From interstellar refugee to marshal's wife

The screen was cut off, and Jian Yang stopped whining now and quietly leaned against the wall to watch what was going on at the conference table.

Yan Shoumi and Lilith also sat quietly and looked at their noses, noses and mouths, and mouths and hearts.

President Bruce paused for a while, then turned to Secretary Yan: "Jian Yang's recording device can only record images, but no sound?"

Secretary Yan nodded in agreement: "Originally, because Jianyang has had a special physical condition since he was born, everyone knows that he has mental powers. The Jian family was afraid of making mistakes, so they made this immature technology into a portable accessory. He carries it.”

"The original intention was just to prevent him from having unexpected situations when his family didn't know about it. When he was sent to the hospital for treatment, he could check the cause and prescribe the right medicine."

Yan Shou secretly spread his hands: "The recording capacity of this little thing is also limited, and it will continue to be covered. The method of recording pictures is still trigger-type. No one knows whether it was recorded at that time? You can still see these pictures now. There is also an element of gambling. So we didn’t plan to use it at the beginning. Isn’t this the end of the road?”

"You can only treat a dead horse as a live doctor, let's take a gamble." Yan Shouzhi waved to the assistant behind him, and the assistant introduced him knowingly:

"This is a product developed by our Jane's Machinery Group to record the emergency situations of mecha pilots. It adopts a similar danger trigger mode and will only record when certain set conditions are met." A patent confirmation The cover was sent out, and the date of signature and release on it was indeed very long ago. The patent application number, master brain certification serial code, applicant... were all clear and unambiguous.

"Jian Yang's body is a second-generation product. Due to its age, the trigger conditions are more unstable than the latest generation of products, so we do not put all our hope in investigating the incident on this."

The assistant showed a business-like smile: "However, this patent of our group's new generation has been invested in the development of pilot safety in the mecha cabin. I believe that in the near future, in addition to the familiar 6 black boxes and 3 command collectors, the new model will "In addition to the three behavioral pattern analyzers, a recorder will be added to ensure and record the driver's safety in the cockpit."

Now that he can reasonably explain the source, President Bruce naturally doesn't want to get too hung up on the details. He immediately said: "Dear StarNet people, we need to hold an internal meeting. We will continue the live broadcast after half an interstellar hour and announce our opinions on how to deal with the incident."

The live broadcast was temporarily closed, and everyone present in the conference room or participating through video conferencing breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, when things have developed to the current state, it is clear at a glance what is right and what is wrong. An internal meeting is also held to collect opinions and make improvements.

Shirin was completely stunned at this time, just staying in the chair at the end of the conference table so quietly. No crying, no fuss, no sound, no movement. Four security guards stood around him halfway through the video to prevent any accidents.

President Bruce pointed at Shireen with sharp eyes: "Do you have anything to explain? Hand over the antidote to the escort team!"

Shirin remained silent with her head lowered.

"And that helper of yours! If you don't confess now, will it count as a meritorious service? And the group of forces that sent you in tonight!"

Shireen remained silent, but President Bruce's serious tone seemed to turn a deaf ear to him. He just raised his head and glanced at Jianyang in the corner, then lowered his head again.

"I won't shed tears until I see the coffin! Don't wait until you use special means. You won't get anything good by then." President Bruce was a little annoyed when he saw his stubbornness.

Others present at the meeting were particularly surprised as to why special measures were used? These have always been used by the Pluto Galaxy against traitors and enemies.

"I can't say anything during the live broadcast just now, for fear of causing panic. The methods used by the people who unknowingly sent people into our association tonight are very similar to those of the alien race, but the system was not damaged and it is not like the work of the alien race. This guy There must be something wrong!" He pointed directly at Shirin, who was in last place.

Mannia turned off the live broadcast with some annoyance, a great opportunity had passed away! Although my stomach was not up to expectations, there was no movement at all. But Shireen really succeeds more than fails!

She hurriedly entered the elevator and pressed floor X. She needed an adult to report it. Think carefully and don't let a mere Shireen affect the big things!

The door behind the X-floor screen opened, and another stranger was pressed against the dark floor by the masked man.

As soon as Mannia got out of the elevator, she heard the overwhelming sound that resounded throughout the entire floor. However, Mannia would not take these ants as playthings seriously at all. He knocked on the door frame with a beep, attracting the masked man's attention.

"It's Mannia~ Aren't you busy with the market and refusing to accompany me? What? Do you know that I'm jealous of someone else?" Although he was wearing a mask, the man was very malicious. The scream of the suppressed person almost broke the roof, and he was so charming that he started to show off to Mannia like a demonstration.

Mannia didn't take her seriously at all, and the words in her mouth were like venom: "Your son, husband, nephew... such a big family~ They all just entered the special production room. You still have the guts to show off in front of me. ?I heard that Karl was calling his mother until he died~"

He covered his nose with his right hand and snickered: "Yo yo yo, his mother, where do you have time to talk to him!"

He said respectfully to the masked man in a serious voice: "Sir, all the Karl family except her have been dealt with."

The man put on the bathrobe handed over by Mannia and sat down on the sofa slowly. He pointed with his toes to the woman who was slumped there: "Send this one to the reunion as well."

Mannia clapped her hands twice, and a man also wearing a mask came in. He took out a rope and dragged the woman down a few times.

"Sir, I heard that the wife of Captain Ka's family is the most beautiful woman in the entire market. Are you willing to just do this potion?" Mannia, who showed a probing look, was still afraid of someone shaking her position in the bottom of her heart.

The masked prince grabbed her waist and tore a large piece of her skirt. A secret garden was revealed, and the man's eyes were filled with excitement.

"You are still jealous! My Queen."

Mannia resolutely rejected the man this time, "It's business! Shireen failed. It's easy to cut off the clues about Karl and his family, but Shireen is still in their hands! If he is not strict with his words, we will be unlucky." ?”

"Don't worry, he can't say anything." The masked man was very busy raising and lowering his hands, coaxing Mannia proudly: "The DNA given to him came from the lowest members of our alien race. It was originally used on children, and he himself It will not be affected, and the DNA comparison will only show that the DNA is missing and cannot be compared. But he was so careful that he had to inject the abortion pill into his belly in a hurry."

"As long as he uses it, he will become a puppet. No one else can ask anything." The man gave Mannia a big kiss: "How is it? Are you still worried?"

Seeing that Mannia remained silent, she sighed: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. What do you think we should do?"

Mannia then smiled and nestled into the masked man's chest.

"I heard you say, my lord, that even the lowest member of your tribe can turn someone into a pile of stinking mud. How about letting him live broadcast turning him into mud in front of everyone on the All-Star Network~"