Lethal Weapon of the Empire Chapter 2

The young man opened his eyes in a terrible shock.

The roar of rolling thunder came from far and near, the blood-red cannon light illuminated the night sky, the earth shook slightly in the huge shadow of the landing warship, and successive explosions were heard in the distance.

The young man struggled to sit up from the petri dish filled with liquid, and found that he was completely naked. He was surrounded by an empty wasteland, with many broken parts of instruments and broken wires popping up from the ground, flashing and sizzling. Loud blue electric sparkle.

It was simply an abandoned cemetery.

The young man stared at his hands tremblingly, his mind went blank, and countless questions rushed to his mind.

---who I am? What is this place?

---Why am I here?

"The No. 2 test site has been cleaned up, and we are heading towards the East District. We are heading towards the East District..." Suddenly, a voice sounded not far away. The boy turned his head sharply, and sure enough, several soldiers wearing black protective clothing were holding dogs. Come this way.

At that moment, he had no time to think, and the young man stumbled over and climbed out of the petri dish. He saw an old white coat that was left behind from an unknown time hanging next to the container. He immediately grabbed it and wrapped it around his body.

"What was that...someone! Don't run!"

The giant dog started barking wildly, and those people immediately noticed the movement and started chasing after them. The young man looked around hastily, subconsciously turned around and ran away, but before he could take two steps, he heard a "Bang!" behind him, and the bullet flew out against his heel!

"Don't run! Otherwise we'll shoot!"

The young man didn't know why he was running. Crazy fear occupied his entire consciousness. He could feel the giant dog chasing after him like an arrow, its sharp teeth only one step away from the back of his neck --- Boom!

Thanks to the countless huge abandoned instruments on the ground, the boy dodged at the critical moment, and the giant dog slammed into half of the broken metal screen.

Several soldiers roared, "Stop!" "There is a missed target here!" "Notify the cleaning team of Group B, quickly!"

The young man panted nervously and saw a few sharp metal fragments on the ground. He immediately rushed forward and grabbed them in his hands.

The moment he stood up, two other giant dogs roared over!

In an instant, time seemed to stretch infinitely, and all movements were extremely slow. The young man raised his arms and backhand, slashing diagonally with the sharp metal dagger, piercing through the giant dog's ferocious mouth!

---puff!

Blood flowers suddenly burst out, and the giant dog fell to the ground with a roar!

The young man had no time to stand still when a terrifying giant black dog suddenly pounced. Its huge body, more than three meters tall, fell from the sky, and its teeth were precisely aimed at the young man's throat.

It was too late, but it was so fast that the young man had no time to turn around and avoid it. At the critical moment, he knelt down and raised his body. His whole body and the ground formed a 90-degree U-shape. He held the dagger in both hands and turned his wrist to stab!

With a pop, the blade pierced the flesh and blood. The giant dog was too powerful and had no time to land. It actually flew across the air along with the blade!

With a roar that shook the sky, the giant beast's heavy body was disemboweled in mid-air. The hard muscles and bones produced strong resistance to the blade. The young man's palm was instantly cut deep to the bone --- followed by a The beast's blood was poured down on the young man's head and face!

"This...this..." Several soldiers were shocked speechless by this bloody scene, and then they quickly chased after them, shouting: "Don't move! Otherwise, don't move!" Really shot!"

The young man shook off the giant dog's body and staggered away. The bullets landed on the ground almost following his footsteps. He was extremely frightened and desperately searched for cover in the open space. Several discarded metal instruments that had fallen to the ground were suddenly shot into a honeycomb by strings of bullets.

"You can't run! Stop! Surrender!"

The young man panted desperately. He caught a glimpse of a deep trench across the ground at the end of the clearing, and jumped without thinking.

But then he regretted it.

There is nothing at the bottom of the trench, not even a slight covering, and you can see everything from top to bottom.

The young man hurriedly wrapped himself in his white coat, gritted his teeth, and climbed onto the gravel to the other side.

His palms were dripping with blood, but the severe pain did not affect his speed. He gasped violently and grabbed the stone and jumped. Just as he was about to climb to the ground, a hand suddenly stretched out from above and grabbed his arm.

"No..."

That hand was very strong and powerful, and it actually dragged him out of the trench and threw him to the ground with a thud.

Then countless hands held him down at the same time, and the cold muzzle of the gun pressed tightly against his temple.

