star watcher

Chapter 80 It Feels So Good To Be Kissed By My Brother

Bamboo kept his head tilted and stared at his mustache: "First, you deliberately hid the premise of the unprotected clause of the International Law on the Protection of Minors. We have attacked, but we have never actively attacked. In the case of forced self-defense, the exception you mentioned does not exist. Second, it is you who have been chasing after you. Instead of killing us immediately, we directly destroyed the communicator and optical brain. We are still worth living until we have confirmed our identity and whether your actions have been leaked. But you need to show enough deterrence to make us listen obediently Yours. Fourth, you choose my brother because he is young, has the highest talent value, and is easy to control. And I am his biggest weakness. You don’t have to kill him, as long as he is obedient. Now I am with him, buy One get one free is more appropriate."

Milan was stunned. Bamboo seldom said such a long sentence, especially if he took the initiative to say so long.

Mustache looked at the stunned expressions of Milan and the whole crew, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Where's the evidence?"

What Bamboo is most afraid of is the evidence: "Evidence [-], you are very strong. If you really want to kill us, you only need to be mentally shocked and then the ray gun sweeps away, or directly bombard the place with heavy artillery outside. But you don't have it. Evidence [-], After you boarded the ship, you used the most conservative method to enter here and use force to deter. There is no smell of blood outside, and none of the people who suffered the most severe mental shock here died. You have no intention of killing us all. Evidence three, it is very sensitive to the optical brain, but destroying the optical brain did not hurt my brother at the same time, there is no intention of harm, let alone murder. Evidence four..."

Based on the inductive and deductive skills of the database, although he is not full, he has huge data support, as long as he speaks according to the most feasible aspect.

These words were well-founded and convincing. Seeing the gradual changes in the expressions of the three people in front of him, Bamboo continued to speak.

"Evidence four, none of you were obviously injured, and I saw a medical kit."

—Medical kit?

The local communication of mental power of several of them has been discovered?

Mustache was startled, since this seemingly younger child didn't have half of his mental strength, how could he be discovered?

Moreover, he speaks in an orderly manner, without haste or impatience, and there is nothing wrong with citing legal provisions or factual evidence.

Bamboo pointed out the window: "Over there." He swallowed unconsciously.

——This new type of medical kit is not on the Red Skull, but the psychics are too close here, it seems that they can't eat it right away, what a pity, tsk tsk, what a pity.

Before the words were finished, the light in the entire main control room was blocked by the shadows outside.

Through the glass, one can see a set of half-person-high, neat and brand-new, unopened medical kits, held on the palm of a mecha, slowly rising.

The reason why it is said to be half a person tall is because there is a woman with short black hair standing next to the medical kit for comparison.

The woman wore an oversized earphone, a red cross combat uniform with a white background, and a pair of long combat boots on her feet. She had a calm face and sharp eyes.

On the mech's head, which could be called the forehead, also flashed a red cross pattern on a white background.

— Red Cross!Internationally used logo, the largest neutral humanitarian relief organization!

"So we will be together, always." Bamboo never let go of Milan's hand.

Bamboo didn't care what Reuben and the others thought, and Bamboo didn't care what Mustache thought.

When Milan's health is worrying, if he continues to observe silently, he will be sick.

And he didn't call out the identities of these people at all, didn't say the strength of their weapons, and didn't break the orders of their superiors. He just analyzed and deduced the obvious things, which should be regarded as the way of normal human beings, right?

The few people in front of them are not space pirates but imperial people, and they are active in the army.The reputation value of Yu Pirates is negative, and the credibility of the speech is very low. You can play freely in the gray star field, but if you play casually with the soldiers of the empire, you will have to wipe out the end.Besides, he still has to study how to go back to reunite with his family, how to let Milan live peacefully in a normal society so that he can observe, and it is really not good to make too much noise.If Milan's real parents were tossed out again, he, a pirate user, would be exposed.

Seeing the scene outside the window, Milan really turned around and hugged him, so Bamboo continued to face paralyzed, content to enjoy his brother's kisses all over his head and face, and his heart was full of joy.

Then, the body in his arms was heavy, and Milan's head finally drooped limply.

—He was exhausted to the limit.

Bamboo raised his head and continued to stare at the mustache.

Shocked by Bamboo's words, the whole crew also looked at Mustache in unison.

Mustache couldn't help but whistled, this was the first time, he failed at the very beginning of his dismount.

The other party was just a child with no hair yet.

Bamboo said, "I don't care what you plan to do. My brother must be treated first."

He put his hands around Milan's waist and lifted him up, directly lifting Milan off the ground.

He took a step forward, walked towards the door like no one else, and said hello to the red nose by the door: "Excuse me, thank you."

Red Nose's muzzle trembled.

Bamboo raised his head and repeated: "Thank you?"

Red Nose moved sideways stiffly, giving way to the door.

Holding Milan, Bamboo hadn't walked three meters away when he heard a gunshot behind him, causing chaos.

He didn't care, and continued to move forward, and the sound of extremely hurried footsteps came from the corridor, approaching.

When he turned the first corner, he saw the owner of the footsteps.

"Where is the wounded? Where is the wounded?" A figure rushed over, stretched out his hands, stared at a pair of sharp phoenix eyes, and "slapped" a special optical brain the size of a palm to the back of Milan's head, looking as if it was a long time ago A murder weapon called a brick.

Bamboo suppressed the novelty, and looked at the windy female doctor who arrived before the murder weapon.

"So young? Mental disorder... Nonsense, what a nonsense! What about internal and external injuries? Let me see!" The female doctor took Milan from Bamboo's hands in the way of a princess.

