The tool man is being targeted by the hero [Quick time travel]

The scene of the young Vincent being shot repeated in his mind, repeatedly telling Luther the cruel fact that Vincent was really dead, and Gene was just a counterfeit, he took advantage of this soul that should be buried , unforgivable.

What did Vincent look like when he was a child?Forgot, completely forgot, Jean's face twisted, he is not Vincent, he is not, how could he admit his mistake, how could...

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Luther felt that his chest was getting tighter and he was about to suffocate. He took a sharp breath and opened his eyes. His head was lying on his chest, sleeping peacefully.

"..."

Luther glanced at the swarthy head, he couldn't help being stunned, and forgot to push him away for a while.

This little medical soldier is called "Wen". He has a very unique name, black eyes and black hair. He should be of relatively pure blood in the ancient Hua Kingdom. He is neither afraid of him nor worships him too much. He is clear-headed and smart. Really Qu Cai, if you have a chance, you can write him a letter of recommendation, let him go to a better place to develop, such as his First Fleet.

Thinking of the annihilation of his legion and the disappointment of the Federation's expectations, Luther became depressed in an instant. He even forgot to push the picture away from his chest. What to do, at least make up for the huge loss caused to the Federation this time.

It doesn't matter whether he can go back alive or not. Even if he goes back, he can only take the blame and resign. It was his cronyism that caused the catastrophe, and he has to pay for it himself.

"……Well……"

Not long after, the little medical soldier woke up, touched Luther's forehead without opening his eyes, patted it twice like knocking on a watermelon, and hummed twice in a daze: "Okay, okay, The burning is finally gone, good morning, Your Excellency the Marshal."

As soon as he opened his eyes, Huawen saw Luther's expressionless face, and suddenly remembered something, and flattered him to make up for it: "It should be sir, how are you feeling, sir?"

There was a faint light in the duct, which came in from the vent, and it gave off a hazy Tyndall effect, blurring the distressed faces of the two of them. The atmosphere was warm for a while, and it should be noon outside.

Luther sat up in a picture-painted coat, rubbed his temples with his slender fingers, his headache was much better, but the feeling of weakness in his heart could not be erased, he pinched his sore wrist, and a medical bracelet was Buckle on top.

He looked at Huawen in some surprise, and the other party naturally turned on his optical brain to check his vital signs: "Well, everything is normal, except that the blood pressure is low, and some sugar needs to be added."

This time, the picture text gave Luther the nutritional supplement, and he didn't refuse it again. He took it and swung it around like a dagger, and then drank it.

He had to admit that the taste was really good, with the freshness and sweetness of peaches, which reminded him of the taste in his memory, as if he had tasted such sweetness before.

Huawen was sorting out all the supplies at the moment. The medical kit was sufficient. The only food was a few nutrient supplements. The remaining dry food for the march could barely last two days, but there were two people here, so that was not necessarily the case.

"Not enough supplies?" Luther glanced at the package of the painting, and suddenly asked.

Huawen hurriedly shook his head: "Enough! If it's not enough, we can go find it again, and we will definitely be able to leave here."

Now the two of them are empty-handed on this dangerous enemy planet. Only the supplies for survival are the most important. They can survive for a while without medicine, and they can finish playing without food.

"It's enough for you alone, but I can't." Luther pierced him sharply, pointing to the only weapon, "You can take these things and leave, just leave a dagger, I won't leave. "

Huawen sat face to face with him, and when he heard the words, he got up and approached him, and said seriously: "I said we can leave, so we must do it, don't think about sacrificing yourself, if you want to sacrifice, I will sacrifice, sir, yours Life is more important than mine."

Luther couldn't help but a flame of irritability sprang up in his heart, as if he had returned to the time when the legion was attacked half a month ago, all the soldiers who covered his retreat told him, Marshal, go, we still have hope if you are still alive, we sacrifices are worthwhile.

They went on like this to build a passage for him to escape. Before they had time to grieve, the road was ruined by the enemy's laser cannon. Vincent, the third prince of the empire, Jean, shot a powerful anesthesia needle. He was taken prisoner here.

The pictures of the battleships exploding appeared in Luther's mind again. He took a deep breath, let the ice blue pupil hide the weak sadness, and asked the picture text: "Whose life is not life? This This fiasco was originally the root of the disaster I planted, if I don't make a decision and run away like a coward, what kind of man will I be!"