"No... let go! Let me go!"

Because he hadn't spoken for many years, the boy's voice was hoarse and almost changed its tone, sounding broken and shrill. However, his struggle was insignificant in front of a group of well-trained soldiers. Soon someone roughly handcuffed his hands behind his back and pressed him hard to the ground.

"Let me go...please! Let me go!"

The colonel who handcuffed him stood up and motioned to his men not to release their guns. Then he turned around and shouted respectfully: "Alistair General."

The man who had pulled the boy out of the deep trench stood at the edge of the pit, frowning.

"Team A found him in an abandoned petri dish at the East End Experimental Site. We don't know what his relationship is with the Fugitive Army, but he looks like...a test subject."

The colonel turned around and winked as he spoke, and his men immediately forced the young man to turn over, revealing his pale and embarrassed face.

"May I have your name?"

The young man was so blinded by the flashlight that he turned his face away, his whole body trembling slightly from fear and embarrassment, and his white coat barely covered his huddled body during the struggle.

The colonel was about to ask again when Alistair General raised his hand to stop him, "General...?"

Felix took the flashlight, and the beam fell on a shining nameplate on the chest of his white coat, with a few letters ---gavin engraved on it.

"Gavin," the general whispered, "I haven't seen anyone named that for a long time."

The colonel moved the muzzle of the gun in his hand and looked at his superior inquiringly, only to see the general shake his head resolutely.

"Why? If it's a test subject..."

"He is an omega, didn't you see?" Felix said, "According to the empire's latest vulnerable gender protection law, any omega captured on the battlefield is not allowed to be harmed, let alone minors."

The colonel was stunned for a moment, and then he felt the extremely weak smell of omega pheromones in the boy's blood.

But it was too weak. Only continuous injection of large amounts of inhibitors could suppress the aura to this extent--not to mention that his whole body was covered with strong-smelling animal blood. No one in the group of alpha soldiers present could tell the difference. The scent of this boy came out.

The colonel was a little scared. He almost killed a rare healthy and young omega. Even on the battlefield, this was a definite felony.

"Send him to the medical unit. I want to know what the fugitive army is studying here." Felix stood up, took off his military uniform and threw it on the young man:

"---Tightly wrap him up."

2.

When Gavin woke up again, he found himself lying on the hospital bed, his left hand handcuffed between the cold iron bars of the bed.

He reluctantly sat up and saw that the ward was clean and spacious, and the snow-white alloy walls glowed with a heart-stopping cold light.

"you're awake?"

Gavin turned around suddenly and saw the ward door sliding open silently, and Felix walked in with a dinner plate.

This general looks extremely young and strong, the perfect result of who knows how many genetic modifications. The pure black imperial uniform has a thick and deep texture. The silver stars on the epaulettes and the gun on the waist are very eye-catching, giving him an overwhelming sense of threat.

He gently placed the dinner plate on the stand in front of the hospital bed: "Let's have something to eat."

The contents of the dinner plate were unexpectedly fresh and rich, and there were even seasonal fruits that were rare on the battlefield. Needless to say, it was a special treatment for omegas.

However, Gavin didn't have any intention of eating. He stared at Felix coldly, with a calm and inorganic light shining in the depths of his black eyes, and asked after a while: "Who are you?"

"Admiral of the Gemini Empire," Felix paused for a moment before asking, "What about you?"

...

Felix pulled up a chair and sat beside the hospital bed with a very calm attitude: "Do you know where this place is?"

...

"Let me tell you. This is one of the most remote areas of the empire, Red Saturn in the constellation Ophiuchus. The technological level lags behind the capital of the empire for half a century. Nine years ago, a fugitive army sneaked here to conduct top-secret human experiments. After the incident was exposed, His Majesty the Emperor sent an imperial fleet represented by me to carry out indiscriminate bombing of the northern hemisphere of Red Saturn for half a month. "

"All the fugitives are dead." Felix leaned over and stared into Gavin's beautiful eyes: "---We won't kill omegas on the battlefield, but if you dare to resist, I will have ten thousand ways. It makes you feel like you would rather die than live."

Gavin's pupils dilated slightly, and he said after a while: "I am not a deserter."

"Then what are you?"

"I have no idea."

"What's your last name?"

"have no idea."

"Then why are you here?"

"I don't know, I don't remember anything."

Felix stared at him, as if weighing the truth of his words.

