Interstellar Reaper

The number of times a person can see God in a lifetime is only twice.

The first time, when you were born, he sent you into the world.

The second time, when you leave this world, he will come to pick you up.

—Even if what you see is only the incarnation of God.

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The mysterious black and silver figure wrapped in a black robe stood beside the old man. Even if he looked up, he still couldn't see through the scenery under the hood, only a section of pale chin was hidden in it.

The boy's eyes widened, and he was horrified to find that everyone ignored the strange guy who suddenly appeared. Everyone just gathered around the old man's bed, weeping silently at the old man who might not be able to wake up on the bed again, as if the man who didn't know what it was The guy doesn't exist.

The body was looming, and the guy who could see the scenery behind through it, the boy was not sure what it was, but it definitely couldn't be a human being, or any creature he knew.

The weird scene was somewhat familiar, as if I had seen such a scene somewhere before.

In the distant memory, a black-robed man holding a sickle suddenly appeared beside him. The pain in his body made him lose hope even in fear. The sickle was getting closer and closer in his dilated pupils, and the pale blade appeared in his vision. It was getting closer and closer, but finally stopped due to unknown reasons, and then slowly retracted. It stood there quietly, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him under the hood, as if hesitating about something.

In the end it chose to leave, as silently as it came.

The scene buried in the bottom of my heart that has never been told to anyone overlapped with the scene in front of me. The difference was that this time, the huge scythe made of white bones gently scratched the old man's body.

There is no horrible scene of blood spattering, and the quiet and silent picture is like a pantomime, with some light spots running out of the old man's body and dissipating in the air.

The silence was broken, and the non-beating images on the instrument combined with the sound effects told people that a great man passed away peacefully in a coma at this moment. The adults beside the bed were weeping, and the deep sorrow lingered in the pale ward, lingering for a long time.

The boy's eyes stayed on the bedside, where the black figure had disappeared. He looked at the weeping people quietly, and finally chose to remain silent.

Just like when they first met.

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"Admiral Abt's condition has deteriorated, and he may not survive tonight. Why don't you go and see?" The handsome man who spoke had a smile on his face, and it didn't seem like he was telling bad news at all.

"It's not necessary." The man who was immersed in processing the documents said with his head straight, his voice did not change at all, and it was impossible to tell whether his heart was disturbed by the news.

"—if I can't make it through, I will attend his funeral."

"Isn't it too ruthless to say that? If someone else heard you say that, they would probably think that you wish the admiral would die sooner."

"Isn't that what you thought?" The man was finally willing to raise his head from the heavy official documents to look at his bad friend.

Compared with a handsome friend, the man's facial features are another kind of stern, his expression is indifferent and noble, a pair of sword eyebrows fly into the temples, and there is a faint cold light in the silver eyes under the eyebrows, it is a soldier who has experienced war There is a killing spirit.

This person is extremely handsome and natural, but it is not something ordinary people can get close to.

As one of the few best friends of a man, Jay really admires himself for being able to break through many difficulties and become friends with him. At the beginning, he would have wanted to approach this man who was completely opposite to his personality and was as stubborn as a rock. My fellow, there must be a wrong nerve!

"Don't say that, although I hate the arrogant and bad-tempered Admiral Edley, and I hope he retires early, but I didn't curse him for misfortune." Jay waved his hand, "And he retired, That seat will not be mine, why should I bother."

"I'll give you back the same."

"I think you are the most likely. Among all the candidates, your military rank is the highest, and your ability is beyond doubt. Who else can take over the Sixth Fleet besides you?"

"Don't forget my age, the higher ups won't let me rise that fast, the most likely result is that they will send someone else to take over the fleet." The man said lightly.

His words made Jay silent for a while, as the man himself said, this is indeed the greatest possibility.

Thirty years old is really too young in this long-lived federation. To those hundred-year-old guys above, he is still a young boy, and he is really not qualified for the position of fleet commander.

