The door of the bar was violently smashed open, and a team of guards with live ammunition rushed in and immediately dispersed from both sides. The blazing gunpoint was directed at the two groups of people in the bar, forcing them to separate. Then a man in a formal dress with a sallow complexion, a trimmed beard, and white gloves walked in with his hands behind his back. He looked around and said in a deep voice, "What's going on here."
"Mr. Smith, it's obvious that the fat Lusen is causing trouble." Lucy blinked and said softly in Allen's ear: "This is Smith, the security supervisor of the building, a man with serious cleanliness. Like Lusen That fat, stupid guy is exactly the type he hates."
Allen said "Oh" and waited and watched.
Smith looked at the two of them, his eyes first fell on the blonde girl and said: "Miss Lucy, have we met a little more recently?"
Then it landed on Allen, nodded and said: "Mr. Allen, you go first, I will deal with it here."
Allen was a little surprised that they believed Lucy's words without asking. Lucy tugged on his sleeve, and the two left the bar quickly. In the bar, Lu Sen's screams sounded like killing a pig, and Lucy's green eyes were almost narrowed into a pair of crescent moons, full of smiles.
"They put a lot of trust in you," Allen said.
Lucy laughed, slapped Allen on the back and said, "Don't be stupid, they are monitoring every corner of this building. Do you think they don't know Lu Sen's tricks?"
"If that's the case, why..." Allen frowned, thinking that people like Smith deliberately let this happen.
"You're so naive, Smith and the others are very clear about what happened in the building. They don't care about the competition or even the friction between the players, as long as no one is killed. On the contrary, they will record our performance, as Some sort of basis for reference."
At this moment, Allen remembered that when he finished the reaction training, there were indeed a few people outside the training area who recorded something with their brains.
"Hey, don't worry about that fat pig." Lucy bumped into him and said, "You owe me a favor. Why don't you think about being my subordinate again."
Allen was a child after all, and said bravely: "Even if you don't show up, I can still deal with that guy. As for the subordinates..."
Seeing his half-smile, Lucy's expression changed: "Don't, you're the answer again."
"As I said, I don't like being a subordinate. However, we can be friends... My name is Allen."
Seeing Allen stretch out his hand, Lucy sighed and said, "Okay, friends are friends."
"Lucy!" The girl held Alan with one hand and announced her name. Looking at Alan's injured arm, she untied the hair ribbon tied with the ponytail. When the blonde hair is let loose and falls loose. It was like a golden wave rolling by, and at that moment, like the scorching sun rising, the radiance carried by the girl was so brilliant that it couldn't be more brilliant.
For a while, Allen was stunned.
He didn't come back to his senses until his hands were wrapped with ribbons. Lucy tied a cute bow on his arm, then waved her hand and said, "I'm leaving, remember to wash it and return it to me, friend."
"Where can I find you?"
"Here, or, find me on the 17th floor.
"Leaving Alan with a sunny smile, the girl drifted away.
The ray of sunlight pierced through my heart, as if the cold darkness deep in my heart had been dissipated a lot by this ray of light.
In the bar, Lu Sen and several teenagers were taken away. Cudd, who was seriously injured, was taken directly to the hospital for treatment. Smith was standing in a corner of the bar. On the floor under his feet, a few drops of blood were bright red. Smith crouched down and slid a test tube out of the sleeve. He took out a handkerchief from his jacket and wiped it on the floor, then stuffed the blood-stained handkerchief into the test tube.
With a shake of his hand, the test tube slipped back into his sleeve, and the security supervisor stood up as if nothing happened, and left calmly.
After returning to his office, Smith called in a confidant. He took out the test tube, put it gently on the table and said, "Go and give this to Mr. Hessing, the steward of the Bethkind family, and tell him that this is what he needs."
The confidant nodded, put the test tube in his pocket, and left quietly.
That night, Smith's confidant walked into a hotel, opened a room, and put the test tube into the private safe in the room. After doing all this, he left immediately, and 10 minutes later, the room was opened. A man wearing a felt hat and a long black coat walked in. He seemed to know the password of the safe early in the morning, and after quickly opening it, he took out the test tube inside and put it into a suitcase.
Carrying the box to the lobby, he handed the box to the lobby manager, and said in a low voice, "Immediately send the samples inside for a genetic comparison, and the comparison object is Master Horn."
"Understood, sir." The manager nodded.
