Chapter 67:
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It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!
- TianLuoShui
- 4449 characters
- 2021-03-01 05:43:19
Watching that child was taken away from his eyes and disappeared into the darkness, Major Troll's pupils narrowed.
His eyes became cold for a moment, standing at the door of the abandoned research institute, he stared blankly at the place where the two disappeared, and a terrible breath that could not be said overflowed from him.
He turned and walked back two steps. He stretched out his left hand and tore a metal piece from an instrument.
Major General Troll raised his right hand.
There was still a shallow trace in the palm of his right hand. It was the trace left by holding a sharp weapon to cut the palm a while ago. The wound was already healed, but the trace had not yet disappeared.
The major general stared at the mark, with a wave of his left hand, the thin piece of metal that had just been torn off by him would cut open the wound that had just healed shortly--
It was so deep that almost all the bones could be seen through the flesh.
Troll didn't stop, the thin metal piece worked hard, and a small thing was dug out from the side of the hand bone.
The nano-sized metal particles, the size of rice grains, fell on Troll's left palm, bloody, and his palm was stained with blood. Then, the bone-white nano-metal particles flew up, suspended in the air, and sent out. Glimmer.
"Not stopped?"
The major general stared at the metal particles suspended in the air, and spoke in a cold tone.
"Sorry, Troll."
A thick male voice came from the white metal grain.
"Intercept failed."
The slender Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, and the coldness in the eyes of the major general was even worse.
"Let's all land."
He gave an order.
"Yes."
The next second after Major General Troll commanded, the dozens of battleships hiding around the planet immediately released their stealth function and ended their latency.
A battleship whistled towards the planet, passing through the atmosphere one after the other, flying towards the location of the ruins.
When the major general returned to the ruined city on the ground, the first battleship landed.
The hatch opened, and a man in a black combat suit jumped out. The man was slightly shorter, but taller, with brown hair behind his head.
He couldn't see his face, because most of it was covered by a silver-black metal mask, only the lips under the mask could be seen, the edges and corners were clear, and the face lines were quite rigid.
"Sorry, Troll, let that guy run away."
He walked in front of Major General Troll and spoke. His title was not used in honor.
After all, I have known this for decades, and it has become a habit to shout people. Now it is awkward to add honorary titles, and Troll doesn't seem to care about it.
Anyway, as a lurker in the dark, he would not normally show up in front of Major General Troll, and he would not be heard by others.
"what happened?"
"That guy's ability to drive a battleship is too good. I'm afraid it's not worse than you. We have more than a dozen battleships on our side who couldn't stop him. We also shot down two and finally let him break into the planet.
The masked brown-haired man replied, "Without your order, it's not easy for me to chase into the atmosphere of the planet."
"... search all the teleportation devices in the ruins immediately and analyze the location of the teleportation location."
"understand."
During the conversation between the two, one battleship after another has fallen from the sky and landed in the ruined city.
The doors of one battleship opened, and the men in the same black combat uniforms as the brown-haired men jumped out from the inside and gathered in front of the two.
They belonged to His Majesty Major Troll, but the identity information of all of them belonged to the ‘dead’ list in the intellectual records of the Imperial Army.
They used to be the elite of the Imperial soldiers, but now they are all 'dead'. Now they will only obey one person's orders.
When the brown-haired man conveyed Major General Troll's order, the men moved quickly.
"Troll, you've done too much this time," said the brown-haired man. "I know this is an opportunity to pursue the truth, but you don't have to do it that way."
He said this, and Troll who looked at him still looked faint, and said nothing, but sighed secretly, and stopped saying more.
Since that incident, he has also become taciturn, but when he met Troll, he couldn't help but talk more. So much to say now is to persuade Troll to stop doing such dangerous things.
Although he also knew that his persuasion was basically useless.
Troll is so obsessed with pursuing the truth of the past, and he knows Troll for decades.
...
When I first met Troll, it was not long before he joined the army that he was sent to help deal with the crash of the spacecraft.
Almost all the people on the spacecraft that crashed to the ground were dead. Only a young man was the only survivor. He was assigned to the hospital by his boss. The young man was unidentified and had no possessions, so he naturally emptied his pockets to cover the medical expenses.
