crazy cat angel

Capital Star 217-X Area Shipyard

The starships were parked neatly, and General Osmond, the star of the empire, brought some of his subordinates to the Capital Star Research Institute for the top secret of the empire.

After going through a complicated scanning and security check, he was invited into a secret laboratory full of sophisticated instruments, and he was the only one.

In the laboratory, the most eye-catching thing is the giant glass cover in the center. Inside, you can see a big bed and a person sitting on it obediently. Osmond is not sure what the glass cover is for, or Experimental needs?Or just a cage?

He walked over, and the figure in the glass cover became clearer and clearer. The information available so far is that it was a male experimental subject, with a slender body shape, not thin, with well-proportioned texture on the exposed arms, and half-length golden hair. yellow hair.

One more step.

No, maybe it's not golden yellow. Forgive him for not being so strict in distinguishing colors. He can only describe it as lighter and softer than golden yellow, and even platinum golden in some angles.

In short, against the background of the pile of silver, white and gray equipment, the color really stands out.

Osmond stood in front of the glass cover, and the male experimental subject was sitting with his back facing him. He was guessing that the sound from the outside world might not be able to pass in, but suddenly, the person inside the cover jumped and stood upright in front of him. Close, if you ignore the transparent barrier.

At the first glance, Osmond's guess about his elegant appearance was overturned. With his deep eyebrows and eyes, there was a mixed feeling of coldness and provocation when looking at people. Thin lips add a little more danger.

Liang Bo, that's probably what he was talking about.

The person in the cover looked at Osmond, smiled, and then lightly licked the glass cover in front of him.

His skin was abnormally white, but the tip of his tongue was bright red. When he poked out that small piece of tongue, Osmond seemed to see a poisonous snake spit out its letter.

Osmond was sure he smelled poison, through the glass cover.

"You have seen your target, General Osmond."

An inappropriate voice came from behind, and a man with gray hair and well-dressed approached. He was the custodian of the empire's top secrets and the head of the entire research institute, Kaden.

Osmond raised his eyebrows, "So the weapon with the highest level of danger refers to him."

Carden understood what he meant, and didn't rush to explain. He walked to the operating table and opened the glass cover.

"Kitty, come out."

Kitty?Is this a prank or a joke?

The experimental subject who did have a certain dangerous aura jumped down nimbly and briskly, stretched his waist a lot, and the loose experimental undershirt fell to one shoulder.

He was barefoot, and he stepped on the ground with a shocking whiteness and fragility, but his steps were not slow, and he stopped in front of Caden with a little joy.

The next moment, Osmond saw that Kitty stretched out his slender and ambiguous fingers and scratched Caden's chin. Like a master caressing his little pet, Caden raised his head slightly in cooperation. head.

"Kitty, this is the person who will be in charge of guarding you." Caden smiled and turned his attention to Osmond.

Seraphim turned to hold Caden's cheek, pushed him aside, walked up to Osmond, and raised his hands exaggeratedly, "Wow..."

"I hope we can get along well, dear General Osmond." The expression was impatient, just like his perfunctory tone.

Osmond felt that his respiratory system was beginning to be damaged by toxins, and invisible things bound his trachea and lungs, giving him the illusion that his heart beat faster due to lack of oxygen.

"I hope so too."

After the dangerous goods were handed over, Osmond led the restless one out of the research institute. Carden wanted to send it another way, so he followed.

During the time of arranging the starship, Caden called Osmond aside, as if to teach the breeding guide.

Under the watchful eye of Osmond's subordinates, the Seraphim wandered around boringly in the 1×1 square he had designated himself.

That's not a fun game, obviously.

Suddenly, he picked up the thin cloth on his body, which could not even be called clothes, and walked to the center of the group of subordinates.

"You guys look very cool, can I share one?" asked innocently and politely.

His baggy lab coat was pulled, and only half of it was stuck around his waist, revealing his thin and well-proportioned waist. He then raised his hand, as if to show off his new masterpiece.

The motive seems to be very simple, but in the eyes of these soldiers, they have to be a little moved.

Accompanied by fiery eyes, whistles came one after another.

"Of course, but you need to take it off yourself, and you can take off as much as you want." One person smirked and pulled his neckline and shook it, obviously provocative.

Upon hearing this, the Seraphim walked directly to the one who spoke, and immediately unbuttoned his coat.

Slowly across the chest, the fingers flicked over the Adam's apple from time to time, an ambiguous color stained the soldier's not-so-white skin, just as he was moving, Seraphim's hands were clasped together, and the whole body was slightly covered. Urgently pressed on the shell of an armored car.

"Man...you look so tempting right now."

"Haha, what's on your body also looks very attractive..." The low breath lingered in the ear.

The seraphim wrapped his arms around his neck and groped him wantonly. There was a little innocence in the bold act, which gave birth to a different kind of temptation.

The air seemed to be filled with some kind of unknown toxin, and the breath suddenly became thicker, and the people pressed against the armored vehicle like zombies smelling blood.

Half a minute later, the turmoil began, and the quiet and orderly shipyard was interrupted by some kind of disordered anomaly.

It started with the sound of explosions, followed by the clatter of shattered limbs falling to the ground, and ended with happy laughter.

Seraphim smiled flamboyantly. He held a new type of particle laser tube in his hand, like a little boy who just got a toy. He was excitedly developing how to play the toy. Wherever he went, blood and flesh flew everywhere. , Even the armored vehicle was blown away.

"Hahaha……"

When Osmond came to the shipyard after listening to Kaden's lengthy instructions, he saw a blood feast. His subordinates were slaughtered by that delicate Kitty, and that's not all, the exhausted laser tube Facing him, behind the empty launch port, a hooked red and thin lips parted.

"Boom~"

The smell of poison is more obvious.

Osmond recalled the conversation he had had with Carden a few minutes earlier.

"Maybe I'm allowed to know the species of the hazard, Dr. Caden?"

"Angel, the last angel of the empire."

In Interstellar 2333, General Osmond brought home an angel full of the smell of a mad cat and began his career as a guardian.