Please stop your Zhang San behavior

The bridge operation room has an autopilot mode, and there are only a few clerks in it to maintain the normal operation of the system.

Because they haven't seen the light all year round, these people are unhealthy white, with pale faces, and they wear the white coats that scientific researchers like to wear.

They are all geniuses with high IQs, and they jointly wrote the security system on the Barcelona.

Seeing that Corleone was injured, one of them asked awkwardly, "Are you all right?"

The dagger in Corleone's abdomen was pulled out in the panic just now, and now it is held by Cyril.

Ever since he stabbed Corleone, Cyril didn't say a word, and was dragged into the bridge control room by Corleone. He didn't resist, his face was calm, and he was indifferent to his own fate.

Corleone glanced up and down at Cyril, and only looked away when he saw that he was in good health.

"I'm fine." Corleone jumped over the clerk in front of him and looked at the water-blue screen of the security system, "How is the situation now?"

"Not too good. The government alliance's starship has broken through our safety belt. If they advance another fifty kilometers, we will be within their range."

The pale-faced clerk quickly demonstrated to Corleone on the console that the government starship would advance another [-] kilometers, and the possible damage to the Barceló would be suffered.

"The right wing is the first to bear the brunt, but when designing the starship Barcelo, this has long been considered. It will not affect the balance system of the starship, but the cabin will bump during navigation. .

"The biggest trouble now is the orbital maneuvering engine. Once damaged, even if it is only structural damage, it will be fatal."

Corleone looked at the holographic screen with a stern face. He twisted his thumb over the pad of his index finger and said darkly, "If the government alliance goes one step further..."

He wanted to say that at all costs, he would rather die than be caught without a fight.

But from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Cyril on the side, his eyes slid over his round belly, and the words he wanted to say stopped in his throat.

Corleone refocused on the holographic image, and said softly, "They have not attacked for a long time now, and they probably want to negotiate with us. You hold them back first, and see if you can invade their security system."

The clerk pushed his glasses, said "I see", and turned to discuss the next thing with others.

This was their specialty, and Corleone couldn't understand it.

These clerks have the best minds, but know nothing about the world, so they are all excluded in the workplace without exception.

Corleone took them in, gave them a place to live, and the best working environment, where there was no need to flatter their superiors, and there was no need to review the funds layer by layer.

For them, this is the Garden of Eden, and they don't want anything to happen to Barcelona.

Although everyone was grateful to Corleone, no one had the emotional intelligence to help Corleone get bandages and painkillers.

The wound on Corleone's abdomen was still bleeding, and the cloth was soaked layer by layer with blood, and the edges had coagulated and were stiff with blood.

After digging out the first aid kit, Corleone dragged Cyril up to the second floor of the operating room——

This is an empty room with an area of ​​more than 300 square meters. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows is a set of expensive space telescopes. They are the only pleasure for the group of geniuses downstairs outside of work.

After taking two Vicodin, Corleone lifted up the hem of his clothes, dried the blood near the wound with gauze, sterilized it, and began to suture the wound with surgical thread.

He was biting a piece of clean gauze in his mouth, and he didn't make any sound from the beginning to the end, and occasionally looked at Cyril with a quiet, unpredictable gaze.

After the wound was stitched up, Corleone took out the gauze in his mouth, his face was covered with cold sweat, his lips were bloodless, and his expression was gloomy and terrifying due to the pain.

Cyril was not afraid at all, and looked at him calmly.

After 1 minute, Cyril broke the silence, "I told them the password here."

Corleone brought him to the operating room of the bridge more than once. I don't know if it was because he was pregnant. Corleone didn't guard against him at all afterwards.

Corleone's eyes darkened, "I know."

The moment Cyril stabbed him with a short knife, Corleone figured out many things in a flash, and he even knew who the insider was.

Cyril asked, "Are you going to kill?"

Corleone said sullenly, "No."

"Why?" Cyril seemed at a loss. After a while, he looked down at his stomach and asked in a low voice, "Because I have your child in my stomach?"