The picture text wants to hold this head and shake it hard to see if it is filled with the water that I drowned yesterday, and I don’t even look at the security of this planet. I just walked through the ghost gate the day before, and I want to revisit the old place the day after. no!

What can one do alone?Taking a dagger and killing himself here is more or less the same!

Resisting the urge to poke him on the forehead to teach him a lesson, Huawen slowed down, changed tactics, brewed emotions, raised a pair of tear-filled eyes and approached him, choked up and said: "Well sir, if you insist on If you do this, I am willing to accompany you!"

He forcefully squeezed out tears, and the picture text should not be wasted easily. He lowered his head and let the tears drip on the back of Luther's hand, and said solemnly: "Actually, I have already thought about it when I went to the front line. If the light of our Federation goes out , I don’t have to go back anymore, what’s the point of living like this, the Federation will not be humiliated by the empire’s rule, it’s better to die gloriously on the battlefield!”

Perhaps because he was shocked by the tears in the picture, Luther didn't speak any more. The little medical soldier in front of him wept as if his faith had suddenly collapsed. His wet eyes were full of determination, as if he was the one who was going to die next moment.

"Do you know? I came to the front with a different idea than all the medical soldiers. I tried my best to survive, just to see the 'Rose Lion' with my own eyes, and to watch you return to the Federation safely and lead the Let us revive," Huawen's voice is miserable, like a cuckoo weeping blood, "but if you don't want to go back, you want to abandon the Federation and abandon us, well, I will accompany you to die."

After finishing speaking, Huawen hugged Luther's calf and wept bitterly, as if mourning his concubine, Luther looked at the little medical soldier lying in front of him speechlessly, touched his black hair in pain, and said softly: "Get up, do not Cry."

The painting is not forgiving, and is still "crying bitterly", although the tears can't be squeezed out, but the appearance must be complete, and I am still saying to the system: "How is it? My acting skills are good, I should arouse his attention A little conscience."

There was a crisp applause from the system: [Papapapa, instructor, this is the pinnacle of your acting skills, I want to record this moment. 】

Huawen secretly waved his hands and said modestly: "Hey, low-key and low-key, it's not on the stage yet, it's not worth mentioning."

It's just that he didn't know that Luther, who saw him miserable, was speechless, and looked helplessly at the sobbing little medical soldier. Although he knew it very well, watching him cry always made him feel depressed, and he even wanted to He lifted his chin and wiped away his tears with his own hands.

This black fluffy head was bent down and refused to move. When Luther wanted to push him away, he accidentally stroked his forehead. Old scars.

"Okay, don't cry anymore." Although he knew that the scar shouldn't hurt anymore, Luther withdrew his hands, picked up his collar and slipped him up, and poked him with a light smile, "You Crying is too fake."

Picture text: "..."

The bright moment of the instructor's acting skills is so gloomy.

Luther raised his head and stroked his blond hair back, leaning his back against the tube wall and said calmly: "Whether you are sincere or not, you don't have to accompany me to die. If I don't leave, I can be sure that the empire will not kill me, and here Not only one of my senior generals was imprisoned, but several others, including my brother-in-law Angus, I can withstand interrogation by the empire, but they may not."

Huawen was slightly startled: "Are you planning to go back and save them? Or directly..."

"Vincent... No, Gene Francis is not an ordinary spy, and his interrogation methods are not acceptable to ordinary people," Luther said with cold hatred in his eyes, "There is a way to extract the spirit, which is to open it alive. Take out the brain and collect the information he wants."

After hearing the picture, I felt chills all over my body, and hurriedly looked at Luther: "Then why don't you go back...you managed to escape!"

"It was not an accident that I escaped. This was not a prison at first, but a private mansion. After the renovation, the cistern in the prison is connected to the river here. I remember the design of this mansion. It is not too difficult to escape from the prison." , just might not be able to come out alive.”

Luther said lightly, and drew a simple map in the air with an extinguished lighting stick on the ground: "There are several places where other generals are detained. I came out today to determine their location and whether they are still alive or not. I don't know, but if one can be saved, the loss of the Federation will be reduced by one point."

"But the interrogation of the mental extraction..."

