Therapy Planet No. 13

The sleeping pills seemed to work quickly.

Within ten seconds after injecting the sleeping pill, Angel yawned lazily.

"Is this a concentrated dose several times?"

Angel covered his mouth and drove Lucas and Wipperman out of the room: "What? Do you still want to stay here?"

As if remembering something, she gave Lucas a charming smile: "I didn't expect you to be so old that it's okay."

Although these days are not rigid, and explicit words among young people can be seen everywhere, Wipperman still blushed unavoidably—who told Angel to say this to Lucas, who usually has a good reputation?

Whether it is a fierce reputation or a prestigious reputation, it is difficult for people to associate him with such things as love and love.

But to be honest, Lucas was only 28 years old when he first took office six years ago. Even if he is in his early thirties now, he is indeed young and promising in the federal age of several hundred years old. Rhodes, the youngest congressman in the federal government, was born nine years later.

But in so many years, I haven't seen Lucas surrounded by a woman. Many people are secretly discussing whether their captain likes the same sex, maybe having an affair with his deputy Boyd, but some people are just guessing He is asexual.

The journey of sailing in the stars is often boring and long, and the crew has to have some fun for themselves from time to time.

Betting on the emotional history of your boss is undoubtedly an enduring theme.

"I don't think I can be called 'old' at my age."

Lucas knew that Angel was of this virtue, so he just smiled and sarcastically said, "What's more, I'm not interested in underage children."

He measured Angor from head to toe with his scrutinizing eyes, and seemed to be quite regretful: "You can rest assured."

"I'm eighteen this year."

Angor frowned in dissatisfaction, and seriously emphasized: "According to the standards of the federal capital star, he is already an adult."

She looks small, and is often considered a minor, coupled with the common sense that people wandering in the interstellar are armed with lies from head to toe, no one will believe the public age name.

"Oh?" Lucas smiled playfully, "Sorry, I didn't see it."

As he spoke, he took Wippman out, and confirmed while walking: "How about the dose? How long can it last?"

"Ten hours..."

The voices of the two stopped abruptly with the sound of the door closing.

Angel was the only one left in the room.

Heavy breathing sounded, I don't know how long it took, until it was confirmed that there was no one in the room, Angel slowly opened his eyes.

She rubbed the corners of her eyes wearily, with some physiological tears on the back of her hand, she muttered to herself: "This medicine is far worse than the quack doctor... Lucas, where did you find a doctor? The formula for sleeping pills is not as good as that of the quack doctors in our small place? And even my drug resistance has not been tested."

Angor shook his head, sighed at the surveillance camera in the room, and worried about the medical equipment of the starship: "In this way, I don't feel relieved to hand over Lui to you people...and prevent me from doing it." What? I'm not such a gossip."

As she spoke, she slipped out of the bed, covered her body with a large blue military uniform, without shoes, and stepped on the ground with her bare feet, revealing a clean ankle, and gently went to pick the crack of the door.

Angor's movements were very light. Lucas believed in the efficacy of his side's medicine, and never expected that Angor had already developed antibodies to ordinary sleeping pills on the 13th, and a series of actions did not disturb the cabin. For the rest of the people, Angel did not disturb anyone when he walked out the door.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

A passing radio soldier saw the new uninvited guest swaying barefoot in the starship, and hurriedly made a sound.

"Yeah!" Angel put on a harmless smile. She clutched her stomach and said apologetically, "Brother, you came just in time. I just had a full meal. Do you know where I can find good black tea to help me digest my food?"

She quickly added: "The cabin is too big, I can't find the way to the restaurant."

The communications soldier looked immature. In his limited life, he had never been in contact with such a "personality" woman. He scratched his head for some reason, "You call this kind of thing smart in the room." The butler will do."

"No." Angor pursed his lips, rushed over to take the young soldier's arm, and wrapped it around easily, "I like hand-brewed—especially watching you brew it."

The communication soldier's face was flushed, and he was still holding a stack of documents in his arms, all of which were high-level secrets that were not convenient to use the Internet to prevent the risk of leaks.

"But—but—"

"But I can wait." Angel smiled sweetly, "Are you going to the main control cabin? Shall I go with you?"

Her voice was soft and charming, even exotic, and it didn't take much skill to make a young man who had never seen the world feel distracted.

Afraid that the other party would regret it, Angel quickly promised: "Don't worry, I will wait outside and promise not to go in."

The communication soldier stood there and hesitated for a while, until the reminder came from the communication terminal. He thought to himself that this lady seemed to have a lot of background. I heard that she and the captain wanted to have a good talk, and he was not good for a small person. Interfering with the captain's affairs, he gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait outside for me to come out."

"I listen to you."

Angel's eyes were bent into a crescent moon, gentle and sweet.

Not far away, there was a medical cabin that Angel couldn't see.

Louis, who was soaked in the repair fluid, flicked his little finger suddenly.

