The whole empire is bringing us together

Early in the morning, he came to the genetic laboratory of the White Tower. When he was lying down in the treatment cabin, Hyperion told the person in charge that he no longer felt severe pain. The person in charge inserted a magnetic probe into his body and said:

"Actually, it's not the reason for the treatment. The treatment of your body just started today. We just did a thorough examination yesterday, but we injected you with a certain new type of pain blocker. Not only is it bone pain, you are now suffering from it." You won't feel any pain."

"Blocker?" Hyperion frowned, "Shouldn't you tell me beforehand when using this medicine?"

"This is the plan formulated by His Royal Highness Connor. He asked you not to tell us if you don't ask us." The mask covered the expression on the face of the person in charge, but his eyes revealed his helplessness: "Sorry General, we are also following orders .”

"does it have any side effects?"

"Blockers mainly rely on inhibiting your synaptic receptors to work, and the effect of treatment will be destroyed to a certain extent during the medication, so a longer treatment cycle is required, but the pain will be reduced to almost nothing. At the same time, because the pain is suppressed, you Perception of danger is also diminished."

"Stop it." Hyperion immediately said, "I don't need to use this thing."

The person in charge hesitated and said, "But General, if you stop taking the medicine, you will suffer more than before..."

"It's okay, stop it." The gradually rising liquid overflowed the back of Hyperion's hand: "I can bear it, the battle situation has not completely stabilized yet, I can't afford to waste time."

"Okay." The person in charge didn't insist anymore, and gestured to the researcher behind the glass wall. The researcher cheerfully made a scissors hand to him, and received a slap in the face.

They made a bet yesterday to see how long it would take General Hyperion to find out about the blocker. The person in charge felt that he would not stop taking the drug even if he told Hyperion, because the complications caused by the genetic collapse were really too painful. Excruciating pain that is not sustained is simply not something humans can bear.But a young researcher who had worshiped Hyperion as a hero since he was a child promised that with the character of a general, he would definitely ask to stop the drug.

This month's bonus... it's all for this brat.The person in charge thought painfully.

At the end of the treatment, Hyperion obviously felt that the pain had returned. He changed his clothes in silence, thanked the researcher who treated him, took the medicine he took, and walked out of the gene therapy room.In the corridor, he met Angelita, the current head of the White Tower.

Angelita was about to go out with an umbrella in her hand, when she saw Hyperion, she turned to meet him, with a decent and sweet smile on her face: "General, how is the treatment going?"

Hyperion nodded. He was not familiar with Angelita, but the other party was Quint's good friend. He had participated in several activities together before: "Thank you very much."

"This is what I should do, you don't have to be polite, General." The midday sun was extremely hot, Angelita opened the parasol to cover herself and Hyperion under it.Hyperion is 1.9 meters tall, and she is a petite woman, so it takes a lot of effort to hold it up. Hyperion took the umbrella from her and said, "Let me do it."

"Excuse me." Angelita pressed her pocket watch and looked at the time: "The general hasn't had lunch yet, would you do me a favor and join me? I happen to have something to discuss with you...it's about Quint."

Angelita seemed to have a plan in mind, waiting for Hyperion's reply with a smile on her face.

Hyperion's chest skipped a beat: she must know something.

Although the private meeting with the Minister of Defense's wife as soon as he came back was likely to be given other meanings, Hyperion still couldn't refuse—she used Quint to seduce him.

The meal with Angelita lasted for an hour and a half. Hyperion came out of the hotel with a heavy heart, and immediately went to the palace. The information Angelita provided him was too important. The situation is so serious.

He originally thought that the two of them hadn't had time to get to know each other again in 20 years, but now it seemed that it was too late.

"Let's set a small goal first: Let Quint accept your temporary mark within a month, I will do my best to help you, how about it?" Angelita's voice was still in my ears, Hyperion's thin lips Squeezing tightly, he sent a message to Adjutant Dawson, asking him to help keep an eye on Quint's tracks tonight.

The celebration banquet will be held on time at six o'clock in the evening, and Hyperion, as the protagonist, needs to be there in advance to prepare.In the room specially prepared by Hanselton, he changed into a black military uniform and arranged the medals on his chest in front of the mirror.

The Alpha in the mirror is tall, with a handsome and cold face, short platinum hair that has been carefully groomed, every strand of hair is carefully placed where it should be, eyes are blue as deep as the sea, and is wearing a black military uniform Straight, shiny military boots wrapped up to the calf.

Hyperion loosened his belt just as Hanseldon opened the door and entered, sword still in hand.

He threw the decorative sword pinned to Hyperion to Hyperion, and sat down on the soft leather chair: "What's the matter for calling me over in such a hurry?"

"I stopped the blocking agent used by Connor." Hyperion looked at himself carefully in the mirror, and after confirming that the dress was not wrinkled, he turned around and frowned: "Is there anything at the banquet that requires me to attend the speech Try to bring the project to the forefront as much as possible, and I may leave early.”

"I just said that you definitely don't want to use that thing, Connor has to say try." Hanselton sighed: "Okay, if one day you really can't stand the pain, let them give you another injection Bar."