Luther pointed at his temple indifferently: "Little medical soldier, let me tell you a secret of the Stuart family. Every head of the Stuart family will implant a chip in the brain. Once the secret is discovered, it will Automatically destroy the nerves, no one can find out my secrets unless I voluntarily say it."

In the picture text, he looked like he was planning a strategy and didn't take his own life seriously. He was so angry that he couldn't suppress the urge to itch. When Luther lowered his head and didn't pay attention, he slapped Luther on the forehead: " Are you stupid? That’s not dead! Think about those generals, would they be willing to have their commanders sacrifice their lives to save them?”

Luther didn't expect Huawen to be so bold that he would knock his head. He covered his blushed forehead and looked at him in amazement. A ray of sunlight squeezed in from the gap in the air vent and sprinkled on his light golden eyelashes. He dyed the color of his eyes extremely light, and his surprised expression was as simple as an elf...

Simply shocked that a little medical soldier would slap the federal marshal on the head like an elder scolding a child.

Almost pitied by this beautiful guy, Huawen still couldn't help but want to pat him again, but thought that he would avoid him and clean himself up, so he turned on the rogue mode, hugged his The long legs didn't let go: "No! Don't go to die! Go back to the Federation!"

For this kind of soft and hard person, he can only take advantage of his inattention, get dizzy and walk away tied up. While playing around, Huawen took out an injection of anesthetic, which was about to plunge into this person's body .

Luther bent his legs helplessly, seeing that the leg pendant unexpectedly became angry, he just thought it was a bit ridiculous, it would be a good time to meet a medical soldier who suits him in the wind and dust, if In the past, this kid had already become his personal medical soldier.

Sighing lightly, Luther stretched out his hand and pinched the back of Huawen's neck without saying a word, and found that he couldn't move before drawing the text with much force.

"I'll give you a picture of the pipeline route from here to the port. It's up to you whether you can leave," Luther said softly, and handed over the anesthesia needle used for the sneak attack on the painting. "If you can return to the Federation, help me Inform the Stuart family that I voluntarily step down as the head of the family, as if Stuart had never had Luther."

He tightened his grip on the back of Huawen's neck, Huawen's eyes instantly turned black, and before he could struggle, his body collapsed.

At that moment, Huawen was still a little conscious. He held on to Luther's wrist, desperately trying to finish the sentence: "No...you can't...at least, take the energy gun..."

Luther supported his shoulders and let him lean against the opposite wall, picked up the laser dagger, threw a knife flower, and pinned it to his waist: "A dagger is enough, no one in the Federation can play with a knife Get over me, leave the energy gun to you, live well, Wen."

Huawen completely fainted. He didn't attack hard, and he would wake up in about half an hour. He left a simple map and the imprint of the Stuart family on Huawen's optical brain, and turned around to leave.

For some reason, he only took two steps. Luther couldn't help looking back at the little medical soldier who had passed out. Because of his blood, he looked very young. When he closed his eyes, he was so clean that he didn't know the world. The shadows merged together.

There was a sudden needle-like pain in his temple. Luther forced himself not to think about it, and resolutely opened the pipe, and his figure disappeared into the dense forest.

Half an hour later, Huawen opened his eyes, and hurriedly looked at the optical brain. The string of data representing Luther was normal, and his blood pressure and body temperature were rising, as if he was doing strenuous exercise.

It’s impossible to find him now. Huawen plans to go to the port first. He has no choice but to move rescuers by himself. I hope that guy can survive to save him and stop ruining his life. .

"Tsk...he really ran away," Huawen walked depressedly in the aisle, bent over, "I thought his temper was much better in this world, but he is still a troublemaker in the end."

[According to Luther's plan, he should not go back and die with Gene Francis immediately, at least he will bring out those who can be saved. 】

"Then what?" Huawen followed Luther's map in the maze-like sewer passage like a fish in water, but he still couldn't help but hurt him, "Think of yourself as a hero, and let everyone remember him with death? Second disease Bar!"

This is the first time the system has heard Huawen complaining about the mission goal so sincerely. It couldn't help but pause, and then said: [Uh...in fact, it may be the grievances between Gene and Luther. It is said that Luther once had a relationship with this The adjutant had an affair...]

"Heh." Huawen suddenly sneered, and the system didn't dare to say anything.

"Okay, he's not a second child," Hua Wen said coldly, "he's just a fool."

