i am your guide

At the same time, the No. [-] satellite on the outskirts of the capital star, the headquarters of the military department.

The tall central building rises straight into the sky, and the military hall with sharp edges and high design sense stands majestically at the end of the cloud.Military region security robots set up checkpoints on every road leading to the headquarters, and conduct strict identity checks on people passing by.Kevill sat in the special car with the Xianlong Group identification plate, scanning the red light across his face, and the information and identity were automatically entered.

The collective meeting of the military headquarters is held at a fixed time, and there are many restrictions on holding it.Generally speaking, in January every year, the generals above the major general level of the entire Xianlong Legion will be convened to conduct large-scale discussions on one-year affairs and combat strategies.At that time, the commander of the royal guard will bring His Majesty's oral orders and text letters to command the decision-making and judgment of the entire imperial military.

I don't know what kind of major event alarmed the superiors, and such a high-level meeting must be held.

Kevil felt uneasy in his heart, always feeling that something big was going to happen.

He subconsciously turned on the light screen, and the communication record with the guide ended at the moment he entered the military's inner base.The Military Headquarters does not allow any private accounts to have communication privileges enabled, and important matters about the Military Headquarters will be broadcast through the internal line, not to mention that the senior leaders have not been here for a long time: their work efficiency is actually not slow.

In the meeting room with bright and clean windows, the floating interstellar instrument at the front displays the entire interstellar territory of the empire. The capital star floating in the phantom of the void is surrounded by a circle of asteroid arrays. A band of broken stars in a gray zone.

It was not too late for Kevill to go. After taking his seat, he exchanged greetings with all the participants, and then sat in the fourth from the bottom on the right hand side according to his status.

Coincidentally, the third last person on hand happened to be Owen White, the head of the War Guide Group.The young man who has just been promoted to major general is full of vigor and vigor, with sharpness and vigor in his eyes.He is one year older than Keweier, and according to his seniority, Keweier still calls him "Senior."

It's just that in terms of military rank, Keweier doesn't have to be so polite.

"I didn't expect to meet you for the first time on such an occasion." Owen narrowed his eyes and smiled kindly. He politely extended his hand to Keweier, and got the S-rank sentry's handshake back.

"It's not bad." Keweier said politely.

"Yes, very formal." Owen withdrew his hand. He leaned slightly, looked sideways at Keweier and said, "The restless crowd who broke into the blockade that day... I heard from my subordinates that they were your guide."

Owen's description is very interesting, and his words are also carefully cryptic. He refers to the Sith who rushed into the scene when the mall exploded that day.His mention of the "restless crowd" made Cavill laugh.

"Yes, he is indeed a little bit of a bad guy." Keweier replied, and finally looked at Owen with a deep and calm look: "But his judgment has always been very predictable."

"Indeed, after all, no one thought that such a thing would happen." Owen's smile faded, and he nodded, as if he had lost interest in chatting with Keweier again... It could be called a temptation.

The meeting started quickly, but unlike usual, this time there were a few more professional scholars from the Imperial National Laboratory. Kevill saw John sitting opposite him in a white coat from a distance, and Edward followed closely behind.

There was still a smile on John's face when he sat down. After sitting down, he took out the optical brain file in his hand and connected it to the main controller. He raised his eyes and glanced vaguely at Kevill, who was sitting directly opposite him, and sent a serious and uneasy look. .

Keweier tightened his hand under the table, his brows were slightly frowned, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually expanded.

The main research question of the meeting was the analysis of a data file about the experimental body GS07 seized by the Xianlong Group during the strike mission against the Eye of Hell Laboratory some time ago. The Imperial Laboratory stepped up and finally came up with a reliable and effective Intuitive data-based analysis of results, which also makes everyone uneasy.

John stood up after being invited, and walked to the front from his position.He held a slender indicator stick tightly in his hand, and the meeting room, which was completely in darkness, was illuminated by a sudden blue light.Standing in the middle of the light, he glanced back at the latest report form made by the National Laboratory.

The voice of the young scholar was deep and depressing, full of dignified and oppressive force: "After the analysis of all the scholars of the National Laboratory, there are three definite and unquestionable clues that we reported to the military at this meeting:"

The file jumps to the first page, which is an overall report form.

