geneticist

There was also a bruise on the top, where a teacher kicked him trickily, but he didn't completely avoid it at that time.

I can't go on like this, I have to think of a way, Su Che is his coordinator, and it's my responsibility to protect him, but in the end it made him suffer.

He was about to despise himself.

While thinking seriously, Arslan gently rubbed the wound on his leg.

However, it was too easy to leave marks on Suche's body. If it was his own body, it would not be a problem at all to be hit by the seniors.

Another large piece of plaster was dug out, and Arslan continued to massage hard.

Arslan glanced at the mirror. In the mirror, the cyan patch at the corner of the boy's mouth hadn't completely faded, which made his clean and delicate face somewhat pitiful. No wonder Su Che was very angry.

However, he also thought it was pretty.

Arslan thought a little guilty.

Well, why are you guilty?

The author has something to say:

hunting mission

"Call the brood, call the brood, find the mission target, discover the mission target."

A teacher's high-spirited report came from the channel.

The old coordinator seemed a little tired, and he didn't even bother to say anything. He just raised his chin to Suche. After receiving instructions, Suche boldly connected to the channel management system.

"Ahem, this is the central brood, please pay attention to cub number one, please pay attention to cub number one, please send the image of the target to the brood immediately."

"Call the brood..." The teacher who was still calling stubbornly over there heard Suche's voice, almost made a somersault, and cursed, "Why are you kid, Lao Zhuo and the head?"

Sucher said triumphantly: "Teacher has just finished maintaining your genetic armor, and now you need to rest. I will arrange this for the time being."

"Fuck you little bastard, what's the matter with Lao Zhuo, I asked you to dispatch, I haven't lived enough yet!" Teacher No. [-] scolded clearly from the channel, "Let that kid come out. Two unweaned little ones Baby, I can rest assured that he came out of the Master Corps."

Just as Su Che was about to open his mouth to laugh at the other party, his head suddenly became dizzy. Immediately afterwards, he lost control of his body.

"This is the central brood. Temporary dispatcher Arslan, please pay attention to the cubs. Please send the collected target information back to the brood." Arslan gave a serious command to the channel.

In his mind, Su Che jumped anxiously: "Hey, Yaer, why are you in such a hurry, at least let me show my prestige."

Arslan finished sending out the instructions familiarly, and while summarizing the information sent back by the teachers, he said to Sucher seriously: "Stop making trouble, this is a mission!"

Su Che curled his lips and drooped.

Although Arslan usually listened to Sucher's words, he was very strong in the task, and he absolutely said what he said, without the slightest sympathy.

Fortunately, Su Che is not an ignorant person, he understands that he is a complete rookie in this area, if he is really in charge of the mission channel, something might go wrong, so he complained a little, and let it go.

Yes, there has been a breakthrough in the communication between Sucher and Arslan.

The first phase of the two-body gene knob is finally complete.Although the effect is not as good as what Lu Youqihua said at the beginning, at least Arslan and Sucher's source of consciousness can now communicate anytime and anywhere, instead of the previous model where one person has [-] hours of body management rights .

This has to be thanks to the guidance of the old blender, as well as the encouragement of these energetic grandpas.

If he hadn't been bullied so badly, Su Che wouldn't have the audacity to hug the old blender's thigh. After torturing him for three days, the old blender agreed to help him research the two-body gene button.

According to the old blender, this genetic button has already surpassed Sucher's current level, but Sucher can separate its functions, realize the most needed part first, and then gradually improve it later.

Inspired by this, Sucher first designed the original version of the two-body gene button, which broke the 12-hour limit set by the military when the source of consciousness was transplanted, allowing him and Arslan's source of consciousness to Communicate directly without the need for a virtual network platform.

The success of the first version of the two-body gene button greatly inspired Sucher, and being able to communicate directly with Arslan greatly improved his understanding of the source of consciousness and the spiritual power of a teacher.

Just a few days ago, he once again successfully developed the version 2.0 of the two-body gene button.

The new version of the two-body gene button sets the body into two control modes, one is controlled by Sucher's source of consciousness, and the other is controlled by Arslan.

In order to deal with the sneak attacks of those teachers who never tired of it, Sucher was ruthless and gave Arslan higher authority, that is to say, when Arslan thinks it is necessary, he can forcibly gain control over his body right.

