The Secret Lover Strikes [Rebirth]

Imperial St. Mariot Star, inside the Guide Healing Center headed by Ms. Tracy.

In a hidden and well-guarded room, transparent airtight bags of different sizes are neatly placed on the clean table, and the things contained in them are also different. The brain, the positioning device that has been carefully checked and closed, the universal payment chip among the stars, and a small password box that cannot be opened.

The person sitting in front of the table was looking down at the items that were seized from him one by one at the moment. His eyes fell on his optical brain and locator, but he didn't pay much attention to the cipher box.

At this time, there was another person in the room, and it was Ron who had escaped from death on Horsikan.He was standing opposite the long table, and compared with the expressionless man who had been refusing to speak since arriving in St. Marriott, his obvious agitation was palpable.

"You don't want to talk to me, but you want to see General Gotha?" Ron En took a deep breath and tried to ask calmly.

Even now, Ron En still couldn't believe that the person who had searched for thousands of times was really right in front of him.It had been an accident to find this man, and Ron hadn't expected a thank you for bringing him back from Khorsikan.But this alliance member refused to say a word, and the undisguised hostility and disgust on his body made him manic for no reason.

In the room, one had red eyes and was emotionally agitated, while the other was as still and lifeless.

Silvert glanced away silently, looking at the empty wall, as if the person who cast his scorching eyes on him did not exist.The madness that violently stirred the nerves and stirred the blood when we first met Khorsikan was like an illusory dream.It's just that it was an unexpected nightmare, and the reality after waking up was more terrifying than the nightmare itself.

Ron En seemed to have foreseen his silence a long time ago, and asked patiently with his bulging veins: "For so many years, you...how did you come here?"

Sylvester maintained an indifferent expression, his lowered eyelids trembled slightly, and then slowly turned his gaze to Ron En.In the faint eyes, it seems that this question has been thrown back heavily.

The two looked at each other for a long time, but neither of them spoke first.After a while, Ron En asked the last question in a low voice that he had repeated countless times: "What's your name?"

Without any suspense, he still didn't get the answer this time.

After a long silence, General Gotha broke the suffocating silence of the room by pushing the door.Lieutenant General Cleveland followed closely behind. After Ron gave a military salute with a sullen face, he gritted his teeth and stepped aside.

"Are you the one who wants to see me?" Gotha didn't hesitate. After sitting down, he looked at the alliance member and asked, "What's your name?"

Silvert raised his head, met Gotha's eyes, and said calmly: "General Gotha, this is our first meeting. You can call me Werther."

"Then Mr. Witt, tell me, you want to see me more than just to say hello." After seeing Willard's situation, Gotha got straight to the point.

The mouth that was closed in front of Ron slowly opened: "As I said, I can save Captain Willard."

Cleveland, who had just sat down, suddenly stood up: "Can you find a solution? What is the solution!"

Sylvester's face remained unchanged, and he didn't answer Cleveland's question, but said firmly, "I can save Captain Willard. Relatively, I have a condition."

Gotha glanced at his resolute face, and said coldly: "The condition is that we send you back to the alliance?"

Pursing her lips tightly, Sylvie nodded.

"General Gotha, even in the Alliance, you have a reputation that is well-known. It is rumored that you are wise, resolute, and selfless. Even if you have enough reasons to be hostile to the Alliance, you are one of the few neutrals when it comes to the relationship between the Empire and the Alliance."

Gotha didn't say a word about the compliment, but Ron En, who was standing aside, couldn't help but said, "Mr. Witte, did you bring the general here just to flatter you?"

He gritted his teeth on the word Werther, as if he didn't hear it, and without looking away, he looked directly at Gotha and said, "Unfortunately, I happen to know that the empire is facing a big problem now, maybe You don't believe that I can save Captain Willard's life. After all, separating the newly joined sentry from the guide is tantamount to a fatal blow to the excited sentry. Besides, Captain Willard is unparalleled The sharpness of the reaction of the red vanguard can be imagined."

