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"Bambu, what did they do after I passed out? Did you—have you been coerced by them like last time?"

He didn't ask Bamboo how he knew the information. Bamboo's words were always reliable, and he always failed to persevere at critical moments. It was all because of Bamboo's support. It was normal for Bamboo to know more than him.

"I'm fine." Bamboo said, pointing to the large standard shirt he was wearing as pajamas, "This is for the imperial army, they are probably imperial or soldiers." And the standard a meal equipment is also imperial.

Milan stretched out his hands to twist the buttons on his shirt. Yu Piotor's things come from anywhere, especially the "Snake and Cat Nest" is a grocery store. The advantage is that he is no stranger to all kinds of things.

"Empire? Are we in the Empire now?" The relationship between the Federation and the Empire is tense, and he has also heard about it, but no matter which country has a reason to refuse to send a child home, no matter the Federation or the Empire... right?

Another sentence from Bamboo was a blow to him: "There are bee eyes in this room, staring at them all the time."

"What are they staring at us for? What is our value?" Milan frowned, rolled over and got into Bamboo's dormant cabin, pulled down the cover, and hugged each other, "Bambu, can you hear me?"

Milan released his mental power.

Suddenly there was a wave of watermelon red and jumped happily a few times.

The two looked at each other, the smile on Milan's face widened, and Bamboo habitually lay on Milan's body, listening to Milan's analysis.

"If we started killing people, they wouldn't have given us such care. The identity of the space thief is easy to identify. If something happened to the Warrior, it's impossible for the principal to not respond for so long. That is, he is going to take us as hostages to exchange benefits with the space thief? The hostages are not treated so well. They must want to get something from us... No, it will definitely not be the treasure map, could it be the internal situation of the red poppy? Not true, the situation between the Federation and the Empire is tense, and it is impossible to separate forces Sweep the gray star field or the red poppies. What else is possible..."

Holding his hand with one hand, Milan shook it back: "They are all masters, and the possibility of defeating them is very slim. If you can't beat them, you have to be obedient first, and then try to contact the outside world. Bamboo—are you sure they are not because of you?" What?" He firmly remembered that Bamboo couldn't leave because he knew the core secrets of Yu Pirates.

Bamboo shook his head: "No."

"Is there anything in particular they care about?"

Bamboo replied honestly: "They care about us two most."

"Are we treated differently? What about Ruben's treatment?"

Now that Milan asked, Bamboo continued to answer honestly: "Yes. Not as good as us."

"It's not necessarily because of the universe robber. Let's do nothing first, look for opportunities, and contact the space police and Dad as soon as possible!" Dad's resume, two years ago, if Milan was only a half-knowledgeable, now Does he know the detailed identities of the fathers.

Bamber added: "They also did a DNA comparison."

"DNA comparison? That means we already know our identities, but haven't contacted relatives..." Milan put a finger on his temple, thought for a while, "I seem to understand a little bit."

"what?"

"If it's not a hostage, it's a guinea pig." Milan said, "We were caught by mistake. After passing the identity check, we should be let go under normal circumstances. If it is the space thief or the opponent of Dad, take us as hostages." , I will definitely notify them early. It doesn’t make sense that there is no news for so long. I think it has nothing to do with us except that we are the youngest and that our experience is different from theirs.”

"Milan, you are amazing."

In such a short period of time, the conclusion that the accuracy rate is more than 90% can be reached. Sure enough, it is the correct decision to consult with Milan when something happens.

Although Milan is disappointed and cannot contact his father immediately, but full of vigilance and fighting spirit, what will he do?

As soon as Jutia, who received the reminder from the hibernation cabin, entered the room, she saw Milan habitually tucking Bamboo behind her.

There was a bit of vigilance in the politeness of the words: "Excuse me, when can we meet your superiors."

"Don't be nervous." Jutia waved her hand and showed the brick, "Check your brother's body first. If I have malicious intentions, neither of you will be here intact."

The bricks were quickly attached to the forehead of the work cloth.

For Bamboo, who not only observes the details, but also knows what he knows and doesn't reveal anything, it is really troublesome as an opponent, but as a companion, he is quite reliable.

This is why Jutia loves and hates Bamboo.

Milan stared at the brick, and just as Jutia was about to take it back with a sigh of relief - Bamboo grabbed it.

"Ok?"

"You said, you can give it to me if you have mental power." Bamboo said, "If you forget, there is a bee eye record to testify."

Good straight ball.

Milan looked at Bamboo, apparently something else happened while he was asleep.

Bamboo explained: "She said she could use my optical brain."

Milan immediately said: "Banbu, thank you sister for such a valuable thing." Since the other party needs him, he has no fear.

Milan let him say whatever he wanted, so Bamboo said, "Thank you sister." He stuffed the bricks into his shirt casually.

Jutia: "..."

——She took back her preface, this brother is not cute and sensible at all!

Since her unintentional mistakes were caught and put together by two children, the straight-hearted Jutia had no choice but to admit that she was unlucky. She always likes to use force to solve problems, and caring for big sisters is not her specialty.

Jutia quickly adjusted her status and raised her eyebrows: "The superior wants to see you two—follow me."

"No."

It was Bamboo who spoke again.

"Huh?" Judea frowned.

"Wash and change." Bamboo said, "It's rude to wear pajamas at other people's house." Pointing to the baggy shirt on his body.

