"I know, I know, I can't help it?" Anatoly swallowed another piece of beef and replied in his broken Chinese.

Although he is personally more passionate about French raw steaks, this Chinese hot pot is really good.

"And it's not a prison, at most it's just an isolation center, we can leave after three months of quarantine, and we still have to run?"

"You know what?" Bertha slapped him on the head, "Didn't you hear what they said to you?" ”

"Orcs, half-bloods, we're not human at all! Isn't it human and can still let you go? Where to go? Walking the streets all over the world? Crazy you, think about it with a little brain, it's not possible! ”

"But didn't they say it again? As long as we are willing to join the American branch of Atlantis College, we can live on land in peace." Anatoly retorted.

The staff of the quarantine center had already said that they were victims of this operation, so the academy would not hold them responsible, but the quarantine inspection was inevitable, because no one was worried that there would be an unawakened Supreme Prince of the beast clan mixed between them.

It's just that to the Academy's surprise, almost ninety-five percent of the crew on the Miracle are hybrids with hidden beast blood, and although the purity is not too high, the number of one hundred and seventy-eight hybrids is still too large. The number of trainees enrolled by the Japanese branch of the academy is only more than 150 each year, and compared to them, the crew of the Miracle almost occupies the annual enrollment quota of the Japanese branch.

However, adhering to the principle of "quality is not enough quantity to make up", the academy also said that as long as they want, the door of Atlantis is also open for them. And in view of their active cooperation in this mission, the college decided to give them some generous preferential treatment - a separate villa area in the US branch for them to live in!

To live on land is the dream of almost every crew member of the Miracle. If it weren't for the Miracle's explicit rule that no crew member should leave the ship to live on land, I'm afraid they would have married and had children on land by now.

"Five insurances and one housing fund, year-end bonuses, and a separate villa area for us to live in? Are you having your brain watted or your brain kicked by a donkey! Do you believe in this kind of pie-in-the-sky thing? Pertha looked at him coldly.

Although the attitude of the staff who received them was indeed good, he was suspicious of everyone after Charles's death. And Charles ......

Thinking of this, Bosa couldn't help but sigh.

Charles's death has not yet been investigated, and although the people at the quarantine say that he may have been eaten by beast slaves, Perza still wants to investigate the ins and outs of the matter. After all, I have been living so inexplicably, and I always feel that there is a stone pressing in my heart.

"Are you trying to find out what happened?" In the rain, a middle-aged man in a black fur coat suddenly walked in and stood at the door soaked in the rain.

Strange to him, the clerk should have gotten up to welcome the customer at this time, but no, the young clerk was still lying quietly at the counter.

With a "bang", Bosa and the third officer jumped up from the table, bowed down, and touched their waists with their palms. They tried to pull out the pistol that was hidden in the waist, but it was missed, the pistol was not there, and all their weapons were stored in the isolation center.

"Who are you?" Bertha asked alarmedly. The third mate had already found a chair from under the table, and if there was the slightest mistake, he would immediately rush up with the chair.

"What? You Russians are just hospitable to pick up a chair and do a fight? The man smiled disapprovingly. In this room, almost everything was in his perception, the hot soup gurgling in the spicy pot, the hand of Anatoly grabbing the chair, including the movement of the dagger hidden in the sleeve of Perza.

"Anatoly, put it down!" Bertha snorted, pushed the dagger back into the knife holster, and ordered Anatoly to put the chair down.

There was something strange about the appearance of the man in front of him, and the clerk who was napping did not notice his arrival at all when he came. Bertha concluded that this man should be the half-breed that the staff of the quarantine center said they were talking about, and he was also a half-breed who had successfully awakened the Styx!

"Who are you?" Bertha asked again, since the comer had sensed their intentions, the thing of hiding the knife behind his back must not be done again.

At this time, you should first ask the man's identity, and then determine his intention, otherwise rashly drawing a knife will only anger him even more.

"You're really like your grandfather Andre, all of them are acute." The man laughed softly and lifted his hat, revealing the Italian face inside.