Seeing Cyril gently scratching his bulging belly with the tip of the knife, Corleone's green pupils were freezing cold, and he couldn't help calling his name.

"Gassi!" He gritted his teeth.

The berserk pheromone rushed towards his face, seeming to choke Cyril's neck from behind, and his limbs couldn't help but become limp, like a fish being slaughtered.

Cyril pressed the tip of the knife against the tip of his belly, his eyes were gloomy, and his voice was hoarse, "Don't suppress me with pheromones!"

He was wearing a light-colored thin shirt today, and soon blood bleeds out, leaving a glaring blood stain on the clothes, which burned Corleone's eyes.

Corleone, as if relieved of his strength, withdrew the pheromone abruptly, and stared at Cyril urgently, for fear that he would accidentally cut a bloody hole in his stomach.

He comforted: "I won't force you anymore, put down the knife."

Cyril ignored Corleone, and the little guy inside seemed to feel uneasy and moved anxiously.

Cyril held down the slightly protruding belly, his throat seemed to have been stabbed by a sharp weapon, as soon as he spoke, blood would flow out of that tender piece of meat.

"I don't want to give birth to him." He looked at his stomach absently, "I didn't want to in the first place."

Cyril looked at Corleone and chuckled, "You know what? Before I rolled down the stairs, I knew I had him in my stomach."

"I did that because I didn't want him, and I also needed you to stay so that my companions would have a chance to contact the coalition government."

Corleone was supposed to lead the team on a mission that day, but then Cyril had an accident, so he stayed and let James go instead.

It was also on that mission that He Huai found an opportunity to send a distress signal to his father.

Corleone said in a hoarse voice as if his throat was blocked by something, "I know."

After the accident, Corleone stayed with Cyril all the time, and he sensed the disappointment in his empty eyes.

Disappointed that the child in my belly is still there.

Corleone knew that that time Cyril wanted to kill the kid.

Cyril continued, "Later they contacted the coalition government, but they needed more information about the Barcelo. In order not to let you find out, I pretended that I needed the comfort of your pheromone and asked you to stay with me."

"Actually, I hate being alone with you, I hate that you communicate with this child through my stomach, I hate that he depends on you, and I want your comfort."

Cyril's words made Corleone feel more pain than when the dagger was stabbed into his body.

Cyril seemed to know how to make him suffer, turning his voice into a sharp blade, stabbing him recklessly at his softest place, and Corleone was hurting bloody and bloody.

There was no expression on Cyril's face, he was cold and numb, "I never liked you."

With a trace of blood in his throat, Corleone said slowly, "I... know."

Cyril: "If you hadn't hijacked the starship and killed my parents, I would have my second concert in two months."

"The person I like is a beta. He is a music student like me. This liking has nothing to do with pheromones. Not surprisingly, he will confess his love to me after the concert."

"We know each other very well, and we know each other." Cyril looked at Corleone indifferently, "It's not like being with you. In front of you, I am fake except for the pheromone, and I have nothing to you." emotion."

Cyril asked calmly, "Are you going to kill me?"

"Gassi," Corleone's voice trembled slightly, "give birth to... the baby. He is more than eight months old, has grown limbs, has a stable fetal heart rate, and will be able to see the world soon."

"He is in your stomach, you must feel his changes every day. Give birth to him, it is my fault and has nothing to do with him."

After Corleone finished speaking, the child in his stomach began to kick again, as if sensing something.

His umbilical cord was connected to Cyril, and when it was pulled, Cyril was in pain, and the man in front of him no longer teased him with ease like they did when they first met.

It's not like just bringing him to the starship, whenever he is disobedient, he will forcefully suppress him with pheromones.

It's not like some time ago, when talking about the death of his parents, he would talk about making up for his future.

Corleone finally panicked and didn't know what to do to arouse Cyril's love for this child, willing to bring him into this world.

"You only hate me. If the alliance government captures this place and I die, he will be your only child. He will be your only relative in this world..."