In the azure repair fluid, countless nano-robots are performing various precise repair operations along Lui's skin. The shattered bones re-grow little by little, and then various fibers are constructed into pink flesh and skin, and even hair. They were all stimulated to grow crazily, and the short hair that had never exceeded the ears was now hanging above the shoulders.

Lucas' starship is undoubtedly the highest specification configuration, even the medical robots equipped with the treatment cabin are top-notch.

Lui's injury recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her face soaked in the solution was very quiet, the liquid seemed to have smoothed out her sharp facial features, and from a distance, she still had the innocence and frailty of a girl.

In the midst of the silence, her little finger moved slightly.

Didn't even bring up the ripples.

***

After Lucas dealt with Angor, he returned to the main control cabin.

The moment the automatic door sensor bounced open, Lucas saw a person inside who had been waiting for a long time.

"captain."

As soon as the man saw Lucas enter the door, he quickly raised his head from the table, put his three fingers together, bent his little finger, and nodded his forehead with his middle finger, as a military salute.

Many of the predecessors of the Liberty Alliance were from interstellar pirates, and they didn't know what etiquette was. At most, they saw their superiors put away their shining knives to show respect, and the highest respect was just to nod their foreheads to show respect.

Later, after being incorporated into the Liberty League, this gesture was retained.

The pirates, which everyone shunned, were merged into the Freedom Alliance because of their good behavior. Instead, the customs that were quite characteristic of pirates and plundering expanded into etiquette comparable to the Almi military system. It is ironic enough to think about it.

"Boyd."

Lucas nodded, signaling that he needn't be so restrained. He walked to the table, where the materials sent by the messenger were already placed, flipped through the files, and said in a tired tone, "Your actions are indeed fast."

"After all, it's your entrustment, so I should fulfill my mission." Boyd smiled, "You are the king, and I, as a pawn, only have this advantage to follow behind."

"Isabella agrees?"

"Ah."

Boyd's indistinguishable face didn't look aggressive at all, and he was obviously a man, but his overly soft face and Lucas with a scar formed a sharp contrast, but there was a A strange sense of balance.

"The queen agrees to continue borrowing troops, and agrees that the entire Zerg race will be our strong backing." Boyd smiled slightly, "We will be able to train more offensive bugmen in the near future."

Lucas frowned: "What's the price? She just agreed?"

"She is very optimistic about the development prospects of the Allied Forces." Boyd did not say positively, but took out a stack of documents from the pile of documents and placed them in front of Lucas, "After all, the Zerg have lost their homeland for too long."

The Zerg brood drifted slowly in the universe together, but before the Great War, the Zerg's range of activities was much wider than it is now.

They have no fixed territory, but every inch of the universe has been their foothold for activities.

"..." Lucas was silent for a rare moment, and he pondered, "I'm still a little worried."

"Mr. Tang," Boyd handed the document to Lucas, half forcing and half begging him to look at the things on it, "you should know what it's like to lose your hometown—compared to this, this is The experimental report of our batch of worms."

"Compared with the previous few times, the survival time this time is relatively short. From the infection of the black death virus to the use of combat power, it can be controlled within one hour. According to the current battle situation with Almy, the physical fitness is also Stronger than the average level of the Almy Star."

"Although the experimental body with the longest survival time can only last for 24 hours, and the average active time is about six hours, but this time the Zerg increase can give us an advantage in numbers. If possible, please let me go the whole way... "

"hold on."

Lucas's brows tightened, and he squeezed out a deep word "Chuan".

"Isabella didn't give her children to me for my use." Lucas glanced at the comparison data, "Last time you hid the consequences of using the Black Death virus on the Zerg Haven't taught you a lesson yet?"

"The mortality rate of the first batch of input was as high as 100%." ​​Lucas glanced at him coldly, "And they were not only interested in the Almys at the beginning... that time many of us were also killed. It was devoured. What's more, after the queen, Isabella's anger made the remaining Zerg almost civil chaos."

"But--"

He said meaningfully: "Boyd, there are some things I won't say, but it doesn't mean I don't know."

"You came up with the Black Death virus. I can understand your desire to produce results, but remember—in the league, I am the only captain."

Lucas changed the topic: "You must be tired after the long-distance jump from the Giant Wing Seat. Let's rest after handing over the distribution of the Zerg. The rest will be considered in the long run."

This is the meaning of the eviction order.

A communication soldier came to help sort out the information, and quickly cleaned up the desktop.

When he came out, he didn't follow the previous path. Instead, he turned around and came to a hidden corner.

"Come on, my little spy." Angel reached for the information in his hand and snapped his fingers, "Tell me what you heard?"

The communication soldier's eyes were blank, as if someone had absorbed his mind and turned into a walking dead.

The author has something to say: Regarding the relationship between Lucas and Boyd, I don’t know if you can understand it or not...【FuE.Jpg】