"Don't think about using this authority to do bad things!" When handing over the authority, Sucher was very distressed, and nagged at Arslan for a long time.

You know, this is almost equivalent to completely handing over control of your body to the other party.

If he didn't know Arslan's personality, Sucher would never dare to do such a thing.

However, since the two can switch anytime and anywhere, Arslan can always detect the enemy's situation at the first time, and easily avoid the sneak attack of the teachers. In addition, the hunting group has received several tasks, and the busy teachers finally No more clamoring to compete with Arslan.

In the first few missions, Sucher only helped the old coordinator maintain the genetic armor, and then watched them leave in the second-hand combat airship.

But this time, the old blender considered for a long time, and finally agreed to bring Suche.

Their target is the three-level space creature Frozen Shuttle.

This is a very magical creature. It usually lurks silently in the meteorite belt in the form of mist, and it can even sleep for hundreds of years without dying. The shuttle will wake up immediately, and quickly condense into a sharp cone, piercing the prey into a sieve.After absorbing the biological energy in them, they will fall into a deep sleep again.

This kind of creature is very fast in the solid cone state, and it is almost impossible to guard against. More importantly, it is an absolutely low-temperature creature. Once it is pierced, the cold air released will instantly freeze the creature into an ice sculpture.

Fortunately, this kind of creature has no intelligence and acts entirely on instinct, so as long as it is fully prepared, it is not very dangerous.Because the Frozen Shuttle can be freely transformed into three different states of mist, liquid, and crystallization, it can be processed into a very beautiful work of art, and has been enthusiastically sought after by many people. Its unique characteristics have also attracted many genetic adjustments. Teachers' attention, so it is quite valuable in the market.

I don't know where these teachers got the news that there is a group of medium-sized frozen shuttles in this desolate meteorite zone.

Three days ago, this group of teachers quietly left the slow-moving old man's ship in their second-hand combat boat.

"This is the central mother nest, here is the central mother nest, cubs please pay attention, cubs please pay attention, your task is to capture at least 15 flying shuttle frost worms within [-] minutes, regardless of the harvest after six hours , please return to the nest immediately." Arslan sat in the control room of the combat airship and continued to give instructions calmly.

"Confirm the target, lock the coordinates XXXX, please confirm the status of the genetic armor and the status of the weapon." The last command of the battle preparation period was completed, and Arslan respectfully transferred the command to the head of the hunting group. An old senior who retired from the Knights of Gunblood Rose.

The gray-haired teacher's leg muscles have shrunk. He is too old, and even the genetic armor can't reproduce his former majesty.It's just that this teacher still insists on going to the battlefield in person every time, even though he can't do anything but sit on the sidelines in a wheelchair.

"Leader, give the order!" The old blender stood beside his companion and said calmly.

The teacher raised a hand tremblingly. His teeth had long since fallen out, and his once tall body was hunched under the erosion of the years. Su Che was always wondering why those rebellious teachers respected him so much. An old man who even needs help from others to eat.Even if he led the establishment of the hunting group, the group affairs are in charge of the old coordinator.

But at this moment, Sucher felt that he understood.

This is a fighter who really engraved the battle deep in his soul.

"Strictly speaking, the senior was not actually trained by our Gunblood Rose. He spent most of his combat career in the ordinary division. Do you know the Federation's suppression of the Sea of ​​​​Riots 50 years ago? At that time, the military department A series of wrong judgments made the federal army suffer heavy losses. The senior was the head of an ordinary division. In order to save other divisions, he violated the order of the military department. Although his decision was later confirmed to be correct, but The fiasco of the Sea of ​​Chaos made the mired military department desperately need a scapegoat. The senior was sent to a military court, revoked all positions and exiled to the ore star for three years as a coolie. Later, he was released on bail by our then head of the regiment. Blood Rose."

Arslan's original words resounded in Sucher's heart.

"Although I haven't met my predecessor, I know that he is a warrior worthy of everyone's respect. He has dedicated his life to the Federation, and even when he was abandoned, he has no regrets."

This vicissitudes-ridden teacher, sitting tremblingly in a wheelchair at this moment, tried his best to straighten his body, raised his fist, and recited the oath of the federal soldiers very devoutly like before every expedition.

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I swear: I will spend all my youth, loyalty