The whole empire is bringing us together

"Haine!"

Quint held Hyperion up with both arms to prevent him from actually kneeling on the ground, and he didn't pay attention to what he blurted out in his desperation.The direct physical contact with Alpha caused some subtle changes inside his body, and the disordered hormones intensified under the influence of pheromones made this body appear more estrous.Quint bit the tip of his tongue, trying to use the pain to stay awake.

This bone pain came too suddenly, Hyperion's eyes went black, and the rest of his perception was magnified in the darkness. He vaguely smelled the faint scent of lime, entangled with him, sweet and seductive— — This is the smell of Quint pheromone.

Knowing that he couldn't touch him anymore, Hyperion took a deep breath and stood up abruptly, backing up a few steps, leaning his back against the wall and frowning to endure the wave of pain: "I was Cosmic ray exposure for too long, a bit of a genetic breakdown, bone pain is one of the complications."

Quint's complexion suddenly became solemn. Although he was studying military weapons, he had a friend who was a genetic expert who knew a thing or two about biology, and knew exactly what the words "gene collapse" meant.He took off his jacket and pressed on the closed ring, the small syringe in the hidden compartment popped out automatically, he stuck the inhibitor into his forearm, and raised Hyperion again: "I'll take you to the treatment room."

Surrounded by this smell that had secretly appeared in midnight dreams countless times, Hyperion only felt that he might need an inhibitor more than Quint.This smell carries his most shady desire and love that hasn't faded in the past 20 years, and a simple wisp can arouse his Alpha's instinct of aggression.

"Be patient, it will be here soon." Quint is actually not thin. Compared with the generally sensitive and delicate omega, he can be considered stronger, but the estrus makes his hands and feet weak, and he can't use it. He was a bit out of breath after carrying Hyperion for a short distance.

Fortunately, at this time Hyperion had already adapted to this level of continuous pain. He had nearly a year of experience in fighting bone pain. I dare not say anything else, his endurance skills were absolutely first-class.Pulling Quint's arm from his armpit, he turned to hold Quint and whispered, "Just tell me the route."

"Go straight to the elevator and go to the seventh floor." The inhibitor quickly took effect, and Quint felt that the puddle of water dangling in his body no longer seemed to be hot enough to make him sad.Quint stared at the two people's intertwined hands in silence for two seconds, then gently pulled his hand out of Hyperion's palm.

Hyperion seemed to realize that his behavior was inappropriate, and hurriedly said: "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

"It's okay." Quint said softly, seeing cold sweat condensed into bean-sized drops running down Alpha's rigid face, he took out a tissue from his pocket and gave it to Hyperion: "Wipe the sweat."

The elevator door opened with a "ding", and Quint led Hyperion to the gene therapy room after turning two corners. There were more than a dozen researchers who had already been ordered to wait here. The person in charge of beta hurried forward, and Hyperion Li An shook hands: "General, you've come."

The person in charge politely called "Chief" to Quint, and then said, "Did His Highness Connor come with you?"

"He has something to do, so he sent me to the White Tower and left." Hyperion returned the remaining tissue to Quint, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, you can go back soon."

"I'll stay with you." Quint looked at the person in charge: "Isn't it better for someone to watch you during the treatment?"

"Yes, the treatment plan was formulated by His Highness Connor, who said that there may be certain rejection reactions, and it would be best if someone took care of it." The person in charge led the two of them inside and ordered the other researchers to take their places: " The first treatment is mainly to test the general stability of your genes so as to formulate the next plan, and the time will be longer."

"Okay." Hyperian nodded, still trying not to let Quint stay here, "I can do it myself, you are not feeling well, don't force it."

"I took the inhibitor, and I'm fine." Kuntra sat down on a chair, obviously not planning to leave, seeing the helpless expression on Hyperion's face, he suddenly realized: "You are in such a hurry to drive me away. go?"

"What are you talking about?" Seeing that Quint had made up his mind, Hyperion no longer insisted. He followed the researcher's instructions and took off his military jacket, put it aside, and began to unbutton his shirt: "We haven't seen each other for 20 years. I want to talk to you." It's too late for you to revisit the old days with you, how could I drive you away. Am I afraid that you will feel uncomfortable during the treatment and do something embarrassing to be seen by you? "

Quint's eyes paused for a moment between Hyperion's open neckline, and then he looked away as usual. He took a disposable cup from the drinking fountain and took a glass of water for himself, saying: "It's been so many years, my old friend I won't laugh at you again."

He emphasized the word "old friend", as if he was reminding Hyperion that Hyperion was completely blocked by him and could not refute it. Everything he chose now was his own choice, but he never regretted it.

No one wants to show his vulnerable side in front of his beloved omega, let alone a strong and accustomed Alpha like Hyperion, it doesn’t matter if he is chauvinistic, he just doesn’t want Quint to see him being tortured by illness look.

