Therapy Planet No. 13

Angel's words are already obvious.

She not only wants to let herself live, but also let others around her live.

Each of the people who came out of Planet 13 is itself a piece of a secret jigsaw puzzle. Dispersing only leaves more and more mysteries, and only when they are gathered together, can the complete truth be pieced together gradually.

Although this truth is inextricably linked from the beginning of underground human trafficking to the later military weapons, it seems that now it is not only the participation of Almi, the federal government on Almi may be the final decision maker.

If they were serious about it, they might have inadvertently touched on a major political project.

"Oh? Why should I believe what you said is true?"

Although Lucas asked this question, his eyes really became serious.

Angel shook his head: "I can only say that you will regret giving up the pieces of this puzzle - as for whether it is true or false - it is our business whether you say it or not, it is your business whether you believe it or not. Since you are all here After so many years of wandering in the Star Territory, I don’t need to talk about such a simple truth, right?”

As soon as she finished speaking, He Xiangbin, who had been silent, said, "Mr. Tang, the Federation is using the military to conduct large-scale human experiments."

After saying this, it stopped abruptly.

Angel was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to release her cards so quickly, but she reacted immediately.

The "bug man" was brought by Lucas, and to a certain extent, it is also a kind of human experiment, so things with the same name will only increase Lucas's curiosity.

As long as the curiosity of the other party is aroused, everything will be much easier:

What kind of human trials is the federal government doing? What is a large law? How long have you been doing it? For what purpose? How powerful is it? Is it for military use against the enemy? …

As long as there is a central point, then one question will be linked to another, and the question will expand infinitely. The more information is released, the speculation surrounding it will only increase, just like an expanding circle, the surface touches The space will only gradually expand.

The more the interrogator wants to know the answer, the less he will do it to them.

Lucas glanced at He Xiangbin in amazement. He didn't expect that a little-known person would dominate the conversation in an instant.

But this sentence also made him dispel his previous judgment a little - Angel seemed to be the leader of this group, but it was only appearance.

It's really like what Angel said, the four people present are just travel companions who met halfway, and they have different information. The leaders and affiliations before each other are far less deep than he guessed.

Lucas didn't quite believe what He Xiangbin said.

People can do anything to survive.

Lying in order to survive or telling the truth is 50/50.

If he is serious, then whether it is a major secret or weakness of the federal government or Almy Star, it is a big boost for the rebels;

If it's false, then they'll waste their time on pointless things, just to increase their chances of survival.

But it is not unreasonable to tell the truth in order to fear that the world will not be in chaos, or because of previous encounters with the government, or to use half-truths to make a stumbling block for oneself.

Angel sat on the high stool, the cloth was wrapped around her fingertips, one end was tightly held in the palm of her hand, and the other end was constantly dangling in a circle in the air, indescribably loose.

Even though she is in a weak position, she has a kind of arrogance that she has a chance to win.

When making eye contact with Lucas, the spark can almost be erased.

It is a pity that Angel's opponents are not ordinary people. People in high positions have always been accustomed to taking the situation into their own hands, whether they are gentle or fierce.

It is nothing more than the difference between the obvious and the hidden.

Lucas stared at Angel's eyes and smirked: "Before you came here, the life system on our starship has done basic body function detection scans for you."

"You haven't eaten for a long time, and your physiology is abnormally weak. If I don't give you food, you will first of all collapse and die from lack of water."

Angel stared at the strap in his hand, and couldn't help but think of the night when Fini died, the days when she hid in the pile of corpses and survived on blood and human flesh.

The soldiers were indiscriminately swept away. The planet they lived in was not the central star field, but those that were completely marginal galaxies were better.

Although there are often some wandering gangsters who live by robbing and robbing their homes, they are only limited to the vicinity of the slums. The middle-class like them with small assets in the family can be considered to have no worries about food and clothing.

The turning point of the story happened one summer.

Soldiers in military uniforms stopped at Xinggang in the name of "suppressing bandits" and went door-to-door to arrest people.

After the slum area is searched, the ordinary residential area is searched. After the residential area is searched, the search is carried out to the rich area.

Relying on the relevant laws and regulations issued by the federal government, they were executed one by one. It was said that there were rumors that the gangsters were sheltered by the local residents. Anyone who was found to be sheltered would be executed as the same crime.

As the search neared her home, Feeney pushed her into an abandoned garbage pipe, telling her to escape as far as possible and never come back.

Gunfire, cannon fire, burning flames, the stomping of military boots from the masonry, and the high spires of the church towers of the Tower of Babel.

Every family was searched, and every family was a "cover up criminal", and everyone, except her, was not spared.

She hid herself among the dead, and was shot through the abdomen by the uneasy soldier, but she miraculously endured it, merged herself with the corpse, and successfully deceived everyone.

The carnage that pervaded the entire planet continued for a whole month.

She survived a whole month on blood and human flesh.

