nebula story

It's amazing!The cooperation of these two people!

Absolute silence in shock and awe, except for the sound of simulated air combat coming from everyone's headsets.After more than half an hour, the two people in the control room finally slowed down and completed the demonstration of the three-stage simulated battle program.

Although it is similar to classroom training, it is said that there should be strict military discipline.But in the central simulation control room, there was still a burst of uncontrollable warm applause.Dozens of veterans sitting in the last few rows even stood up and slapped hard.

That was a soldier who was urgently transferred back from the front-line Federal Mech Flight Battalion, Nan Zhuo's old subordinate.There were some red threads in their eyes, and they looked at the young battalion commander on the stage who was as healthy as ever, with a dignified military appearance.

Yes, that is their leader. Not only is he alive, but he will definitely bring them back to the skies of Planet Fisher and regain what belongs to the Federal Mech Flight Battalion!Glory, blood, and the opportunity to fight the enemy openly!

Gently taking off the earphones, Nan Zhuo looked at Chesu beside him, with no complacency or pride on his face, only a little sadness.

When he and Chesu needed to cooperate tacitly a few times, the corner of his eye inevitably glanced at Chesu's fingers. Just as he was worried, it was difficult for those two fingers to participate in effective typing on the keyboard.

Sensing his gaze, Chesu took the initiative to speak, with a calm and calm face on Qingjun's gentle face: "It didn't affect too much, and it can still keep up with your rhythm, right?"

"Very good...really good. I have never seen a better mechanic than you." Not knowing what to say, Nan Zhuo said a few words with difficulty, and took off the control equipment around him.

With a slight smile, there was a fleeting hint of embarrassment on Chesu's lips.

Looking at the shyness under his beautiful eyebrows, Nan Zhuo was a little lost.

"Are you going to the Federal Academy of Sciences next? I'm fine this afternoon, should I see you off?" He whispered, looking at Chesu expectantly.

"Ah, no need." Chesu shook his head with a gentle expression.

With an unstoppable look of disappointment, Nan Zhuo lowered his head: "...Well, anyway, we will see each other every day in these few days."

Looking at his big child's face that couldn't hide his emotions, Chesu hesitated for a moment, and said in a harmonious voice, "It's not that I don't want to, I have a special person to pick me up, if you come, you will have to report and wait." Reply?"

Staring at him blankly, Nan Zhuo turned from disappointment to shock.

Looking back in surprise, he looked towards the exit outside the lobby.There, a few plainclothes men who never left for a moment looked at them without blinking.

His heart sank slightly, Nan Zhuo remained silent.He suddenly took a step towards the agents.

The students and soldiers below looked at his face sinking in surprise, and they automatically left the road.

Closing the hall door behind his back, blocking everyone's sight, Nan Zhuo stared closely at the familiar faces in front of him.No one is more familiar with the background and style of these people than he is. More than a month ago, they followed him and Chesu inseparably for a week.

"Is he still a prisoner?" He cut to the chase.

"Of course not." With a bit of embarrassment on his face, Miao Dong, the leader of the MI[-] team, shook his head, "We are just under orders to protect. As you know, there are too many people looking for him recently, including the media, the House of Commons, and the Empire. Intelligence flies..."

"Let's be honest, does he have freedom of action, and does he have to report all his actions to you?" Nan Zhuo interrupted him rudely.

Looking at Chesu who was waiting quietly not far away, Miao Dong touched his nose in embarrassment: "In theory, yes."

No matter how hard to suppress the anger and sadness welled up in his heart, Nan Zhuo's knuckles turned white.

Chesu is right, he is just a person without identity.After all the truth was revealed, his place was changed from a small interrogation room to a larger prison.

Silently stepped aside, with a stern face, he watched Chesu's back, surrounded by several sturdy agents, gradually go away.

Federal Capital Academy of Sciences.

With a clean research room, an orderly atmosphere, and cutting-edge equipment, the Academy of Sciences is located in a corner of the city, occupying a huge area.Each branch has an independent research base, and the two are facing each other and are very close to each other.

The setting sun shines mottled through the towering ancient trees, shining on the quiet small buildings of the research base.It's past closing time, and most of the institutes are empty.