Hyperion took off his shirt and lay down in the ellipsoidal treatment cabin. The researchers stuck dozens of induction patches on his skin, and the probes protruded from the inside to collect samples of cells, blood and lymph.

The moment the skin was punctured, Alpha pheromones blew out uncontrollably. Quint's face remained unchanged, as if he couldn't smell anything. He sat on the side and silently stared at Hyperion's profile, his amber eyes revealing a rare Feel down, don't know what to think.

Hyperion closed his eyes tightly, so he had no way of knowing that Quint had been watching him.The translucent special liquid gradually submerged in his body, and finally stopped at the depth just reaching the ears. The medicine with anesthesia effect was injected into the body, and along with the gradual dullness of the senses, the bone pain subsided, and the consciousness sank into chaos bit by bit.

……

"Hyperion!" Alpha's voice brought back Hyperion's mind, he raised his head, and Hanselton's hand was shaking back and forth in front of him: "What are you thinking? You can't even hear me."

"Think about how to spend this semester in Omega Academy." Hyperion grabbed Hanselton's hand, looked at the outline of the academy that was gradually approaching outside the window, and sighed: "You said let us Alphas Surrounded by thousands of Omegas for a whole semester, what do those guys in the military department think?"

"What can they do? You can't let the Omega who participated in the plan go to our military academy, or you will be eaten up in a blink of an eye?" His Royal Highness the First Prince leaned on the back of the chair with his legs crossed. Only three buttons of the uniform were fastened wildly, and he pretended to be swaying champagne in his hand-this posture would make his emperor's father break his leg if he saw it.

The young eldest prince is definitely the most troublesome figure in the royal family today. He once dyed his wine-red hair for the so-called "experience the life of a normal commoner", and used purple colored contact lenses to cover his smoky eyes, which symbolize the status of the royal family. Going in and out of all kinds of occasions that should or shouldn't go, he is so rebellious that he can't wait to piss his father to death every minute.

Before he arrived, he was thrown by the scissors by the barber by the back of his neck by the enraged emperor, leaving only a layer of golden slab that could cover his scalp. That way, he'd be able to send the severing email to his father in no time.

"What kind of bad luck do you think I am? I finally had the opportunity to get in touch with so many omegas, and I was forced to have such an ugly haircut." Hanselton stroked his bristly hair roots and turned towards Haibo Lian complained.

"Come on, your previous Shamat hairstyle is also ugly." Hyperion really couldn't understand his weird aesthetics, and relied on his relationship to directly insert the knife into Hanselton's heart: "Honestly. Let me tell you, if you still have the hair you had before, you won't be seen by Omega."

"Tsk, what are you talking about?" Hanselton put down the goblet, picked up the pillow, and threw it at Hyperion: "I am the eldest prince, and I will be the emperor in the future. If I want to see any Omega I want to wave to, he will be ashamed He came here in a hurry, and still need him to express his opinion?"

Hyperion couldn't agree with Hanselton's sand sculpture remarks that were full of extreme chauvinism and power at the same time. While editing the news to his grandfather, Admiral Morse, he said without raising his head: "Look at what you're saying, you still need people to express their opinions. Maybe you will be the one who has no right to speak in the future."

Hansendon snorted in disdain as an answer.

The merit-selection plan implemented by the military department is open to all military academies in the empire. Every year, the best [-] Alphas are selected through multiple selections to conduct all-round training integrating military theory, actual combat command, individual combat, and mech specialization. The Imperial Army cultivates fresh blood.

And the most "creative" and criticized item in this plan is that it is carried out together with the White Tower's project code-named π. The π project has a long history, and it can be traced back to the people who have scientific research talents in Omega discovered by the Empire at the earliest. When the ratio is extremely high, it is responsible for developing more possible geniuses.Now, qualified Omegas are signing up to participate. The combination of these two plans has made Hyperian wonder if there is any meaning of a disguised blind date in it.

"Hey, I made a list of this year's π project and sent it to your terminal. You can see if you like it first, and it will be easier to pick up when the time comes."

Hyperion was speechless, but he still clicked on the file sent by Hanselton. Just after glancing at the name and photo of the person on the top, the aircraft arrived at its destination, and the intelligent system reminded them to get off the vehicle.

At any rate, Hanselton knew how to maintain his royal image in front of the public, so he buttoned up his buttons and went down first. Hyperion followed behind him, thinking about the photos he had just seen.The Omega above is so beautiful that people can't move their eyes away, but the amber eyes are staring at the front indifferently, and the corners of the lips droop slightly when they are not smiling, exuding a cold feeling that is thousands of miles away.

what is his nameHyperion didn't think about it for a moment, so he took the time to look down at the communicator again.

Quint Percy.

He didn't know why he said the name silently several times in his heart, as if someone would be unwilling if he didn't remember it. The gate of the Omega Academy was right in front of them, and the participants of the merit-based program got off the aircraft one after another, and immediately started whispering discussions with the people around them.Hanselton copied it in his pocket with one hand, and casually said: "I don't know if my future queen is here."