The whole empire thinks that the admiral is going to rob the marriage

The wound on Hawthorne's body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The red muscle tissue slowly squirmed, and the visual effect was indescribable. A circle of subordinates watched with blinking eyes, not even daring to breathe.

The unique high-end S-class mecha in the four galaxies!Just passed by, gone.

Surrounded by everyone, Hawthorne was sitting on an iron plate, facing the southwest directly, almost opening a few more holes in the crack of the mecha warehouse, and emitting evil spirits.

The person in charge of the detector that day was an old guy who had worked for "Gray Pigeon" for more than ten years. Is there something wrong with the detector or something else?

Or, was there something wrong with that vicious (four-shot) man?

...neither sounds too optimistic.

Just as he was thinking, a group of people suddenly rushed in from Hawthorne's field of vision.The group carefully dodged the crumbling metal fragments, and filed in through the gap in the armor warehouse.

Hawthorne: "..." From the gap? !

Ok.

This armor library is considered a waste, huh, a lot of expenses.

The leading interstellar pirate held the communicator high, ran out of breath, and shouted: "Boss!"

Hawthorne rolled his eyes, and said angrily, "Fart off!"

"It's a call from House."

"Oh?" Hawthorne paused.

The wounds on his limbs hadn't fully healed, and he didn't want to get up from the ground, so he winked lazily.

The black-clothed subordinate behind him understood immediately, took the communicator and handed it to him in a doggy manner, and only pressed the connection button...

Then Hawthorne raised a finger, a fair and slender finger with the skin texture of a rich lady, but full of calluses, and pressed the hanger hard.

Men: "..."

Hawthorne moved his arm, nearly shed tears from the pain, and said fiercely with red eyes: "If you call again, tell them—'Go to death'."

......

In his 31 years of life, Glenn Sasir has experienced countless storms, and the number of times he has escaped from death is more than the number of times others have been hospitalized for transfusions. It's even more fantastic.

This is simply illogical.

Glenn stared at the operation screen in disbelief, until the mecha broke out of the communication signal isolation range and issued a "didi" prompt sound, and then he suddenly accepted the fact.

What the hell?Could this be a miraculous gift from his irresponsible parents who had been separated for 30 years?

Or is he actually the illegitimate son of Laika, the leader of Gray Pigeon, who was left behind in Fulan?

...neither sounds too optimistic.

Glenn studied for a while the operating system of this mecha, which is different from the Forlan-style mecha, and gave Black a few simple instructions. After confirming that the route to the target location was planned correctly, Glenn asked hesitantly: "Black, can you communicate with the neighbors?" The ship initiates a real-time call?"

"I can match you with a universe-class starship within ten stars, Mr. Sahir."

"Okay, please wake me up when the distance from the destination is less than ten miles away."

"Yes."

Glenn relaxed, raised his hand to wipe his face, set the driving mode to fully automatic, and the mechanical female voice began to give instructions spontaneously.

The hypothermia caused by blood loss from the wound and the tiredness caused by lack of sleep flooded into his mind. Glenn yawned and fell asleep in this uncomfortable sitting position.

When he woke up again, two and a half hours had passed on the control screen.

Glenn stretched his body, took out the medical kit from the hidden compartment under the driver's seat, and treated his wound briefly.

It stands to reason that he should have done this as soon as he escaped from Leishixing, but the amount of information he received intensively at that time really made him unable to cheer up.

Glenn doesn't like to avoid trouble, but it's not like shaking M. He really can't have any interest in this kind of trouble coming to his door.

What's more, life experience... He didn't care about it many years ago.

Glenn endured the pain and fixed the penetrating injury on his calf. He judged that there was a certain muscle tear and needed to return to the starship for further treatment. He frowned and asked, "Black, how many stars are we still away from our destination."

"Six stars, Mr. Sahir."

"In six stars?" Glenn was slightly taken aback, "I remember just asking you to wake me up ten kilometers away from the destination?"

"Your order is 'Wake you up when you are within ten miles from your destination', Mr. Sahir." Black's mechanical voice remained unmoved: "Within ten miles is a range. When you lose consciousness, we will It will judge the appropriate wake-up time by itself."

"..."

That is to say, it may be ten miles away from the destination, or it may be one meter away from the destination? !

Black: "Judging from your physical signs, I think you need a longer sleep. If you haven't woken up just now, I will consider waking you up when you are about to arrive at your destination."

After a short sleep, he did feel a lot better.

Glenn could only sigh: "Okay, thank you. Please check if there is a universe-class starship within the distance of ten stars."

"Yes." Black was silent for a while, "There is a space-class starship docked near the destination, the model is F-816, military standard, do you need to connect the contact signal?"

F-816, Forlan's military standard starship, Glenn raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, remembering some of his experiences when he first entered the battlefield.