"It stands to reason that even if Captain Willard wasn't injured, he would definitely be manic and restless. What's more, the captain's old injuries and new injuries can be imagined."

The lives of the sentries are extremely tenacious. They have a steely will, tempered unyielding character, and the unchanging instinct to protect the guide, all of which make them extremely powerful.

But their lives will also be threatened. When encountering a strong enemy, the dissipation and decay of the body cannot be made up for by any potential.When the mental power is attacked and the mental image is in turmoil, the powerful sentry can easily enter the state of fugue, and some people will go berserk and finally explode to death.

Also as sentries, these Gothas understand it all too well.He also knows that the dedicated and possessive Sentinel is as vulnerable and dangerous as a rising balloon when far away or without a partner guide.

"Mr. Witter, let me guess." Relaxing on the back of the chair, Gotha chatted casually, "The alliance has always been unique in the field of scientific research, both in terms of technical level and scientific research achievements. The results, there is no doubt about that.”

He smiled, which seemed to ease the heavy atmosphere in the room a lot, "I don't believe you at all that you can save Willard."

Cleveland, who was silent on the side, turned his head to look at him, and heard Gotha say: "Why? As far as I know, in the No. [-] laboratory where the Alliance gathers all advanced scientific research results, beside the most famous scientific research leader, Mentor Ailante, there is a A rather mysterious assistant."

Putting away all the expressions on his face, Gotha's gaze was as sharp as a needle, "The reason why this assistant is not only because he is in charge of the daily management of Laboratory No. [-], but also because he always wears special isolation suits, You rarely show your true colors to others, and your whereabouts are so secretive that it seems that there is some ulterior secret. If I guess correctly, Mr. Witte...you are this famous assistant."

Ron's face was a little funny because of surprise, while Cleveland stared intently at the Union man opposite him, and caught some clues from his surprised expression.

Cleveland was secretly delighted. Even if they really had to rely on the enemy when they were desperate, they couldn't be unprepared.

Unexpectedly, his identity would be exposed, and the surprise that Sylvester had no time to put away was gradually replaced by anger. His eyes full of anger swept across the faces of Gotha and Cleveland, and then moved to the stunned Ron. Finally, he sneered and said: "The empire really lives up to its reputation, and it has become more and more proficient in stealing information."

Gotha didn't care about his ridicule, but Ron En, who had recovered, couldn't help but hit back: "You're overrated, Mr. Witte. We won't be as clumsy as the Alliance people, sneaking into other countries several times but always... "

"Ron!" Gotha stopped coldly, and frowned, "Anyway, Mr. Werther is also your guide, can't you be gentle with him?"

Ron and Sylvette looked at each other, sparks seemed to spark in the air.But because of Gotha's coldness, Ron still held back his breath and lowered his gaze.

Cleveland spoke at the right time, and asked the question that had been lingering in his heart: "Mr. Witt, with all due respect, you and Ron have been separated for so long, and you have seen that Ron's aura is very frenzied, and he can only live in places that are inaccessible. The time you can contact the crowd is extremely limited, and I see that you have not been affected too much, and you still seem to be able to work and live normally. Is it also related to this reason that you can save Willard?"

Cleveland's words made Sylvester's face completely cold. His face was as cold as ice: "He is him, I am me. He didn't die, it can only show that God is really hard sometimes. And the reason why I can survive, Sorry, no comment. If you want to save Lieutenant Willard, agree to my request. Otherwise, meaningless questions will only make me want to change my mind even more."

Ron En's face was ashen, he endured his excitement, and interjected: "For the accident that happened more than ten years ago, I don't intend to excuse myself... I was not vigilant enough to be plotted and shot, but even if it was a sneak attack, the two The use of drugs in military battles, the alliance is too insidious no matter how advanced the technology is. At that time, I lost my mind, but this is the fruit planted by the alliance."

