after thinking for a long time, she couldn't come up with a suitable description. By the way, he is an omega.
"He's good-looking...?" She said uncertainly, using the words her brothers and sisters used to praise omega.
The grown-ups laughed, and Asha peeked at their faces for confirmation. She nodded more confidently and said, "He is beautiful."
"Yeah." Her youngest brother sneered, "It's pretty."
The frozen screen suddenly moved, and the past Asha disappeared from it. The logo for the shelter's official channel emerges in the frame, and the virtual butler says: "Urgent news."
The content of the urgent news is that the heir to the consul has had an unfortunate accident.
A photo of the crown prince appeared in the corner, with red hair and green eyes. Not long after, the Consul appeared in the picture, still sitting on the chair, his face more serious than before, almost gnashing his teeth. He dryly introduced the new crown prince, or rather the crown princess, to the crowd. The female alpha with red hair and green eyes stood behind his father's chair, draping his shoulders, with a sweet smile.
15. From princess to queen
"I did it."
329 suddenly opened his eyes.
He hadn't slept well, even in the most comfortable bed, the mess in his head kept him from sleeping. Sometimes he dreams in a daze, dreaming of gunpowder smoke and flying. They are not memories of the past, but just replays of daytime documentaries.
And this one, this face that was still as bright as a spring day in the dark bedroom, the hand that rested on his cheek and caressed 329's face, was obviously neither a memory nor a dream.
It's Asha.
She straddled 329 and leaned over to touch his forehead. They were so close, 329 could smell the smell of grass and milk, this familiar smell made his eyes warm for no reason. It was only at this moment that he realized that he missed his alpha. It was too long since the last time he was so close, and too many things happened in the middle, it seemed like a lifetime away. When Asha's lips dragged from his chin to his lips in a chaste kiss, 329 felt exhausted and didn't want to say a word.
He just let go.
As if invited, Asha cupped his face and licked it into his mouth. The soft and flexible tongue rolled over his tongue, brushing the oral mucosa all over, eager but still without any erotic meaning, like a house cat rubbing its trouser legs, vowing to wipe all her smell on you. 329 subconsciously supported her waist, the girl's waist was as soft as ever, without swords or armor. She loosened her bun with one hand