Colonial Suit

It's quite interesting. The conflict started because of Qing Yue.

At the time, Qing Yue was watering flowers in the manor. This planetary-level expert suddenly descended from the sky, very politely striking up a conversation. He repeatedly claimed to be attracted by Qing Yue's temperament and wanted to invite her to see a musical. His suave and debonair appearance made Mei Ding's eyes sparkle.

However, she was directly ignored, and the little nurse continued to sulk.

Of course, Qing Yue wouldn't agree, but out of politeness, she still responded perfunctorily. Unexpectedly, this planetary-level expert wouldn't let it go. After learning that Qing Yue was a maid, he immediately demanded to see Blood瞳 and requested to transfer Qing Yue to him.

Blood瞳 didn't even bother to pay attention to him. This guy very elegantly took out a white glove and threw it at Blood瞳's feet.

After that, there was nothing to talk about.

Although Blood瞳 didn't want to cause trouble, he would never forgive this kind of provocation at his doorstep. The two had a contest in the training ground. That planetary-level expert was also a close-combat master, specializing in a sword technique called 'Moonfire'. To put it bluntly, it was a technique that used space to flash and attack. Because it was extremely beautiful when used, it was often favored by some ancient nobles. It was recognized as one of the most elegant sword techniques in the upper-class world.

Unfortunately, he met Blood瞳. For Blood瞳, who advocated violence and wildness, all techniques that couldn't directly strike the enemy were just fancy.

So, in just thirty seconds, that poor 'noble' mercenary became a pig's head.

Then, there was no then. Two powerful force fields suddenly descended on the training ground, imprisoning the two separately. Then, twelve law enforcement mercenaries appeared and punished the two.

The 'noble' mercenary was taken away, and Blood瞳 was ordered to be confined.

A short conflict thus dissipated. Both received huge fines.

But what no one would have expected was that, just after the storm ended and Blood瞳 returned to his room, in another space in the city, the 'noble' mercenary, who had just appeared to be somewhat frivolous, was standing straight, answering questions from a brain soaked in nutrient solution.

"His fighting style is very simple, without too many frills, and he hasn't received any combat training from the mercenary system," the noble mercenary briefly introduced. Then he pointed to his chest.

"I deliberately took two punches from him. His punching power is very strange, divided into shattering, shocking, piercing, and annihilation. One attack can cause four effects. If it weren't for my special ability, I'm afraid one punch could have killed me. At the same time, my projection in subspace also suffered the same attack, which shows that he attaches great importance to explosive power, striving to achieve a killing effect in the shortest time."

The mercenary's face showed a wry smile. "A very dangerous guy. If possible, I don't want to encounter such an enemy."

"Is that so..." On the opposite side, the brain soaked in nutrient solution shook, and several mechanical arms stretched over, scanning the mercenary's chest.

"Sure enough, it's very strong destructive power. Your body, I'm afraid, will need to be recuperated for a while."

"Only some potions are needed, Councilor Sal Jones," the mercenary respectfully saluted with his hand on his chest. "I have always been unable to refuse your request."

"Okay. Then let's guess. Mercenary Dirk, I know your nickname is 'The Reader', so tell me, can you tell the origin of Number One?"

"It's difficult," Dirk replied. "Because he used low-level techniques in the previous battle, which every close-combat mercenary will dabble in, so it can't provide clues. And the reason why he was able to defeat me in a short time relies on this punching power, speed, and beast-like intuition. I searched the memory bank and didn't find any mercenary with the same punching power attribute."

"Even you, who are known to have the most mercenary knowledge, can't find a clue, so can it be said that this power of his has never appeared before? Is it a sudden mutation?"

"That's just one possibility. Another possibility is that the people who fought him before are all dead," Dirk replied.

"Then what about your reading? What did you see? Can't you read the other person's memory through contact?"

"Just superficial memories. The same regret is a blank. The earliest memory is the scene of the first time the modulation cabin was opened in the瀚海 Star Region. It's not helpful to us. As for deeper memories..." Dirk showed a wry smile. "I don't have time..., because I have been defeated."

"It's just a playful contest. Neither you nor he used your full strength. What does it matter?" Councilor Sal Jones comforted with a smile.

"I have already asked people to analyze the previous battle records. But I think that even you can't detect things, no matter how much they do, it's meaningless. Mercenary Dirk, thank you for your hard work this time, if you have more clues, please notify me at any time."

"Willing to serve you, Your Excellency Councilor."

Dirk respectfully saluted and was about to turn and leave. But just as he turned around, he heard Sal Jones say, "Wait a moment."

A mechanical arm floated to his chest again, paused slightly at the location of the wound, and then Dirk felt that he had been injected with a potion. The wound began to heal quickly.

"Okay, you can go."

"Thank you, Your Excellency Councilor," Dirk saluted again and turned to leave.

When his figure disappeared into the void, Sal Jones became silent. The mechanical arm that had just touched Dirk also slowly floated up and came to his 'front'. On the mechanical arm was a piece of blackened skin.

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That was Dirk's skin, the place that had been attacked by Blood瞳.

"Cell necrosis, but there are traces of being devoured," Sal Jones's voice slowly sounded in the void, as if thinking. "This is the power of Krodir. It seems that our Mr. Number One has indeed been successfully transformed. What do you think?"

"We need this technology." In the void, several eyes suddenly opened again. Each has its own characteristics.

A red eye said, "Without a doubt, Gustav's experiment was successful, we have obtained their data. It can be copied."

"That won't work, because the sacrifice is too great. The survival rate is only one in a thousand. We can't let mercenaries die without value," another eye replied. "Unless an effective transformation method is found, I don't agree to copy."

"We will find it, since Number One is now in our hands, I suggest conducting an in-depth test and using gene reverse push operation," said the red eye.

"That will kill him!"

"But compared to the evolution of mankind, what is the life of one person? Councilor Sal Jones, what is your suggestion?"

"Me?" Sal Jones chuckled lightly. But he said firmly, "I deny it."

"This Number One gives me an extremely strange feeling. I always feel that he is not that simple. Therefore, any result is meaningless before confirming his origin. It may even be misleading. Submit the question to His Excellency the Speaker, he will give us guidance."

"The guidance of fate."(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation..)

ps: First update