Yawning, a young researcher with short brown hair and a snow-white lab robe came out from the side door of the Institute of Biochemistry.Just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly froze when he saw a few people walking towards this side.

Raising his eyes, the young man who was headed across from him was startled when he saw him, his face suddenly turned pale, and his footsteps stopped slightly.

After hesitating for a while, Chesu walked towards him, and when he passed by, he didn't avoid him completely, but nodded slightly, and showed a restrained and polite smile to the white-robed researcher.

Hastily responding to his same smile, Bi Rong, the youngest section chief of the Institute of Biochemistry, stood there a little stiffly.Watching Chesu walk past, his eyes silently met the acquaintances behind Chesu.

The footsteps slowed down, and Miao Dong, the team leader of MI[-], stood beside him silently, reaching out for a cigarette and handing it over.

Pointing to Chesu's figure with his eyes, Bi Rong asked in a low voice, "Why did you send him here?"

Miao Dong didn't answer immediately, but lit a cigarette for himself.

"It's not convenient to say? That's fine." Bi Rong nodded in understanding.

"There's nothing to keep secret." Miao Dong, an old colleague from MI[-], hesitated to speak, pointing at Chesu's back, "He's one of us now."

"Ah?!" Bi Rong opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Are you surprised? I didn't expect it either." Miao Dong sighed, leaned against the wall, and took a deep breath of cigarettes, "You guys have been tossing and tossing for so long to no avail, and suddenly you changed your mind."

His face was a bit ugly, Bi Rong smiled wryly.After participating in the core group that interrogated Chesu that time, after the matter was over, he submitted a transfer report and returned to the Biochemistry Laboratory of the Academy of Sciences from MI[-] again.

At the beginning, because he was the best young backbone of the biochemical laboratory, he was spotted by the military during the war. He himself had aspirations for enlisting in the army, so he was naturally recruited by MI[-].However, after only staying in this mysterious military organization for less than a few months, he actually resolutely asked for transfer, and Yuan Bihai, the director of MI[-], waved that big hand and released him without any difficulty.

"He is now our key protection target. We sent him to your biochemical laboratory for a blood draw. In the order given by Director Fu, there is an indicator of biological enzymes that can only be analyzed by your instruments." Miao Dong turned to Chesu's Nunu mouth from the back.

Bi Rong couldn't help but ask again: "Which indicator?"

"How do I know this? Ordinarily you only know, but you gave him so many injections with your own hands at that time..." Seeing Bi Rong's extremely miserable expression, Miao Dong stopped in embarrassment.After a while, I patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "Forget it, we don't want to, don't be so stressed—who would know that things are so weird?"

That's right, it's weird.Except for Yuan Bihai, the leader who has been silent all this time, and all the personnel involved in this top-secret arrest and interrogation, no one knows what happened so far.

The imperial prisoner, who showed no signs of confession or surrender, was suddenly treated as a guest of honor. All interrogations were stopped immediately. Not only did he receive the most generous treatment and protection, he was even arranged to stay at General Xie's house temporarily.The most bizarre thing is that this young man from the empire suddenly agreed to confess the full design of the imperial mecha even after he had been tortured and failed to confess.

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These days, according to the results of the communication between the military and Chesu, Chesu started a low-key and strictly confidential itinerary.In the morning, I went to the federal training base to serve as a training instructor. In the afternoon, I came to the research department of the Academy of Sciences and the military on time to develop a new generation of mechs.MI[-] dispatched Miao Dong as the team leader, who served as his personal protection every day.

Of course, another meaning of protection, just as Nan Zhuo questioned, is also a kind of surveillance and assurance.

Chesu's thin figure had disappeared at the elevator entrance. Birong scratched his hair in annoyance, and suddenly asked anxiously, "What's the situation now? Can I have a few words with him?"

After hesitating for a moment, Miao Dong frowned.After thinking for a while, he said: "It should be possible. His current identity is not a prisoner. Everyone at the Mecha R&D Institute calls him a colleague. But, what do you want to say to him?"

"I just wanted to ask him if he was alright." Bi Rong smiled wryly, "To tell you the truth, I haven't been able to sleep well for a while, and sometimes I dream of him in my dreams, which scares me to death."

"Scary?" Miao Dong smiled in surprise, "He doesn't have red-faced fangs, does he?"