"The highest experimental body of the Eye of Hell, code-named GS07, takes war guides as the training goal, and cultivates ideals as killing machines without personality, especially in large-scale lurking and fighting against sentries. GS07's brain comes with an optical brain chip database, There is no difference between the advanced level and AI." John took a deep breath and continued: "But after our analysis of the experimental data, we found that the personality training of GS07 was not successful, and there were deviations in the acceptance and execution of orders. It developed a certain degree of self-personality during the experimental period."

The emergence of self-personality means that the eyes of hell must face a disobedient test product. It is not yet known whether the handle or the tip of the knife is aimed at them.

"The second clue is about the guide's characteristic analysis and data-based signs." John turned the document to the second page, and he briefly stated: "The experimental observation results of the GS project have always called GS07 by the female pronoun, which tells our scholars It must be misleading. But after our rigorous analysis, the gender of this test subject should be male. A male guide, the ability is estimated to be A+ level...or even S level."

As soon as John finished speaking, the generals present exclaimed. They couldn't believe the success of man-made S-level guides, and they subconsciously felt that this was extremely absurd.

Kevill's heart jumped suddenly, and his hands resting on his lap gradually clenched into fists. He stared at the huge experimental analysis data report in front of him, and the whole portrait was thrown into the bottom of the cold cave lake.

"The speculation about the ceiling of his ability is not groundless." John's face was solemn. When he released the third report, everyone turned their heads in shock and focused their eyes on Keweier.

A dozen pairs of eyes were like a judgment hammer, hitting Keweier's heart heavily.

"After incomplete data comparison, the Imperial National Laboratory checked all the Sentinels registered in the Empire, and their fit with GS07 was less than 30%. So we have a bold guess... We may have missed the most unlikely one of the people."

But it is precisely this impossibility that has become the biggest point of conflict.

"According to preliminary calculations, the degree of fit between GS07 and Major General Kavier Jones has reached 82%. And this is because the mental data of both parties are incomplete. We cannot obtain all the data of GS07, nor can we quantify the spirit of Major General network, but it certainly sounded a wake-up call for us."

John put away the manuscript and said the last sentence of his speech:

"The target of the GS program is likely to be Maj. Gen. Kavier Jones."

A stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the voices of countless people poured into Keweier's eardrums like buzzing. He raised his eyes and saw the serious-looking Admiral Luofu sitting in the front row, and he saw the prudence in his father's eyes. and worry.

It is known that there are only two people in the entire empire whose fit rate with Kavier is higher than 80%:

Her Royal Highness Vivienne Russell and Captain Sith Kevok.

And there is only one person who can enter the Keweier spiritual network:

Captain Sith Kevok.

Luo Fu was silent for a long time, and the battle-tested general made a decisive decision after a little deliberation.The admiral's voice was as deep as Hongzhong, with the undeniable sense of coercion of the superior: "Adjutant, urgently summon the temporary guide of Major General Jones to the military headquarters for questioning."

Kevill was still sitting in his original position, his face showing an unmoving calmness, and the trance shadows passed over his face, shrinking completely in those dark blue pupils.He raised his eyes indifferently, as if he had made a determination to never repent.

He hoped that the people in the National Laboratory made a mistake, but he also knew that it was just self-deception.

It’s just that he subconsciously ignores so many violations, such as the strong resistance and intrusion in the Sith spiritual landscape, the spiritual network that cannot be quantified by data, the strength that surpasses the common sense of wizards time and time again, the high-intensity learning ability and...

98.4% high fit as a B+ level guide.

Compromise because of love, weak because of love, and never turn back because of love.

The adjutant, who had been away for a few minutes, suddenly walked into the conference room with an anxious expression on his face. He leaned over and said something in Rov's ear. Keweier stared at them, and found that his father, who had not changed his face before the mountain collapsed, showed a shocked expression.

The Imperial Information Department and the Imperial Police Department reported that the passenger spaceship bound for the Pine Cloud Galaxy on which Captain Sith Kevok was traveling was attacked by an unknown star pirate fleet, His Royal Highness Vivienne Russell was also on board, and the two guides Both disappeared.

