The whole empire is bringing us together

There are many special precision laboratories in the college that block external signals, which has greatly hindered the investigation of the two. They need to analyze the type and strength of the shielding to determine whether it may be initiated by Hanselton.Half an hour later, Hyperion was the first to find the most suspicious place - the QIA teaching building located in the back hill, a classroom that had been abandoned since last year.

"Let's go there and have a look first." Hyperion said, and the two immediately packed up their things and rushed over. Even though Quint was extremely calm, Hyperion could still see him from his fingers constantly rubbing the seam of his trousers. The tension and impatience come.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine." He raised his hand to rub the top of Kunt's hair, but when he raised his hand halfway, he suddenly realized that it seemed too intimate, so he patted Quint's shoulder midway.

Hyperion tried hard to restrain his urge to knead. In that absurd dream, he had imprinted thin kisses and bite marks on Quint's round shoulders, leaving some bright red marks.

"En." Quint responded softly, and the terminal on his wrist issued a reminder to remind him that it was time to go to class. He turned off the reminder and entered the QIA building with Hyperion.

Take the elevator all the way to the top floor, in the corridor Hyperion can faintly smell the smell of Hansenton pheromone, in addition to the scent of iris, which is the breath of Omega.

"I smell Connor's pheromone." Quint whispered, he strode up to Hyperion, and followed the smell to find the classroom.The electromagnetic seal on the classroom door was broken, and the double doors were closed tightly.

Hyperion had a vague premonition in his heart—what on earth was Hanselton thinking!Does he really want to go to jail?

Kunt stretched out his hand and was about to push the door, Hyperion hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute!"

But he was still one step too late. The moment the door was pushed open, Alpha pheromone rushed out of the classroom, full of strong lust.

Quint snorted, the smell of unbound Alpha would affect all Omega indiscriminately, not to mention Hansenton's strong aphrodisiac smell during sex.Quint felt that the blood in his body stagnated for a moment, and then rushed madly in his veins, scorching every cell in his body with an astonishing temperature.

Quint had never done any pheromone resistance training. He staggered a few steps while holding onto the door frame, and his legs became so soft that they didn't look like his own in the space of a breath.The moment he pushed the door open, Hyperion immediately stepped forward, grabbed his arm, caught the Omega who was about to collapse to the ground, and hugged him in his arms.

In his heart, he scolded Hanselton severely, and Hyperion pressed a few times on the barrier armband through his uniform. The effectiveness of the armband was greatly reduced, and the peaceful pheromone he deliberately suppressed It was able to radiate out, quickly surrounded Quint in his arms, and separated him from Hanselton's pheromone.

Then Hyperion put one arm around Quint's waist and picked him up. Quint's head was buried in the crest of his neck. Hyperion could clearly hear his rapid breathing and a few very slight whimpers. Xi's voice made his pheromone level fluctuate all of a sudden.

Hyperion cursed secretly, took out the inhibitor from the closed loop and gave himself a needle.

Running all the way to the stairwell with the faintest smell, Hyperion put Quint on the steps, took off his coat that was stained with Hanselton's smell, and sprayed some blocker around it.

Now that the scent of other Alphas on Quint's body finally disappeared, Hyperion felt a strange sense of satisfaction, as if protecting some treasure that should not be touched by others.

He knelt down, carefully touched Quint's hand that was tightly clutching the hem of his shirt, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Quint didn't open his eyes, he leaned his head against the wall, his eyelashes fluttered with his breathing, his teeth were clenched tightly, as if he was enduring something, fine sweat oozes from his forehead, carrying the aroma of lime.Hyperion couldn't help sniffing it vigorously. He had smelled this smell the night he asked Quint to help repair Leviathan. At this time, it was exuding a seductive smell, conveying a longing message.

"Do you want me to give you an injection?" He asked softly, the body that had just been injected with inhibitors seemed to be restless again.

Quentin nodded, and Hyperion took out the suppressant, rolled up his sleeves a little, and was about to stab his arm.I don't know if it was because of nervousness, Quint loosened the corner of his clothes, and instead held his arm tightly.

Quint's skin was thin and slippery, Hyperion repeatedly told himself not to move around, and pressed the micro-injector on his arm, the inhibitor injected into the blood, leaving only a small blood spot on his arm.

