Chapter 1284: ?Girl with the surname Quill

"Well, in the next few days you will stay on Earth to cultivate. With your current physical condition, it is too painful to experience the spacecraft jump." Su Ming pinched out the cigarette butt, stood up and patted his pants: "There is no magic You go back, Spartan is too far away and the price is too great, and the Rainbow Bridge will not pass through there..."
The sound of insects at night came from the mountains and forests not far away, and it sounded a bit of coolness, and it seemed very desolate.
"Does that give me a taste of the life of ordinary earthlings? I mean, get in touch with some ordinary people and understand how earthlings who are not as powerful as you live."
Jason thought for a while and made a request for reception.
"This is easy." Su Ming took out several hundred dollars in cash from his pocket and put it in Jason's arms: "This is the currency of the country where you are currently. You just have to lie here and wait for the fun. The Americans can save you. Did you bring weapons?"
Jason looked at his belt: "I have both the gun and the sword, but my hand..."
"That's fine. I wish you a pleasant recuperation process on the earth. I will tell your home about healing and trade. Bye bye." Su Ming smirked, the mask flowing around his face. , Whizzed off and left.
Strangling noticed that someone was coming, and the slight vibration of the road indicated that there was a car, the air smelled of perfume, and it was a woman who came.
With this face, Jason wouldn't die in the hands of a woman, and Su Ming left with peace of mind.
"Hey! Is the law and order of the earth so good? But what do you mean by asking me if I bring weapons?! Don't leave me alone! Hey!"
Jason could only scream in place, but the death knell was as simple as when it came, and disappeared without a trace.
Maybe it was his yelling that attracted other people, but after a while, a tractor drove over from the mountain road, driving it was a typical Southern American girl, speak quickly Language, the kind that is straightforward.
She was still wearing a nightdress and a black vest on her upper body, just riding a tractor.
She woke up from a dream when she went to bed at night, because she felt a tremor, maybe it was a meteorite. Looking at the traces left in the sky, she seemed to have fallen into her own field, and she hurried over from the small town below the mountain.
She has heard from experts on TV that a meteorite crash will bring a lot of heat, and even cause serious fires near the crash point. She is here to rescue her own crops.
But when she jumped off the tractor with a fire extinguisher and came to the field, she didn't see the fire, only a broken plane and a person lying on the edge of the ridge.
"Oh my God! Please don't die! Are you the Air Force? I have never seen such an aircraft."
The style of the quadcopter is completely different from that of the Earth's aircraft, and there are no US Air Force wings and stars on the wing, which is a sun emblem like a spike ball.
She ran to rescue Jason, but didn't find that Jayne was severed. She was still pulling his arm constantly, trying to help him up.
"Well!"
The king of Sparta was speechless with pain.
The woman saw him staring at herself fiercely, and quickly stated her identity: "I, American, pure American."
"belch."
It's a pity that Jason passed out in pain and couldn't answer her.
Before he fell into a coma, he was still thinking, is it a mistake to ask for an experience of ordinary human life? This life is too painful, right?
The woman found him in a coma, and she was relieved immediately. She looked at the scrapped plane and the damaged field, and saw a stack of dollars on Jason's chest.
She picked up the money, stuffed it into her hood, and dragged Jason onto the tractor.
‘It seems that he is an American. This plane is a secret government project. The money should be compensation for me, right? The speechless and unconscious may have hit his head during an emergency landing, which must be the case. ’
Like Scarlett, the protagonist of "Gone with the Wind", the southern girl is full of enthusiasm, but she also has the ability to replenish her brain. She has already supplemented all the ins and outs in her head.
So she used her car to take the injured soldier home.
I don’t know if it’s a secret test flight by the Air Force, so I don’t call the police. Anyway, I got the compensation, which is 500 dollars, which is more than the crop loss caused by the plane crash. It also saves the transportation cost of selling food.
As long as there is no fire and no fuel leakage, everything is easy to say, the land is not damaged, and a wave of other crops can be replanted.
So the little tractor spit out black smoke, and suddenly carried the King of Sparta down the mountain.
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When Jason woke up again, he found himself lying on a large clean bed with all his limbs splinted. It seemed that this was the cure for the earth.
Warm orange lights are spreading on the mattress, and the small radio on the bedside table is playing the radio's late-night music program. The song at this time is the nostalgic old song of the ‘Blue Swedes’ band, Pinewood Rally.
Jason doesn't know this song, but as a Spartan, he has a very good artistic accomplishment. This cheerful song makes him feel a lot better.
The girl who took him home was sitting on the bedside at this time, playing with Jason's luxurious saber and his elemental pistol that resembled the word ‘work’.
"Are you awake? I don't know that the Air Force is now beginning to give the pilots a sword again, returning to the traditions of World War I?" She put down the knife and gun, a little embarrassed, and sat down by the bed: "So I was curious, so I took it. Get up and take a look. Do you need me to contact any leader or headquarters?"
"I......"
Jason wanted to say something, but she was interrupted again. She held up a finger and showed a look of sudden realization.
"Needless to say, I know all about confidential projects. I don't contact anyone and wait for others to contact you, right? That's the way to keep it confidential."
After she finished speaking, she smiled and showed a look waiting for praise, and arched her waist proudly.
"???"