Cyril interrupted him coldly, "When you die, I will wash off your mark, find someone I like, start a new family, and I will still have children."

Corleone was stunned, showing a look of pain that he didn't even have when he was suturing the wound.

The pain made him forget the instinct to breathe, his lips moved for a while, but he didn't let out a breath.

Corleone looked at the unexpected child, although it was more than eight months old, but Cyril didn't want to give birth to him.

Cyril observed every expression of Corleone, and gained a moment of peace of mind from his pain, but it was more of an almost numb pain.

There was a sudden convulsion in the lower abdomen, and Cyril bent down with a pale complexion, the lump of flesh inside rolled around restlessly, accompanied by the faint sound of water.

Corleone quickly hugged Cyril into his arms, releasing pheromones, and stroked the omega that was sweating in pain due to the severe contraction of the abdomen.

Cyril's lips trembled, and the convulsion stopped after more than ten seconds, and the child stopped fussing under Corleone's breath.

It must have been in severe pain just now, Cyril's expression was dull and blank, and after a while he closed his eyes wearily.

Corleone hugged Cyril tightly, buried his face in the platinum hair, and took a deep breath.

For him, the breath of omega is no longer a soothing and pleasant medicine, but ice needles wrapped in honey. Only the outer layer is sweeter, and the chill inside is enough to freeze his blood , pierced his flesh and blood.

But Corleone was still having a hard time quitting.

The sound of the bombing brought him back to his consciousness. It seemed that a small bomb had exploded downstairs, and the lamps on the ceiling shook accordingly.

Corleone let go of Cyril, glanced vigilantly outside the door, and at the same time pressed his hand against a wall—after the recognizer confirmed the palm print, an operating table popped out of the smooth wall.

He put on oxygen masks for Cyril and himself, then clicked a red button, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows opened, and the wind mixed with stardust and gravel poured in.

The second floor of the bridge operation room is an emergency evacuation channel, and there is a small starship with sufficient supplies next to it, and the fuel in it is enough to leave the asteroid belt.

After the floor-to-ceiling windows were fully opened, the oxygen became thinner, and both Corleone and Cyril wore oxygen masks without any discomfort.

Corleone activated the small starship and said to Omega, "You go, the alliance government should take you in."

He looked down at Cyril's stomach, and suddenly bent down and kissed him gently.

The wind messed up Cyril's hair. He stood in the wind, and an alpha squatted in front of Gao Long's belly. The alpha reluctantly bid farewell to the already formed fetus inside.

Cyril asked the alpha next to him in a low voice, "Have you ever regretted killing my parents?"

As soon as Corleone raised his eyes, he saw the haggard but calm Omega, his throat rolling for a moment, and he said hoarsely, "Sorry."

If there is a chance to start over, he will not take this task and be the butcher knife that hurt Cyril. He will protect their family and let Cyril hold his second concert.

Cyril exposed him bluntly, "You regret it because they are my parents, not because they don't deserve to die."

Corleone could only use the palest words to express his remorse, "I'm sorry."

Cyril moved his lips, and after a long time, he took Corleone's hand silently, covering the place where the fetus kicked.

"He's 34 weeks, full term at 37 weeks."

Corleone looked up at Cyril and heard him ask slowly, "You want our child to be born because you love me, don't you?"

Looking at Cyril from Corleone's perspective, the other party is like a high god, and there is also an expression on Qingjuan's face that I don't know whether it is pity or ridicule.

But what did Cyril think, Corleone couldn't help but have a little expectation—he hoped that Cyril would keep their child.

"Gassi." Corleone carefully wrapped his arms around Cyril's waist, rubbing against his abdomen like a child, and kissed again, devoutly and affectionately.

Cyril didn't move, and let Alpha hold him. After a long time, he leaned over and kissed Corleone's lips, and a drop of cold liquid hit Corleone's face.

Omega's face was calm, but his eyes were covered with a thick layer of mist. He took two steps back and distanced himself from Corleone.