"Black, connect to the signal immediately. If the communication channel is encrypted, please enter 2997 for the password."

"Okay, Mr. Sahir."

Perhaps because of the timidity of being close to the hometown, the 2 minutes of the communication connection process made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Glenn tidied up his collar, stroked his hair, reattached the bionic tape on the side of his neck, and hesitantly touched the new stubble on his lips.

The admiral paused for a moment before reacting belatedly—I'm almost like a female Omega who is going out on a date for the first time? !

Admiral Glenn, who was "video dating" for the first time, shuddered at himself, curled up his fingers, and coughed lightly.

There was a "beep" in the direction of the mecha's communicator, and Glenn suddenly got out of his dislike of himself and looked at the pop-up hologram.

The liaison officer of the starship is usually served by the intelligence officer of the Military Intelligence Department, and the person who appeared here should be his old acquaintance, Captain Havelin.

Yet the Sixth Sense kept clamoring to tell the young admiral of the Empire that he would see whomever he wanted to see.

He fell in love with Omega without knowing it for many years, His Royal Highness the noble and wise Crown Prince of the Forlan Empire, and the pride of the Gustav family.

He wanted to see him, wanted to see him more than ever.

The holographic projection was finally fully lit, and Glenn smiled silently.

Joshua was sitting in the command seat of the starship. On the left side stood the winking Cauchy, and on the right side stood the outraged Miranda. Both of them had painted faces, and each had a huge black eye, just like the executioner in an oil painting. The two guards carrying axes on the left and right looked extremely terrifying.

Glenn looked at it in silence for a moment, blinking his obsidian eyes with a smile.

"Your Highness," Glenn said.

Miranda tried her best to express her anger with her eyes, but unfortunately the color around her eyes was too dark, and it was not as intimidating as Joshua's cold smile.

Joshua: "Hehe."

Glenn: "..." Well, a little guilty.

#Everyone is good, I like a person for many years, and I just got the hang of it recently.Regrettably, I did something against his wishes after enlightenment, and he seems very angry now, what should I do, ask for help? #

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had a grim expression, with his long legs crossed together, and his fingers idly resting on his chin.Those blue eyes that Glenn was familiar with were dark, and his tone was almost business-like: "Admiral Glenn Saheer."

Glenn sat up straighter, thankful that he had concealed several obvious wounds when he groomed himself: "Yes."

"You attacked members of the royal family, disobeyed military orders, and went to Leishi Xing with the traitor Victoria Gustav and others without permission. According to Fran's military regulations, how should you be punished?"

Glenn pursed his lips lightly, his face solemn: "I will report to the military court after returning home."

"Very good." Joshua gritted his teeth and nodded.

Cauchy, who was watching the whole process, was as quiet as a chicken and closed his eyes in pain——Admiral Glenn, are you sure His Royal Highness wants to hear this?

Joshua took a deep look at the holographic projection in front of him, suppressed his anger and asked calmly, "Your coordinates, Admiral?"

"I hijacked a mecha from Leishixing, 4.8 stars away from the starship, and it is expected to arrive in half an hour."

Glenn had already escaped, which was consistent with their previous plan.

Joshua's mood finally recovered a little, and he nodded lightly: "Okay, see you later."

......

Ten minutes later, the high-level S-class mecha driven by Glenn docked with the Forlan starship. Cauchy and Miranda stood side by side outside the mecha landing pad, and the two stood on each side, gazing at the number one in the empire. The admiral... not too flashy returns.

The nearby mecha soldiers shouted and hugged the ground to watch the legendary S-class mecha, and it seemed that the two generals who looked like nails were like a clear stream.

Glenn leaned on the simple retractable crutches in the mecha medical bag, walked through the crowd with difficulty, and walked slowly in front of the two, speechless for a moment: "...What's wrong with you two? Was beaten by Joshua?" gone?"

Miranda: "..."

Cosey: "...No, fight each other."

After learning the truth 24 hours ago, the only female admiral of the empire who was kept in the dark made an appointment with Cauchy. The two spent half the morning in the fighting room and punched each other twice in the eye sockets.

Counting carefully, the two generals seem to be the only two wounded who came to Lei Shixing this time...

"I'm sorry. I kept something from you." Glenn sincerely bowed down and apologized to Miranda.

Miranda blushed and said in a low voice, "It's okay, are you injured?"

"Well, a small injury, there may be a small problem with the left leg."

Cosy looked down at Glenn's left leg for a while, smiled distortedly, slipped the unlit cigarette from his lips into his hand again, and said in a low voice, "Trust me, you hurt me!" Well received, very well."

The chaos of 11 years has evaporated, and this time Glenn really understands.

The two looked at each other meaningfully.

——I want to break my legs anyway, it's better to be interrupted by others than to be interrupted by His Highness... right!

-TBC