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92: 92 92: 92 Wait, who are you?
I didn’t do anything to save the marshal except shine a light.
I just want to live happily in this cute little confinement room.
The Commander looked at the unexpected visitor before him while following the marshal’s advice, looking indifferent and calm, and thinking about his best response.
In the interstellar environment, the variety of races served has led to an incomprehensible complexity in the names of soldiers, many of which couldn’t even enter into mechas for binding.
For statistical and administrative purposes, the military has reformed universe-wide two hundred years ago.
Each soldier was no longer registered with his or her original name in the military but was given a unique number.
A genius like the Commander, who has surged to the top, was called the Commander of the First Army.
Yet, it was clearly his real name that the visitor was asking about.
The Commander raised his head in thought, his eyes swept several times on the strange politician in suit and leather shoes in front of him, who he was itching to put the words “I am the villain” on his head.
In all fairness, the Commander was very popular before he had encountered the marshal’s wife tearing down the table.
Although he was in the confinement room, there were still many loyal colleagues who came to visit and shared the news from outside.
For example, the Supervision Department, which always troubled them, finally closed down due to a lack of funds.
Also, His Excellency the Marshal actually asked for fifty-five days of vacation.
Another example is that because the marshal took such a long leave and the Supervision Department went bankrupt, there were hundreds of reports piling up and no one took care of them.
But such good news was almost turned into bad news.
At that time, when he saw that pure black mecha floating in the tide of ice armored beasts with injuries and the light dimmed after flickering for a few times in vain, the Commander almost cried himself into a fountain.
Seeing that, Marshal’s wife turned on the synaesthesia mode, and rushed into the ice armored beasts, floating and drifting to see blood… He was extremely airsick at that time so the impression was really not that deep.
But the Commander still knew very well that if Lu Chiqiu hadn’t forcibly rushed over, their marshal would probably have been smashed into the sand belt.
The patron saint of Thorin, the one who has won every battle, the one who has forged the walls of the empire on his own, the one who does not hesitate to lend a helping hand to a young man who wanders on the streets and offends him, the one who has defended countless people with strength and determination.
Almost falling to the edge of a galaxy without even assistance because of a simply unfathomable intelligence failure.
This should never have happened in the first place.
The Commander couldn’t help but furrow his brows.
The fact that intelligence would miss the mark to such an outrageous degree, that the marshal came close to not making it back at one point, and that the marshal’s wife was about to be taken away for investigation, suggested that someone at the top was indeed targeting their marshal.
According to the almost overturned situation of the Minister of Supervision at that time, it was clear that the threatened scene which only twenty or so army commanders knew about was leaked out, indicating that there were already traitors among the army commanders.
With hostility at the top and a mole at the bottom, he, as First Army Commander, should be brave enough to take responsibility at a time like this.
He should use this excellent opportunity to infiltrate the enemy, conceal the situation from the outside, and return a clean military department to the marshal.
Without a doubt, you can’t just give out your real name like that.
Having seen a number of old interstellar movies on the streets as a young boy, the spirit of espionage burned inside the First Army Commander’s heart, and he immediately made up a solid fake name without moving a muscle, rising lightly with one hand and flashing a standard elegant fake smile at the man in front of him.
“Hello, my name is Liang Tiezhu.” The most stringent requirement in the military was a strong sense of combat and quick decision making which always came first.
This series of mental activities of the First Army Commander took only a few seconds, and the visitor, oblivious to them, casually responded, “Very well, Liang–” The First Army Commander’s gaze burned.
…
“Commander Liang.” The visitor took a deep breath and changed his address to something less difficult to say, “You should know me so I won’t introduce myself meaninglessly.
We need your help with something.” Commander Liang: ….
The other side undoubtedly overestimated the level of interest in politics among the military; the most they could remember was what the Minister of Supervision looked like, or being able to punch someone in the sack late at night.
In fact, it was not very clear to the Commander who the other side was, what their status was, and what department they belonged to.
The Marshal was still on a blissful holiday of ignorance, and the Commander, who had the important task of guarding the military headquarters, felt a sudden increase in pressure.
“It’s about Gu Gui’s little omega.” The strange politician, oblivious to the infinite struggle inside the Commander’s mind, simply pulled out his handkerchief haughtily and wiped his hands as he continued to speak.
“We know he’s far above the average omega, and apart from Gu Gui, you’re the one who’s spent the longest time with him.
We want to know all weaknesses he has that we can exploit.” The omegas and alphas have a natural gulf between them.
An omega has shown great prowess by kidnapping a military commander with double S physical and mental strength and saving the marshal by grabbing the mecha and scaring away the ice armor beasts – it was something they would rather die than believe.
In the politicians’ opinion, it must be that Gu Gui left something to protect his spouse when he left or took some kind of medicine that could briefly improve his health – as for that omega, at most, being able to sit in a mecha and participate in voyages and battles without getting hurt was already considered unusually outstanding among omegas.
Gu Gui was a hard bone that cannot be gnawed or thrown away.
In addition, with the emperor’s protection, even the Minister of Supervision was under house arrest and couldn’t even send out a message so this was the only way to deal with it.
Like starting with the omega he holds so dearly.
Gu Gui wouldn’t be able to stay at home all day.
If they could find a way to kidnap the omega and control him with drugs or put him under house arrest, it would probably be much easier to get Gu Gui to do anything then than it is now.
The whole plan was perfect, all that was missing was the crucial link of the First Army Commander.
To add to the appeal, the politician deliberately lowered his voice and drew a big pie for the brat who was supposedly picked up from the slums.