At first she didn't understand why an entire planet would cover up gangsters.

Later, she didn't realize until almost the same thing happened a second time: the purpose of the military was not gangsters at all, but the massacre was unlikely. Although the Armies were belligerent, they were not killing innocent berserkers, going from house to house. There is only one possible situation in door-to-door—

They were instructed to search for something.

"I'll have someone prepare food for you."

Lucas suddenly turned the conversation. The previous power seemed to be just an illusion. He instructed with the attitude of treating high-level guests: "I hope you can like the special food in the star region on the northeastern edge."

The base camp of the Liberty Alliance has long been no secret in the Northeast, but there has been no movement in recent years—at least not until Angel entered No. 13—

After the war that year, the federal government was established, and human beings quickly occupied parliamentary seats under the banner of "inclusiveness and diversity". Although non-human life also accounted for a part, the overall proportion was far less than that.

The military influences politics, and the policy then counteracts development.

More and more non-human beings are being ostracized by social resources, both overtly and covertly. Thousands of years have passed, and many non-human beings have broken up with the federal government and stood on the opposite side of it, thus being entrenched in the freedom of the Northeast. drawn by the alliance.

Born in the Northeast Star Region, it is not surprising that the starship brings a few chefs who can make Northeast flavors.

This is considered a temporary cooperation agreement.

Angel's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

She jumped off the high stool and gave Lucas a big smile: "It's much better than the dark cuisine that I stayed at on the 13th with no raw materials."

After Angel finished speaking, he hummed a song and led the others to turn around and leave.

"The restaurant is here."

The guards at the gate saw that they had changed from "humble prisoners" to "dignified guests" in just one conversation. They didn't dare to neglect them at all, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"No, we have our own eyes." Angel returned with a smile.

In the end, He Xiangbin noticed that the guard's face was not very good-looking, and hurriedly came out to smooth things out: "Sorry, we have been detained for a long time, and we are not in a good mood, please understand. I have written down the internal structure diagram of the starship, don't bother already."

The guard's expression eased a little, and he caught a glimpse of Lucas out of the corner of his eye. After obtaining the consent of his superiors, he let the group of people leave with confidence.

***

It has to be said that any leader—whether it is an official canonization or a character like the self-proclaimed King of the Mountain—everything the "leader" eats must be at the highest level within his ability.

Angel put down the knife and fork in his hand and burped with satisfaction.

The steak was directly transmitted from the farm in the outer northern star field. The chef slaughtered it on the spot in front of her, and the trickle of blood stained a whole white handkerchief.

Lucas is very open to their authority, and most of the activity area of ​​the entire starship can come and go freely, and anyone's requirements for them are also anything and everything.

But in fact, only they knew in their hearts that the so-called special treatment was nothing more than senior prisoners.

The specific compromise process between Angel and Lucas was handed over to He Xiangbin to discuss the whole process.

She still doesn't like negotiation, so it's better to leave it to someone who is better at talking.

The final agreement between the two parties was that Angel cut the intelligence into ten pieces—one piece was released every two hours. Twenty hours later, it was just the time when Lucas crossed from the transition point of Almi Star to the public star field. That is to say, by then, a few people will be completely free.

On the other hand, Lucas may have the power to control the lives of Angel and the others, so the information will be released without fear, and he promised to tell them the reason for the battle when the battle with Armie reaches the end.

"Only conditional."

This is what He Xiangbin relayed to Ingres: "He wants us to join the Liberty Alliance, and more precisely, he wants you to — work for him."

Angel had just returned from watching Lu Yi from the medical cabin at that time. She held onto the door rail and rolled her eyes: "Don't even think about it."

After speaking, Angel yawned to express that he was bumpy all the way, he was too tired and had to rest for a while.

Before going to bed, Lucas found Angel.

"I was serious."

"No talk."

"You and Army Star have a big holiday," Lucaston paused. "Our interests are the same."

He interrupted Angel's momentum to speak: "I know that people who don't stay don't like to be instructed, so we can cooperate. You will get a seat in the Liberal Union, or simply treat my task as a non-stay. A single task - you think about it."

Angel was silent.

At this time, a medical staff came in with a tray and a needle.

Angel knew this medic, and she was one of the medics responsible for transporting Lui from the Almi starship.

"Wipman." Angel greeted familiarly, "What is this?"

Wippman is a typical blond girl. She is not very old. She just graduated from medical school this year. Because her parents died in the border war, she was raised by the Liberty Alliance since she was a child, so she came to play here after graduation.

"...Yes... the captain asked me to bring it to you." Wippman glanced at Lucas quietly.

Angel looked at him.

"Sleeping pills."

Lucas nodded, indicating that Wippman can be ready to start the infusion, "Sorry, I have something to discuss next, to be safe, you'd better lose consciousness before I finish."

He even smiled apologetically: "Thank you for your cooperation."

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