The second time he met, he was taken aback.
During the day, I only took the young man who was covered in dust and unconscious to the hospital. I didn't pay attention to what the man looked like. As a result, I was shocked when he saw it now.
This young man looks really good.
He looked at the young nurses and girls who had found all kinds of excuses around the ward unwilling to leave, and couldn't help feeling the world of looking at them.
"I owe you a favor."
The young man with a handsome face sitting in a sick bed looked at him and said.
He smiled and laughed.
"You owe me a favor?" He glanced at the young man's thin and weak body, teasing, "Just like you? Which life can return me?"
He froze the young man's beautiful face, and didn't hold back his mouth.
"Why? Going to find a lady to support you and make money to pay me back?"
... In later life he realized deeply that being a man should not be so cheap.
This was the first time he and the young man had met.
Soon after, the young man was discharged from the hospital and disappeared in front of him. He didn't take it seriously. He thought it was nothing, and soon he would forget it.
But the second meeting soon arrived.
As a good recruit, he was dispatched to the Starfighting Forces, and was surprised to find that the handsome young man became his colleague and was also dispatched as an excellent soldier.
But they belonged to different teams, so he just glanced at it from a distance and didn't talk to the young man at all.
The young man didn't even look at him, as if he didn't remember him at all, and it made him angry for several days.
Later, he couldn't bear it and asked about the person's whereabouts. He heard that the young man had applied to join the advance combat unit and was sent to the front of the battle.
He sighed, sighed, and stopped asking.
Although entering the advance team is the best way to accumulate military achievements, few people are willing to do so. Because the advance troops have the highest casualty rate, almost as high as 70 to 80%. Most of the soldiers who enter this unit are either dead or disabled. Depending on the young man's not strong health, it is estimated that the advance team will not be able to persist for long Will fight to death.
It ’s eager to make quick progress, and to die for promotion.
He sighed in his heart, leaving behind the young man who was no different from the dead in his heart.
Year after year, he was promoted at an uncomfortable but steady pace in the combat force and became a low-ranking officer.
He had thought that his whole life would pass in such a calm way, but the trouble came.
He discovered in an accident that his boss secretly rebelled against the galaxy, and this leak led to their defeat on the battlefield and heavy casualties. Many of his colleagues who had fought with him for several years died here. In battle.
Angrily, he ignored his boss's intimidation and temptation and complained to the prosecutor's office about the matter.
He thought he could lead to this defeat and countless deaths and injuries of his companions by military court rulings, but what he waited for was the arrest of the gendarmerie-the leak of the crime was crowned on him and he was stigmatized as The spy who sneaked into the imperial army was subjected to scorn and abuse by countless people.
He suffered a strange grievance, but he was in jail and there was no way for help.
Then, one day, because of the ‘accident’ explosion, his cell was surrounded by a raging fire, and the monitoring brain ’s ‘accident’ went out of control and could n’t extinguish the fire.
He was locked in his cell, standing in the blazing fire, and watching those standing outside the fire with mad and revengeful eyes.
He lost consciousness in despair and unwillingness.
...
He didn't expect that he would wake up again, and his skin was tingling in the white ward.
He saw the young man standing in front of his bed.
Seven or eight years have passed, and the young man still looks straight and handsome when he first meets, and still looks indifferent and indifferent. Time seems to leave no trace on this person.
The only difference was the imperial uniform on the young man, with the major's badge on his shoulders.
"I owe you once and pay you back."
The young man looked at him and said, then turned away.
He lay down on the hospital bed and stared at the back of the man who was about to leave. Between the flashes of light, he suddenly realized that this man had given him an opportunity-the only opportunity to make him avenge.
At that time, regardless of the tingling sensation of the conical heart caused by the burns throughout his body, he got up from the bed stiffly, kneeling at the young man's feet.
"Revenge me."
At that time, he knelt on the ground and looked at the man with red eyes.
"I'm willing to pay anything."
...
As an imperial soldier, he 'dead' from now on, becoming a shadow hidden in the dark without any identity.
The current medical technology can easily restore his burned skin, but he has not cured the burn on his face, but only covered it with a mask. He wants to keep the burn on his face and stay firmly Remember his hatred.