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In the evening, at the port, a giant transport spaceship docked on the shore, carrying out the once-a-month cargo handover. Today's time was delayed because a large container had to be transferred.

This is the end point marked by Luther’s map. As long as you can pass the inspection and get on the transport spaceship, hide it in the warehouse without being discovered, you can leave this prison planet with the spaceship until midnight.

Near the port, the manhole cover of a sewer channel loosened, and a dark figure emerged. Taking advantage of the darkening sky, he quickly slipped to a... trash can beside him.

The picture text wants to cry but has no tears. Not to mention that he once went to heaven and became a fairy and went down to farm. This time he completely broke through himself, challenged the bottom line, and became a beggar through and through.

Now squatting behind the trash can, he has lost his sense of smell. Anyway, it doesn't matter if he can smell anything, but it is undeniable that this kind of camouflage is quite useful. No one can notice the difference in his clothes, anyway, the clothes have been Dirty beyond recognition.

And near the port, there are really many beggars who are almost as desperate as him, sitting on the side of the road and begging to the imperial soldiers and workers who come and go.

"Why are there so many beggars?" The picture text looked around, and many beggars were disabled in limbs or with crooked mouths and eyes, like discarded plastic bags discarded by the side of the road, only with a collar around the neck, which was lit Weak numbers.

[After it was transformed into a prison by Jean, countless captives and prisoners from the Federation and even the Empire were taken in. They were all interrogated by Jean, and those who were not dead and unimportant were thrown out. Living here is not as good as pigs and dogs Every day, they have to go to the prison to transport corpses. They cannot escape. If they want to leave, the security detector at the port will trigger the neck collar to release high-voltage electricity. No prisoner can leave here alive. 】

The picture text couldn't help swallowing, the horror was no longer enough to describe his fear of this prison planet, where except for Jean and his personal soldiers, they couldn't be counted as living people.

There was a crane unloading the cargo from the transport ship, and a huge container was hoisted in the air, and the workers were directing and cooperating to transport it to the shore, and the atmosphere was in full swing for a while.

However, Huawen only felt that his back was full of cold sweat.

"Then Luther...he doesn't have this collar, or does Gene think he doesn't need it?" Hua Wen looked back at the castle-like prison and clenched his fingers, "The captured senior general will never leave alive Prison, not to mention the planet, is Genn thinking about old feelings and trying to let him go? Or... let him go on purpose, using him as bait?"

Huawen's heart was shocked, and before he had time to think about it, there was a loud noise from the prison castle, and the flames shot into the sky!

"Boom!" Explosions continued one after another, and the soldiers gathered urgently. The huge container that was hoisted was shaken violently in mid-air, and it was on the verge of falling, as if it would fall heavily to the ground in the next moment.

The workers and beggars below also fled, and the soldiers went to fight the fire. Countless bright lights lit up around the prison castle, forming a hemispherical protective cover.

Huawen thought that without thinking about it, he knew that the chaos was definitely caused by Luther. At this time, his physical data soared in his brain, and his adrenaline almost reached the extreme.

He wants to take advantage of the chaos to save people?But the protective cover of the prison castle is about to be built, how can he escape from the inside? !

There was another explosion, and the entire ground was shaken. The container in mid-air was thrown violently, and the hook fell off. It was about to smash the people below into a pulp!

Most of the people who are still in the port are disabled beggars. They can't run away at all, and they can only watch the mountain-like box fall down.

"don't want!!"

A female beggar let out a heart-piercing cry, desperately dragging a male beggar who lost his legs, trying to pull him out of the huge shadow, but to no avail, the container crashed down, and the man only had time to push her away ——

"Wait...stop!" Huawen yelled involuntarily, and a voice suddenly sounded from his mind, not the system voice, but a strange male voice——

["Lion Eagle" is successfully activated, execute the command: stop. ]

The container suddenly burst into bright light, and the box shattered and flew out. A 30-meter-high behemoth was suspended in mid-air, with its golden mechanical head raised high, the black and white mechanical wings on its back slightly opened, and the metal all over its body was scattered. With a domineering luster, the fluorescent eyes look down on everything, like a king looking down on all living beings.

Everyone present was stunned, including the picture that activated it.

"My God, is that...?"

【Luther's exclusive mech "Lion Eagle", which Jean forcibly hibernates and prepares to transport and destroy it, Mr. Instructor, currently you are its only operator besides Luther. 】