mech warriors have no love

It was early morning when we arrived at Delan Star.

A sweet electronic synthesizer sounded in the starship: "Thank you for taking the interstellar ship X-355. The starship has docked with the western port of Delan Star. The hatch has been opened. I wish you a pleasant journey."

The passengers who were embedded in the seats in all directions cheered up and cheered, one by one, like loaches picked out of the mud, they ran towards the hatch alive and kicking.

Although the alliance holds high the banner of democracy and calls every day that all people are born equal, these passengers who live on the most remote planets of the alliance can only come once, spend all their savings, appreciate the glory of the great alliance, and take some light back home , become a lifetime conversation piece.

The farthest border star doesn't even have a decent defense force, and the congressmen and the military will unconsciously ignore that area when discussing border defense. Jumping, poor things for countless generations... whoever is full and has nothing to do.

After everyone left, César got off the starship.

After leaving for a year, De Lan Xing has healed the wound of being almost knocked out of his hometown with his amazing recovery ability, and there is a brilliant and corrupt atmosphere of peace everywhere.

The communicator, which hadn't moved for a long time, suddenly beeped.

César looked down and saw that it was a letter from a stranger, using the most primitive text transmission method.

Welcome back.

Use a very coquettish font.

Red, lace, and bold...

César stared at it for three seconds before turning off the communicator.

Didn't he set up to reject incoming letters from strangers?

A mecha operator needs strong mental power, but a low-intelligence thing like a portable communicator does not need noble mental power at all.

If Micah is not half-dormant, of course he can easily query and protect the privacy of the communicator.

Just for a communicator, it is too extravagant to venture out in the hinterland of the alliance to solve technical problems for the little master.

Reality didn't give Césarle a chance to think for a while. Walking out of the crowd, a group of people was greeted in front of them. They were dressed as exquisitely as formal dresses, as if they were going to a circus for a dinner party.

The group of circus troupe walked up to César, and the leader gave him a shallow bow: "Your Excellency César, members of Parliament have been waiting for you for a long time."

When he approached, an indescribably sweet breath rushed straight to the top of the sky, as if sprayed with perfume.

César's scalp was numb, and he took a step back slightly suffocated, unable to understand the front end of the alliance fashion.

This group of people belonged to the parliamentary guard, not under the control of the military department. They usually fished for oil and water on Delan star. If they were placed in the empire period, they would be similar to the existence of the royal army, and they lived a very prosperous life.

When the newly-promoted Alliance Marshal was grounded on Delan Star, he was bored to practice the Royal Army. After playing for two days, he wrote a short review on his StarCraft personal blog:

I never thought there would be such a group of people, as moving as orangutans, as quiet as fleas, and fucking them would be better than fucking my bed.

The last sentence was so widely spread that even Cesare had heard it.

Orangutan fleas...

The corner of César's mouth curled, and he looked away: "I will go to see the congressmen later, and now I want to go home."

The captain of the guard was taken aback: "Members are waiting for you..."

César said lightly: "Then tell them not to wait, go back and have a good meal."

"...your father, Senator Lambert, is here."

Cesare: "He's back now, so we can have dinner together when I get home."

The captain of the guard couldn't understand César's obsession with eating, and his face darkened: "I'm sorry, since you are unwilling to cooperate, I can only use strong methods."

"According to Article 40 of the Union Human Rights Act No. [-], it is a crime to use violence against non-criminals. Even if there is no physical action, verbal threats are crimes." César hates wasting time with this group of people, "I can take you to court .”

The captain of the guard paused, exchanged glances with the others, and smiled: "I'm really sorry, I apologize for my slip of the tongue. But your mother is also in the parliament building. If you go home, you may miss it."

Hearing "Mother", César's lowered eyelashes moved, and he looked up coldly at him for a moment, no longer refusing, turned around and got on the hover car of the escort.

The captain of the guard also followed, and sat carelessly opposite César.

Cesare gave him a dark look.

If there is any emergency, he can make this idiot die three times in ten seconds.

The captain who was glanced at by him was not at ease.