Jason couldn't figure out what the people of the earth were thinking about, but this was good, so he didn't have to make up nonsense, so he closed his eyes and blew, nodded, be regarded as acquiescence.
"Your current location is Colorado, an ordinary American town under the Rocky Mountains. This is my home. My name is Meredith Quill. How about you? Pilot."
She looked at his face. Although it was a bit strange to have a beard when he was young, there was no doubt that he was strong and handsome, and even when he was in a coma, he had a noble breath, which made her very interested.
"Jason Spartacus, I am... uh, yes, pilot."
Jason almost said the title of "Spartan King", but thought that he wanted to experience the life of ordinary humans, so he swallowed the half.
"Spartacus? What a strange surname, do you have Greek descent? Was the king of Sparta in your ancestors?"
Meredith's mouth didn't stop at all. While she was busy bringing Jason dinner, water and painkillers, she kept asking various questions.
Jason, who heard the word King of Sparta, felt nervous and thought that he had been exposed, but he suddenly remembered that no one on earth knew about the existence of Sparta except the death knell, and this woman was very ordinary except for being beautiful. Any combat power, so she should be talking about the ancient country on the earth with the same name.
"It's possible, probably." Jason smiled with him.
"Come on, I will feed you a meal, and then take the medicine and take a good rest, so that you can heal quickly.
The girl picked up the plate with a smile. Wilson's new product microwave oven is really easy to use, and it heats up leftovers very quickly.
"I hope so." Jason wanted to move his arms, but he couldn't move at all: "If I get better, maybe I can try to repair the fighter."
"Do you still repair fighters? Great! Tell me about the air combat? Did you go to bomb Iraq?"
Meredith looks curious, she is not very interested in war, but as an American girl, she knows that if you want to talk about things that men are interested in, he will be interested in you.
Sometimes there is a thin line between romance and reality. After all, if she can be with a pilot who is obviously a classified project, she won't have to farm anymore, right?
Meredith's parents died, leaving her a barren farm. She knew how cruel reality was.
She is young and beautiful now, but what about the future? Marry other farmers in the town who have no vision at all? Then let his children continue to farm, repeating their own life of slicing in the ground?
And now the opportunity to change destiny is in sight. At least US military pilots are warrant officers to start, and the highest active pilot can reach the rank of colonel. The treatment of military family members is very good...
But how does Jason know about Iraq? He is an alien!
He was a little confused and couldn't tell, and all this made the girl more and more suspicious of his identity.
As each question was raised, her movements became slower and slower, so that in the end, Jason opened her mouth dryly, but the feeding spoon stopped in the air.
"You are not American, are you?"
She tilted her head and her attitude cooled down a lot, but in Jason's view, this was the normal attitude towards strangers, and he felt much better.
"Yes, I am indeed not an American. I am sorry that I lied to you before."
"Then where are you from? The Soviet Union? Germany? What made your fighter plane?" Meredith began to consider whether to call the police. It is one thing to treat pilots in his own country, but to treat foreigners. Another matter.
If she is approached by a secret agency that does not exist at all, those agents in black suits may pull her skin off to check if she is a foreign spy after disguising.
"In the words of your Earth, I am an alien. Yes, although we look exactly the same, I am an alien."
Jason stopped pretending, he had a showdown, because he couldn't move at all now, and he was really bad at lying.
Meredith's expression was embarrassed, and then he thought about it carefully, and stretched his brows, the plane is so advanced, maybe it's really an alien, and he will get hurt and bleed, so there should be no threat.
He is also very handsome, not as good as... bet.
"No one found you? I mean you were not beaten down by the United States?" She rubbed her hair and a ponytail.
"Earth technology is not enough to discover my fighters, the people who can find me...don't care about me." Jason replied bitterly.
She lifted Erlang’s legs, took out a cigarette spot from nowhere, took out the pungent energy of the southern girl, and spit out a smoke ring: "Fur... alien, I believe it, on TV I saw someone said here, are you rich?"
The King of Sparta squirmed on the bed and rubbed it against the head of the bed: "Money? You mean the currency of the earth? Not much. If you didn't take it away, it would fall in the field."
"I took it as compensation for my crops." The girl had nothing to admit, she did take away the money: "Then you aliens have no money, how do you live in your hometown?"
"In my hometown, I am the king of Spartacus. I never put money in my pocket. I am not interested in money."
Jason wanted to scratch his head. He didn't know why she asked money, which is worthless paper. Because the death knell obviously didn't like this kind of thing, she just threw a pile of it to herself~EbookFREE.me~ and in the universe. There are many valuable things in it, such as manpower, energy, and soul.
The only item is not printed paper, banknotes? Even for writing, it looks too fancy.
The currency circulating in Sparta is precious metal. A metal brand about the size of Pai Gow, the metal itself is valuable, and that can be called money.
But when he came back to his senses, he found that Meredith, who was still smoking a cigarette and looking social, was gone, replaced by the enthusiastic southern girl who touched Jason’s lips with a spoon. , Said softly:
"Ah~~~ Open your mouth and eat well. When you are done, I will help you repair the plane. I am very capable and smart."
Jason shook his head. It seemed that he had hallucinations before, but was he hit by the crash as expected? Why do you think this ordinary human being will transform into the same skill?
Let's go to bed after eating, now I am really dizzy.
"what."