Hyperion hummed, and finally brought the topic back to his real purpose for calling Hanselton: "I want all of Quint's medical examination reports over the past few years."

As night fell slowly, the entire palace was brightly lit, and a celebration dinner for the return of the expeditionary army would be held here.The largest open-air square in the entire empire was used as a banquet hall. Countless drinks and food were served on the long tables under the moonlight, and the candlelight flickered on the silver candlesticks, waiting for a carnival jointly organized by [-] soldiers.

Celebrities and dignitaries from all walks of life also attended the dinner. They were well-dressed and gorgeous, clearly distinguishing them from uniformed soldiers.Hyperion and Hanselton sat in the lounge and read their respective speeches, somewhat returning to the illusion of military school.

Connor knocked on the door and came in. Seeing that Hanselton was not in high spirits, he reached out and raised his chin. Seeing the dark blue under the emperor's eyes, he said "tsk": "Your dark circles are a bit too heavy, do you want to put on foundation?" cover it?"

"Call someone to come and get it later." Hanselton threw away the speech, sat up and hugged Connor by the waist, and buried his face in his lower abdomen: "I'm trapped to death."

"Don't act like a spoiled child." Connor poked his forehead, but he still felt distressed: "There is still an hour, you should sleep for a while, and you can improvise when you speak."

"Go and rest for a while." Hyperian also advised.Henselton must have taken upon himself a lot of what was expected of him.Although the entire empire is celebrating the victory of the expeditionary force, the flames of war have not stopped. The revival of the Zerg race is imminent, and the "ghost" is secretly watching.

"Okay, then I'll go to sleep for a while." Hanselton stood up, kissed Connor's fingers sticky, and took his queen to rest.Seeing his friend's happiness, Hyperion was also in a good mood, recalling Hanselton's "rhetoric words" back then, and burst out laughing.

Dawson has been secretly observing Quint since he came to the venue. He has been Hyperion's adjutant for eight years, and he has seen everything in his eyes, and he knows how affectionate the general is.

The general told him to keep an eye out for Chief Quint tonight.Dawson couldn't restrain his brain at all, what is the chief going to do?Is it possible to have a private meeting with other Alphas?Then he will report to the general later, wouldn't he want to personally visit the Shura field?

...Thinking about it, I feel super excited!

The banquet started promptly at six o'clock in the evening.After the speech, as soon as Hyperion stepped off the terrace, a large group of dignitaries rushed up to toast or chat.He dealt with these people one by one with a smile on his face, and declined the invitation of one of the government officials to be a guest.The official's son—a well-dressed Omega boy immediately burst into tears, but he still forced a smile on his face, his eyes closely following Hyperion's figure.

This is an incomparably outstanding Alpha, handsome, noble, and powerful. No Omega in the entire empire would want to marry him, right?

This conversation lasted for nearly two hours, and Hyperion finally escaped from the space full of makeup and political atmosphere. In order to attract his attention, some Omega even took the initiative to lower the threshold of the blocking armband, allowing the pheromone to escape.Of course, they did succeed, and Hyperion had to remind them that there were tens of thousands of unbonded Alphas here, and any impulsive move might completely change their lives.

After the person in charge stopped taking the medicine, the bone pain continued at the previous intensity. It didn't suddenly intensify, but it was enough to make people suffer.

God knows how irritable he endured.Hyperion didn't even have the desire to eat something to fill his stomach. He casually took a glass of high-strength vodka with ice from the waiter and drank it down in one gulp. He asked Ersen, "Where is he?"

Quint sneaked out of the banquet hall after he was full. He has always disliked excitement, and he was not feeling well these days and he didn’t go to the laboratory for a while. Many people who heard about it came to ask him if he was better.Quint chatted with them for a while, and took a plate of fragrant fruit mousse at a time when no one was paying attention, and slipped to the back garden.

The garden was banned by Hanselton tonight, and no one was allowed to enter without permission. Quint tried to get in by relying on his relationship with Connor, and it really succeeded.

When Hyperion found Quint, he was sitting on the marble railing of the veranda, looking sideways at the fish swimming in the lake. The aquarium fish introduced from the Brass galaxy poked out its mouth slightly, as if drinking a handful of moonlight.Quint's blazer was draped over his arms, a beige vest fit perfectly around his waist, and a brass-colored pocket watch chain gleamed in the moonlight.

After feeding the last bit of cake crumbs in his hand to the fish in the lake, he changed his posture and leaned against the stone pillar, squinting his eyes slightly, as if he was tired.

"I knew you would be here." Hyperion walked to him, sat down next to him, and made a covert gesture to Dawson who was hiding in the dark.Dawson finally waited for their general to arrive, heaved a sigh of relief, completed the task and went back to the square to drink and celebrate.

Quint still leaned on the stone pillar without moving, but looked up at him with a faint smile: "Why did you come here too? Shouldn't you be the protagonist tonight?"

"I'm just one part of that thirty-four thousandth." The alcohol came up, burning from the esophagus to the stomach, the spasm of the fingers seemed to be subdued, and even the pain was not so obvious.Hyperion didn't know whether it was the wine or the people in front of him that made him a little tipsy—his drinking capacity was obviously very good.