But it was such a young man who, in less than five years, relied on his own efforts to climb from a major who had just graduated from a military academy to the rank of major general, and formed and owned his own private warship. All are very few.

Even if it has something to do with his family background, his own ability and hard work are the most important. Otherwise, there are so many guys with backgrounds in the army, how come none of them can match him?

"Wells, although we have known each other for many years, I still have to say that you are an envious bastard." Jay looked at the one-star collar badge representing a major general on his shoulder that had been used for almost a year, and then Thinking of the rank of brigadier general that he was promoted not long ago, he was really angry.

Wells, who was scolded, was not angry. He gave him a cold look, bowed his head and continued to work.

Jay was a little frustrated, but he also understood his character. He quickly put aside the question and continued his previous lobbying, "You really don't want to go? How can you say that General Abbott is also your immediate boss, we should go and see. "

"...if he's conscious, say hello to him for me."

It is already a victory to get this sentence. Knowing that he can’t convince his friend and boss, Jay can only let him go. This bad habit, the hospital makes you feel so bad? It seems that since your uncle passed away in the hospital, you have never been to the hospital, right? Even if you are injured, you don’t want to go, and you only want to stay on the battleship for medical treatment room or go home to recuperate."

Almost everyone who knew Wells knew that Wells hated hospitals, but no one knew why, and Wells himself never answered.

What he said made Wells' signing hand pause slightly, and he almost made a typo. He changed his name expressionlessly, "I don't hate hospitals."

Don't you hate it?If you don’t hate it, you don’t have to go even once, but if you really hate it, you still have to?Jay shook his head and continued to gossip, "If you don't hate hospitals, then there are other things you hate?"

Wells said nothing, obviously not intending to answer.

Seeing him like this, Jay knew that he couldn't get the answer, so he could only give up asking, and at most go back and check again.

He looked around, looking for a figure that should have been here.

"Where's your adjutant? Why don't you see him?"

"I sent him to visit."

"Visiting? Admiral Abbott?" Seeing Wells nodding, Jay yelled strangely, "You actually sent him there, so my persuasion for most of the day was not in vain."

Wells remained silent and didn't even look at him. Even if he didn't like going to the hospital, shouldn't he send a personal representative to visit his boss?

Jay murmured a lot, and Wells got tired of hearing it, "You came to me just to talk about this?"

"Of course not." Only then did Jay remember that he had other business to do.

"News came from galaxy No. [-]. The planet Cross has not been peaceful recently, and there seems to be signs of terrorist activities."

"Terrorists?" Wells was finally shaken by the news, frowning. "Galaxy No. [-] is not a galaxy on the edge of the Federation. How could there be terrorist activities? Is the news reliable?"

"It's the news from the garrison, it should be reliable." Jay was also confused and incredulous because of this news.

As Wells said, Galaxy No. [-] is not a fringe galaxy of the Federation. On the contrary, Galaxy No. [-] is closer to the main galaxy of the Federation among dozens of galaxies in the Federation. The living planet has a large population and is very prosperous. It has always been the focus of the Federation's attention. In such a place, there will be terrorist organizations that can bypass the eyes and ears of the garrison. It is incredible to work part-time.

"Are there any casualties?" Wells' brow has never been relaxed. Among all the hostile organizations in the universe, the terrorist organization is the most troublesome for the Federation. The harm they bring is even worse than the interstellar pirates. At least there are still a few organizations in the interstellar pirates who don't want human life but only seek money. However, terrorist organizations may personally create planets and destroy people's lives. It is their hobby. As long as they can bring losses to the Federation, there is nothing they can't do.

"That's why it's strange. There were no casualties at all. If it was an ordinary terrorist organization, the garrison would have solved it by itself long ago. It would be my turn to report to you." Jay said here, with a strange look on his face .

Wells raised his eyebrows, which meant that he was interested in Jay's words.

Jay rolled his eyes around, leaned over, lowered his voice, and asked mysteriously, "Do you think there is really a god of death in this world?"

With a snap, the pen in Wells' hand broke in two.