Cherry Town, suburbs.

In the courtyard of the safe house, the three of John did not stop their work because of the arrival of the old general, and under the watchful eyes of those guards, the three of them still cleaned up the messy courtyard of their home as before.

Delbon, who had previously said that he wanted to help, naturally continued to clean up.

However, this member of the 'Clock Tower' stationed in the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' was keenly aware of the difference between the three of them.

John concentrated on the work in his hands, but the breath on his body became colder and colder, like a cold wind blowing deep in the forest on a winter night, making people shiver.

Brian, who seems to be diligent, is actually a little absent-minded, when moving the fig tree, his eyes will always involuntarily scan the guard in front of the safe house, and when the guard's gaze sweeps, the middle-aged father will change to a harmless and warm smile.

It's just that when the guard's gaze deviates, there will be a trace of evil in his eyes.

And McCall?

There was vigilance in his eyes.

Not only was he vigilantly looking in the direction of the safe house, but he was also vigilant about the stopped helicopter, and the hand holding the broom handle was even more bruised.

Delbon had no doubt that John, Brian, and McCall were determined to fight back if the guards had made any excesses.

He didn't want to get involved.

"Hey, guys."

"It's fine."

"The old general is a good man."

Delbon began to try to enliven the oppressive atmosphere.

"Well, you can see it."

Brian nodded.

"Good guys?"

"Good people are the scariest thing."

"Because, he thinks that what he does is for your good, and the people around him think it's a good thing because he is a good person, as for you, as the most direct participant?"

"No one will ask you what you think."

"Or rather, no one cares about your thoughts at all."

"After all, you're not them."

McCall sneered, his hands resting on his shovel, a flash of memory flashing in his eyes.

There is no doubt that the memory is definitely not a good memory.

"So, I hate people and prefer dogs."

John opened his mouth rarely.

He straightened up, with vicissitudes and hesitation in his eyes, and after glancing around at the outsiders, he gestured to Brian and McCall.

With a simple gesture, he held out his finger and tapped at himself, Brian, and McCall, and then, clenched his fist into the air.

Immediately, Brian and McCall nodded.

And, go your separate ways.

Brian and McCall left, John stayed where he was, Delbon looked at the two who left, and then at John who was continuing to clean up the courtyard on the side, and couldn't help but open his mouth.

"What does that mean?"

"We're in this group, aren't we?"

"Can you tell me?"

"Otherwise, it will make me look like a fool."

Delbon asked.

No one wants to be a fool, especially when Delbon discovers the secrets of these three men, and his heart is as curious as if he has been scratched by a hundred claws.

"Cleaning."

John said lightly.

“？”

Derbon replied with a teasing look on his face, and while he didn't understand what was going on, he was sure it wouldn't be cleaning.

Subconsciously, Derbon wanted to open his mouth to ask again, but looking at John's cold face, this member of the 'Clock Tower' stationed in the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' swallowed his words back.

Of course it won't be fear!

He just thinks it's good to clean up.

You see, the petals of a place, isn't it a pity?

With so many petals, making them into flower dew and essential oil is the best choice.

He wants to use his actions to turn everything into treasure.

Immediately, Delbon took action.

And Delbon didn't notice it at all, John swept him out of the corner of his eye.

Is this the 'Mystery'?

John thought silently.

Then, after comparing Jason and his previous enemy Edward, he couldn't help but shake his head.

It's fake, right?

Definitely, yes.

Erha also often blends in with the wolves, doesn't it?

With this definition in hand, John stopped paying more attention to the other party and began to finish the work at hand.

As for other things?

He believes that Brian and McCall will do better.

Just as he believed that Jason would be able to handle the conversation.

In the safe house, Jason sits on the couch.

On the opposite side was the old general, and on the left hand side was the old instructor—and the conversation began only after the old instructor entered the safe house.

There are only three people in the entire living room.

The rest of them left at the signal of the old general.

"Nice house, simple and functional."

The old instructor praised with a smile.