He died desperately for this man, and he firmly believed that this man was the only one who could help him get revenge.
He did not believe the wrong person.
This young man did what he had promised him. Eight years later, the boss of the secretly rebellious galaxy was found to have accepted a bribe to leak to the rebel galaxy, and then fled the army and fled to the villainous galaxy. Then, the young man who had been promoted to colonel followed the imperial emperor's order and went to the galaxy for rebellion. His former boss was defeated in the war and died, and the rebellious galaxy surrendered.
Because of this military achievement, the young man was promoted to Brigadier General.
In this way, he has been around this person for decades.
He never regretted his decision.
Even to death, he can only be a shadow hiding in the dark.
He has been with Troll for decades. Although Troll is a very mysterious person with a lot of mysteries, he also has some knowledge of Troll.
This person looks cold and indifferent, and is indifferent to everything, as if it is completely cold without human emotions, but this person has a deeper mind than anything else.
He didn't know what the obsession was, and Troll never told anyone, including him.
But even just looking at him from the side, you can see that Troll's obsession is deep and terrible. Everything that this man has done so far, the rapid promotion of his rank, The rapid expansion and expansion of the forces are all in pursuit of that obsession—the dark hand that seeks out the truth of the past.
But the black hand hidden behind the scenes was too big and too deep, it was hidden in a place where no one could see, and controlled everything with invisible hands. Even if Troll has become a hegemon of a party, as the youngest major general, sitting on a galaxy, he can only detect a little clue.
This is why Troll has to be in danger even if he knows he may have his life.
As long as there is a little connection with that shady, Troll will pursue it regardless of the shame, even if it is to save his life.
... In fact, he always felt that, whether before or now, Troll had never cared about his life.
He didn't want Troll to continue like this.
At the beginning, Troll rescued him in despair. Now, he has been thinking, if anyone can pull Troll out of such darkness and obsession.
At least, let Troll care about his life.
The brown-haired man was silent and asked suddenly.
"... that kid was taken away?"
"........."
It was an accident that Mute followed, and Troll himself was in danger, but he did not plan to put Mute in danger.
Those people were targeting him at that time, and Mute would stay with the queen as long as he was unconscious like everyone else. However, Major General Troll did not realize that Mute was not fainted, but was taken by those people to the spaceship because he wanted to save him.
"I don't know what the" truth "you have been pursuing, but ..."
The brown-haired man raised his hand and touched the cold metal mask on his face with his fingertips.
"Actually, I am not qualified to say you, but I still want to ask you ... if I hadn't said these nonsense before, but now ... I want to ask, for you now."
He says,
"What do you want most now, are you looking for the truth of the past, or the future with that child?"
Major Troll looked up, and he stood on the ground, looking at the man who asked the question.
Over the ruins, the howling wind blew his black hair high.
The violent wind raged through the huge canopy, shaking the rustling sound of the dense foliage.
The ground was very quiet, only the sound of the branches shaking.
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When Mute woke up, he found himself in a strange room. This room seems to have been built a long time ago, and now it looks a bit run down, but it is still very clean and there is almost no dust.
And he was lying on a metal bench extending from the wall at the moment, because he wore very little and thin, and the cold metal touch penetrated through the bare skin, making him feel a little cold.
He got up and rubbed his heavy head, only to remember what happened before he passed out.
At that time, he was covered by his mouth and nose. The strength of his hand was so great that he couldn't break it off. The covered nose and mouth made it difficult for him to breathe. In addition, he passed through the teleportation device one after another. The strong discomfort made him lose consciousness.
It seems that the one who caught him brought him here.
Mute held up his hand and sat up on the icy bench. He looked around and found that the room was strange, six diamonds, with a door on each wall.
This look is a bit like a hive ...
He was still thinking in confusion, a door was pushed open and someone came in.
At the sight of the person, Mute tightened his body subconsciously, showing a tense look.
The man glanced at him and came over to stand in front of him.
"When?"
"……what?"
The boy was sitting on a metal bench with his back against the wall and looking up at the man standing in front of him with a blank expression.
The young man had exactly the same appearance as Major General Troll, and they resembled the fingerprints of their fingers.
"When did you realize that I'm not that person?"