Quint didn't speak. The small fluorescent blue insects in the garden flew past. He lazily stretched out his hand to catch them, but missed. The light slipped through his fingers and disappeared in a blink of an eye.After a long while, he said softly, "How can that be done? When they realize that you are missing, they must look for you everywhere."

"Then let them look for it." Hyperion sensed that Quint was not in high spirits, and said after a moment of pondering: "Compared to anything else, reminiscing about old times with you is more important."

"That's right, we haven't seen each other for 20 years, and there are many places that need to be re-understood." Quint straightened up, with a weak smile, and said to Hyperion, "Do you think I've changed a lot?"

"Not much, at least it seems that you still give me the same feeling as before. But one thing has indeed changed."

"where?"

"It's stronger than before." Hyperian said in an exceptionally gentle tone, "I guess you won't be hiding alone and crying now."

Quint couldn't help laughing out loud, "That was an accident, if I knew I would be discovered by you, I wouldn't have ran out."

"It's okay, it's not a shame to be seen by me." Xiangyue Yi hangs high in the night sky, Xiangyue II only has a small side like a scimitar left, and Xiangyue San follows closely beside it , like the most loyal guard.

"Jin, Baixi, Maya. Why did you give them such names?" Hyperion asked again after 20 years.

Quint was taken aback for a moment, and his volume was raised a bit in surprise: "You still remember?"

"Shouldn't this be a secret between the two of us? How could I forget it?" Hyperion laughed at his expression: "You didn't tell me before, would you like to help me answer my doubts this time?"

Quint hummed lightly, and looked up at the brightest Xiangyue Er: "That's the name of my childhood friend."

"Friends in Zhumingsha? No wonder, I sound like the language there." Hyperion said: "It's also fortunate that I have been guessing by myself these past few years."

"I'm a bit nostalgic. Sometimes I'm afraid of forgetting some things in the past, so I can only do this." In the end, Quint concluded: "It's not a good habit."

"I'm nostalgic too, so I don't think there's anything wrong with it." Hyperion pretended to inadvertently touch the back of Quint's hand, and felt his body stiffen imperceptibly. "There are many things in the past that I still remember clearly. After all, there are my most precious memories on this planet."

The most precious, about your memory.

"Yes." Quint retracted his hands calmly, staring down at the sparkling lake, and said, "There are so many beautiful things in my youth that I want people to go back to the past."

Quint was avoiding him.Highbury thought to himself that he was avoiding physical contact with him.

Almost without thinking about it, Hyperion frowned and snorted, and fell straight forward. Anyway, he was really in severe pain right now, and he didn't need to put on a show at all.Quint exclaimed, and his eyes, which had been lacking in energy, widened instantly, and he was held back by his chest and fell to the ground.Hyperion fell into his arms, grabbing the clothes on his back with one hand.

"How are you?" Quint was completely unaware that Hyperion was deliberately deceiving him, and hugged him nervously.He stretched out his hand to touch Hyperion's forehead, felt the cold sweat that was not fake, and immediately clicked on the portable terminal to send a message to Connor.

"No need." Hyperian gritted his teeth to stop him, and said with great effort, "Even if you call him over, there's no other way except for painkilling injections... I'll just take it easy."

"...Okay." Quint didn't know what to do when Hyperion got sick, and what he said was quite similar, so he stopped insisting.He hugged Hyperion and patted his back lightly, as if it would relieve some pain.

Hyperion took a deep breath, his mind was filled with the smell of Quint, that faint, refreshing lime aroma.He hugged Quint tightly, yearning for the warmth of this embrace.

Quint didn't dare to relax at all, he saw Hyperion buried his face in his arms motionless, grasping the back of his sleeve so hard that his veins were about to burst, he was so worried. The cold sweat on Alpha's forehead rubbed onto his clothes, and the high concentration of pheromone seeped into the skin. Quint bit his lower lip, trembling uncontrollably.

Soon Hyperion could smell the sweetness, and Quint's hand that was patting his back changed to pressing tightly, as if he wanted to completely stick him to his body.

Hyperion raised his head, Quint's eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes were trembling, his teeth were clenched tightly, and his face was flushed abnormally.Because of the armband, Hyperion could only smell a little pheromone escaping from him, but the red indicator light on the armband indicated that the concentration of pheromone in Quint's body had exceeded the limit.

Hyperion got up in a hurry, and didn't care about pretending to be pitiful to give himself some benefits. He searched all over his pockets but couldn't find the scent blocker, so he could only press out the suppressant he carried in his armband and give himself a needle.

Alpha's smell was suppressed, and there was no longer a steady stream of stimulation. Quent curled up, frowned and took a deep breath. This was not the first time he was suddenly affected by estrus. He had already found a set of coping methods.The restless pheromone calmed down slowly, unwillingly silent in the blood, but still shouted longing for the combination with Alpha.

The author has something to say: I forgot to put the first half of what I wrote on my phone before... I didn’t find out until today

drunk.