Rebirth Omega's Great Counterattack

It must be above the alpha...and the habit of tying up lovers...is this still an omega? ? ?Abel's words were as shocking as thunder, making him unheard of...

After the boy left, Huey has been pacing back and forth in the back garden of the palace, tightly clenched by the hands behind his back, the fingers that keep moving, and the frown that seems to be incomprehensible are all displayed The man was deep in thought at the moment.

A small soldier ran over from a distance, and stood up in front of Huey to salute: "General! The crown prince just gave an order to lead your troops to Onga star to take over the army of the former Bessel family."

The man who was disturbed suddenly turned his head, his sharp and menacing eyes locked on the person who reported, and the little soldier's heart was beating drums when he saw it.Did he do something wrong?This is obviously a good thing, why does the general have such an expression?

"When did you say that? Let's go now? Isn't there a welcome banquet tonight? Why are you in such a hurry?" Huey asked.

Xiao Bing stood at attention and replied: "Report to the general. The oral order was issued by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in public before the end of the press conference. It is now described by many media as "the first order of the new emperor". As for why you are required to go now, His Highness does not Did not say."

Issue orders in front of the whole nation?Then I really had to go.It seems that Frenza can only let it go first, and I haven't figured out a countermeasure yet. Do I really want to run over and tell Omega to please tie me up and xxoo?

Closing his eyes hard, Huey quickly put this terrifying thought behind him...

Opening his eyes again, the man nodded towards the little soldier, strode away, and said in a very calm voice: "Got it, now go to the military headquarters to organize personnel to set off."

"Yes." Looking at the man's tall and straight back, Xiao Bing wiped the sweat off his brow, and quickly followed the man's footsteps...

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At the interstellar port in the southeast of the Green Star Main Continent, a huge dark black warship is mooring in place, taking up a large area.

In front of the large screen in the control room of the warship, a group of ZTE soldiers stood, headed by a tall and mighty five-star general.The pure black and gold-rimmed military uniforms all over the body fully demonstrate the majestic, majestic, and intimidating temperament of the alpha soldiers.

"Marshal Luther, are you sure you can take the sixth prince away this time?" the adjutant asked.

The man's resolute face seemed to have no expression and asked back: "He is the prince of the royal family of the Republic, why can't he take it away?"

The adjutant hesitated for a moment, but still said what he was thinking: "His Highness Abel has lived in the Federation for many years, and has a successful career. Maybe he already has someone he likes, so this subordinate thinks that His Highness may not want to go back with you."

"Really?" the man said playfully, "He was born as a member of the Republic, and died as a ghost of the Republic. As for whether to follow me or not, that's up to him."

Listening to the marshal's playful tone, there was consistent determination to win, and the adjutant asked worriedly: "But marshal, is this okay?"

Luther put on a straight face, showed a dangerous smile, looked down at an adjutant who was shorter than himself, and said, "Vito, don't forget that you are a soldier, and what a soldier is born to do is to obey orders! I hope you will know when the time comes How to do it."

This time, Vito replied without hesitation: "Yes, Marshal! I understand!"

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In the royal and luxurious banquet hall, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are fragrant, and there are staggered cups and cups. The fine food and wine, the well-trained waiters shuttle among them, and the violin and piano performances like the sounds of nature are delightful. Luxurious dinner.

Tonight's first protagonist, His Royal Highness Abel, finally got a moment of freedom after getting rid of another round of toasts. He held the wine glass in one hand while searching for the figure of Frensa among the talking figures.

"Your Highness Sixth, please stay." Pahlavi's gentle voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. May I ask what you can do for me?" Abel turned around and rushed towards the person with a smile.

"Your Royal Highness, your home country sent Marshal Luther to see you, and the marshal is already waiting to meet you in the back hall of the palace." Pahlavi was still smiling, but he couldn't let Abel see Things are not easy.

This incident was too sudden. Originally, he had an accident in the Federation. His identity was a scandal to insiders of both the Federation and the Republic. Today, he suddenly announced his identity, not to mention the people from the ZTE Republic. There was no wind at all.

"How could it be Marshal Luther?" Abel asked in confusion, did the Marshal come for condolences?

"Your Highness, go and see for yourself, don't you know?" Pahlavi grabbed Abel's hand without saying anything, and abruptly took him off in the direction of the back hall.

Pahlavi has always disliked himself, he knows.But today his attitude is particularly strange.

Along the way, Abel felt that Pahlavi's hand was so strong that he wanted to crush his own bones, but so many eyes were staring at the two of them, and it was difficult for him to break free, so he had to bear the pain and was pulled back hall.

"Here we are. The marshal is inside, go in by yourself." Pahlavi glanced at the closed door and signaled to Abel.