"But it seems that your grandfather only taught you how to use weapons to kill, but did not teach you how to treat people with courtesy, which is really sad." The man smiled playfully, "Oh, I forgot, your grandfather died in some of the Soviet-American wars when you were eight years old, and you are just a poor ghost he left behind in this world." ”

"Enough!" Pertha frowned, faintly angry. Although he didn't really want to mention his grandfather, he hadn't fallen to the point where others were pointing fingers at him.

"Something to say now, I don't believe you came to us at night just to say this." Pertha sat back in his chair coldly, eating his beef.

The man calmly looked at the gobbling up Bossa on the table, was silent for a moment, and then hissed, "Just now you should have pulled the dagger out of your sleeve and cut my throat with a knife." ”

"Why didn't you do it?" He asked.

"Do you think I have a chance?" Persa stopped what he was doing and squinted at him.

"Yes if you want." "But there's only a one percent chance." ”

"Whew!"

Pertha couldn't help but laugh.

One percent chance? What's the difference between that and looking for death?

"Don't jump to conclusions." The man seemed to know what he was thinking, and he said, "Have you ever heard of 'Gernor's Law'?" ”

"Gerno's Law?" (Author's note: Gerno's law does not exist in reality, it is pure fiction here)

"Yes." The man nodded and said, "Gerno's law is a probabilistic law proposed by a philosopher in medieval Europe, for example, there are always only two possibilities for the outcome of a thing, either good or bad, which is similar to stuffing only one bullet in the six slots of a revolver. If you compare these two possibilities to a dart wheel, the wheel is painted in two different colors, black and white, red and white, or any two other colors, and you can choose one color to paint its area a little more, or you can paint an area of the other color a little more, but no matter which color you paint more than the other, it doesn't prevent it from having two different colors of its own. ”

In other words...... You're in the same situation as the roulette wheel mentioned in Gernor's Law, if you choose to shoot, then you have a 1% chance of killing me, but if that choice falls on that 1% area, it means that it may be 100% realized! In other words, whether you succeed or not, you only have two possibilities, 'kill me or not', and the probability is half and half, that is, 50% of the time! ”

"So you mean...... Actually, there's a 50% chance that I can kill you? Bertha shook his eyebrows.

"So to speak." The man nodded and smiled, "Your grandfather has done this better than you, because even if the probability in front of him at the moment is only one in a thousand, then he can give you a five-thousandth hundred." ”

"Do you really know my grandfather?" Bosa glanced at this middle-aged man of the same age as himself suspiciously, and questioned with some disbelief, "Not an enemy?" ”

"It's not." The man said, "Your grandfather was my immediate boss, and in 1938 he promoted me to colonel of the Soviet Union, during which time we fought together in the Battle of Stalingrad and the Normandy landings...... It wasn't until the outbreak of World War II that we parted ways and went to two separate battlefields in Europe. ”

"But you ......" Perza looked him up and down carefully, and it was really difficult to connect him with his grandfather.

Their families have had children late in the generations, and most men do not have the next generation until they are in their forties. So if his grandfather is still alive now, then he will be more than 120 years old this year, but the man in front of him now looks about the same age as himself, how can Bosa believe that he is the same age as his grandfather?

"There is no doubt about it, although I only look like I am in my forties now, my actual age has reached more than one hundred and ten years old, but there may be some differences between my bloodline and yours, so the body cells in my body will age more slowly." The man saw his doubts and explained softly.

"Officially acquainted, Justice Army, Kastellonovo, your grandfather's old friend."

(End of chapter)

Extra-chapter notes:

(1) Battle of Stalingrad: codenamed "War Meat Grinder", was a German battle in World War II for the battle for the southern Soviet city of Stalingrad, which lasted from June 28, 1942 to February 2, 1943. It was a turning point on the Eastern Front of World War II, and it was also the bloodiest battle in recent history in terms of casualty figures alone, with more people involved than any other battle in history, and is known for the casualties caused by both sides ignoring the distinction between military and civilians.

(2) Normandy landing: codenamed "Operation Overlord", was a large-scale offensive launched by the Allies on the Western Front in Europe in World War II, and it was the largest maritime landing operation in the world so far, which was the importance of fundamentally changing the strategic situation of World War II

ps: For my sake, don't care why there are so many extra-chapter notes.