Milan blinked and smiled: "It's better to have something to eat, okay?" Bamboo didn't mean it, but he did it on purpose. He continued to test and made progress.

He wanted to buy some time, ask more from Bamboo, and let the other party wait a while by the way.Jutia is willing to bargain with Bamboo for things, and their safety should be fine.

"Little ghost, if you don't obey, I will separate the two of you." Jutia threatened, "Put it in a room that separates your spiritual power."

Milan smiled: "But it's really impolite to go out like this." He explained, "When we are in a mess, we can't help but forget things we should have remembered."

"Little devil, with your mental power swept away, you can't hide any secrets, and you will become an idiot in the future, don't you know?"

"Fortunately, I will blow myself up mentally." Milan didn't care.

"Me too." Bamboo added.

When Milan doesn't want to be a good boy, he is not a good boy at all-after hanging out with Yu Pirates for a long time, he can become the student council president, not all by fists.

Judea was defeated.

"Half an hour."

"Thank you." They said in unison.

Colonel Croun, who saw and heard all this through the eyes of bees, nodded secretly. These two children are brave and resourceful, and they cannot be let go easily.

Just a shirt gave away their identities, and neither the fake Red Cross nor the military police could be used, nor could force deterrence.

Ways to keep people... and many more.

Like threats of force.

Half an hour later, Milan and Bamboo, who had packed up, followed Jutia through the long corridor to the conference room.

In order to show that they were young, harmless and non-aggressive, they changed into casual clothes.

The rooms on spaceships are generally not big. This conference room is probably a special case. A large long table and 50 chairs basically fill up [-]% of the space in the room.

The other 20% of the space is filled with shiny display cabinets. The exhibits are not certificates or precious jewelry, but various models of mecha chariots, some of which look familiar.

And guns.

There are even space buttons.

Although I have already used my mental strength to watch it once, but when I watched it up close, Bamboo... was even more moved.

These guns and space buttons are not mock-ups, they are real ones. Once new products, they are sold at the same price and are not open for purchase. Internal personnel have to make an appointment to queue up to pay a deposit to pass the political review...the lottery is limited to purchase.

The display of so many weapons is probably also to show the characteristics of the ship as a commercial ship - how about some merchandise display?

"The officer will be here soon, you sit down for a while." After she finished speaking, she left.

"Okay." Milan and Bamboo looked at each other and sat down side by side.

Three minutes later, two people in combat uniforms came one after the other. The one in front was tall, with good features and a calm demeanor, which could be called indifferent.Followed by a secretary or adjutant, with a small briefcase in his arms, followed suit.

"I'm Demreko, Captain." The person in front stretched out his hand, with a haughty posture and a cold attitude, and he looked like a superior.

Milan and Bamboo also stood up and shook hands one by one.

The person behind put the briefcase on the table, opened the seat for Demreko, poured another glass of water and handed it to him.

"You see me." Demreko sat down, straightened his waist, and said calmly, "Tell me."

Milan smiled: "You have seen our conversation through the eyes of bees, haven't you?" After a pause, he added, "It's also very normal to do genetic comparisons in the dormant cabin. Apart from this, I Can't imagine why you treat us differently. So what do you want to know?"

Facing such a calm Milan, a cold light flashed in Demreko's eyes, and he still said coldly: "All."

"Then, can Mr. Demreko guarantee our personal safety?"

"Of course, as the captain, I have this obligation."

"As a direct superior?"

"Also."

"—He can't." It was Bamboo who interjected.

The eyes of the other three people were all focused on him.

Bamboo said slowly: "He has never admitted that he is the person in charge, and his words don't count."

Milan's expression became serious.

Demreko sneered: "You are questioning me."

"No." Bamboo asked directly to the person behind Demreko, "Can you guarantee it?"

After the man delivered the water to Demreko, he stood silently in the shadow of the display case.

Hearing Bamboo's question, he took a step forward, showing his frown, staring at the two children in front of him.

The conference room was silent.

Seeing such a scene, Milan quickly adjusted, and immediately smiled at Colonel Crohn: "Are you the real person in charge? I'm sorry that we admitted our mistake at the beginning."

"I'm Bit Clawn, Colonel of the Atley Empire, the highest person in charge of this operation."

"Hello, Colonel Crone. I'm Starlight." Milan said, "If you don't call me according to the way of Yu Pirates, I am Milan. This is my brother, Bamboo Green. We are from the China Star Federation."

"I'm curious." Colonel Crohn said, "How did you recognize my identity? How do you know that your DNA comparison has been done?" During the DNA comparison, the two little ones were In the dormant cabin, where did you know this?

"There must always be a hole card." Milan still smiled. Although he didn't know it, he had confidence in Bamboo.

Bamboo is as reliable as a part of himself.

—Never let him down.

"Milan, Bamboo Green, orphan, born in 2030 in the star calendar, adopted by Mina and Druck Green's family, K star of the Central Star Federation, what's the problem with the above file?" Colonel Croun asked directly.

Milan nodded calmly: "Yes, that's right."

"Later you joined the space pirates and were not protected by any law. Now if you are killed, no one will object."

"If we didn't join the Space Pirates, we would have died a long time ago." Milan replied, "We are still alive until now, isn't it because we are useful?"

"If it's useful, one is enough."

Demreko was very cooperative and pulled out his guns, one in each hand, aiming at the foreheads of the two children.