star watcher

"You two can only live one, choose in three seconds." As soon as the words fell, a powerful spiritual coercion immediately unfolded, and the space seemed to be stagnant, and the invisible air turned into thick and heavy magma, which was hot and airtight, which made people feel uncomfortable. Difficulty breathing, unable to move.

Milan didn't panic, and used his mental strength to withstand it: "My brother and I...are willing to cooperate, why...we still want to threaten?"

A word is spoken intermittently.

"Huh? You're not nervous."

Milan managed to force a smile. It wasn’t once or twice that he was pointed at with a gun. The first time he couldn’t see, and the second time he was exhausted. This time is different from the previous two times. There is room for bargaining when there is dialogue. He was sure of this: "I'm very nervous—are you...waiting for me to leave my hope of survival...to...my brother?"

He shook his head and stopped: "I have something to say..."

The mental power field spread out, and Milan's first reaction was to turn to look at Bamboo.

Bamboo was also pale and sweating profusely. Seeing Milan looking at him, he took the initiative to say, "I'm fine. You continue."

Milan took a breath, then resumed his smile, and said to Colonel Crohn: "It's a big blow, but let's get back to the topic-you treat us differently from other people, I think about it , and others are only different in one thing, and the whole process of this incident, I was in a coma and didn't know anything. My brother is more useful than me. However, as a brother who listens to my brother, when I die, he is more I won’t obey you. It’s the same for me, this way of pulling hatred must not meet your expectations.”

He went on to explain: "If we don't let us go for such a long time, if we don't cooperate obediently, death is just a matter of minutes. You are so careful, but it proves our importance. And we have no power, so why not cooperate? What? There is really no need to test or deter, it’s so stiff. No matter what position you belong to, as long as you guarantee our personal safety and use your spiritual power to make an agreement, I don’t know what to hide.”

"You even know about the difference in treatment? Sure enough, you underestimated you." Colonel Klauen looked at the two children carefully for a while, "You don't worry about my breaking the contract? It's not that simple, is it a stopgap measure? Let's let our guard down and take the opportunity to leave."

"No matter how weak an animal is, it will always think of saving its own life when it faces life and death. If this basic requirement cannot be met, it will not be at ease anywhere." Milan replied, "As long as we are useful for one day, our life is guaranteed for one day. , when we are completely useless, it is the time of death, isn’t self-survival instinct?”

"Besides, there is no reason for us to be hostile." Milan continued to analyze, "My companion did not die immediately, and your layout will definitely not only focus on the status quo, but have long-term goals—— Am I wrong? ?”

There's really nothing wrong with it, it's all on point.

Milan made it clear directly, clearly and frankly.

Colonel Crohn had nothing to say for a moment.

His original intention was nothing more than beating the two children, but now that Mi Lan clarified the words for him, it seemed superfluous for him to say anything else.

For these two brothers, he is really more and more interested now.

"As you wish." Colonel Crone made a decision, "Conclude a spiritual power contract." Since beating fails, it doesn't matter if it turns into cooperation. There is no disadvantage in exchanging the contract for Greg and the principle of annihilation.Besides, on his territory, there are plenty of ways to monitor and monitor.

Bamboo, as well as Demreko, sat on the side, watching Colonel Crohn and Milan, you come and discuss the content of the contract.

There are three main points: [-]. To ensure personal safety.Second, a certain degree of personal freedom.[-]. Confidentiality clause.

Although the main content is these three points, the additional conditions are extremely detailed and trivial, such as the scope of personal safety, whether it is inside or outside the spacecraft; the degree of personal freedom, including the degree of freedom of mental power; When asking questions, whether it is suitable or not, etc.

Two hours, just a little more.

Bamboo stood up spontaneously to bring Milan a glass of water. Unexpectedly, when he moved, Demreko also stood up almost at the same time. The two looked at each other, nodded politely, and then walked in the same direction. Staring and standing still.

Bamboo looked at people silently as always, and Demreko also looked at him silently, then looked at the water dispenser, and then at Bamboo: "...Drink water?"

"Two glasses, thank you."

Demreko took two cups of reddish-brown drinks and handed them to Bamboo. Bamboo took them, looked at the drinks, and then looked up at Demreko: "What?"

Demreko also looked at the drink and replied, "Throat tea." After he was no longer in charge, he became more silent and expressionless.

"Thank you."

The two came back with four glasses of drinks, sat next to Milan and Colonel Crohn, who were discussing in full swing, and stretched out their hands at the same time, silently pushing the water glasses over.

At the same time, he silently withdrew his hand, continued to look at his superior/brother with a paralyzed face.

Occasionally, he looked back and saw the person sitting opposite him, blinking his eyes.

——What I thought at the same time at that moment was: "The same kind."

Bamboo's so-called "similarity" refers to the character of the other party, which is similar to the character he has created.And Demreko really likes quiet, so he admires calm children.

As for the face with facial paralysis, the two never thought it was a shortcoming. It is said that the face with facial paralysis has another advantage: wrinkles appear late, don't they?

Because the discussion around them was almost nothing to do with them, the one big and one small looked at each other with paralyzed faces for a while, and Demreko spoke first: "How do you know, I'm not."

Bamboo pointed to the display case behind him.

"Huh? That's a Gatling ray machine gun."

"Do not."

Bamboo got up and went to the display case.

