black queen hypothesis

Everyone looked at the emotional Minister of Security, and Union felt that Bacall's head must have been flooded. "That's right, after being caught, Quinn didn't make any noise and seemed to have accepted his fate, but this kind of cooperation may not necessarily continue to the matter of rigidly assigning a sentinel to combine with him! As a member of the empire, why should he Willing to combine with a Federation Sentinel, whoever it is?"

Ilea rarely took his side. "Taking a step back, the combination needs to stop injecting guide inhibitors; and if Quinn's guide ability is restored, who can guarantee that he will not resist?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a deathly silence on the long table.Because there is a loophole in this rhetorical question, the answer is obvious—only their young and promising Mr. President, the legendary Chief Sentinel of the Federation who is close to the level of the Dark Sentinel, Silvio Alva.

...Any sentinel will do, not the president!

After receiving those apologetic or cryptic gazes, Silvio's face remained calm.

Basically, Union and Elijah voiced his first two worries.And the third point is also the scariest point—he has a feeling that he has never said, that Quinn seems to be captured on purpose in the end; it's not that someone can escape from him, at least the other party didn't try his best to resist.If this speculation is true, then their reaction may have been expected, and now they are being led by the nose without knowing it.

It might have been prudent to worry about a prisoner's trap, but Silvio believed that unprecedented caution was necessary against an enemy whose strength was unprecedented until the last moment.

Mr. Vice President skipped over the last chapter with great discernment. "It's a good idea, but I don't think it's feasible," he said, with vague reassurance in his tone. "Even if Quinn agreed, people would think we forced him. It would affect the image of the federal government."

This allowed Ilea to regain her judge instinct. "It doesn't comply with federal law either." She said, tapping the table rhythmically with one finger, "Even a war criminal has the right to appeal for himself. And if Quinn goes to court, he will never claim to be forcibly combined with the sentry It's what he expected."

The Speaker of the House of Representatives also shook his head. "If these words are released, the two courts will quarrel for three years and there will be no results."

"Since you say so," Bacall shrugged slightly, as if he didn't care that his proposal was rejected by all the others, "I'd like to hear about a better way."

There were so many obstacles in assigning Quinn a sentry, let alone killing him.Seeing that there were already three objections—there were seven members of the Federal Post-war Ad Hoc Committee—Heathcote was very breathless. "We have suffered a heavy loss. Do we have to keep the culprit forever with good food and drink? This is too cheap for him!"

Several people looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

The scene was embarrassing, and Silvio took the initiative to clean up the mess—he brought up a new topic—“How is Quinn doing?”

"It's still the same." Union replied, rather resentfully, "If you want me to say, you may have a better life than us." He waved his hand, and a translucent three-dimensional suspended projection immediately appeared in the center of the long table——

In the almost empty pure white room, a person was curled up at the foot of the bed.He lowered his head, his black hair was in a mess, and his thin shoulder blades protruded clearly under the thin white prison uniform.

Looking at it this way, I really can't tell that they are living better than them... A few people were muttering in their hearts, when they saw the man raised his head, revealing a face that could never be mistaken.

Just like what Heathcote said, Vilas Quinn looks seven points like Queen Neferti.Considering that the queen has the stunning beauty recognized by the world, and even has the title of "the most beautiful queen in history", it is natural for Quinn's appearance to catch everyone's eyes.

But there was a void in those beautiful eyes, as if nothing could get in.Three months of isolation from the world made it impossible for everyone to see his amazing lethality in the final battle, and it seemed that only his body survived.

Silvio frowned imperceptibly. "what happened?"

"I swear we fed him enough," Union said disgustedly, "but he can only eat a little at a time. He's more interested in sleeping than eating. Plus," he spread his hands , "Everyone knows what's going on with inhibitors." And the amount they injected into him was enough to bring down ten super s-level guides.

Except for Heathcote, who clenched his fists and showed anger in his eyes, the others felt that Quinn was not in good condition, but inhibitors were the best way to not leave scars.

As if to help them get rid of this untimely and useless pity, the eyes of the inmates suddenly came into focus.His eyes seemed to pass through the deep ground apart, and he knew that there were seven people staring at him.He opened his mouth and laughed silently, almost facing Silvio—

"Kill me if you can."

