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Chapter 41: I Love You, Major
🕑 Added 2024-05-22 15:51:58 +0000 UTCWhen leaving the Anomaly Creature Containment Facility, Mike was still a bit reluctant, because he wanted to know what kinds of species were imprisoned in the so-called Anomaly Creature Containment Facility.
Perhaps the Dark Matter in the palm of his hand could still evolve.
But unfortunately, there was no suitable opportunity, so he could only give up.
Compared to the evolution of the Dark Matter, his safety was more important. If he acted rashly and was discovered, he might be directly stripped of his citizenship.
It's better to be patient and stabilize his development.
Especially now that he had just performed a meritorious deed and had a beautiful female officer accompanying him.
He should just enjoy the moment.
However, ten minutes later, he regretted it.
"Fuck."
Even with Mike's patience, he couldn't help but take a sharp breath as he lay shirtless on the hospital bed, all the stitched wounds had burst open.
"Major, can you remove the stitches?"
"Of course, we on the frontlines know how to treat wounds."
"Why do I feel a bit different from other medics?"
"The stitching technique passed down in the Duke family emphasizes speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. As long as the stitches are removed quickly, the wound won't have time to react, and the pain will only last a moment, just bear with it."
"Maybe you should still get a medic to do it?"
"Why?"
"I'm afraid I'll stiffen up."
"Shut up!"
Lisa stuffed a roll of bandage into his mouth, raised her bloodied hand, and continued to violently remove the stitches, then picked up a bottle of viscous green liquid and poured it directly into the wound. "This is a healing potion extracted from various anomalies, one thousand merit points per bottle. But you don't have to worry, it won't be deducted from your merit record. Your beautiful lady bought it for you, aren't you touched?"
She had read the ancient texts from five hundred years ago.
The ancient texts said that when dealing with subordinates, one should show respect and humility.
One should lower one's status and show as much amiability as possible.
This would make the subordinates completely devoted to you.
Lisa's appearance and figure were impeccable, it was just that she was a bit fierce.
Of course, she knew that herself.
So she tried her best to be a little softer.
Although she still seemed quite fierce.
Mike took a deep breath, feeling the wounds rapidly healing, and let out a long sigh of relief.
Of course, he didn't dare to move.
He forced himself to sit up and smiled, "Thank you, Major Sis."
The beautiful female officer personally removed his stitches, a truly agonizing process, the only enjoyment being her soft and tender fingers, despite being a soldier, her skin was so delicate.
It seemed that he had already embarked on the path of evolution.
"I think you're a talented person, so I don't want you to waste away. You must know that the most important thing on the front is to avoid getting injured as much as possible. It's the same as with football players from five hundred years ago, once your injuries and illnesses accumulate, others will surpass you."
Lisa glanced at him sideways, her shimmering white eyes alluring yet wild, "Once your cultivation progress or accumulated merits fall behind, it will be very difficult to catch up with others."
Mike was indeed touched when he heard this.
The female officer in front of him was indeed different from most people.
There was no sense of opportunism about her.
"Secretary Xia has already put you in the recruit optimization sequence, you'll soon be able to test your innate attribute and master the power of innate attribute," Lisa instructed earnestly.
"Uh, about that."
Mike quietly raised his right hand.
"What's wrong?"
Lisa tilted her head, and her chestnut-colored short hair cascaded down.
"Captain Williams has already helped me condense the nascent form of my innate attribute today." Mike lied through his teeth, and then snapped his fingers, causing a dazzling electric spark to ignite at his fingertips.
In the night, the electric light was so shimmering, illuminating the female officer's charming yet fierce countenance, especially those astonished, serene eyes, as if reflecting the stars.
Heavenly Phenomenon, Thunder.
It took Lisa a long time to regain her composure, her gaze shifting from astonishment to something strange. She silently lowered her head to examine the young man on the bed, then picked up a wet wipe and wiped her hands.
Mike saw her bloody hands reach out to him and felt a little uneasy.
"Don't move."
Lisa stroked his head and then pinched his cheek.