After all, the name of César Leslie is familiar to the natives of Delan Star.

Although the empire was destroyed, there were still remnants of the old aristocratic forces, and even had a great say in the parliament.

When the empire was in jeopardy, these old aristocrats wisely abandoned the dark and turned to the bright, and made many contributions at the beginning of the establishment of the Democratic Union. The Leslie family is one of them.

But César's fame has nothing to do with his surname.

A year ago, when the enemy entered the Capital Planet, César was in front of the parliament building and killed the chairman's nephew with a few clean shots.

In front of the chairperson and fellow congressmen.

If this happened to someone else, it would be death penalty or permanent imprisonment. However, in such a magical place as the Parliament, it would be difficult for the ending to develop according to the normal trend.

The parliament often promotes unity, but secretly there are several forces that fight you to death, and although the chairman of the assembly has the most say...but who makes him a puppet.

Because of César's matter, after the war, the congressmen quarreled for three days and three nights, and it was not so lively even before the enemy entered Delan Star.

In the end, eight people got sick and five resigned.

However, when one congressman falls, thousands of congressmen stand up.

The final judgment is exile.

At that cusp, César sat in the prison, carefully tasted the new pastry invented by his stepmother, made a brief evaluation, and was exiled on a starship.

It was only a year before he was called back.

After the new ephemeris, human genes have evolved again, and the life span has doubled. In this era where the average life expectancy is five or six hundred years old, it is not very kind to be exiled for ten years after committing a crime, let alone only one year.

When the hover car arrived at its destination, there was a pleasant notification sound. César stood up, thought for a while, and took off the mask.

The black mask was taken off, revealing an indifferent and handsome face. The slightly long black hair was scattered on the cold and white side cheeks, black and white were distinct, which made people inexplicably startled.

The captain of the guard was taken aback.

César ignored him, straightened his clothes again, and took off his snow-white gloves, revealing a thin wrist and evenly long fingers.

It seems that humans and animals are extremely harmless.

The captain of the guard who raised his vigilance at the thought of his murder relaxed his heart, opened the car door, and said with a smile, "Please."

It's been a year, and I don't know what weird things she has invented.

I always water too much when watering the flowers. Those precious plants in the garden must have gone to see God...

Before stepping out of the car door, a bunch of messy thoughts popped up in Cesar's mind.

However, the moment his toes landed, his pupils shrank slightly.

In front of him is not the exquisite and tall alliance parliament building, but three mechs.

Even if it is not a large mecha, it is extremely hideous. The special material of the mecha glows with a cold light, and a chilling air rushes towards the face. When ordinary people see it, their legs will go limp.

While analyzing what was going on, César's body also took action.

Almost as soon as the other foot touched the ground, his hand was already on the wrist of the captain of the guard.

That was not a friendly gesture, because in the next moment, the poor captain's hand was folded behind his back, making a horrible clicking sound.At the same time, his neck was also caught by a huge force, and it was difficult for him to even breathe for a moment.

In less than two seconds, César had picked up the gun at his waist and pressed it on his head.

A few guards who got off the suspension vehicle at the back watched this scene in horror for fear that César would catch fire.

Today, with the continuous development of medical technology, even if the brain and heart are damaged, they can continue to be alive and kicking after timely treatment and proper recuperation.

However, if the brain and heart are seriously damaged or even shattered, all the medical cabin can do is to help repair it, and at least leave a whole body.

César raised his head and stared coldly at the mecha in front of him: "The iron rule of the Alliance Army is not to abandon any compatriots. Do you choose to let me go, or choose to abandon him?"

There was silence.

César looked around.

This is an abandoned factory, and there are surveillance stars everywhere. It is not easy to find such a desolate place.

The mecha in front moved, and the control cabin on the chest in the middle suddenly cracked open, revealing the gloomy young man inside: "Cesar, I just returned to Planet Teresa and it fell into my hands. I didn't expect it."

...Who are you?

César thought for a few seconds before he recognized who it was.