Shaking his head helplessly, the young brown-haired Lieutenant Bi Rong felt bitter in his heart.Miao Dong was only responsible for the arrest. How had he ever spent thirty hellish days and nights with that imperial boy in that suffocating interrogation room?

Side by side with Miao Dong, he got on the elevator and came to the door of the biochemical laboratory where Chesu was sent. Miao Dong gestured to several waiting colleagues, and quietly retreated to a place that was hard to see.

Along the way where Chesu often comes, hidden cameras have been set up, and the real-time monitoring images can be reflected in the personal device of one of Miao Dong's subordinates in time, so there is no need to be by his side all the time.

Gathering up his courage, Bi Rong gently pushed open the half-hidden door of the biochemical room.It was Professor Aberon's laboratory, and he was familiar with him, so Bi Rong's uninvited entry was not unexpected.

At a glance, Chesu was lying quietly on a diagnosis table next to him, with a small amount of medical solution dripping from a small needle tube on his arm.Hearing that he came in, Chesu and Professor Aberron at the treatment table looked at him together.

Smiling at the two of them, Birong looked at Chesu hesitantly and said, "Hi!

"Xiao Bi, do you know him?" Professor Aberron looked at Chesu in surprise.

Nodding his head, Chesu, who was lying flat on the treatment table, looked a little pale.

Hurriedly sitting down on one side, Bi Rong bit his lips: "Professor, you continue, I... I'll leave after saying hello."

With a cry of "Oh", the old professor concentrated on carefully recording some test data at hand.The room was very quiet, but soon, both the professor and Bi Rong noticed something was wrong with Chesu.

Chesu, who was originally quiet and gentle on the treatment table, began to turn pale, with thin beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his breathing became uncontrollably rapid.

Unable to help but lean over, Bi Rong was a little flustered: "Professor, what's wrong with him?"

Before Professor Aberron could answer, Chesu on the treatment table trembled slightly, opened his closed eyes abruptly, struggled to sit up, and hid behind uncontrollably!

As soon as he raised his arm, he knocked over a tray beside the treatment table in a panic, and cotton swabs, stethoscope, syringes and some miscellaneous instruments fell to the ground.

Standing there stunned, Bi Rong suddenly understood.

Lowering his head, Chesu's body trembled undetectably.Exhausting all the strength and willpower in his body, he couldn't hold back the flood-like panic that came at that moment!

Dark and hideous memories roared in, lying on the torture platform, unable to move, beside the familiar young brown-haired lieutenant, followed by endless injections and hell-like nightmares.

Gritting her teeth, Chesu rolled over and got down on the ground, bending over with a pale face to help Professor Aberron clean up the sundries on the ground.Backing away in a hurry, Bi Rong tried his best to stay away from Chesu.

Waiting for the boy on the treatment table to finally regain his composure, he whispered from a distance in embarrassment: "Hi, I'm sorry..."

He suddenly remembered something, until now, he didn't even know the name of this young man from the empire.

Looking up at him, Chesu's dark eyes receded slightly with fear.A little restrained and a little confused, he thought for a while, as if he finally understood the meaning of the young lieutenant in front of him.

"Ah, no, it's nothing." He smiled awkwardly, his face pale, "It has nothing to do with you."

Looking at the sleeves he had just put down, Bi Rong felt unexplainably uncomfortable.Below that, faint pinholes flashed past, piercing his eyes.

Something blocked his throat, and he didn't know what to say next.

Professor Aberron looked at them in surprise, got up and said, "You guys talk, I'll go to the laboratory next door to do some analysis."

The room became quiet, and after a while, it was Chesu who broke the embarrassment first.A faint smile appeared on his lips, and he bravely looked up at Bi Rong: "Speaking of which, I haven't thanked you yet."

"Thank you?" Bi Rong was at a loss.

"At that time, I remember that you begged for me." Chesu smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and unconsciously stroked the black hair on his forehead, revealing his long eyelashes.

"Ah?" Bi Rong smiled bitterly, "What kind of pleading is that? It doesn't count if I say it."

"No, you don't know." Chesu shook his head, with a trace of regret in his dark eyes, "It was very important for me to rest for a few minutes at that time."