The enticing lime flavor gradually faded away, and Quint's tense body gradually relaxed, he let out a long breath, and looked a little tired.He let go of Hyperion's hand, curled up, buried his head between his knees and arms, and curled himself into a ball.

It's so sad, he actually went into false estrus stimulated by other Alpha pheromones in front of Hyperion.

Quint no longer dared to think about what Hyperion would think of him. He hid in the small world surrounded by his arms, full of frustration, until his calloused fingertips touched the side of his neck.

Quint raised his head, and Hyperion was half-kneeling in front of him, his eyes full of worry: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." When he opened his mouth to speak, he realized that his voice sounded terribly aggrieved. Quint immediately shut his mouth tightly again, unwilling to make another sound.

Hyperion understood what was going on, he felt his heart melt when he saw Quint looking so shy that he wanted to find a crack in the ground, he smiled and comforted him: "It's okay, it's normal Physiological reactions, nothing to be ashamed of."

"But you don't smell Connor's pheromone like I do."

"I have received pheromone resistance training, even if an Omega is in heat in front of me, I can control it." After Hyperion finished speaking, he realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly tried to make up: "No, I I didn't mean anything about you, so don't think too much about it."

However, it was too late, Quint was so ashamed and resentful that he got down again and ignored him.

Sure enough, Hyperion didn't like him at all.

Hyperion wished he could travel back half a minute and shut his mouth. He didn't know how to coax Quint again, so he stood up and said, "I'll go and see that classroom, you can rest here now."

Gently closing the door of the stairwell, Hyperion could finally breathe smoothly, the smell of Quint teased him all the time, and the scene in the simulated dream kept flashing before his eyes, making him want to commit a crime.

Take your time, take your time, don't scare him.Hyperion put his hands into his trouser pockets, straightened his trousers, adjusted his barrier armbands to normal values, and returned to that classroom.

They didn’t close the door when they left in a hurry just now, and the strong smell of pheromone had dissipated quite a bit. When Hyperion entered the door, the first thing he saw was the messy podium, with bloodstains and other liquids that hadn’t dried up on it.

He cursed in a low voice—crazy, Hanselton really got into trouble this time.

Hyperion walked around the classroom, saw a small black part half the size of a palm on the ground, bent down to pick it up.He fiddled with it casually, but he didn't know where he touched it. The thing suddenly discharged with a bang, causing Hyperion to throw it out of his hand with a yell, his whole body was numb, and his hair almost stood on end.

It shouldn't take long for people to leave.Hyperion tested it, and found that the electromagnetic shielding here had disappeared. He dialed Hanselton, and this time he waited for half a minute, and the other side got connected.

"I'm in the abandoned classroom on the top floor of the QIA building, where are you?" Hyperion said in a very calm tone.

Hanselton was silent for a while, his voice sounded very tired: "I'm in the dormitory."

"Where's Connor?"

"He should have gone back too."

"Okay, I'll go back now, wait for me, we need to have a good chat." After hanging up the phone, Hyperion finally glanced at the mess on the podium, closed the classroom door, reset the electromagnetic seal, and called out. His own people came over immediately and disposed of the podium covered with ironclad evidence.

He stood at the door and connected to the surveillance system of the classroom. Hanselton had already shut down the four cameras ahead of time. Hyperion searched carefully and found a pinhole camera in a very hidden location. It should be the school. It is used for emergency evidence collection, so the system is very difficult to crack. It took Hyperion half an hour to barely touch the monitoring record database.

He found the surveillance during that time, and the two figures entangled on the podium were clearly visible in the high-definition screen. He saw Connor biting Hanselton's shoulder so hard that he almost bit off a piece of flesh, and the blood flowed down Alpha's spine meanders down.

Hyperion had no interest in continuing to watch, he replaced the surveillance, and finally searched carefully again, completely clearing away all evidence that might be unfavorable to Hanselton.

As the future emperor of the empire, the belief of the empire, Hanselton must not have any excessively negative news like this left outside.Even though doing this was tantamount to being an accomplice, Hyperion, as Hanselton's direct descendant and future subject, had no choice but to do so.

His morality as Morse is not exactly the same as that of Hyperion. Hyperion can spit on Hanselton’s behavior and despise him from the bottom of his heart, but Master Morse must maintain Him, assisting him, cleaning up the mess for him.

Fortunately, Quint didn't know.