Encounter Road Narrow is the eldest nephew of the Chairman of the Council who was almost killed by suicide a year ago.

The development of medical treatment is too good, but it also has disadvantages, and it can always save the life of a scumbag.

César's eyes fell on the young man's right hand, which was directly blasted to pieces by him, and the current one should be a re-implanted prosthesis.

He smiled softly: "Ellis, people need to have a long memory, otherwise they are worse than animals."

Ellis shuddered at his laugh.

A year ago, when the enemy attacked Delan Star, he had just come off the banquet, half drunk, and was escorted back to the parliament building urgently, and saw a young woman he had taken a fancy to on the street before.

A few days ago, he almost got the person and took off his pants, but he was sprayed head-on and made his whole body weak, and he watched the person run away.

He ran into him again on his own territory, so of course he went up without hesitation and wanted to arrest him.

God knows that is actually César's stepmother who rarely shows up.

God knows that César and his stepmother are so fucking mother-child.

César, who rushed over, directly grabbed the guard's gun, kicked him to the ground, and fired more than a dozen shots in front of everyone.

Just memories from hell.

After breaking out in a cold sweat, Ellis suddenly realized that he had the upper hand now.

In today's era, mechs determine victory and defeat, no matter how powerful you are with your bare hands, it's useless.

Although there are people with extremely high mental thresholds who can snatch the control of other people's mechs, but... as we all know, César's mental threshold is very low.

The mental power is too weak, it is impossible to form a link with the mecha.

The only son of Councilor Lambert, who was known as the number one genius in the alliance back then, was not in good contact with mechs, and he did not know how many political enemies he entertained.

"Don't hold on." After Ellis figured it out, he felt that he was sure of winning, "Let go of the people in your hands, I'm just here for revenge, you shoot me a few times, I'll pay you back a few times—your stepmother She has a good figure and a very thin waist. She must be a slut on the bed with her clothes off. When your father dies, you will be very lucky."

Cesar looked at him coldly.

The mech controlled by Ellis slowly raised his hand: "Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't let him go."

The captain of the guard who was strangled and rolled his eyes widened his eyes, full of panic and disbelief.

Ellis knew well that too many words would lead to mistakes, so he controlled the mecha and was about to fire at César, when the mecha next to him suddenly staggered into him without knowing what kind of wind was blowing.

This collision was perfect, and Ellis turned his gun and "boomed" the other mech flying nearly [-] meters away.

Ellis was furious: "Idiot! What are you doing!"

"I..." The mech operator who bumped into him was extremely aggrieved, "I don't know... just suddenly shook."

Ellis scolded him a few words, and the guns turned back on César.

César remained indifferent.

History repeated itself again - the moment the gun was about to fire, Ellis's mecha turned uncontrollably and shot at the mecha that hit him just now.

With a muffled "bang", Ellis successfully blasted all the two escorting mechs around him into the air.

"..." Ellis suddenly turned his head and stared at César.

César said indifferently: "It seems that you have quite a lot of internal conflicts."

As soon as the words fell, the first mecha that was knocked into the air wobbled over and shot at Ellis.

Ellis was still in a daze. His mech was relatively advanced early on, with artificial intelligence, automatic dodge, and was blown away without embarrassment.

It's a pity that before he could stand still, the second mecha quickly fired at him, and the operator shouted with tears in his voice, "Master Ellis, it's not me, it's really not me!"

Someone with a very high mental threshold is teasing them!

Ellis, who was blown away, endured his anger, got up and let his brain scan the suspicious people nearby.

The mecha quickly replied: "Master Ellis, there is no suspicious person within ten miles. There is an unknown mecha approaching in the distance, and it is estimated that there are still 10 minutes... 5 minutes... 30 seconds... ten seconds... ..." It counted down quickly, but a few seconds had come to an end, "My lord, the other party has arrived."

César quickly withdrew his mental power, quietly pinched the man's neck and watched the situation.

When Ellis' mecha finished speaking, a cloud had already shrouded the sky.

It's a huge armor.

Mechs are also graded.