It's not perfunctory, but he really likes the style here, there is no complicated decoration, with the simplest appearance, to achieve the original purpose, just like fighting, things that can be solved with one punch, don't grind and chirp and say a lot of nonsense, when it comes to the back, you can't convince the other party, you still have to rely on your fists.

As for convincing the other side?

The old instructor firmly believed that fists were the best education, far more than verbal warnings.

"John is an amazing fellow."

"Bryan, McCall too."

"Do you know how I feel when I see the three of them?"

"I almost wanted to grab my adjutant and ask him why he had put these three bombastic guys out of the army, and then I couldn't help but want them to join this 'civil recruitment.'"

The old general spread his hands half-jokingly.

"Civil conscription?"

Jason asked about topics of interest.

And about the John Three?

They were friends, but he had no right to answer for the three Johns.

It's all up to them.

In the same way, Jason believed that when something similar happened, the three John would do the same.

Mutual respect is the foundation of being friends.

"Well, civil conscription!"

The old general nodded, his body that had been sitting up straight became even straighter, he restrained the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said with a serious face: "The current situation is very unfavorable for us. ”

"In the head-on battle with the Sabi people, we won a partial victory, but on the whole, we were disadvantaged."

"Even, an absolute disadvantage."

Speaking of this, the old general frowned.

He didn't want to admit it, but his uprightness as a soldier made him not hide it.

"The moon is just an outpost fortress for the other side."

"Their home planet is each other's base."

"And now, we don't even know where their home planet is."

"But on the contrary, they know where we are—"

"Ground!"

"They have already begun to infiltrate us, and it is very difficult for us to defend against such infiltration."

After the old general's words fell, he took a deep breath and fell into silence.

Jason is well aware that the so-called 'difficult to defend' refers not only to those 'infiltrators', but also to the 'battleships' that have appeared in the sky before.

How this battleship appeared, Jason is not clear.

But he knew what the appearance of this 'battleship' meant.

It means that the Sabi people can easily destroy any city on the ground, it means that the Sabi people can carry out a devastating blow to any landmark building on the ground at will, and it means that countless ordinary people will become numbers that can be easily erased.

"Didn't we find anything about it?"

Jason asked.

The word we, made the old instructor laugh.

The old man, who was as strong as a bear, patted Jason on the shoulder vigorously before speaking.

"Nope."

"Neither Rael nor me have found the slightest thing."

"It's as if it appeared out of nowhere."

"And that's impossible in itself."

The old instructor said, looking at the old general.

He believed that this old friend's men, after the initial exploration, should have made an even greater discovery at this moment.

In fact, it is also true.

The old general raised his right hand, and a report began to appear on the microcomputer.

The report data is complex, with all kinds of numbers and symbols that Jason has seen appearing in it, but more often than not, Jason has never seen any symbols.

μ？ ∑？ wff？?？？

What is it?

Why do I feel like I've seen it, but I can't remember it?

Jason explored his memory for three seconds, and then he simply saw the summary sentence at the bottom.

This is a 'living' battleship.

There are both mechanical and biological reactions.

It is not a being that belongs to any of our cognitions.

"A living battleship?"

Jason suddenly.

No wonder it's so delicious.

Wrong!

No wonder it was when I ate the power core that I rebelled.

"The battleship is still alive?"

The old instructor's eyes widened in surprise.

"I don't know, it's the first time I've seen it."

The old general shook his head.

"So it's able to evade our surveillance?"

"Like that?"

The old instructor frowned, took a deep breath, and made a curled up pose.

The body that was originally as strong as a bear immediately shrank a little.

It's just a little bit, and it still looks like a bear.

It used to be a lazy and well-fed bear.

Now it's the bear that took a deep breath and was ready to climb a tree to steal honey.

But Jason understood the meaning.

Since the battleship is alive, can such a battleship change its form?

What would this living battleship look like under normal conditions?

Or rather, what is it capable of disguised?

And also!

What will it taste like in camouflage?

Saliva began to secrete involuntarily in Jason's mouth.

Can't be dominated by 'appetite'!

Jason immediately came back to his senses and began to inform himself.

"General Forno, how are the other cities?"

Jason shifted his attention.

