Chapter 240: The Chat Room

The people of the 13th Regiment of the Eighth Army Headquarters experienced what a rollercoaster mood is like during this time.

In just one week, several major events occurred in the 13th Army Corps one after another.

First of all, the military minister didn't know what to smoke and returned the deputy corps commander who had been imprisoned for more than 20 years to the legion, and then an edict recalled the corps commander who was far away on the front line to expand the territory, and then personally sent the deputy corps commander who was not favored by everyone back to the station, and took away the corps commander Xiao Xiao, who had been abused by the deputy corps commander like a vegetable to faint.

However, this is only the beginning.

The deputy commander of the Thirteenth Legion, Kanan, slept in his room for three days, and whenever the guards assigned to him went in to check on the chief's condition, they saw people huddled on the top of the wardrobe in the same position and closed their eyes, if it wasn't for the breath, the guards would think that the chief was dead on the top of the closet.

On the fourth day, the guard entered Kanan's room again, and found that there was finally no one on the top of the closet, and when he looked again, the bathroom door was ajar, and there was a sound of water coming from inside, holding a brand new uniform, and the guard did not intend to shy away from pushing the door directly.

Then he bumped into the scene of Kanan slightly closing his eyes and blaspheming himself in the large bathtub.

Sensing that someone had entered, Kanan only raised his eyelids and glanced at him before he was immersed in self-pleasure again, and the guards froze in place for several seconds before they realized that they should avoid it, but their legs couldn't move as if they were filled with lead, and they couldn't take their eyes off the person in the bathtub.

After another ten seconds, Kanan convulsed for a moment and gradually quieted down, half-floating in the bathtub with his eyes closed as if he was asleep.

The guard swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely, pinched himself desperately, and finally was able to move, but as soon as he moved, a drenched feline orc jumped up from the bathtub with a huge splash of water, pressing him to the ground, and the claws immediately beckoned down!

The guards woke up in severe pain, and when they woke up, they found that their faces were covered with thick veils and they couldn't see anything.

From the mouth of the medical staff, the guards learned that he was seriously injured, and if it wasn't for the help, he would have died in time, but even so, he lost both eyes, and his body was accompanied by disabilities in many places.

The story of the guards soon spread throughout the Thirteenth Legion, and no one dared to approach the good-looking man again.

Sure enough, the man who is the military minister is as terrible as the military minister!

But it doesn't matter, they still have a legionnaire!

The remaining soldiers of the Thirteenth Army had never looked forward to the return of the commander so much as they did now.

However, as soon as the corps commander returned to the administrative star, he went straight to the military headquarters building, and did not come to the station at all, which broke the hearts of a group of people who were looking forward to it.

They hurried to inquire when the Legion Commander would return, and then passed on the news to others who were interested in the matter.

The corps commander saw the military chief.

The corps commander was asking about his son.

The military commander did not answer, and took the regiment commander directly to the roof room.

The corps commander stayed in the military minister's room for four hours, and when he came out, his face did not look very good, and even his steps were a little vain, but the military minister attended the next chief executive meeting in high spirits.

……

The people of the Thirteenth Legion, who had made up a lot of drama in their brains, bowed to tears of sympathy for their own legion commander, and also felt sad for the reputation of the Thirteenth Legion that could not turn over from then on.

……

Yang Qinglan had been very concerned about what was happening on the side of the Thirteenth Legion, especially when she knew that Kanan had gouged out the eyes of her own guards and almost tore people to pieces, and her worries about Kanan deepened a little.

However, she didn't plan to intervene for the time being, and wanted to observe for a few more days, and maybe there would be new discoveries after finding out the situation on Lofeel's side.

On the way to the conference room, Yang Qinglan simulated Ront's psychological state in her mind over and over again, adjusting her way of thinking, so that she could better "become" Ront, in order to be able to experience that feeling, she deliberately opened the shadow queen halo for a few minutes to compare the self-state before and after the halo and then correct.

When she walked to the door of the conference room, there was no "Yang Qinglan" in her heart, only "Ront".

Sensing Ront's permission, the door opened automatically, and the conference room, which was still a little noisy a second before the door opened, suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on this door, waiting for the person behind the door to appear.

But when the person behind the door really appeared, and no one dared to look at him, they all lowered their heads to look at the various materials prepared on their desks, and at first glance they seemed to be very serious, but in fact, many people were already trembling with fear.

