Most Wanted [Interstellar]

Chapter No.16

"Annie!"

The fainting time was actually very short. The second impact sound restored Annie's hearing. She turned her unfocused eyes in a daze, only to realize that the car had already turned upside down.Galen hugged her with one arm, and supported the deformed car window with the other: "Protect your head! We have to get out of here! Unbuckle your seat belt!"

"Ah! It hurts!" Annie's hand was stuck, "I'll do it myself!"

Galen didn't talk nonsense with her, he pulled Annie's hand out forcefully: "Quick! Quick! This is no ordinary car accident!"

It was too late, he pulled out the gun with one hand, and pushed Annie aside with the other. Through the deformed car window, he saw someone getting off the car in the distance, and it seemed that there was more than one person.

This is not a remote street, and the screams of pedestrians can be heard endlessly. Galen uttered a dirty word and tried to aim at a person's leg and fired: "Quick! Anne! Come down with me!"

The other party obviously didn't expect that there would be resistance here, and several people in the same company surrounded his injured companion. Galen took advantage of this gap to punch open the car door and get out of the car.

He could see clearly that besides the car that collided with them, there was a gray car in the distance. Three people got out of the car, and they didn't look like ordinary hooligans—because one of them was holding a hand-held bazooka.

They saw Galen, and the two uninjured men quickly abandoned their companions and ran towards them.

"Oops, oops!" Galen didn't want to eat a □□□!He lowered his head and pulled Annie desperately, "Come out!"

Annie was shaking all over, she felt her limbs slipping on the ground, she finally took off the safety belt, and she climbed out of the car in a state of embarrassment.

"I have a gun!"

She wanted to take out her little broken gun, but Galen didn't have time to explain to her, so he grabbed her and started running into the alley on the side of the street.

The other party obviously saw Annie, and their target was obviously Annie, and the leader decisively raised the bazooka and fired at them!

At [-]:[-] p.m., an explosion occurred on Queen Street in the central area of ​​the capital. The huge explosion destroyed the facilities facing the street, and the traffic was once paralyzed.This is very rare in the capital, and even burglaries are rare in this neighborhood.The police arrived immediately, all the murderers were arrested, and the injured were sent to the hospital. The crowd talked a lot, but the media reports were thought-provoking—they seemed not ready to accuse the murderer.

Anne had suffered minor injuries from her high heels, and she sat barefoot in the hospital corridor awaiting the results of tests—the doctor said Galin’s hand might have been broken—presumably from the force he had hammered on the car door.

The police imposed martial law on the hospital, and the media couldn’t come in for the time being. Annie was holding her shoes with a tired expression on her face. She was recalling whether she fed her fish before she went out... She couldn’t remember after thinking for a long time.

The red light in the treatment room finally turned green, and a policeman walked out with Galen. Galen was wearing a hospital gown and his jacket, with a steel plate in his right hand and a glass of alcoholic drink in his left.

"Why don't you choose a medical machine? Conventional treatment will take a week to recover?"

Galen took a sip of his drink and hiccupped: "It is said that the three people who attacked us were all betas, and the other one was a beta woman. I look more like a victim with a steel plate, right? I think the outside world should have It's full of reporters."

Annie didn't quite understand what he meant. Seeing Annie's demented expression, Galen began to doubt whether she was not suitable for the position of vice president.

The two policemen were inseparable, but Galen didn't seem to shy away from anything. He handed the policeman a drink, then turned on his monitor, and today's latest report immediately popped up on the screen.

Looking at the report, Anne's expression became serious.

"Do you think it's strange?" Galen's tone was joking. "The public is not blaming the murderer, but you. It seems that many people do not approve of Omega's criminal immunity. Everyone thinks that you let go of a public enemy."

"If the treatment is over, please let us send you back, and we will avoid the media." At this time, a police officer came over, and his rank seemed to be higher than that of Galen, "We will send someone to protect you." Your safety."

This is not a good idea, Annie realized the seriousness of the problem: "Don't let the media avoid it, it can't be avoided, thank you, Sheriff, if possible, please send us to the College Union building."

Galen agreed with Anne's decision, and he walked ahead to open the way, with heavily armed police walking around them.When the gate of the hospital opened, reporters from major media outlets in the capital rushed up. Countless radios tried to reach them through the crane arm, and there seemed to be more cameras than radios.The attitude of the police is not friendly, but the two protagonists look really miserable-the vice president is barefoot, with bruises on his arms, and the person next to him who may be her bodyguard has bandages on his hands, and his jacket is full of bruises. There appeared to be blood.