The shining fragments of stars flashed across the vast black clouds, and the cold rain hammered on the plastic film, making a muffled sound of crushing bones.The water splashed on the ground dripped down the sloping pipe, drawing a snow-white arc in front of the glass window.There were very few passers-by on the street, they hurried through the central area full of feasting and feasting, glanced timidly, and then hid in the alleys.

The dim light made Vivienne, who was unconscious in the corner of the wall, haggard. The usually proud and majestic Royal Highness was firmly bound by an electronic lock. Her neck was covered with frightening bruises and pinches, and her collarbone could be seen through the neckline. .

Standing in the center of the house, Bamply stamped out the cigarette butts that had fallen to the ground, and the strong smell of nicotine permeated the humid air.He looked down impatiently at his watch, then glanced back at Vivienne who was still unconscious, and rubbed his palms hard.

Sweat dripped from the rubbing, and he paced around the room slowly, seemingly in a hurry.

"Boss, you said we managed to get a big one, or..." the sharp-mouthed man next to Banpley glanced at Vivienne, showed half of his teeth with a wretched smile, and encouraged him.

Banpley slapped the sharp-mouthed man on the back of the head, and his tone was low and threatening: "Don't drag me into the water, you bastard."

The sharp-mouthed man was in pain, he grinned and jumped aside, coveting and reluctantly circling around Vivian.

The bean-sized raindrops bombarded indiscriminately, and distorted shadows danced in the stuffy room. When Banpley looked down at his watch for the tenth time, he suddenly heard footsteps at the door.

The sound of footsteps covered by the sound of rain was a bit inaudible. He stared at the broken door for two seconds, and heard a knock on the door as expected.

The people outside the door did not wait for a response, as if knocking on the door was just a dispensable polite gesture.He pushed the door open, and the first thing he stepped in was the pointed toe of a shiny black leather shoe.

There were some dark marks on the trousers of the well-tailored suit, and there were two strings of water droplets on the upper of the shoe. The man was tall and slender, and the dark windbreaker made him extraordinarily stylish.The sharp eyebrows and eyes look oppressive, and there is a deep dark light in the dark green pupils.He reached out to take off the wet hat on his head, like a guest who casually dropped by a friend's house.

Bampley pulled out a smile, he was about to step forward, but before he could take a step, he saw the man gave him a playful and contemptuous glance, with a cold look on his face.

Behind him was a group of people, all strong and strong.The man squinted his eyes and looked around the room, finally falling on Vivienne.When he saw the bruise on Vivienne's neck, the smile on his face suddenly turned cold, and he re-examined Bamply like a poisonous snake spit out a letter.

"Master, please stay safe." Bamply lowered his forehead slightly, and had no choice but to stand where he was after being warned.

Melt didn't speak at home, he ignored Bampley's greeting, and walked to Vivienne like a walk.

No one dared to make trouble in front of the emperor of the Shattered Star Belt. He was like a wolf king charged up to attack, his fangs shrinking in the illusion of peace.When he passed by, everyone took a step back in fear, instantly giving way to a large open space around Vivienne.

Master Melt squatted down slowly, not even paying attention to the dust on the ground from the corner of his windbreaker.He stared intently at Vivienne's furrowed brows, and raised his hand to touch the girl's side face.

Men's fingers have thick calluses, which are not as moist as girls' skin.He tilted his head and smiled, as if he had acquired some extremely precious treasure, or some favorite toy.

"I remember I said, don't get hurt." Melt straightened up, his healthy body stretched out.He sneered at Ban Puli's guilty gaze, and paused every word.

The flesh on Bampley's face trembled. He wanted to open his mouth to explain, but suddenly he saw Melt's guard pull out a particle gun after one tenth of a second.

It was too late to say it, and countless particles of light bullets fell into Banbury's eyebrows in an instant, and the sound of the wind outside the window drowned out the sound of the trigger being pulled.Bodies fell to the ground without knowing it, and life was still in the rainy night.

Master Melt glanced at Bampley, whose head was blooming, with a cold face. He gracefully stepped over the man's body, and suddenly said in the direction of the door: "I think you will be more modest than him."

There was a soft knock from behind the door, as if in response.