Domineering exposed

Empire State Building, 170 [-]rd Floor.

Hughton Hill couldn't remember the last time he opened this gorgeous and heavy office door, maybe it was only a dozen days, maybe a month, but he always felt as if a year or even a few years had passed generally.

The office was very quiet, just like in his impression, the curtains were still tightly closed, and no natural light could come in.It has been snowing heavily for two days and two nights outside, but the heating is not turned on in the office, and the control button of the central air conditioner is not turned on for some reason. The cold air is almost suffocating.

The young officer paused, and finally fixed his gaze on the man behind the desk.

The shoulders were still broad, but the tall and well-fitting black military uniform in the past seemed a little too big now. Emperor Yao Mandela sat on the large and comfortable swivel chair, with his back to the gate, motionless like a statue.

To his left is a bed.

The soft and comfortable bed was neatly laid, and the white duvet was taken care of without any wrinkle.Hughton sounded faintly. Last time he came here, there was a person lying on it.Ah, and that familiar clothes hanger... Hughton searched subconsciously, and soon, he found the vintage clothes hanger at the same place beside the bed. It was hard to breathe when the naked hangers were on.

In his impression, there should have been a set of white accompanying official uniforms hanging there.

But now, there is nothing there.

Hughton thought for a while, then quietly pressed the switch on the central air conditioner.

"BOSS."

He called out cautiously.

Then everything in the room returned to silence.

Hughton began to rejoice that what he brought today could barely be regarded as good news, and at the same time he couldn't help complaining that his friend Trankie, who was in the medical department, insisted on entrusting this job to himself.

After what seemed like a century, the person behind the desk finally moved, and Hughton heaved a sigh of relief.

"The file is on the right hand side, I will deal with it."

There was undisguised exhaustion in the man's hoarse voice, he paused, and then said: "Let Jesse bring a cup of black coffee."

Hughton didn't want to complain that he was reduced to being an errand runner, because the image of the man slowly turning back from behind the desk completely shocked him—the gray-blue eyes were still sharp and gloomy but bloodshot, and the newborn stubble The mess is obviously impatient to take care of, and the lips that always wear an elegant smile in front of the public are obviously overdried at this time.

"Please take care of your body, Boss." Hughton couldn't help using a reproachful tone, he knew that his boss would not blame him for this, because his concern was sincere.He quickly walked across the thick carpet, and put the document in his hand under the nose of the boss, "This is not a document, the nobles have been very quiet in the past month, this is me for the medical staff—"

Boom! ——

The person behind the desk stood up unexpectedly, and the swivel chair slid back and hit the floor-to-ceiling window with a loud noise.

"—the experimental report sent over." Hughton tried his best to restrain his urge to cover his chest, and tried his best to finish what he wanted to say.

Yao stared complicatedly at the small stack of experimental reports in front of him. The English letters on the top sheet were originally so simple, but he found that he couldn’t understand any of them. However, he still stared at it like this, as if in the blink of an eye. This report will disappear out of thin air.

"The evolution of the THR type was very successful. The wings successfully entered the first stage of growth three days ago. Uh, the report shows that there is a tendency to feather." Hughton briefly explained the content of the report.

"..." His boss was silent for a moment, and finally said in a deep voice, "Don't call him that, you know he has a name."

Hughton resisted the temptation to roll his eyes, and nodded patiently: "...Okay, let's do it again. The evolution of Lu Suiguan was very successful, and the wings successfully entered the first stage of growth three days ago—"

"He is no longer my entourage."

Well, you won.What is going on?

So Hughton shut up. He didn't plan to do it a third time.

Yao didn't move the stack of experimental reports that seemed to be a time bomb, and the movement of sitting back on the chair seemed to use all his strength. Hughton was sure that he heard the "silent long sigh" of his own boss, and secretly sighed in his heart, "Scream!" Yo", he waited for the boss's next question with his hands tied - he didn't naively think that "put down the report and turn around and leave" would be a simple matter.

Sure enough, Yao thought about it, and finally revealed a trace of uncertainty——

"He's awake?"

"Yes, but not yet."

"Hughton Hill, do you want me to send you back to Pluto Basic Academy?"

"Literally, BOSS."

"explain."

"The various data of the tester show that the activity of his organs and brain cells has returned to a normal state, and his thinking control has also returned to a normal state. It can be said that the medical staff have tried their best to rescue him. The virus has also mutated into new cells. Some of these cells have never been found in previous experiments. Now the relevant personnel are marking them one by one. The work itself is going very smoothly-of course, this is not the same as Lu... and The subject's own ability is related, but—" Hughton thought for a while, and finally said reluctantly with trepidation, "but he doesn't want to open his eyes."

"Don't want to?"

"Yes. He is subconsciously resisting sobriety."

"Wake him up."

"..." Boss, you should wake up, Boss, "I personally think it's irrational to inject drugs to wake you up forcibly."

Hughton took three steps back and nimbly dodged the oncoming laptop. Finally, the computer hit the bookshelf behind him, and the heavy dictionaries and professional books fell to the ground. tolerant smile.Looking at his own boss with a livid face, he began to feel that the guy who first proposed the "THR Project" might die.

"Find someone to kill the person in charge of the eighth experimental area."

You see, come on.

Hughton shrugged and bravely reminded: "No matter how bad the plan is, it can only be officially launched after pressing the seal on your desk."

"Are you implying that I open the French window and jump from here to kill myself?" Yao raised an eyebrow and looked at Hugh with interest. The latter tightened his back and shook his head repeatedly. Before being thrown from the French window, he said: "Dongfang There is an old saying, "The person who untied the bell must tie the bell." For the time being, I don't think that the corpse of the person in charge of the eighth experimental area can make Lu... the accompanying officer so happy that he is willing to open his eyes."

"Tsk, I said he's not my accompanying officer anymore." Yao muttered to himself, plucking his hair irritably, which made him look even more embarrassed.Since Heaton was established, Heaton has never seen Mandela the Great so decadent.There was a rare trace of confusion in his gray-blue eyes, and he looked at his subordinate, "You mean, I should go and see him?"

"Your elevator can go directly to the medical department, and it will take less than 5 minutes."

"You know, Brigadier General Hill, that's not the problem."

"If you have a problem, just overcome it." Hughton smiled and said confidently, "This is the second lesson I learned in military school."

Yao seemed to be in a better mood. He turned his chair around and tapped on the table with his fingers: "What's the first lesson?"

"Absolutely obey the command of the superior."

"It seems that I should also give such a moment to my entourage, so that I only need to walk to his bedside and order him to open his eyes." Yao laughed at himself.

"You said he is no longer your entourage, Boss."

"Then——" Yao finally made a decision and stood up from behind the table, took his hat and put it on, he glanced at his close subordinates indifferently and proudly, as if he had regained his former majesty——

"Now, he is again."