Xiao Mu's face turned serious when Green mentioned Mitt, and asked, "Which star mission is he in? Can you describe his appearance?"
Green said: "Not in the mission, but a waiter. He has fair skin and a slender figure..." Green recalled Mitt's appearance, racking his brains to think of adjectives.
He wanted to say that Mitt looked very gloomy, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't say it. He knew that Mitt was a bad person, but Mitt treated him very well.
When Xiao Mu heard this, he thought that there were so many waiters in the banquet, and the description was too rough and difficult to find, so he said, "I'll find the recording and broadcasting video later, can you help circle him?"
Green was silent for a moment: "Okay."
Xiao Mu hung up the phone, turned to Ah Dao: "Can I get the video of the banquet as soon as possible? I need the video before and after the Sentinel's mania."
Ah Da nodded: "Yes."
He didn't ask anything, he heard what Xiao Mu said clearly during the communication, and he could probably guess what useful information the person who contacted Xiao Mu found.
The video was quickly transmitted to Xiao Mu's terminal, and Xiao Mu forwarded the video to Green.
Not long after, Green sent Xiao Mu a picture, which was a screenshot from the video. In the picture, a man in a wine-red waiter suit was circled in red.
The man was wearing a ceremonial hat, and raised his head slightly behind the chaotic crowd, revealing a pale to pale face, his complexion was gloomy and cold, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
It looks like you can't help but get chills on your back.
Xiao Mu thanked Green for replying the message, then contacted Leo, repeated Green's words, and at the same time sent the picture with Mitt in the circle,
After a while, Lei Ao replied: "I have seen him on Nine Stars, so it should be right."
After Leo's message was sent, he talked about the matter while Ren was free, then left the banquet hall, ordered his subordinates to start checking the waiters, and went to the person in charge of the banquet to get the list of waiters.
Leo frowned and stood in the office of the person in charge of the banquet, watching the person in charge follow the list of waiters to confirm whether everyone was present.
"What?" Five minutes later, the person in charge contacted more than 20 people, and suddenly his voice rose sharply, "When? Go find him quickly and stop him."
He hung up the communication and said to Leo: "Five minutes ago, a waiter named Temi suddenly had diarrhea and went to the bathroom."
"Temi?" Leo snorted coldly, it was really a casual pseudonym.
The person in charge said: "I have asked the team leader to look for it, and I will definitely find it."
However, he was slapped in the face the next moment, and after hearing the team leader's reply, his face turned pale: "Temi is gone."
Leo lowered his face: "Adjust the monitoring, and," he looked at the person in charge sharply, "How are you going to explain why an unknown alien can serve as a waiter on such an important occasion as a state banquet?"
The person in charge became even more nervous: "It was my negligence, and I will definitely review it."
He didn't dare to be sloppy after speaking, and quickly called out the monitoring of the first ten minutes, then called the team leader, asked where Temi was last seen, and cut the surveillance about Temi separately.
Temi, also known as Mit, was in the banquet hall, clutching his belly and talking to the team leader with a distressed face, and left the banquet hall. However, he did not go to the bathroom, but turned to the kitchen garbage disposal.
He stood under the monitor at the last corner, suddenly raised his head to look at the monitor, his eyes were cold, and then raised his hand, there was a sound of electric current, and the picture disappeared.
The screen disappeared for about ten seconds, and then returned to normal, and Mitt was no longer seen.
In other places, ten seconds is easy to attract attention, but this is the garbage disposal place, and these ten seconds are ignored.
Leo frowned, and then sent a photo of Mitt to the headquarters of the First Army, and issued a strict order to catch Mitt as soon as possible.
After issuing the order, Leo contacted Kaimen again, and told him not to relax the security of the apartment at all times, and to report the situation to him every half hour, and no one was allowed to visit.
He was really worried. Mitt looked weak, but he had advanced equipment in his hands, which was too dangerous.
Mitte, who left the banquet hall, was standing in front of an apartment at this time. He was wearing a blue sweater and slacks of the same color, with a relaxed posture and no panic at all.
He knocked on the door, and the door was quickly opened. While a delicate face was revealed, there was still a question: "Who is it?"
Seeing Green's eyes, Mitt's expressionless face instantly widened, and the original anger dissipated a lot in an instant. Before Green could react, he put his hand on Green's shoulder, pushed him into the room, and closed the door with his backhand.
After Green recovered from the shock, his whole body couldn't help trembling: "You, why are you here?"
Even if he didn't know the specific situation, he could guess that the military must be looking for Mitt everywhere now.
With a sullen face, Mit pinched Green's chin and looked down at him: "Why can't I be here? My little Green, I have already decided, as long as you don't think of me, I will never see you, but you, Remember me."
"I didn't..." Green was flustered by his shadowy eyes, and subconsciously wanted to refute.