The two remained silent and avoided answering various questions from the media.

After getting in the car, Annie closed her eyes and began to press her temples in pain.

But when she got out of the car, her condition seemed to be restored again. She took the new shoes brought to her by the secretary, put them on, smoothed out the wrinkles of the clothes, and combed her hair again: "Thank you, I have to Going to work overtime, let's deal with this matter later, Wald, please settle down with Captain Galen, I'm going to the office."

"Are you all right?" Galen called to her.

Annie had already entered the elevator at this time, she didn't look back, she just raised her hand and waved it, as if she was very relaxed, then the elevator door closed, and her back disappeared from everyone's sight.

"She didn't have any dinner. Is there any dinner now?" Galen asked Walder.

Wald took him to the dining area on their floor and opened the dining cabinet: "The restaurant is not open all the time, but there are overtime meals here. Can you choose one for the vice president?"

The dishes written on these lunch boxes are not very friendly, Jialin frowned: "Six kinds?"

"Well, generally no one eats it. It is said that these recipes have not changed for decades."

Galen had no choice: "Just...chicken biscuits...heck...sounds like feed for a pet lizard."

A week in the capital Titan is only one hour of SWEEPS-98167. When the situation on Titan is changing, the story on SWEEPS-98167 only progresses a small step forward.

Prison guard Schlieffen and the paralyzed ex-engineer Alvin fixed their heating equipment, and spent another hour sloshing back to their broken monitoring station in a geological survey vehicle traveling at twenty kilometers per hour.

"No bed?" Schlieffen asked again, plus he asked on the road, this is probably No. 16 times.

"Thank you, no need, I'll sleep in my wheelchair." Alvin still refused.

"I thought that under the influence of inhibitors, you would treat us as men. Your refusal really embarrassed me, not to mention that two people squeezed in that bed would squeeze me to death, and I would sleep on the floor."

"You..." Alvin had to say, "You don't want to help me wake up at night, do you? I have some embarrassing things... Well, I don't want to go into details, but I think you can understand."

"..."

"It's more appropriate for Ivan to do these things, don't you think?" Alvin felt that Schlieffen should have understood, because his face was very red now.

At this moment, the antique robot has been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Nice to meet you, gentlemen, dinner is ready and in the room." Ivan's signal lights flashed rhythmically.

What kind of shit dinner is that, just two bags of orange-flavored nutrient solution.Schlieffen felt that he had returned from the illusion to reality-the Star Paradise and everything were fake-he was still trapped on a boring planet with a paralyzed crazy criminal.

He picked up Erwin, and when he hugged him, he felt that the muscles in his arms had begun to shrink: "What are you going to do?"

"Ok?"

"Did you escape from prison just to come here to see the scenery and wait to die?" Schlieffen looked into his dark eyes, "I'm not going to hide it anymore, this is a question I really want to ask."

"In order to continue to implement my experimental plan." Alvin smiled frankly.

This smile was so frank that Schlieffen felt a twinge of fear.

"It's useless to kill me."

"..."

"Let's go in and have dinner."

The atmosphere of the dinner was a bit dull. After eating, Schlieffen removed the camera.Irwin's signal light was still flashing rhythmically, and Irwin said to it, "Don't worry."

"You seem very happy today. What pleasant things have you experienced?" Ivan turned off the signal light.

"Before connecting the nerve link plug, go to see if the camera has been removed. I don't like the feeling of being watched." Alvin didn't answer it.

After getting the order, Ivan was about to go out to supervise the prison guards' work. After thinking about it, Ivan added: "But don't make him angry."

"Okay, sir." Ivan's personality setting must be a gentleman.

The character of a gentleman and a lady has become very rare in contemporary humans.Whether it is alpha, beta or omega, when everyone chooses to give up their decency, human beings become less fond of being watched by others.

Annie also wants to remove the cameras in her office. Those ubiquitous lenses always prevent her from working with peace of mind.On this restless night, this feeling of discomfort became even worse.

After thinking for a long time, she still dialed Caroline on the dedicated line, but maybe she was fooling around and no one answered the phone.

It was almost late at night, and her nervousness and irritability made her hungry.There's a hot box lunch on her desk, but she doesn't want to open it when she sees it's chicken biscuits.

She checked her communication line again, and Caroline still didn't call back.She couldn't sit still any longer, so she had to walk up and down in front of the French windows.Just when she was bored, she found a paper bag in her coat pocket.

—It was the sugar substitute biscuit he made for her.