The dark blue pupil looked down at Mute, and the drooping eyelashes dropped a deep shadow under Tran's eyes.
"From the beginning?"
"........."
The boy avoided his gaze, lowered his head, and sat against the corner of the wall, mute.
He looked down at the child for a long time, then slowly leaned down.
He lowered his head, his lips close to each other's ears.
"... when I let you kill someone?"
The boy still bowed his head and remained silent, but his head seemed to move uncomfortably.
Tran knew he was right.
He remembered that time when he clenched the child's hand and took the dagger in his hand, which penetrated the throat of the man lying on the ground fiercely, and the blood sprayed out stained him and the child's fingers.
At that time, the child stared at him with wide eyes, with an incredible look.
Then he stretched out his hand and was waved away by the child.
At that time, the teenager who waved his hand looked at his eyes with a look called fear, but he thought that the child's fear was only caused by seeing him kill--
Tran lowered his head and looked at the people under him.
The boy kept his head down, avoiding his eyes, and narrowed in the corner. Looking from his eyes, he could see the child's fluttering eyelashes, and the nervous mood of the child at the moment.
The chest seemed to be blocked for a moment.
He couldn't tell what it felt like. He always felt that the thing in his chest was the same as the other internal organs, but he was just a member of the internal organs. It was useless except to maintain his vitality.
But at this moment, apparently without any foreign object harm, he clearly felt that the organ inside his chest tightened for a moment, as if choking.
He didn't understand what it was.
The only thing he knew was that he didn't like the feeling.
Too uncomfortable, like suffocation.
"... Are you afraid of me?"
He said, leaning down and lowering his head.
He closed his eyes, and the tip of his nose was buried in the child's soft black hair, which penetrated warmly, but could not penetrate into his skin.
"What do you think I'll do to you?" He buried half of his face in the soft hair. His voice was very light and a little stuffy. "Pierce your throat like the last person?"
He said, slowly opening his eyes, the dark blue hue was like the lacquer black that stained the hair underneath, and it turned into a precipitated dark color, but his outstretched hand held the teenager's throat extremely accurately.
The knuckle fingers lightly rubbed around the child's slender neck, clasping suddenly.
"Answer me, why?"
Tran's voice was very light, because it was in Mute's ear, and it became more and more gentle and whispering in his lover's ear.
But his fingers added gravity a little bit, and his fingertips sunk deeply on the boy's neck.
He heard that the child's breathing was quickening a little bit, and the strength of his fingers tightening a little bit, the speed was very slow, but it was clear, letting people see the death in black. Come slowly to yourself.
The diamond-shaped room was horribly quiet for a while, and could only hear a slight rapid breathing.
A little later, Mute, whose cheeks were slightly red, raised her hands and held the hand that fastened her throat.
He covered his hands and groped for a while, then fumbled along Tran's fingers, and pushed each other's fingers away from his neck one by one.
In fact, he couldn't open Tran's fingers with his strength at all, but the white fingers that gripped his throat were released as soon as his hand was forced.
It was not so much that Mutter broke it, but Tran himself had loosened it.
Mute held Tran's right hand in both hands and pushed away from him.
His eyes fell on the palm of the hand, the white skin, the knuckled fingers, and the right thin cocoons, which made the hand look very beautiful.
The major general's hands have always been beautiful, he knows.
At that time, when the man grabbed his hand and stabbed it, the hot blood splattered on his hand, he suddenly remembered—
He remembered that day he was lying on the ground, staring wide open at the tip of the knife that had pierced his eyebrows, leaving his eyes a little bit, he opened his eyes and watched the blood from the hand that clenched the knife firmly The bright red liquid fell on his face drop by drop, scorching and hot.
He always felt wrong, but he couldn't say exactly what was wrong.
This error may be due to the major general's amnesia, or due to the major's personality change, or because he is too disturbed on this planet.
It just felt wrong, but couldn't find out what was wrong, so he could only silently keep this feeling in his heart.
Until the moment when his brain seemed to be broken between electric light flint--
At this moment, he looked at the hand in front of him.
At that palm, the handprints are clearly visible.
Except for hand prints, there is no other.
There was no pale pink trace that seemed to split the entire palm.