"No?" Mit snorted coldly, "My photo must have been circulated in the military department? It's all because of you, let's say."
He caressed Green's side face with his fingers: "I was really touched. There were so many people in the picture at that time, and it took me only a moment to look up, and you could notice me."
Green's lips trembled: "You, how do you know?"
Mitt seemed to be delighted by these words, squinted his eyes, and leaned into his ear: "Of course it's because I don't want to part with Little Green. Although I decided not to take the initiative to find you, I was thinking about what if you want me?"
"Thinking about it, you have to be able to hear it if you can't see it, your apartment," he paused, "is this the fifth day of your stay?"
"Thanks to you changing the apartment. If I wanted to find you in the previous apartment, I'm afraid it would take a lot of work."
The apartments near Louis's apartment were all bought by the military at high prices, Cain was exiled, no one in Green's family took care of Green, and Green just sold the apartment for a large sum of money, which was enough for him to live a stable life.
He bought a small apartment in an ordinary residential area. Compared with the previous apartment, he prefers the current one. Although the security is not as good as the previous apartment, it is popular and makes him feel more secure.
Green glared at him. "You put monitors in the apartment?"
"Smart." Mit wrapped his arms around his waist, threw him onto the sofa regardless of his struggle, then approached him, put his hands on his side, and locked him in the sofa.
He slid his fingers from Green's forehead to the side of his face, and pressed lightly, his fair face was slightly sunken, and he said coldly, "You said, I haven't seen you for so long, how can I thank you for giving me such a big gift?"
Green kept shrinking back, wishing to shrink himself into a ball: "Don't mess around."
Mitt's breath hit his face, he was anxious and flustered, his eyes were red, "It's all your fault, if you don't do bad things and don't harm others, how can I report you."
"It's all your fault!"
Mitt hooked his chin to make him look at him, and sneered: "I'm not good? What's wrong with me? Look at those sentinels and guides. Why do they receive preferential treatment since childhood? We ordinary people will be dislike?"
"Think about the bullying you suffered when you were a child, and then think about the apartment you live in now. Don't tell me you don't know. The reason why your previous apartment was bought was to protect that god-level guide."
"No," Green shook his head. "That's not the case. Lieutenant General Louis lives there, and Marshal often stays there too. It has nothing to do with Xiao Mu."
"It doesn't matter?" Mit snorted coldly, "Your apartment was bought after that god-level guide moved in. Is there such a coincidence?"
Green bit his lip and looked at him with wide eyes: "That's okay, he helped a lot of sentries, he deserves to be protected."
He looked solemn and tried to persuade: "Although the sentinels were treated well when they were young, they were sent to the White Tower to study since they were young. After they came out, most of them were in the front line of the military headquarters, protecting our safety. They shouldered responsibilities. It should be."
Mitte narrowed his eyes: "You really think so? If you were a guide, would you be bullied since childhood? Will you be ignored for so many years?"
Green pursed his lips and looked sad: "If I were a guide, I would be abandoned earlier. After all, just hand me over to the Jinta."
"My misfortune is not because I'm an ordinary person, you know?" His eyes sparkled slightly. "After living here, the neighbors are all ordinary people. They are all happy, even happier than the sentinel guide."
"I was also on the edge of a dead end, but now I understand that my previous misfortune was due to my life experience and even more due to my character. What I will do in the future depends on myself, and it has nothing to do with anyone or anything."
"I will be braver and stronger, I will learn to praise myself, and I will work hard to be happy."
Mitte stared at him, only felt that his face seemed to be glowing, and couldn't help lowering his head to kiss him.
He left for a while, and Green, who was talking about the future, was stunned with a blushing face: "You, why did you kiss me?"
A trace of discomfort flashed across Mitt's face, and he squeezed his chin and hummed softly: "I don't want to hear your nonsense, Little Green, your innocence makes me laugh."
"When there is no unfair treatment in this world and only ordinary people, you will truly feel happy."
"Don't forget, you look almost exactly like a god-level guide. Do you dare to appear in front of the public? Facing those words and eyes that compare you, can you be happy?"
He felt that Green's body froze, and he said softly: "Don't be afraid, we are all the same, we are disgusted and disgusted, as long as there is no sentinel guide, these will change."
"Now," he grabbed Green's left hand with one hand, "Your terminal will be prohibited from being used, and you will solve the trouble you caused me. I want to stay here and let you see with your own eyes. We are not far from the goal."
"No," Green felt inexplicably flustered, shaking his head, "Don't hurt anyone anymore, I hope the sentries and guides are all well, my goal is different from yours."
"Don't be nervous," Mitt said, "I won't let you do anything, just watch, but don't try to expose me by doing small tricks. Once again, I will never let you go so easily."