“Gu Gui’s mecha is being repaired and will be retrofitted with quite a few new features.
If you help us take care of him, that mecha is yours–” In fact, it wasn’t really a lie – after Gu Gui was taken care of by them, someone has to take his position.
In terms of hard power, the First Army Commander was currently the second person in the entire Empire right after the Marshal.
In an interstellar era where cutting-edge individual combat power was the main focus, supplemented by legionary tactics, the First Army Commander should take over the position after Gu Gui in any case.
This was the real reason why they are willing to take the risk of coming into contact with him now.
No matter what, taking the initiative to befriend the future marshal and putting him up early was quite tempting for them, especially for forces that were fighting each other tooth and nail.
While these things were all clear to almost everyone in political circles, the military may not have this keen political awareness.
Not to mention a young man with no origins, who at one point was on the streets and had only been in the military for a decade or so.
The lure of a top-end mecha would probably be enough to make the other side work for them.
With a confident smile, the politician lifted his jaw slightly and surveyed the Commander, who was staring in disbelief and stomping backward in front of him in the shape of “The Scream”.
That’s right.
How many soldiers can say no to a cool mecha that costs hundreds of billions of star dollars which is loaded with all the Empire’s high-end martial techniques and can fight and be tough?
The First Army Commander: …
This man was going to get him out of the warmth and safety of his confinement and back into the gloomy and scary house which he was afraid to live in because the marshal had given it to him.
Also, gonna give him that horrifying mecha!
So horrible and so ugly that he could have nightmares for three nights just by looking at it, the big broken mecha that looked like a deformed Transformer that had failed!
The First Army Commander was so scared he was going to take off.
“Look, if you cooperate with us, everything will be yours.” The politician’s smile deepened as he raised his hand to hold his shoulders and continued to patiently follow his lead.
“Just tell us his weaknesses and I can let you out now.
Just try to avoid outsiders, and once it’s done, everything will be fine–” “Okay… I’ll say.” Under the politician’s keen gaze, the Commander clenched his teeth and pondered for a long time before finally speaking with determination.
“Actually, our marshal’s wife can’t fight at all, and he likes to cry very much.
He burst into tears when he was a little angry, and he couldn’t stop his tears.” He cried while dismantling the table with his bare hands into the state where it could not be fixed anymore.
“Still weak and delicate, he couldn’t even unscrew the cap of the mineral water bottle, and I helped him unscrew it before he drank the water.” At that time, it was he who was wringing the mineral water bottle when the marshal’s wife threw him into the mecha by grasping the collar of his clothes.
He was so frightened that he spilled a large part of the mineral water.
“Likes cute things, his spirit is one of those soft little green vines.
Get a nice little pot to put it in, and it might plant itself in later.” It is not certain whether it will transform after planting, but once it transforms into its ultimate state, it will probably scare the ice-armored beasts to tears and flee away from it that they cannot be stopped.
The Commander was telling the truth, and the lie detector on the politician’s light brain always lit up with the green light.
He looked increasingly pleased, obviously not knowing the exact facts in the slightest and only being able to speculate on the plot development through artificial descriptions.
It seemed that the Ministry of Supervision, which the mole colluded with, has not only collapsed but also had been silenced by His Majesty the Emperor’s efforts.
Seeing everything was going well, the Commander, not at all flustered, took a deep breath of determination and added a final note.
“Although our marshal is very fond of his wife, people who are soldiers, after all, do not have a careful mind and often lose things carelessly.
There was one time he even left his wife alone in the virtual training room mecha, fortunately, I stopped in time…” I shouldn’t brag too much.
The Commander stopped talking, glanced at the steady green light on the politician’s lie detector, and put his head down to continue his nonsense.
“… It should be the same at home.
Plus, with the marshal’s day-to-day affairs, even on holiday, he has to deal with official business at home, often staying in his study for a whole day.
The marshal might not even find out about it until two days after you stole the man, right?” Bullshit!
Our marshal can’t wait to hug his wife!
According to the latest battle reports from the front, the two men had their mental shields on for three days and nights from the roof to the garden to the bedroom!
More than ten of His Majesty’s small numbers have been blacklisted!
The Commander’s face was calm and cool, knowing what he was saying, and the corners of his mouth tensed haughtily in a very faint, cold curve.
This was probably a case of irrepressible joy at seeing the hope of the Marshal’s downfall.
The politician instantly understood his scowl, passing him a knowing and meaningful glance and a small smile as well.
He nodded his head to signal the droid squire behind him to open the door.
“Well, thanks for your cooperation, you can go out from here.” The Commander took a few cautious steps forward and, under the politician’s encouraging gaze, finally took a tentative step out of the confinement cell, his form trailing into a streak of light before disappearing under the free sunlight.
Then he crashed back into his office, set up a triple mental barrier, turned on the electromagnetic interference, turned on the silent shield, went into the tent with the little yellow stars on a blue background, and pulled out the emergency contact communication device.
“Marshal, someone is trying to kidnap Madam!
Go and fight him!” ❊ In the warm villa, firmly wrapped in bloodthirsty vines, Gu Gui put down his emergency communicator, a sullen color flickering in his eyes.
Rubbing his lover’s short, soft hair wrapped in little peckerwood curls, Gu Gui leaned down with a smile and let him give him a kiss on the cheek, watching with satisfaction as the shadow of a smile melted away in his dark eyes.
The giant eagle transformed from his spiritual power roared up in the wind and drew a black silhouette in the clear blue sky.