"It's all under control, and only such a peculiar battleship has appeared."

The old general replied.

"Is that so?"

Jason frowned.

He definitely didn't feel sorry for the fact that he could only eat one battleship, but he was thinking about whether this meant that such a battleship was also rare for the Sabi people, and he could only send one.

Or, only if one is sent, it will not be discovered.

When Jason said this, the old general immediately nodded.

"Previously the people in the staff had already come up with the idea that we would rearrange the radar."

"And ......"

"Jason, would you like to be a full-time soldier?"

The old general looked at Jason and extended an invitation.

"Master Chief is good."

Jason replied.

"Understood."

The old general nodded again, and then, the old general, stood up, ready to leave.

For Lieutenant General Rael. For Funuo, time is precious.

The reason why I was able to find time to get to Jason's side was because Jason showed great strength that could not be ignored and played a key role in this battle.

Especially the latter, otherwise no matter how powerful it is, the old general will not appear at all.

After all, there is no shortage of powerful 'mystical people' around him.

"Your exploits have been recorded, what is needed, speak directly to Cortana, and she will take full responsibility."

Before pushing the door and leaving, the old general said.

"Okay."

Jason replied.

Standing in the courtyard in front of the door, Jason and the old instructor watched the old general leave in a helicopter.

Before getting on the plane, Cortana, who was the liaison officer, turned around and waved at Jason.

Jason bowed slightly, in response.

"The army is actually a good place."

"There's some secret art out there, and those potions."

"Jason, if you join, Rael will not be stingy."

The old instructor stood aside and said with a little regret.

In this regard, Jason was indifferent.

In a world with a 'mysterious side', the power of the official is naturally not to be underestimated.

It is not inconceivable that some secret techniques that seem to be lost to the outside world have appeared in the official secret library.

Even, to some extent, it will be far beyond the imagination of ordinary mysterious people.

Inheritance will always appear in any organization.

In particular, the victorious side.

As long as the wrist is good enough, you can easily get everything from the loser.

Otherwise, how did the 'Spartan Elixir' come about?

Jason absolutely did not believe that it was because of the invasion of the Sabi people, the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' and the 'Mysterious Side' cooperated to develop such a special potion in less than a year.

It must have been studied for a long time.

The addition of the 'mystery side' may have played a catalytic role.

Or maybe it's just some kind of cover-up.

But no matter what, Jason won't choose to officially join.

It's not just that he doesn't like to be tied down, it's because he has so many secrets.

Once discovered, it's a whole lot of trouble.

If there is too much trouble, it becomes a scourge.

Jason didn't want to be a scourge.

I don't want to be seen as a scourge.

The sturdy bear-like old man looked at Jason's indifferent appearance and couldn't help but pat Jason's shoulder again.

This time, even harder than before.

"Young people should be more energetic, and don't learn from those tricks and put on a pretentious posture."

"In the future, I will often come to 'Copper Unyielding', those little guys are looking forward to your appearance, especially after the scene ...... just now, 'Battleship'? What a terrible talent. ”

With such words, the old instructor also left.

After Derbon waved goodbye to the old instructor, Jason had already walked in front of him.

"Excellency Jason?"

Delbon looked at Jason who was walking and was stunned.

"Do you remember your previous promise?"

Jason asked earnestly.

Looking at Jason's serious appearance, Delbon immediately carefully recalled what kind of promise he had given Jason.

However, I didn't think about it for a long time.

"Can you give me a hint?"

"You know, so much has happened in the past two days, and my brain is running out of it."

Derbon raised his right hand and pinched his index finger with his thumb, revealing a small knuckle of one index finger with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"You said you knew a nice shop......

"Please eat!"

"Yes!"

"I promised to invite you to dinner!"

"Shall we leave now?"

"It's going to take a little bit of time to get back to the city from here, just in time for dinner."

Before Jason could finish speaking, Delbon thought of his promise and said again and again.

At the same time, Derbon breathed a sigh of relief.

Just scared him to death.

He also thought he had forgotten some important promise.

It turned out to be a meal.

Isn't it just a meal?

He can't go bankrupt if he can still eat him.