At this time, the floating folding stretcher behind her followed. Once this half-person-high medical bag is opened, the outer shell is a folding stretcher with automatic pathfinding function.

In order to prevent the wounded from being injured again, this type of stretcher is quite stable; time is life on the battlefield, so the speed is also very fast.

But still being left behind by the female doctor.

The female doctor's eyes first fell on Milan's face, looked at her eyes, then turned to ask Bamboo, "Vision mirror? Optic nerve problem?"

Bamboo nodded and labeled the female doctor as "competent".

This kind of eye disease in Milan is rare, and the corresponding medical equipment is naturally not common, and there are not many doctors who can tell it at a glance.

"Help him keep the vision aid first." The female doctor said and took it off, and the "brick" automatically squirmed from the back of Milan's head to his forehead, all the way down, and got stuck in the throat, making a weak beeping sound, turning around .

It turned out that it was not in direct contact with the human body, but it was too close, so it seemed to be attached to it.

"He's still a handsome guy, and the protective gear is good. Thanks to the protective gear, he didn't suffer destructive damage." The female doctor muttered, reaching out to unzip Milan's clothes, and the "brick" continued to move.

Bamboo continued to stare at this "brick", and was shaken vigorously by the female doctor with both hands on his shoulders. The body swayed at an angle of more than [-] degrees before he came back to his senses: "Huh?"

"I'm asking you, does he have any other wounds? Does he have any other genetic problems? Are there any medicines he takes regularly and what medicine has he taken recently? Also, what did he do to become like this just now!"

"No. No. No and no. He piloted the spaceship mentally. When he encountered danger, he struggled and vomited blood." Bamboo replied in turn.

The female doctor patted Bamboo on the shoulder again: "Son, you answered very well. Don't be nervous, he will be fine."

She didn't hear Bamboo talk about the scene that shocked a group of people. For a child, it is very rare for a child to answer questions in an orderly manner without panic.

Watching her withdraw her hand, Bamboo suddenly covered the earphones and called out "...Damn it", his eyebrows tightened, "This is not a disorder, it's a breakthrough! A breakthrough! It's a comprehensive breakthrough! After the breakthrough, you will be injured, double damage! Who would do that? Ruthless? There is no reason for such a young child to be a gifted person..." While thinking about it, she took out two needle tubes from behind, which were sealed and individually packaged in blue and red. The needle tubes were filled with medicine. It is covered with a rubber cap, and a small pack of disinfectant wipes is attached next to it—the biggest feature of this extremely professional disposable injection is that it can be used immediately after unpacking.

The female doctor disassembled the needle and injected it directly into the upper arm.

The effect of the medicine was immediate, at least Milan's frowning eyebrows were relaxed.

"The physical fitness is good. Stay in the medical cabin for a few days to repair the impacted neurons. At the same time, the medical cabin supplements nutrients for the muscles. He needs sufficient sleep and a lot of nutritional supplements. In addition, he is a compound breakthrough, and the situation is more complicated. It’s best to refresh your mental and physical strength three times a day.”

After the female doctor finished explaining, she asked Bamboo, "Do you remember my little brother? Where are the doctors and the medical cabin here?"

"I remember the sentence, but I'm having trouble executing it," Bamboo replied. "Can you help us? I mean, there's not enough power here. The medical cabin is a 30-year-old version, and the batteries only last three hours."

Milan was in a stable state of mind, so Bamboo was not in a hurry. There was no doubt that there was a connection between the earphones and the bricks. It seemed to be a set of professional medical diagnostic equipment. He began to ponder the possibility of fishing around the female doctor.

In the Poppy Skull R&D department, Bamboo has touched fish more than once. The head of the R&D department, "Starfish Parrot", is the second in charge, but he doesn't go out, and spends 360 days a year in the laboratory. Bamboo goes to his warehouse After a few laps, they ate a lot of discarded semi-finished products and eliminated products. As for the finished products, they were sent to Chenxi for appraisal and distribution.

Although Bamboo did not take the initiative to participate in the research and development, there were always people recording his various problems behind him. Most of them were very simple, but Xiao Ban was able to focus on the key points, open up ideas, and inject fresh blood into the research and development.

This is also one of the agreements between Chenxi and him, requiring him to go to the R&D department twice a month to be responsible for picking bones.The price is to provide obsolete parts.

Bamboo ate too fast, and the output of R&D was limited, which was the reason why he was not very enthusiastic about the R&D department later.

Not only are there new things around the female doctor, but which one of these mecha chariots outside is not a good thing?

Sure enough, I didn't come out in vain.

After listening to Bamboo's explanation, the female doctor took back the bricks, took off the earphones and hung them around her neck: "Where are you from?"

Bamboo shook his head: "I will explain when my brother wakes up." Since Milan is fine, he will retreat to the second line and continue to observe the great cause and not participate in these.

The last time he left Milan's fathers because of curiosity, this time he wanted to hear Milan's own opinion.

"Why? You can trust me." The female doctor smiled, "My name is Jutia, what about you?"

"According to etiquette, I should answer you, but now everything is decided by my brother, I need to wait for my brother to wake up before explaining."

"Tell me secretly, okay? I won't tell others. I am this—" Jutia pointed to the red cross on her chest and smiled, "A third party, absolutely neutral. I will definitely protect you. I am absolutely safe here, little one Brother, you can rest assured..."

She has an amiable look and an amiable manner.

Mental power surrounded Bamboo like water, shaking gently.

Her voice seemed to be separated by a layer of water: "...you can tell me now, what's your name?"

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