It's hard for someone who hasn't seen Ron to understand the unquenchable fear that gushes from the depths of his heart, and it's clear that he's not paying attention to you, but just standing in front of him, you feel like you're facing an active volcano that could erupt at any moment.

Those who sat in the front row felt the most obvious, Lophael was sitting in the middle of the first row because of his identity, and as Ron walked through the door, Lophael felt that each of his hair was going to stand on end.

Pleased by the attitude of a group of usually high-ranking chief executives, "Ront" sat on the rostrum with a rare smile on his face, but such a smile represented a bloody storm in the eyes of many people, and he always felt that he would order everyone in the conference room to be killed in the next second.

Staring at Lofeel in front of her, Yang Qinglan found that she could only see the top of his head, so she planned to turn on the real-time display function of the progress bar, but when she opened the control panel, a system message automatically popped up.

[A nearby "chat room" has been detected, do you want to join it?] (Anonymous available)】

Nearby "chat rooms???

Yang Qinglan immediately chose to "join".

Is it anonymous? 】

Anonymity.

[Anonymous joining the chat room will not be able to speak, sure to join anonymously? ] 】

Are you sure.

As she made her choice, a translucent web interface in the style of a 90s chat room appeared in front of her, which was frantically swiping some information, and most of the information swiped out was made by the same person.

This person's ID is called "official match is reversible and inseparable", and the gender seems to be female.

The first and latest piece of information that Yang Qinglan saw was written like this-

[Oh my God!!, ahhhh 】

Further up.

[Oh God, I'm almost out of breath, I love this wonderful feeling of suffocation!!] 】

Further up.

[Why is Ron such a handsome uncle?!! Ahhhh!!h 】

Further up.

[I'm attending a meeting of the Chief Executive, and the convener of the meeting is Ronte, and I'm going to meet him soon, and I'm a little excited. 】

……

There were about seven or eight people speaking in the chat room, only the person who swiped the screen was in the room, and everyone else was concerned about Ront's situation, but no matter what questions were asked, they were quickly brushed off and could not be answered at all.

According to the content of the swipe, Yang Qinglan glanced at the venue, and quickly circled the target on a few people who looked a little abnormal, and at this time, new news swiped out in the chat room.

[The person who influenced the original plot and made Canan leave Ronte's side is simply unforgivable!! I must try to get Kanan back to the Minister of War!! 】

[But I also seem to be in captivity, what should I do!! 】

[Ahhhh

Yang Qinglan's eyes narrowed, and she quickly analyzed the key points in this information, and while despising the thoughts of this person who is temporarily called "sister" in her heart, she concealed her hesitant actions just now because of the system news.

Anyway, few people dared to stare at him, and no one paid attention to the momentary stuckness.

She flipped through the materials prepared for her by the adjutant on the table, and said casually: "Do you know why you called everyone?" ”

The venue was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the floor, but the chat room was not quiet.

[What a majestic and domineering voice full of magnetism, the bed words spoken in this voice must be very beautiful, even if it is abuse, I am willing!] 】

"During this time, the Eighth Military Department has done everything in the entire empire, and as the administrators of each star field, don't you have anything to say?"

[Yes, yes! I have something to say! It's all my fault! Come and punish me!! Any punishment can be done! 】

"I know that some of you not only don't think it's your fault, but are happy to see the current situation happen, and some of you even simply become the enemy's helper, but I don't plan to kill people today, so I won't pursue it for the time being."

[Kill, kill, the military minister's killing must be good-looking! ] Those who stand in the way of the military minister's domination of the world deserve to die!! 】

"However, I don't want to see the Eighth Army Department continue like this, so I recalled most of the front-line military strength, and the administrative means didn't work, so I'll be tough, what I did fifty years ago, I don't mind doing it again fifty years later."

[The military minister is stunned, ah!!hh 】

[Who can tell our military minister what he did fifty years ago?] 】

"Give you three minutes to sort out your thoughts, give solutions, and write them down and submit them to me, and if you don't submit them after three minutes, hehe."

As soon as "Ront" finished speaking, all the chief executives immediately moved as if they had been struck by electricity at the same time, recording their thoughts as quickly as possible on the holographic display board in front of them, for fear of exceeding the time limit.

[Eh, what did the Minister of War do fifty years ago? 】

[He gave us a time limit to complete the task, what will happen if the time is exceeded?] Does anyone know? 】

Time passed minute by minute, and soon everyone submitted their plans one after another, and everyone wrote as short as possible to avoid exceeding the time limit.