The carved door in front of him was closed tightly, and Abel's heart was in a state of ups and downs, and he was a little more timid than his hometown. The person inside should be someone sent by his father, right?Otherwise, how could he be as big as the First Marshal of the Republic?Is it because of the mother's pleading, or is it because the father values ​​himself?

Thinking of the gentle and quiet man in the image that Lan Lian showed him, that is, his mother, Abel's heart felt as if it was being burned, which was the condensed fire of longing.So, he gently opened the door...

"See His Highness the Sixth Prince!" Several alphas in very military uniforms in the small luxurious hall gave a collective royal salute as soon as they saw someone coming in.

"Uh... please excuse me." Abel, who had no idea what to do, had to imitate the usual Pahlavi's appearance and raised his hand.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Everyone said in unison.

Then Abel and Marshal Luther sat down on the opposite sofa respectively. The difference was that there were several tall and mighty alpha soldiers standing behind the sofa where the man was sitting.The two looked at each other, although the prince's status is noble, but at present he has lost a lot of momentum.

"General Luther, it's been hard work for you and your party." In order to avoid embarrassment, Abel had nothing to say.

The tall and mighty man had been staring at him intently since the boy came in, and now he hurriedly replied: "It's not hard. Your Highness has really worked hard all these years."

The man has the same dark red eyes as himself, but compared to the coldness and loneliness that he often cannot hide with a smile, the man's eyes are more like a ball of fire, and those fire eyes are as sharp and compelling as an eagle , as if it can see into people's hearts, it makes people dare not look directly.

Abel looked away and asked, "Marshal, how is my mother all these years?"

"Your Majesty and Concubine Jing are both very good. Your Highness cares about your relatives. Why don't you go back to China to visit with your Majesty this time?" the man asked back.

The boy shook his head and said seriously: "No. Marshal, I will tell you clearly now. You know, I grew up in the Federation since I was a child, and I already have feelings for the Federation. Except for my mother, all my feelings I poured it all here. So I don’t really want to go back in my heart, please forgive me. As for the future, I will choose a time to take my wife back to visit my mother.”

In fact, when Pahlavi said that he was the number one marshal of the three major countries, he knew what the purpose was. He was nothing more than a lobbyist to persuade himself to go back and inherit that ridiculous right.Therefore, he chose to cut to the chase and speak clearly.

"Hehe." Hearing what the young man said, the man smiled and said, "I knew you would say that, but he didn't believe it when I told His Majesty. If that's the case, I'll go back and visit the two old people more often in the future. What happened back then, what happened There is no need to pursue it in the past... Also, Your Highness has found your beloved omega, right? You smell very strong about omega, and his genes should be good."

"Huh?" Abel was surprised and pleasantly surprised. He agreed so smoothly, and even asked about Frenza.

He blushed and took the opportunity to say: "Ah. Yes... I already have an omega lover, so I want to settle in the Federation, and the Federation royal family has appointed me as a goodwill ambassador between the two countries, I think I will do the same in the Federation able to contribute to the republic."

"Okay. I will convey His Highness's wish on your behalf." As he spoke, the man seemed to extend a friendly hand, but it was a quiet hint.

"Ah! You..." Abel, who was about to go up to shake hands, suddenly felt the sharp pain of the needle prick on the back of his neck. After his eyes widened in amazement, his body softened and he fell into the darkness completely.

The strong and tall man hurriedly caught the boy's limp body, hugged him in his arms, and ordered crisply: "Vito, send a message to Pahlavi, and we will set off for home immediately."

Vito: "Yes."

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With a smile on his face, Pahlavi brought a small plate of golden dishes to Omega and said, "Frenza, I'm trying this. This durian rice is a special dish of the imperial chef."

Frenza pursed her lips and turned her head in confusion, leaving only a profile to the man and said: "I don't like to eat durian. Don't go around in circles, where is Abel? Isn't he the protagonist tonight? Why don't you come?"

Pahlavi, who was slapped in the face, still said in a good voice: "He..."

"Drip! Drip! Drip!" The communication in Pahlavi's hand interrupted him, and he saw that the man seemed to be uneducated and dropped the plate of side dishes, and hurriedly turned on the communication device.

Frenza frowned, and thought to herself that with this man's unmoving temperament, he abandoned court etiquette like this, what happened?

After reading the communication, Pahlavi breathed a sigh of relief when the dust settled, then grabbed Frenza's hand and walked away, saying, "Go, I have a surprise for you!"

After two or three ignorant steps, Frensa was dragged to the center of the rostrum by the man. Crown Prince Pahlavi picked up the microphone and said, "Everyone, I have good news to announce! That is..."

Pahlavi paused, and suddenly the hall fell silent, and people's eyes were all attracted.

"That is, the omega next to me is the crown princess I have chosen! Ten days later, my coronation will be the wedding of Pahlavi and the future mother of the Gulen Federation, Frenza!"