Therapy Planet No. 13

The effects of sleeping pills seem to work quickly.

Within ten seconds after injecting the sleeping pills, Angel yawned lazily.

"Is this a several-fold concentrated dose?"

While covering his mouth, Angel drove Lucas and Wippman out of the room: "What? Do you want to stay here forever?"

As if remembering something, she gave Lucas a charming smile: "I didn't expect you to be a lot older than you are."

Although it is not old-fashioned these days, and blatant words among young people can be seen everywhere, but Wippman is still inevitably blushing - who asked Angel to say this to Lucas, who usually has a good reputation?

Whether it is a fierce name or a prestige, it is difficult for people to associate him with things like love and love.

But to be honest, Lucas was only twenty-eight years old when he first came to power six years ago, and now even in his early thirties, he is indeed considered young and promising among the average age of a few hundred years old in the Federation—after all, he is now Compared with the youngest member of the federal government, Rhodes, he was born nine years later.

But I haven't seen a woman around Lucas for so many years. Many people are secretly discussing whether their captain likes the same sex. Maybe he has an affair with his deputy Boyd, but some people are just guessing. He is asexual.

Journeys in interstellar voyages are often boring and long, and the crew has to entertain themselves every now and then.

And the emotional history of betting on your own boss is undoubtedly an enduring theme.

"I don't think my age can be called 'old'."

Lucas knew that Angel was this virtue, and just smiled and sarcastically said, "Not to mention I'm not interested in underage children."

His scrutinizing eyes measured Angel from head to toe, and he seemed rather regretful: "You can rest assured."

"I've turned eighteen this year."

Angel frowned dissatisfiedly, and seriously emphasized: "According to the standards of the Federal Capital Star, he is already an adult."

She looks too small, and is often regarded as a minor. Coupled with the common sense that people wandering in the interstellar space are armed with lies from head to toe, no one will believe the public age name.

"Oh?" Lucas smiled playfully, "I'm sorry, I didn't see it."

As he spoke, he took Wippman out, confirming as he walked, "How's the dose? How long can it last?"

"Ten hours..."

The voices of the two stopped abruptly with the sound of the door closing.

Angel was alone in the room again.

Heavy breathing sounded, and I don't know how long it took. After confirming that there was no one else in the room, Angel slowly opened his eyes.

She rubbed the corners of her eyes tiredly, with some physiological tears on the back of her hands, and muttered to herself, "This medicine is far less effective than a quack doctor... Lucas, where did you find a doctor? A sleeping pill The formula is not as good as the quack doctor in our small place? And even the drug resistance in me has not been detected."

Angel shook his head, sighed at the surveillance camera in the room, and was heartbroken by the starship's medical equipment: "I don't feel at ease handing Lui over to you group of people... and why are you guarding me? Huh? I'm not that gossipy."

She slipped off the bed as she spoke, wearing a large blue military uniform over her body, without shoes, stepping on the ground with her bare feet, revealing a piece of clean ankle, and gently pawing at the crack of the door.

Angel's movements were very light. Lucas believed in the efficacy of his own medicine. He never expected that Angel had already developed antibodies to ordinary sleeping pills on the 13th, and a series of actions did not disturb the cabin. The other people, Angel didn't alarm anyone when he walked out the door at this moment.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

A passing signal soldier saw the new uninvited guest swaggering around in the starship with bare feet, and hurriedly made a noise.

"Yeah!" Angel put on a harmless smile. She covered her stomach and said apologetically, "Little brother, you came just right, I just finished eating, do you know where there is good black tea to digest?"

She quickly added: "The cabin is too big, I can't find the way to the restaurant."

The signal soldier looked immature. In his limited life, he had never had contact with such a "personal" woman, and scratched his head for some reason, "You call this kind of thing smart in the room. The housekeeper is fine."

"No." Angel pursed his lips, rushed over to take the young soldier's arm, and wrapped it around easily, "I like hand-brewed ones—especially when you brew them."

The communications soldier's face was red, and he was holding a stack of documents in his arms, all of which were high-level secrets that were inconvenient to go online to prevent the risk of leaks.

"But-but-"

"But I can wait." Angel smiled sweetly, "Are you going to send it to the main control cabin? I'll go with you?"

Her voice is soft and charming, even with an exotic aura, and it doesn't take much skill to make a young man who has never seen the world be moved.

Afraid that the other party would regret it, Angel quickly assured: "Don't worry, I'll wait outside and promise not to go in."

The communications soldier stood there for a while and hesitated for a while, until a reminder came from the communications terminal to be ruthless. He thought that this lady seemed to have a lot of background. I heard before that she and the captain wanted to talk very much, and he was not good for a small person. Interfering with the captain's affairs, he gritted his teeth and said, "Just, just wait for me outside."

"Listen to you."