Hyperion quickly cleared all traces of the Internet, and hurried back to the stairwell to find Quint. He has been out for too long now, and he still doesn't know how to explain to Quint later.

He pushed the door and went in, the stairwell was quiet, the smell of pheromone was about to disappear, the emergency lights were off, the windows used for ventilation were brighter, the sky outside the windows was getting darker, and the sunset was like fire.

Quint's head was tilted against the wall, his eyes closed, and he had been waiting until he fell asleep.The faint sunlight sprinkled on his face, revealing the fine fluff on his cheeks.

Hyperion squatted softly in front of him, stared at him for a long time, finally touched the ground with his knees soundlessly, grabbed the railing with one hand, leaned forward slowly, and pressed his long-awaited lips.

Quint opened his eyes the second he touched them.

As a natural soldier, Hyperion's reflexes are not covered up. At the moment when Kunt's eyelashes trembled, he slammed his arms hard, and directly pushed himself to sit on the ground.

Quint opened his eyes and saw Hyperion sitting on the ground. He was stunned and asked, "Have you finished checking the classroom?"

"The inspection is over. They should have left not long ago. I just called Hanselton, and he said that he is in the dormitory." Hyperion got up slowly, and explained without blushing, "I'm a little When I was tired, I sat on the ground and rested for a while."

"Then Connor should go back too. Did Hanselton say what he did to him?" Quint stood up, followed by a trace of dizziness. He felt terribly hot now, but his skin was aching. Maybe it's about to have a low-grade fever.

Seeing the glow outside the window, he couldn't help being surprised: "I've been asleep for so long?"

"Forty minutes or so." Hyperion stood up and patted the ashes on his body: "He didn't say anything, but I still suggest you go back and see Connor."

Hyperion returned to the dormitory building and turned directly to Hanselton's room next door. He just knocked on the door a few times before opening it, as if Hanselton had been waiting at the door.

Hyperion was stunned the moment he saw His Highness the First Prince, Hanselton's entire face was swollen, he was naked to the waist, and the bite wound on his shoulder was so severe that it was outrageous, let alone The blood-red scratches all over his back—it doesn't look like he had a good relationship with Omega, he just finished fighting Etes.

Hanselton couldn't see anyone like this, so Hyperion hurried into the room and closed the door behind his back: "How did you do this?"

"He beat him." Hanselton sat back on the sofa, picked up the therapeutic device on the table again to treat the injury on his shoulder, gasped and gritted his teeth and said, "It hurts me to death."

"You should go to the infirmary to have a look, the wound is too deep." Hyperion helped him deal with it: "He just wants to tear a piece of flesh off you."

Hansen was silent. He wiped off the dried blood on his body, buried his face in the palms of his hands, and sighed heavily.

"I have sent someone to deal with the classroom, and the surveillance video has also been deleted." Hyperion helped him paint the wound on his back: "What did you do to him?"

"Didn't you watch the surveillance all the time?"

Hyperion sneered: "I don't have the habit of watching Gong Shi women do it."

Hanselton remained silent, and after a while, he whispered: "It's just a step away."

"I tricked him there and asked him why he dumped me. He still looked like I was just playing with you, and I was so angry..."

Hyperion resisted the disgust in his heart and the urge to scold him, and remained silent, giving Hanselton time to continue talking.

"He was trembling with fright, held back his tears, and resisted desperately. I was ready to mark him on the spot, but after stripping him naked, I couldn't do it anyway." Hanselton Covering his face, he murmured, "I'm actually reluctant to attack him."

He recruited Connor with a playful mentality, but in the end he found that he was really moved.

It's a pity that everything has been ruined by him.

Hyperion only felt his forehead start to twitch again, so far he couldn't hold it anymore, and said sharply: "You majestic crown prince of the empire, what is the difference between what you did today and those local hooligans! You are a little bit worthy of your majesty's respect for you!" Your expectation!"

"Don't fucking teach me!" Hanselton growled fiercely: "Did I ever decide my own life since I was a child? What to eat, wear, and where to go every day are arranged in advance, even Whoever dances and talks with at the private banquet is also written on the list, I also want to do whatever I want!"

Hyperion was about to be laughed at by him, and immediately responded mercilessly: "So this is why you forced Connor?"

Hanselton choked up, and the raging arrogance he had just yelled at Hyperion was instantly extinguished. He clutched the healing device in pain, as if saying to himself: "I don't! I just... like him too much."