Almost at the same time, a huge black Rottweiler suddenly jumped onto the table and barked angrily at the projection.Several people were startled, and then they recognized Heathcote's spiritual guide, and Heathcote stood up uncontrollably. "Fulfill him! Let him apologise with death!" He slapped the table and roared angrily.

Although neither the Vice President nor the Speaker of the House of Representatives could see the dog, they felt the invisible pressure, and their faces began to turn pale.

As the only guide in the post-war committee, Ilea hurriedly opened a mental barrier to isolate the two of them from the sudden and sharp needle prick.

"Fix your barriers, Commander." Silvio warned in a deep voice.

Hearing the word barrier, Heathcote's expression seemed to have been poured with cold water.Realizing that he had crossed the line, he couldn't help casting awkward glances at the Vice President and Speaker of the House who were innocently involved. "……Feel sorry."

Union was so intimidated that he still hadn't recovered, while Bacall was reclining on the high armchair with his hands folded over his chest, motionless. "Whether it's a threat or a provocation," he nodded towards Union slightly, "it seems that the Minister of Security is right."

... Killing Quinn is the right choice?

Everyone's eyes focused on Silvio again.The number of post-war committees is an odd number, and theoretically it is not easy to have a stalemate between five and five.Now three to three tie, it depends on what the president means.

But Silvio hasn't made a final decision yet. "Come here first today." He paused directly.

When the meeting was over, Heathcote was the first to rush out.He had just been irritated out of control and really needed some neutralizers to stabilize his nerves.Ilea intends to continue placating the Vice President and the Speaker, while Union has business to attend to.

There were only two left at the end.

"Quinn must stay with us, dead or alive." Walking under the high arcade leading to the President's Office, Bacall expressed his position bluntly.

Silvio glanced at him and said nothing.

"He can't go back to the empire. If he becomes emperor..." Bacall lowered his voice, very serious, "Sylvio, he will make everyone bow down obediently, including the opposition; a unified empire, It is the confidant's henchman."

Silvio thought for a while longer. "When you said 'everyone', including me?"

"Oh, of course I'm not talking about you." Bacall immediately denied, "If there is anyone who can stand up to Quinn, it must be you, without a doubt. But again, you'd better not take that risk."

There is a natural reason for Bacall to say such things——

The agents of the intelligence department found Quinn's special neutralizer in the palace, and the taste was almost exactly the same as Silvio's pheromone.Considering that the time and money spent on special neutralizers are astonishing, if Kui En is not a real prince, why would the emperor do such a thankless thing?

If the rest of the Federation knew that the pheromones of the two were 100% compatible, then they would definitely want to kill Quinn to avoid future troubles; princes.

And no matter what it is, it will make Silvio's situation more difficult-who made these two problems have something to do with him?

"I didn't say anything about the two things," Bacall said, and patted his boss and friend's arm, "but it's impossible to hide it forever. Make up your mind before then, Silvio."

Silvio stood still and watched Bacall turn and leave.Then he looked to the side of the arcade, the mirror-like lake outside reflected the swaying sun and sky, his lips slowly tightened.After the people disappeared, he turned on another road.

It didn't take long for Vilas to realize that he had the expected visitor, even though the room seemed unchanged. "Mr. President?" he whispered. "Is hiding your new style?"

A pure white curved wall turned transparent in response.Silvio stood behind, his expression obscured by the dimly lit background. "Whoever approaches you will be found?"

"It used to be like this, but now it's just you." Vilas chuckled. "You know why."

Silvio said nothing.Before the Federation and the Empire went to war, he had only met this man once from afar.Social etiquette requires the sentinel guides to strictly control their sensory and mental barriers in daily communication, so none of them know that the pheromones of the two are highly compatible.Until on the battlefield, their spiritual contact collided before they could see each other...

The shock of that moment was unprecedented, but Silvio was not sure that Vilas was like him.After all, no matter how strong his mental barrier is, he is still a sentry, and Vilas is the guide who can confuse everyone into mistaking him for a sentry.

"You are undecided." Vilas looked carefully at the indifferent but more handsome face, as well as the meticulous military uniform that was full of elite atmosphere, with great interest. "I seem to have seen you guys quarreling just now."

Silvio was indifferent to this veiled ridicule, but he had to admit that Vilas was indeed frighteningly sensitive, even when his guiding ability was inhibited.

"Utimo." He said succinctly.

Vilas' pupils contracted violently in an instant.