Ellis and his men were driving the simplest mechas. In the alliance that strictly controlled the mechas, even a rich and powerful child like him could only collect this kind of mechas.

The alliance had spent huge sums of money to dismantle and transform several high-level mechas left by the empire, analyzed the technology, and produced several highly intelligent heavy mechas—only the core figures of the parliament knew the exact number.

The silver mecha quietly stayed in mid-air, even if the whole picture could not be seen, it gave people a huge and heavy sense of threat.

César subconsciously touched Micah who had turned into a bracelet.

Fortunately, the mecha didn't stay in the air for too long, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The operator jumped down from the high control cabin and landed gracefully. The mecha also shrunk into a ring, which was casually put on by its owner.

César blinked, and when he saw this handsome man who looked like he was filming a movie, it was difficult for him to find an exact adjective.

He was clearly wearing the most orthodox military uniform of the alliance, and his body was standing upright, but his demeanor was extraordinarily sloppy, and there was even a naughty smile on his handsome face.

The shirt was tucked into the waistband of the trousers, perfectly showing the wide shoulders and narrow waist, and the military trousers stretched the two slender legs, all the way down, hidden in the military boots that stepped lightly on the ground.

Seeing the man's face clearly, Ellis almost fell out of the control cabin in fright.

The man's footsteps finally stopped between Cizer and the mecha.

Looking at the captain of the guard who was held hostage by Cizell, and then at the three mechas and a dozen guards with new injuries, he smiled heartlessly: "Are you having a party? It seems a little early."

Ellis left the mecha stiffly, but didn't dare to take a step forward: "You...why are you here?"

The man didn't look at him, but kept his eyes on César. It was natural and confident: "Someone took my people away, what do you think?"

César's expression was blank: "Who are you?"

The surroundings were silent for a moment.

Lancelot suspects that he is hallucinating.

After he took office as the Marshal of the Alliance, the parliament made a big publicity, and all the planets within the alliance showed the heroic appearance of the Marshal of the Alliance on the big screen.

If he hadn't stopped him, the trash cans on the street would have been made in the model of the Marshal, reminding pedestrians not to litter with a proud military majesty.

I haven't seen you for many years, and I have learned to lose my memory?

Lancelot looked deeply at Cesar: "Cesar."

He stretched out his hand, his voice was slightly nervous, but he laughed: "Long time no see. I'm Lancelot."

In the alliance, there are probably no less than [-] million people named Lancelot.

But on Teresa, only Lancelot could scare Ellis out of his wits.

César pretended to be in a daze, "So it's the Marshal... We know each other?"

—has he really forgotten?

Lancelot's smile broke in an instant, and the tension turned into a sense of absurdity: "We two know each other... We'll talk about it later. César, let go of the man in your hand, he's going to pass out."

César's face was indifferent, as if he didn't hear it.

Noticing that the poor captain who was held hostage was very close to César, Lancelot, whose mentality almost collapsed, frowned secretly, very upset: "How about holding me hostage, I am much more valuable than him."

Cesar looked at him warily.

Lancelot opened his hands: "Don't worry, I'm not carrying a weapon. You seem to have turned off the communicator, and you probably missed some news. Let me convey it."

"Second Lieutenant Cizer, starting today, you have been incorporated into the Marshal's Personal Guard." Lancelot winked at him mischievously, "...and set off with the Marshal to Star Ruth."

César's expression cracked for a moment.

At this very moment, Lancelot, who was lazily standing in front of him defenselessly, grabbed his hand and skillfully knocked on the numb tendon on his elbow, taking advantage of César's slight relaxation , successfully rescued the captain and kicked him aside.

By the way, he sent himself to César's arms with great sacrifice.

The two were very close, and after a few hand-to-hand fights, Lancelot suddenly gave up resistance, put his arms around César's waist shamelessly, and let him press the cold muzzle of the gun on his head, looking down at him, He smiled and said, "It's quite strong... Do you want to shoot?"

The author has something to say: César: bang!

End.

There will be explanations for dreams and forgetting Lancelot!Don't worry!

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