Corleone stared blankly at Cyril, vaguely feeling something was wrong.

Seeing that Cyril took off his oxygen mask, Corleone changed his expression, and got up abruptly to grab Cyril.

The other party was one step ahead of him, and stood in front of the French windows. Outside was the boundless space. When a person fell, it was like sand falling into the desert and water flowing into the sea.

The lack of oxygen made Cyril's face flushed, but he smiled, "I hope you can also experience the pain of losing all your loved ones."

Cyril leaned back, like a kite with a broken string, finally free.

"Gacy!"

Corleone's heart seemed to be cut open abruptly, he jumped down without thinking, wanting to hug his omega.

Lu Yan and He Huai managed to use miniature bombs to blow up the row of muzzles and successfully entered the bridge operation room.They controlled the people inside and went to the second floor to see this scene.

Lu Yan rushed into the room, and Cyril and Corleone had already disappeared into the interstellar space without a trace.

He Huai took down two oxygen masks from the wall next to him, and put them on the Omega who was about to be deprived of oxygen.

The gust of wind poured in from the mouth of the leader in Lu Yan's clothes, and the chill gathered in his heart little by little, and his heart was icy cold.

Sensing that Lu Yan was in a bad mood, He Huai hugged him from behind and silently comforted Lu Yan.

In fact, Cyril doesn't like sweets, but he would come to the restaurant at three o'clock every afternoon to ask for a dessert in order to exchange information with Lu Yan.

In order not to arouse Corleone's suspicion, it is not necessarily Lu Yan who makes desserts for Cyril every time. The last time they communicated was a month ago.

At that time, Cyril was more than seven months pregnant, and the fetus was already very large, so it was not easy to beat at all, and his mental state was also very bad.

"I often think, why let him be born?" Cyril touched his abdomen and didn't cry, but his expression was more uncomfortable than crying.

This kid has a father who keeps trying to kill him, and another father who has done many bad things. Will he really be happy when he comes into this world?

Lu Yan could feel Cyril's pain, and his pain was not only caused by the coercion, but other things were more unbearable than coercion.

Lu Yan knew this feeling very well.

The bridge operation room is the brain of the Barceló, which can easily paralyze the entire starship.

Lu Yan and He Huai opened the door for the alliance government, and the army quickly cleaned up the gang of star thieves.

After six years, Lu Yan finally left the asteroid belt.

Looking at the stars passing by through the porthole, Lu Yan stood like a sculpture for a long time, until he saw the shadow of the space station, he frowned.

He should have been happy after leaving the Barcelo, but for some reason, he actually felt repulsive.

When He Huai came back from the outside, he saw that Lu Yan's lips were tense, his expression was agitated, and he was in a bad mood. He walked over and clasped Omega's hand.

Lu Yan slightly raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and heard him say, "I have already told my father that we will go home together when we return to the main star."

The supreme commander of the siege and suppression of the Star Bandits this time was He Huai's father. After he escaped safely, the father and son chatted for over an hour.

He Huai originally wanted to take Lu Yan with him, but Lu Yan was very resistant, He Huai did not force him, and went to see Earl Lopez alone.

Although Lu Yan didn't go, he could guess what the two of them talked about. It was nothing more than what they had experienced in the past six years and how they got involved with the Barcelo Star Pirates.

He Huai must have mentioned Lu Yan at the end, and he somehow persuaded Earl Lopez to agree to take Lu Yan back with him.

"If you're not used to it, we can also move out, and I promised my father to apply for the Interstellar Central Military Academy, we won't stay at home for too long." He Huai said.

Lu Yan avoided the important ones and asked, "Are you going to apply for the military academy?"

He Huai: "Well, but before that, we have to accept the military investigation. After all, we have been on the Barcelona for six years."

Lu Yan let out an 'oh' and was speechless.

He Huai took out the fruit candy from his pocket, peeled off the colorful candy wrapper, and handed a crystal clear candy to Omega, who had a cold face and looked very bad-tempered.