Finally, she reached out her hand and cautiously poked his chest.
"Hmm, he's alive."
She muttered suspiciously, "This place has Heavenly Phenomenon cultivators? Why didn't Divine Intelligence calculate your existence and send a team to rescue your cocoon? Such a good seedling, if you died in the Afterlife Realm, wouldn't that be such a waste?"
Mike was stunned, he vaguely guessed the reason.
It was most likely because his file had been tampered with.
After all, the cancer incident had never been recorded.
Other aspects might have also been concealed.
"How interesting, truly interesting."
Lisa's crimson lips curled up, and her gaze towards him grew heated.
A celestial specialist had appeared in the city guard legion.
What a concept!
It's like rescuing an intact GPU from a goblin's lair - utterly absurd.
"Since you have already condensed your Karma, I will adjust your resource allocation and provide you with more Karma chips. Oh right, I remember that eight years ago, Avalon City also had a lightning-attribute super genius. Her Praxis is still stored in the resource library."
Lisa raised a slender finger and lightly tapped her crimson lips.
At this moment, the fierceness in Mike's eyes towards this female officer had vanished.
Instead, she seemed extremely cute.
No, too cute.
Her short chestnut brown curls, her bewitching and fierce countenance, her shimmering eyes, her glossy crimson lips.
She was as beautiful as the memory crystal in his mind.
"But I won't publicly disclose the fact that you have condensed Karma. Be careful when using it yourself. An ancient Eastern saying - when the wood is proud in the forest, the wind is sure to break it. A celestial lightning specialist standing out so conspicuously here would be unwise."
Lisa suddenly said, "Oh, right, there's one more thing!"
Mike was startled by her suddenly raised voice.
"You must remember that you are my person, not Williams'!"
As Lisa said this, her beauty was mingled with domination. "This is also for your good. After the recent operation is over, you are to stay by my side obediently. It's best if you stay as far away from Williams as possible. I can't conveniently tell you the specifics, but I can say that Williams was once an acolyte who tried to crown himself the Sacred Sovereign. There are only seven such acolytes in the entire Federation."
"That is to say, he was once one of the seven strongest young people in the Federation, be it in terms of strategy, temperament, methods, or strength - he was impeccable. What makes him so terrifying is that in the process of pursuing that title, he was willing to sacrifice anyone around him."
She emphasized, "His family, his comrades, his teachers - everyone who accompanied him on the journey died, and he survived by stepping on the corpses of the dead, growing ever stronger. He was once the closest person to the position of Sacred Sovereign, and if not for that terrible disaster, he wouldn't have fallen to this state. Some say he has returned this time to re-enter Holy Mountain. As long as he obtains the secrets within Holy Mountain, he can regain his former peak."
Mike's heart began to race.
"If you continue to stay by his side, he will eventually sacrifice you as well."
Lisa patted his shoulder, "I've said a bit too much. Take care of yourself."
Mike fell into contemplation, the image of the white-haired man surfacing in his mind. To such a person, the people of the underground district were essentially no different from ants.
However, could a person who was willing to respect even ants truly be so terrifying?
At that moment, Lisa's satellite phone rang.
"What is it?"
Her tone became domineering again.
"The comparison results are out? Good, in that case, it proves that the abnormal ghost tide appearing on the front lines is indeed related to the activities of the Necro Cult within the city."
Her beautiful eyes lit up, her voice carrying a hint of ruthlessness, "Understood, I will immediately mobilize a team to break through the Holy Light Barrier and capture a second-stage abnormal ghost sample, ensuring the completion of the mission!"
Hearing "second-stage abnormal ghosts", Mike directly sat up, wide-eyed and full of excitement.
"Little one, your sister has to go on a mission now. The information you brought today was of great importance, and I represent the entire military in thanking you for your outstanding contribution. I won't be staying here with you anymore, as the higher-ups have ordered us to immediately go to the front lines to capture a sample of the second-stage abnormal ghosts for research."
Lisa turned and left, "Bye, rest well!"
Today's battle had just the right amount of pent-up frustration for her.