Sylvester's expression changed, as if his cannibalistic gaze completely covered Ron En's body, and the anger suddenly burst into his eyes: "Oh? After all these years, do you still want to hide it? I don't know where you people from the empire came from. According to the information obtained, knowing that Lord Atlanta had gone to Happy Valley, he directed and acted in the Happy Valley incident. Isn’t the scheme of kidnapping Lord Atlanta and trying to blackmail Lord Downton already known? "

Not to be outdone, Ron En's counterattack made people's ears tremble: "I don't know what you're talking about! Back then, it was the Alliance that invaded the Imperial Starfield illegally, and it was your Alliance that first sent troops to Happy Valley. I received a distress signal from the nearby patrol team, and I don't know how aggressive the alliance is going to be!"

Following Ron's words, Sylvester's face became more and more ugly. Gotha and Cleveland even saw his violently trembling shoulders, but Sylvester surprisingly endured it. He took a deep breath, turned his face away stiffly, and after a long time Said: "I'm so angry and stupid. It's meaningless to talk about this old thing with an imperial person on the land of the empire. Let's talk about the current matter. If you don't want to continue, then I have nothing to say. "

Sylvester couldn't help being annoyed, he had always regarded himself as calm and steady, but he didn't expect to be irritated by this man's few words.To be honest, if he hadn't experienced this incident by the side of Mentor Alante, he would have been fooled by the innocent expression on the face of this tall and savage man in front of him.But back then, he watched the imperial soldiers surround him and Mentor Ailante, and the soldiers who surrounded them wore imperial uniforms and spoke plausibly.

Catching the partner of an important member of the alliance is a great contribution to the empire. Even if it is not alive, death can teach the alliance a lesson.

Unwilling to continue recalling, Sylvester stopped talking.But Gotha, who listened to their conversation, gradually frowned. He sat up straight and said, "Mr. Witter, the Empire and the Alliance have been holding their own opinions on this matter, and there has been no conclusion for so many years. If you don't mind , I hope that you will tell this old thing as the person involved."

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It was night, after Gotha fell asleep in Cleveland, he opened the door of the study again.

After a day of tough weighing, he and Cleveland finally came to a decision.In the past few days, the two of them were more tense than ever before, as if the disaster more than ten years ago or even earlier appeared before their eyes again, and their uneasy hearts hung in the air all the time.They must not let Willard have trouble, but even if the alliance man's method is feasible and Willard can recover as he wishes, there are still many thorny problems before them.

After closing the door of the study room and raising the security level of the study room by two more levels, so that this space is completely in an absolutely secret environment, Gotha turned on the optical brain, and opened a familiar communication channel with a few clicks.

The imperial president with a head of messy hair and a pair of dark circles under his eyes looked at Gotha and sighed, "General, at this time, I don't want you to bring me any worse news."

Gotha opened the code cabinet, and after the layers of documents, he took out a glass bottle, poured himself half a glass of dark wine, and then sat down slowly.He took a sip of his drink, and the spicy liquor lingered in his mouth and heart: "Mason, have you committed the old problem of insomnia again?"

The president frowned: "Didn't you change your habit of drinking when you're upset? Did you steal it behind Cleveland's back?"

Gotha didn't answer him, but after taking two sips of wine, he said slowly, "Mason, I have one more thing to tell you."

This is obviously not the opening statement of good news, but the president listened in silence and did not speak.

"When Willard went berserk, the guide who partnered with him and saved him probably fell into the hands of the star thief."

These words swept away the president's tiredness, replaced by a surprised voice from the light brain: "You mean Willard's partner, a guide?"

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. Gotha's voice was full of pain: "Mason, I can't let my brother's only son have an accident. I have already felt sorry for my brother, and I can't..."

The president's deep voice interrupted Gotha's regretful words: "I know, Gotha, I made them sleepless. It's not all your fault."

"Therefore, the negotiation with the alliance must be successful this time, so that the possibility of rescuing the child from the star thief will be greater." Gotha's face was sullen, and the picture of Willard attacking everything around him indiscriminately reappeared. In front of him, he closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Hurry up, I'm afraid Willard won't last long."

The president did not answer. After a long silence, the communication signal sent out a blind tone.