"This is the 299th." He Huai said suddenly while folding the candy wrappers.

Lu Yan didn't respond, "What?"

He Huai waved the folded stars in front of his eyes, "You have already eaten 299 candies, and you can only eat 701 more."

Lu Yan gave He Huai a sideways look, as if about to roll his eyes, "Did you really count?"

He Huai lowered his eyes, "Take care of your teeth."

Lu Yan made a mocking sound from his nose, "Tut."

What a good wife and mother, nagging an alpha.

The nearest star to the asteroid belt is T88 star, and He Huai's mother is currently on T88 star, anxiously looking forward to her son's return.

In order to welcome the warship, the space station started martial law an hour earlier, only He Huai's mother and T88 government officials stood at the hatch.

After the military starship landed steadily, Earl Lopez walked over. He was wearing a dark blue general uniform, with deep eyes and a serious face.

Standing in front of He Huai, Earl Lopez helped Alpha, who was no less than him in stature but had just grown up, tidy up his collar.

"Your mother is here too. She has missed you very much all these years." After finishing the arrangement, Earl Lopez patted He Huai on the shoulder, "Don't tell her too much about her hardships, she will be sad."

He Huai responded, "I know."

Earl Lopez didn't say much, and got off the starship first.

He Huai turned around to grab Lu Yan's hand, and said with a smile, "Let's go, meet my mother."

Lu Yan withdrew his hand and said coldly, "You go first."

Seeing that He Huai hesitated to speak, Lu Yan felt restless, but he suppressed it, "I'll go after you guys get to know each other well."

He Huai didn't force Lu Yan, but he didn't leave immediately. He comforted Lu Yan, "No one will blame you, you were also cheated by them."

Lu Yan didn't refute He Huai, and said 'hmm', and rarely took the initiative to hold his hand, "Go, let's go."

He Huai and Lu Yan were the last to come down from the warship. Seeing the tearful elegant woman in front of him, Lu Yan let go of He Huai's hand without a trace.

"Hurry up." Lu Yan urged him.

He Huai asked worriedly, "Then you wait for me here for a while."

Lu Yan nodded.

Seeing that Lu Yan agreed, He Huai walked down the gangway.

Lu Yan stood on the last step of the gangway, looking at the mother and son who were hugging each other not far away - the reunion after a long absence made the Countess burst into tears, holding He Huai for sure and sure.

The people and scenery around are like faded old photos, only the warm reunion of mother and child is colorful.

Lu Yan quietly looked at the only color in the frame of the old photo, his eyes were empty and confused.

He Huai finally comforted his agitated mother, and was about to call Lu Yan over for a reunion, when he turned around, there was no one on the gangway.

He Huai called out Lu Yan's name in bewilderment, but no one answered him.

Looking at the huge space station, He Huai suddenly felt a bad feeling - Lu Yan.

Seven years later.

On the black market arena, Lu Yan clasped an alpha arm and slammed back, twisting his thick arm into a twisted position.

Alpha's body suffered from pain, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Just as Lu Yan was about to knock down the tall and strong alpha, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed, and Lu Yan subconsciously closed his eyes.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Alpha broke away from Lu Yan and swung his fists.

Even if Lu Yan dodged in time, the other party's knuckles brushed against him, leaving a bruise on his face, and bleeding from the corners of his slanted eyes.

Lu Yan lowered his gaze, staring gloomily at the iron rings that Alpha put on his knuckles.

He wiped the blood from his eyes and stretched his neck.

In the next moment, Lu Yan stepped forward to grab Alpha's throat at a rapid speed, and slammed his elbow on his chest.

Alpha snorted twice, his face turned pale, the opponent's force was so strong that it almost broke his breastbone.

Alpha had no choice but to repeat the same trick, using the flashing lights tied to his wrists to stimulate Lu Yan's eyes.

Lu Yan, who had been on guard for a long time, didn't do what alpha wanted this time. Before the light flashed and stabbed him, he twisted alpha's arm and slammed it hard, and there was a cracking sound of bone dislocation.