"Don't attribute your mistake to liking these two words, it's disgusting." Hyperion took a deep breath: "Hansen, there are many things that you must shoulder as the great prince of the empire. You were born to be I hope to lead this country and become an emperor who will stand alone in history, but now because I was dumped by Omega, I went to force him. Although it is only an attempt to stop at the last moment, but you ask yourself, you still have a little bit of responsibility in this way. Are you human? Do you still have the face to say that you are a prince!"

"When you said that you didn't arrange your own life, did I have it? Which one of the roads I have traveled since I was a child was not arranged by my grandfather?"

When Hyperion was still young, the old General Morse told him that he gave Hoyle all his indulgence and tolerance, so that Hoyle could freely flex his muscles in the business field he liked and not inherit him. In the mantle of the military department, and because of this, Hyperion must shoulder the responsibility of taking over the Morse family.

As an ancient military and political family, they have the responsibility of assisting the emperor of the empire.

"You and I were born with golden spoons in our mouths, and our food and clothing are all the best in the entire empire. We don't have to worry about running around for a living, and we are supported by the people of the entire empire. If you don't take the responsibility you should bear, it will be a waste What's the difference? Are you comfortable living like the youngest son of the Amanda family?"

Hanselton didn't speak, staring blankly at the corner of the coffee table, curling his fingers back and forth unconsciously, Hyperion knew that he had listened, and continued: "We are not children anymore, children will argue and make noise when they want something. , but adults have to fight for it on their own, if you want freedom, then you should create opportunities to gain freedom, instead of arguing with me because of a stupid question after hurting an innocent Omega."

"If you can stop being so nonsense these few years and listen to your majesty a little bit, the support rate of the major families will be as low as it is now? Do you still need to be arranged to talk to anyone at the banquet? Do you think your majesty Don't worry about it, don't you work hard!"

"I..." Hanselton opened his mouth, finally unable to justify what he said.

"It's time for Hansen to grow up." Hyperion grabbed Hansendon's intact shoulder and said in a deep voice, "We are the future hope of the empire, and we have never had the right to be willful."

"I see." Hanselton raised his arms to cover his eyes, took a deep breath, "Thank you Hein, no one has ever told me this before."

"It's not that no one told you, it's because you didn't want to listen to it before, and you never listened to it. Your Majesty and all the people are looking forward to your growth and becoming better." Hyperion thumped lightly. He punched his chest: "Well, what do you think you should do most now?"

"Apologize to him." Hanselton clasped the communicator on the table back to his wrist, and frowned painfully at the wound on his shoulder: "I've been aware of this since the first time I took off his clothes. It was the wrong thing to do, but I really, I wanted him so badly that I couldn't help myself."

Connor is different from all the Omegas he has met before. He is not like the dignitaries in the palace banquet hall who are dressed in complicated and gorgeous clothes, and their words and deeds are so elegant and rigid. The men and women in those unrefined places on the streets of the market deliberately smiled so vulgarly and enchantingly, and all the purpose of talking about love was to satisfy the desire of the body.

He spoke very sharply, but his taste was very sweet, which made Hanselton wonder how such beautiful lips could spit out so many vicious remarks. In the past few days, Connor never had any scruples about him because he was the crown prince. How proud are those powerful and powerful classmates in the school, like a group of little peacocks.

"Don't look at their noble appearance on the surface, in fact, everyone is looking forward to being a noble Alpha, and they don't know how unrestrained they are in private." Connor's prejudice against nobles has reached a morbid level , but Hanselton, who was the greatest nobleman, didn't feel angry at all at that time. He took Connor's hand and walked in the stone corridor with dense green shade, and asked with a smile: "What about you, are you privately how is it like?"

"Me? I've always been like this." Connor shrugged, and then smiled suddenly. He held Hanselton's arm in his arms, and tiptoed to kiss the skin of his collarbone, tightly Sticking to his body and looking up at him from bottom to top, his eyes were full of jokes, and he whispered softly: "Do you want to watch me wave?"

Looking back, Hanselton thinks that he may have been tempted at that moment—or earlier, when Connor’s every move can bring him unexpected joy, and he is always very happy doing his own thing .

That is what he most yearns for is an unfettered and free way of life, ignoring other people's opinions, and sneering and scolding "fool" when facing gossip.