Demreko also stood up. He was 1.9 meters tall and immediately cast a shadow over Bamboo's head.

The display case was wiped clean and the glass was shiny.

Bamboo pointed to a point on the display case and said, "You bend down, here you see the door." Simple optical reflection.

"I saluted the colonel outside the door, you saw that." Demreko realized that he couldn't see the reflection at his high altitude, but Bamboo was the right size.

"Ah."

Bamboo would never say that the responsibilities and positions of everyone on the spaceship had already been classified and filed in a folder, and the name of the folder was "2040 Imperial Spare Ingredients [-]".

Get back in your seat.Bamboo and Demreko continued to stare.

The two people have the same idea of ​​pouring water, and the actions of looking at their superior/brother are also so consistent. Bamboo thought for a while, since they are of the same kind, would they have the same behavior?

So he reached under the table and took Milan's hanging hand...a fist.

The fist was clenched tightly, trembling extremely inconspicuously.

Bamboo looked at Milan carefully. Milan looked calmly, spoke clearly, and argued hard.

Bamboo stretched out his other hand, wrapped Milan's fist, and patted it lightly.

Milan grabbed his hand and shook it back hard.

The open palm was full of sweat.

Bamboo rubbed his knuckles for him.

Milan hooked his fingers, sat 5 percent more straight than before, and spoke 9 percent more pleasantly.

Bamboo looked across.

Demreko stared at the water glass closest to him at this moment, not speaking.

— There is no tacit understanding at all,

Bamboo adjusted the homogeneous setting of the facial paralyzed face to "partial homogeneity", and there is no necessary connection between personality and expression.

The test is over.

But since Milan likes to hold his hand, so be it.

After another hour, the contract was finally finalized, with electronic signature and spiritual power signature.

There is no optical brain in Milan, and there is a blank spare model on the spaceship, which can be activated by entering the ID number, which is common to the Federation and Empire.

However, what Milan activated was still the optical brain number of "Starlight" - one of the confidentiality clauses.

"What about my brother's optical brain?" After Milan's optical brain was set, it rang non-stop, and more than [-] outdated messages popped up. Just looking at the sender, he knew it was Yu Pirates. Come to inquire about the news.The first message did not indicate the sender, but the optical brain number Milan is very familiar with.He didn't click on it, but just looked at Colonel Crohn and asked a question.

"Yes." Colonel Crohn replied.

"I don't need it," Bamboo replied.

"No, you need it. The optical brain has a positioning function. For your personal safety and our security, you need to wear it with you. It has a built-in psychic force sensing system. After locking, once it leaves you for more than an hour, or ten meters away, it will Automatic alarm." Colonel Croun handed him another blank spare optical brain.

——The two optical brains have been modified, and they are not just as simple as the tracking function. They will definitely not benefit people for no reason.

Because Colonel Crohn is 100% sure that Bamboo's optical brain is different from others.

In the past few days, there has not been a single message on the optical brain asking about the distress of the Warrior, and there is not a single video.

No matter how unpopular Bamboo is, at least someone has to ask "Why didn't your brother reply?" or something like that.

Even if you are so eccentric that you have no friends, you must have one of the star network push subscription text messages or junk text messages that claims to cover the entire universe.

This light brain was stunned and didn't move at all.

As long as the optical brain is broken, it's fine. Mustache tried to use the Banbu optical brain to dial his number, and it was easy to get through, and there was no problem in sending and receiving messages.

This situation is completely unreasonable, the mustache can't handle it, and the analysis task falls on the aiming lens. After testing, the optical brain is normal, and the memory is still decreasing...decreasing?

When the scope finds the hidden folder, the hidden folder is automatically destroyed.

And at that time, Bamboo was teaching experience to Braingrass, the spaceship intelligence: "...Look, setting the destroy function can completely prevent peeping, as long as you remember to restore it afterwards. The code is..."

Hercules resolutely changed the look of a construction worker in a yellow hat and suspenders overalls, and adjusted the protection mode of the "Smashing Thoughts" room.

"Well, can I not?" Bamboo didn't answer, and objected, "Don't just use a brain, just get me a tracker."

"Why?" Did you already guess that there were other tricks in the light brain?

Bamboo’s answer is always in line with common sense: “Because I said to exchange it.” He further explained, “Jutia said, use the diagnostic instrument to exchange the optical brain.” The diagnostic instrument is the brick, and he hasn’t had a chance to eat it yet. It must not be given out.

But this optical brain is very new, and he has never seen it before. He also wants to eat it.

Fortunately, he didn't have to be very disappointed. At worst, he asked Milan to borrow food, which was the same.

Confident, so Bamboo refused Colonel Crohn's feeding.

But only those who are familiar with him, such as Milan, know that there is serious reluctance hidden in his eyes.

Colonel Crone asked: "Do you like medical diagnostic instruments?" Only by following what you like can you master your weaknesses, and a diagnostic instrument is nothing.

"I like it." Bamboo thought for a while, and then said, "I like all kinds of machines." It would be better if there were more.

"You can keep the diagnostic instrument. This optical brain is given to you as a gift for cooperation." Colonel Crohn responded quickly.

"Thank you." Bamboo reacted quickly, and immediately took the optical brain, put it on his wrist - went back to eat.

Colonel Croun watched as he entered the identity information of the "three mouths" and activated the optical brain, but still... not a single message.