Mute raised his eyes. He looked at those dark blue eyes. The familiar luster was like a gem immersed in the deep sea. For five or six days on this planet, all the time, as long as he looked up and turned his eyes, He would see those eyes looking at himself.
He could see the softness of this man's eyes as he looked at himself.
This person's eyes were blank when looking at other directions, like looking at the void, like nothing, but when he looked at him, he would bring light and see through the deepest darkness. A glimmer of light.
But now, when he looked at him, his eyes were gone, as if he had sunk into the deepest invisible ocean floor.
The pupil was shrouded in shadow, reflecting his face, leaving only darkness.
"He will catch up soon ..."
Tran whispered that he remembered the dozen or so warships that suddenly appeared around the planet when he drove the spacecraft back to the planet.
The man was not imprisoned by him, but just bait himself.
The planet has long been laid by the man.
"I lost."
Tran said, maybe because he got the answer from Mute's eyes, or maybe he didn't think everything mattered, and he didn't follow up.
This time, he lost to that person again.
If he didn't feel much when he lost for the first time, then this time, for the first time, he realized the unwilling taste that was only mentioned from other populations.
"I lost."
He repeated this sentence again, he looked at the boy in front of him like a pupil drowned in the darkest sea bottom.
He said, "And he ..."
Tran said two words and then stopped, looking at Mute as if he hadn't made a final decision.
He did not shake off Mute's two hands and let Mute continue to hold his hand.
Suddenly, the light of the diamond-shaped metal room suddenly darkened, and its function began to become unstable after a long period of abandonment.
After tens of seconds, the light returned to its original brightness again, and a beam of light shone obliquely, and fell on the bench by the wall.
The teenager was still turning his head to look around, a little flustered on his face.
Instinctual and unconscious, Mute clenched what she was holding.
The sudden clenching force of Dotland felt it, and he looked at Mute with deep eyes, feeling the tight touch of Mute's fingers in his hand.
He dropped his eyes, his eyes falling on the boy's lips.
He saw a little red blood on the pale pink lips, and he guessed who had left the bloodstains. The slender eyelashes dangled, and a shadow fell in his eyes, and his fingers slowly bent, holding the hand that was holding him.
He leaned down, stretched out his hand, and rubbed his thumb's abdomen slowly and vigorously through the corner of that lip, wiping the bright red blood stains from the corner of the boy's mouth.
Mute looked up at him, his expression was a little dazed, and he seemed a little confused as to why he had to do such a thing suddenly.
He saw the black hair lingering softly on the child's still-cheeked cheek, one of which fell on the tip of his nose, and with breathing, the strand of hair was blown up and fell to the other side .
"I can give up."
Tran said that the dark hair tips had cast deep shadows in the man's eye sockets, all of which were gloomy tones, but he looked down at the young man's eyes but was extremely soft, and his fingers seemed to caress with infinite affection Over the burst of juvenile.
"……Hey?"
"Troll, I can give up, but you have to go with me," he said. "As long as you promise, I will give up the fight against him."
It doesn't matter if you give up fighting with that person for the name of 'Troll', even if you never become a shadow that cannot see the light.
He never cared about what he wanted, and the only thing he wanted was the child in front of him.
he thinks.
To protect that person, the child will not refuse his request.
"........."
Mute looked at him with a strange expression on his face.
Strange to the point where he couldn't understand.
It stands to reason that he proposed this exchange condition, and whether the child's face showed a tangled or sad expression, he could understand it.
However, after listening to his words, the child's face appeared with a strange and puzzling look.
"So, what does it have to do with me?"
"........."
"I don't know what is the relationship between you and the major general ... But whether you want to be hostile or reconciled with him, is that a matter between you?"
The boy looked at him inexplicably.
"What does it have to do with me? Why should I be involved? It's up to me to decide? You make the decision yourself!"
I don't know if there is something wrong with his thinking, or if the child's thinking and he are not on the same channel at all, Tran feels that the conversation between the two of them has run away.
"... You can protect him by following me."
"Oh, quit."
The boy answered with a clear, huh-huh.
"You go and fight him."
After secretly offering sacrifices to the male lead, no regrets and no regrets, and then being misunderstood by the male lead, all kinds of physical abuse and heart abuse are all things that the female lead should do.