Angel's eyes curved into a crescent moon, gentle and sweet.

And not far away, the medical cabin that Angel couldn't see.

Lui, who was soaked in the repairing liquid, snapped his pinky finger suddenly.

In the azure-blue repair solution, countless nano-robots performed various precise repair operations along Lui's skin. The shattered bones grew back little by little, and then various fibers formed into pink flesh and skin, and even hair. They were all stimulated to grow wildly, and the short hair that had never exceeded the ears had now fallen to the top of the shoulders.

Lucas' starship is undoubtedly the highest-spec configuration, and even the medical robots equipped with the treatment cabin are top-notch.

Lui's injuries recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her face immersed in the solution was very quiet. The liquid seemed to smooth out her sharp facial features. From a distance, there was still a bit of innocence and weakness of a girl.

In the silence, her pinky finger moved invisibly.

Not even a layer of ripples were brought up.

***

After Lucas dealt with Angel, he returned to the main control cabin.

The moment the automatic door opened, Lucas saw that there was a person inside who had been waiting for a long time.

"captain."

As soon as the man saw Lucas entering the door, he quickly raised his head from the table, put his three fingers together, bent his little finger, and nodded his forehead with the middle finger, which was considered a military salute.

Many of the predecessors of the Liberty Alliance were from interstellar pirates, and they didn’t know what etiquette was.

This gesture was retained after it was later incorporated into the Free Alliance.

It is ironic enough to think that the pirates that everyone shunned were incorporated by the Free Alliance because of their good deeds.

"Boyd."

Lucas nodded, indicating that he didn't need to be so restrained. He walked to the table, where the information sent by the signal soldier was already on it, and he flipped through the document casually, with a tired tone: "You are really fast."

"After all, it is your entrustment, and you should not disgrace your mission." Boyd put on a smile, "You are the king, and I am a pawn, and only this advantage can follow."

"Did Isabella agree?"

"Um."

Boyd's androgynous face didn't look aggressive at all, and he was obviously male, but his overly soft face and Lucas, who had a scar, formed a stark contrast, but there was a A strange sense of balance.

"The Queen agrees to continue to borrow troops, and agrees that the entire Zerg is our strong backing." Boyd said with a light smile, "We will be able to cultivate more aggressive Zerg soon."

Lucas frowned: "What about the price? She just agreed?"

"She is very optimistic about the development prospects of the Allies." Boyd didn't say it directly, but just pulled out a stack of documents from the pile of documents and put it in front of Lucas, "After all, the Zerg have lost their homeland for too long."

The Zerg brood drifted slowly in the universe together, but before the war, the Zerg's range of activities was much wider than it is now.

They have no fixed territory, but every inch of the universe has been a foothold for their activities.

"..." Lucas was silent for a while, and he pondered, "I'm still a little concerned."

"Mr. Tang," Boyd handed the document to Lucas, half forcing, half begging to show him what was on it, "you should know what it's like to lose your hometown—compared to this, this is our The experimental report of this batch of worms."

"Compared with the previous few times, the survival time this time is relatively low. From the infection of the black death virus to the use of combat power, it can be controlled within an hour. Better than the average for Almistar."

"Although the experimental body with the highest survival time can only last for 24 hours, and the average active time is about six hours, but the increase in Zerg troops this time can give us an advantage in terms of numbers. If possible, please let me go all the way..."

"hold on."

Lucas frowned and squeezed out a deep word "Chuan".

"Isabella didn't want me to use her children for this." Lucas glanced at the comparison data, "Last time you didn't tell me the consequences of using the Black Death Virus on the Zerg. Haven't taught you a lesson yet?"

"The mortality rate of the first batch of investment is as high as 100%." ​​Lucas glanced at him coldly, "and they were not only interested in the Armies at the beginning... At that time, a lot of our own people were also swallowed up. Exhausted. What's more, after the queen, Isabella's anger nearly caused the remaining Zerg to be in civil unrest."

"But-"

He said meaningfully: "Boyd, there are some things I don't say, but that doesn't mean I don't know."

"You came up with the Black Death Virus. I can understand how you want it to bear fruit, but remember - in the league, only I am the captain."

Lucas changed the conversation: "You must be tired after the long-distance jump from Giant Wing. Take a rest after handing over the distribution of the Zerg, and the rest of the matter is a long-term plan."

This is the meaning of an expulsion order.

A communications soldier came over to help organize the information, and the desk was quickly tidy up.

When he came out, he did not follow the previous path, but turned around and came to a hidden corner.

"Come on, my little spy." Angel reached out to pick up the information in his hand and snapped his fingers, "Tell me what you heard?"

The communications soldier's eyes were blank, as if he had been taken in by someone and turned into a walking corpse.

The author has something to say: about the relationship between Lucas and Boyd, I don't know if you can understand it... [Fu E.Jpg]