Thinking of the fact that he personally destroyed Connor's happiness not long ago, Hanselton regretted wishing to understand himself with a knife. He clenched his fists in pain, never loathing someone from the depths of his soul like this: "You Are you saying that I still have room for redemption?"

"I don't know, I just know that if someone dares to treat me like this, I will definitely kill him." Hyperion sat down on the armrest of the sofa, "I'll ask Quint how the situation is."

at the same time.

Quint hurried back to the dormitory as fast as he could, and smelled the iris fragrance of Connor's pheromone as soon as he entered the door, but he didn't feel relieved.He knocked on Connor's closed door, but when there was no answer, he turned the handle and the door was unlocked.

"Connor?" He pushed the door open a crack.

A large piece of the quilt on the bed was bulging, and a faint cry came from inside. Quint immediately went over and touched the small bulge carefully: "How are you?"

The little drum kit moved, and then a hand stretched out from inside, tightly grasping Quint's wrist, Connor choked up and shouted: "Quint..."

"I'm here." The fingerprints belonging to Alpha on Connor's arm were extremely clear, Quint pursed his lips, and sat sideways on the edge of the bed: "Did you get hurt anywhere?"

He could smell the unmarked Omega from Connor, and the heaviest burden on his heart was quietly lifted. Quint said softly, "I'm sorry Connor, I didn't protect you well."

"It's none of your business." Connor finally showed his face when the small bulge opened. He had just taken a shower, his body was naked, his hair was still wet, and his collarbone and neck were covered with bright red hickey marks. He wiped away the tears on his face carelessly on the quilt, and said with red eyes, especially aggrieved: "Quint, hug me."

Quint took off his shoes and got under the covers. He would be a fool if he didn't understand the marks on Connor's body.Connor moved slowly, hugged Quint, buried his head in his chest, and finally burst into tears.

Quint didn't say a word, just patted Connor on the back to reassure him.Connor cried very hard, pulling his shirt vigorously while howling: "I was wrong... I will never be mean again in the future!"

"How can I blame you." Quint could clearly feel that the clothes on his chest were wet from crying. Since he was a child, he was stupid and couldn't comfort others, and he didn't know what to say, so he could only hug him tightly. Connor tried to warm him with his embrace: "There's nothing wrong with you breaking up, it's all Hanselton, he's so inhuman."

"I was so scared that I almost died." Connor whimpered, and his voice was muffled: "He caught the anti-wolf electric shock device with his bare hands and threw it away. I bit him and beat him, and he was covered in blood. Even if it was blood, he refused to let me go, at that time I really, I really thought I was going to be killed by him."

Quint just listened to his description, and his heart ached to death. The physical gap between AO and Omega determined that Omega was doomed to not have enough resistance in the face of coercion, not to mention that Alpha's tyrannical pheromone could directly push Omega into estrus. , Omega in estrus is irrational at all, otherwise 90.00% of the AO bows in the empire so far will not become female criminals because of pheromones.

"It's all because I'm so cheap... Why do you want to play him if I have nothing to do!" Connor cried so hard that he couldn't breathe: "I was wrong, it's all because of me..."

"You're right Connor, you're not wrong at all, it's Hanselton who can't afford it, he's so petite that he's not an Alpha, don't blame yourself anymore." Connor hadn't seen him cry in the past two years, which made him want to rush to Hanselton and tear him up immediately: "Don't cry, okay, you'll break your eyes."

"I knew from the very beginning that he was someone I couldn't afford to mess with, so why would I want to be a scumbag...Whoa, a scumbag, I hate a scumbag." Connor couldn't stop crying. He was pampered since he was a child, I have never been so frightened as I am today.

Quint racked his brains to organize his words and comforted him in a low voice. After a long time, Connor was tired from crying, and finally calmed down a little.Fearing that he would be stabbed by a word without paying attention, Quint hesitated for a long time before asking in a low voice, "He doesn't have that you, does he?"

"No, he rubbed it on my leg." Connor sniffed, as if feeling ashamed and buried his face deeper, his voice was inaudible: "My leg was scratched by him, it hurts so much ...Ah! I'm sorry Quint, I got my snot all over your clothes."

The author has something to say: The three views of the characters in the article do not represent the three views of the author, and the words and deeds of the characters do not represent the words and deeds of the author. I arranged this plot purely according to the personality of the eldest prince at that time. you guys say sorry...

Hansen will be punished for what he did