The night was very deep. Looking up from the floating island, the moon hanging from the sky in the far sky seemed much bigger. On Babylon, even those majestic mountains on the moon can be seen. The moonlight cast on this floating island was scattered by other lights of various colors. The city of Babylon is brightly lit and full of joyful songs and laughter. The floating island is always so lively and bustling, and it is almost like two worlds from the dilapidated and lonely surface.
When the man in black came out from the quiet street where the hotel was located, he ran into two drunk men head-on. The man in black stepped aside cautiously, and the two men raised their wine bottles to him and said, "Would you like a sip, sir?"
"No, thank you." The man in black turned and left, and the noisy voices of two drunks still sounded behind him. And he himself quickly integrated into the bustling streets with people coming and going. In the distance, the passionate "Song of the Great Era" sounded in an unknown tavern. Many people should sing in unison with the tune, but no one knows that it is in this seemingly ordinary night. In the song of the world's destiny, another low-pitched melody is quietly inserted.
In his bedroom, Allen opened one of the books Hughton had given him, just as Smith received a new secret transfer of long numbers for his account. The pages of this "Biography of Famous Generals" have turned yellow, and the paper is even more worn. It seems that Hughton has turned it over many times.
Open the cover, there is only one sentence on the title: the result is always more important than the process, and victory is always more glorious than failure. As long as you win, who cares whether you used dishonorable means in the process. The important thing is that you can survive, and live to the end!
This book almost includes the great battles experienced by the famous generals of all dynasties since the establishment of the Earth Federation, which are enough to be recorded in history. It is precisely because of the accumulation of these battles
, Only then did human beings live today. Of the battles recorded in the book, only a few took place on Earth, while others took place during expeditions in Outland. The generals who presided over these battles were both resourceful and brave, and there are many people who are both wise and brave.
But no matter what type of famous general they are, their battles can basically be summed up in four words: soldiers never tire of deceit.
As one of the generals said: "A smart general will try his best to attack from the enemy's rear or flank. As for those who clamor to fight from the front, there are only two kinds of people. One is to sit on the absolute advantage , People who plan to add an extra military medal to themselves. The other is an arrogant and ignorant fool. The former has obvious advantages and pretends to be generous. The latter is stupid. Such people have long been under the wheel of the times To be crushed into ashes!"
It has to be said that some of the battles in the book are so intriguing and tricky that Allen's back feels a little chilled. At the end of some of these battles, there are also Hughton's comments, which point directly to the lower limit of despicableness. At the end of the book, the words of Osarit, the famous general of the Federation generation, are used as the concluding remarks.
Perhaps, some of our deeds will leave future generations with infamy. But those who scold us, please don't forget, without all that we have done. Maybe, you don't even have the chance to scold. War is never in the name of justice!
Seeing this sentence, Alan's little heart was once again shocked.
When the book was closed, Tonisf came. When Allen came to the hall, he saw the second lieutenant directing several soldiers to move boxes of things in. Allen walked over, looked at the box and said, "What are these?"
"These are some good things." Tonisf happily opened the seal of one of the boxes, and then opened the box, and there were two rows of fruits neatly arranged inside. They are red and simple, and water drops are still dripping on the surface of the fruit leaves, as if they were just picked from the tree.
Allen's eyes lit up, and he hesitated, "Is this... an apple?"
On the surface, although the environment has begun to recover, it is still some time before vegetables and fruits can be grown. Allen once ate an apple, which was a smuggled product that Lanny bought from a black dealer. He still remembers the fruit that doesn't seem to have much moisture, but still has a bit of sweet and sour taste when bitten. It is a delicacy that he will relish after a few years.
Now seeing so much at once, Allen couldn't react. But if you look carefully, these fruits seem to be a little different from apples. Its skin and leaves are thinner, as if you can see the bright and dripping flesh inside.
"This is not an apple." Tonisf then took one out of the box and stuffed it to Allen: "Try it, they are absolutely delicious."
Allen took a bite, when the peel entered his mouth together with the pulp. They almost melted in the mouth, turning into a clear and sweet pulp, which flowed down the esophagus into Alan's body. Allen suddenly felt that the source power in his body trembled slightly, and there seemed to be some kind of resonance between them and this strange fruit.
"Hmph, Fireberry. Tonisf, when did you become so generous?" Hughton, who was lying on the table drunk suddenly, said.
Tonisov's face with bewitching eyeshadow seemed to be glowing, and he said with a smile on his face, "Because these are all rewards from my baby Ellen!"
(end of this chapter)