Gavin gritted his teeth tightly, and the muscles all over his body ached due to the tension. He didn't know how long it took before he heard Felix whisper softly, full of threats: "You'd better not lie... This is a military camp, you Do you know how many alphas are locked up here who have never seen what an omega looks like?"

Compared with "I have ten thousand ways to make your life worse than death", the threat in this sentence is more clear, practical and maneuverable; if it were not a military camp, this sentence would be enough to convict you of S3xual harassment.

"...Are you threatening me?"

"If you think so," Felix stared at the boy's pale face, stood up and said with satisfaction, "then, yes."

Yes, that's weird.

Felix walked out of the ward, and the alloy door closed silently behind him.

As he said, in today's world where the three gender ratios of ABO are seriously imbalanced, there may be many alphas who never want to know what omegas look like throughout their lives, but they definitely do not include Asia, one of the founding generals of the Gemini Empire. Lun.

Although he is still a proud (and pathetic) diamond king, he clearly knows how weak, sensitive, timid and vulnerable omegas are. This kind of person's body is as soft and fragile as jelly. Under normal circumstances, let alone three military-modified giant dogs, a common cold would be enough to keep them in the hospital for half a month.

The empire has been cursed since its founding. The premature death rate of omegas has been increasing at a terrifying rate every year. Last year's new census showed that the S3x ratio of the three abo species has become a terrifying 25:5000:1---That 1 is the number of newborn babies. At least a quarter of young omegas will die due to various reasons during their growth.

The number of omegas determines the overall population. Because the beta fertility rate is low and most of the offspring are beta, when the ao S3x ratio is greater than 10:1, the birth rate of alphas who play elite roles in humans becomes negative; when the ao S3x ratio is greater than 20:1, the overall population begins to grow negatively. .

For an empire that had just lost tens of billions of people in the founding battle, this was simply an unbearable burden in life.

Military scientists have used various methods to reduce the mortality rate of omega babies, but to no avail. Experts even made a pessimistic statement: Within 40 years, the S3x ratio will expand to 50:1. By then, it will be enough to control the S3x crime rate, and the birth rate will not be considered at all.

Even without being an expert, Felix knows how scary the future is.

And this young man named Gavin gave him new hope.

This boy is undoubtedly an omega, but his genetic quality is almost close to that of an alpha of the same age; at the same time, blood tests have shown that his reproductive function has not been affected in any way.

The fugitive army was here to study genes that improve omegas, and they succeeded.

For an empire whose population is experiencing negative growth every year, this is simply a savior falling from the sky.

Felix ordered his men without looking back: "Send people to surround this ward. Don't even let a fly in without my order. In addition, send people to strengthen the Red Saturn defense system. The 50th anniversary of the death of the marshal will be in a week." Yeah, I don't want to see any mistakes!"

"Yes!" The colonel saluted solemnly and strode away.

According to the imperial constitution, apart from the emperor, the only person who can be called a marshal these days is the one who died on Red Saturn fifty years ago - Gavin Cilia, the last military god of the Alliance.

Felix is a loyal warrior, and his loyalty to the empire is evident over time, but as a soldier, his admiration for Marshal Jasper is also unquestionable.

---There is nothing to blame, this kind of worship within the empire is simply an open secret. Almost all the founding generals who fought against the emperor turned against Cilia's direct troops - before openly betraying the alliance, they were all loyal subordinates of the commander of Cilia, and the emperor himself even served as the captain of the bodyguard.

After the alliance failed, Commander Cilia refused to surrender and committed suicide. This has always been a huge psychological shadow on the imperial side and has not changed in half a century.

In order to express their condolences, they held a secret ceremony on Red Saturn every ten years. This ceremony was no different from a pilgrimage to the founding generals.

So when the news came that the fugitive army was conducting illegal human experiments on Red Saturn, the entire empire was furious:

"Who dares to act arrogantly on Red Saturn! Explode his whole family!"

"Cut out the fugitives! Eliminate them from the galaxy forever!"

Founding Elliot Admiral personally led the capital's Ninth Fleet - the only elite combat force composed of all alphas in the empire - to arrive at Red Saturn in a mighty manner, and it will be endless in half a month. Endless artillery fire leveled the entire planet.

---Whoever touches my eyes, I will dig out his lifeblood! The brave and fearless (and brainless) Emperor once again proved this to the entire universe with practical actions.