Now she finally had the chance to vent.
Mike watched her retreating figure as if the second-stage abnormal ghosts were moving away from him.
"Wait!"
He immediately jumped off the bed, "Sister, can you take me with you?"
Lisa paused, shaking her head, "Although you have the strength to join the team, considering your injuries, it's best if you just rest here."
This was a promising young man, and she didn't want to see him broken just like that.
"No, you can't do this to me! To be honest, the battlefield is the place I long for the most. In my world, there are no such words as 'retreat'. The weak hesitate, but the strong only move forward. If I don't go to the front lines, how can I accumulate merits? And without merits, how can I grow stronger?"
Mike pointed out the window, speaking righteously, "Those abnormal ghosts are slaughtering our comrades, trying to destroy our homes, and wanting to massacre our loved ones! When I see them, the hot blood in my heart will be awakened, and my mind will only have three thoughts!"
Lisa raised an eyebrow, "What three thoughts?"
Mike said solemnly, "Charge, kill, and annihilate!"
Lisa's beautiful eyes gleamed. So he was a kindred spirit.
With his Divine Frenzy Syndrome and celestial lightning Karma, it would be strange if he weren't a reckless type.
At this moment, her gaze towards the young man grew increasingly appreciative.
That look... as if looking at her own family.
"Alright, I'll make an exception and allow you to join the team."
"I love you, Major."
"Huh?"
On the metal barricade of the night, Archbishop Lionel looked at the already scrapped Demolition Cannon, his face looking as gloomy as if he had eaten a fly, and roared, "What is this all about? Weren't we committed to producing artillery that every soldier could use? Why does it explode the moment life energy is infused? It's because the Alchemy Matrix doesn't match!"
This stooped, short old man, was jumping up and down in agitation.
The mechanics could only lower their heads and take the scolding.
After ranting for a full ten minutes, Archbishop Lionel took a deep breath.
"Okay, this is my problem. I failed to create an Alchemy Matrix with universal adaptability, which led to the sacrifice of our poor gunners. I'm a waste."
Archbishop Lionel sighed deeply, "How are the gunners?"
"They didn't die, but they've all been psychologically scarred."
"War trauma syndrome?"
"Even more severe, they get terrified and wet their pants just seeing us."
"How are we going to solve this? We won't be able to find operators in the future."
"Not just that, our budget is going to be reduced!"
"Damn it, we're contributing to the human world!"
"Explosions are art! They know nothing!"
The mechanics were indignant.
At that moment, a voice sounded from the ruins of the metal barricade.
Everyone looked towards the source and found an intact Demolition Cannon.
They had thought the thing was completely ruined.
And under the Demolition Cannon, there was a person.
The person was covered in dust, crouching among the rubble, shivering.
"I don't want to play anymore, I want to go home, I want to find my mom..."
When Lionel the Archbishop saw this person, he was taken aback.
He rushed over and looked at the intact Demolition Cannon.
As an old mechanic, he could tell the condition of the weapon at a glance.
"The Alchemy Matrix is undamaged?"
He turned to look at the dirty, disheveled guy, "How did you do this?"
Eric didn't answer, just kept wailing.
"Child, how come you weren't blown up?"
Lionel the Archbishop asked excitedly.
"Shouldn't I have been blown up? Are you even human?"
Eric roared, spraying spit.
Lionel the Archbishop was unfazed, "The reason these Demolition Cannons explode is that the Alchemy Matrix doesn't have universal adaptability and can't accommodate the life energy properties of those gunners. What's your property?"
"What do you care what my property is? It's none of your business, damn it!"
Eric, who had been forgotten on the city wall for four hours and had his sore spots poked, finally broke through and roared, "What if I don't have a property? Go ahead and blow me up if you can!"
At this moment, the mechanics were all stunned.
Lionel the Archbishop was also stunned.
"How could we blow you up?"
After a while, he gently cupped the young man's dirty face, like a weasel catching a chicken, and said warmly, "Look at me, I'm your teacher, my good student!"
Eric, "..."