Alpha raised his head and screamed, Lu Yan held down his shoulders, raised his knee and kicked him, broke several ribs, and fell over his shoulder to the ground.

The alpha, who was covered in flesh and blood, lost his eyesight at the moment, and his face was covered in cold sweat, completely losing his fighting power.

Lu Yan smashed the flashing light on Alpha's wrist with one foot, and then didn't bother to look at him again.

The audience under the arena was already familiar with Lu Yan's fighting power, and they were not interested in seeing him win the game again, and there were only scattered cheers.

Lu Yan encountered such a challenge tonight, and even used Xiasanlu method, he walked down from the ring with a sullen face.

A tall man came over and handed Lu Yan an ice pack for reducing swelling, "The boss asked you to come over, saying that he has business to discuss."

Lu Yan thanked him, put ice packs on the corners of his eyes and went up to the third floor.

The owner of the black market boxing gym is Coppola, nicknamed Jusha. Although he looks rough and has many muscles, he has a delicate mind and a shrewd mind.

Lu Yan knocked on the door of Coppola's office, and the other party was teasing him that he had just bought Lalima, an oval, red, yellow and blue ornamental fish.

With his back to the land salt, Coppola twirled the fish food to feed those beautiful ornamental fish. When he came in from the land salt, his eyes never left the fish tank, but he asked, "Are you hurt?"

Lu Yan didn't reply, "What do you want from me?"

Coppola finally turned around, looked at the injury on Lu Yan's face, and joked, "It's rare to see you get injured once. Only when someone else wins the game can they appear on the light curtain. Well, whoever makes you suffer, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose. Worth rewarding light curtain day trip."

Lu Yan was too lazy to take care of his bad taste.

Coppola restrained his smile and raised his chin, "Sit down, let's talk about serious business."

Lu Yan pulled out the seat and sat opposite Coppola.

Coppola has already switched to the businessman mode, and analyzed with Lu Yan his future in the black market boxing ring.

The future of Luyan is no future.

This Asian young man came here two years ago, first he fought hand-to-hand with fists to the flesh, and later he switched to mecha. No matter what kind of competition, he has no opponent here.

Now that there are no potential newcomers, the audience is already tired of Lu Yan's solo show.

After listening to Coppola's analysis, Lu Yan said that he understood, which meant that he couldn't make more money here.

Coppola took a sip of his cigar, and he asked amidst the smoke, "I have a business here, and the pay is pretty decent, do you want to take it?"

Lu Yan: "What business?"

Coppola: "Guaranteed to go to the Interstellar Central Military Academy alone."

Lu Yan looked puzzled, "How to protect this?"

Coppola had a headache on his face, "To tell you the truth, my son insists on going to the Central Military Academy. This military academy is not easy to pass, especially the last pass. I am afraid that something will happen to him."

The Central Military Academy is well-known in the interstellar, and it is the first of the four major military academies of the Alliance Government.

Many famous generals came out of here, and the relative entrance examination is also extremely strict. There are layers of screening, and less than a thousand people can enter the military academy each time.

The final assessment is practical combat. They will throw the candidates on the battlefield, and fight with the behemoths occupying the deserted star with real swords and guns.

This is fatal.

Coppola didn't want his son to enter the military academy, as long as he could come back with all his needs in the last pass.

Of course, it would be great if Lu Yan would teach his son some real skills during the process, so Coppola quoted a price that made Lu Yan very tempted.

Over the years, he has never given up going to NE11T to find his mother, but the expensive starship rental fee, as well as supplies and fuel make the cash-strapped Lu Yan have to bow to reality.

Lu Yan has done everything in the past seven years, but he has accumulated a considerable amount of wealth. With the remuneration given by Coppola, he almost has the money together.

But Lu Yan didn't agree right away, because the Central Military Academy is on the main planet, and it's He Huai's alma mater, so what if it happens to me?