Prometheus and Pavlo's rooms are in the same area, separated by two aisles. On the way, Che Futi took the initiative to talk to Prometheus, not hiding her admiration for him at all. Her tall figure is full of temptation, and the crisp sound of her high heels stepping on the metal floor makes people feel strange. Looking at Che Fuyi's sexy back, Pavlo's heart was sour.

As soon as he entered the room, Pavlo hugged Che Fu and kissed her fiercely, as if a withering grass in the desert had finally received the nectar that had not been seen for a long time, and bathed in it with hunger and thirst, and wanted to crush her into pieces and swallow her belly, but knelt at her feet.

Che Fudi looked at the man who had already knelt willingly with satisfaction, and her heart was indescribably happy. The happiness coach always gets her wish when she needs it, and she can't help but be impressed by the strange scientific and technological creativity of water molecules and human beings. She flashed to the computer desk and poured herself a glass of wine, a contemptuous smile on her lips. The laugh stimulated Pavlo. She allowed him to tame and accept domination after frustration, and in this taming she constantly fused her soul with her body, and whispered softly in his ear, "Honey, I will give you pleasure." Come on, snap your fingers. I'll go take a shower first. ”

Pavlo snapped his fingers obediently, and the voice-activated projection computer automatically started, and soon the page for entering the password popped up, but he forgot to enter it until Che Fudi smiled and reminded him. The computer password is automatically updated once a month, and it is entered into the brain through a brain-computer interface device for him to extract. She stroked his head. She was very fond of his head, and wanted to find out how many secrets were hidden in it, and the self-righteous guy, "I'm going to jump into his head sooner or later......"

She thought, smirking smirk, giving him a more solid tenderness. She knew how this action would affect the head she was playing with, and sure enough, she felt the throbbing of his nerves. She didn't really bother to take a shower, it was just a wonderful excuse to stimulate his brain cells to have all sorts of fantasies when she needed them. She was his soul. She dominates him to think of her with all his heart, and he thinks of her with all his heart. She didn't allow the slightest distraction in his head, and his brain cells scrambled to listen to her. She didn't want humans to change their predetermined trajectory because of some strange thoughts he suddenly had, and he cherished her love even more.

The computer quickly took you to the main page. The soft voice is like a program command that drives the main system of his brain neurons to run rapidly, directing each subsystem to automatically complete all predetermined operations. He automatically clicks on a folder, which is a habitual action he has to do every day to turn on the computer. The computer pops up the password input box again. He automatically reads out the password, which is the second habitual action he has to do next. But then it blocked the machine, because the subsequent actions have infinite randomness, not an automatic continuation of the prescribed actions. However, none of this matters, what matters is his continuous emotional response.

She pressed her face to him, feeling the fire burning, and laughed coquettishly, her silky fingers plucking a chord-like tenderness, her long hair flowing gently down his cheeks. He trembled like an electric shock, his chest heaved sharply, enjoying his freedom, thanking God from the bottom of his heart, and crying out over and over again: "Oh, Chefudi! My God......"

She watched him fall asleep contentedly, put on his dress, walked to the computer on tiptoe, pulled out a very small ultra-thin disk from the trimmed platinum bracelet and inserted it into the host interface, and then found a file from the open folder, connected the data cable to the phone, and downloaded it synchronously with the disk. The full name of the document is "Plan for Military Deployment in Space and the Development and Application of High-Tech Weapons" (Deliberation Draft), and it was prepared by the Space Military Commission, the Space Joint Fleet Combat Command, and the Space Science and Technology Commission. The document has a stamp with the word "top secret" in the upper left corner, and the text alone is hundreds of pages, not including design drawings, renderings, experimental samples and engineering videos, etc., and it takes several minutes to download them all. She waited nervously when she suddenly heard his voice: "Honey, what are you doing......"

Her heart tightened, she had an extra knife in her hand, and waited motionlessly for him to come, but she didn't move. Looking sideways, I saw that he was still asleep, and put a hand on the place where she had just slept, only to realize that he was dreaming. Thinking of his fascination all night, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile a little, poured a glass of wine, and waited patiently while enjoying the wine, too lazy to take him in his eyes.

The file is downloaded. She simply touched up her makeup, put on a dark purple coat and hurried out.

Ten minutes later, she drove from the nearby 226th District into Battlestar's wide main road. The sun is shining, the white clouds are around, the blue sky is as blue as washing, the wind is blowing gently, lifting the pale green silk scarf on the pink neck, and the spring is indescribable. Rows of tall buildings fly by in the rearview mirror, green grass, flowers of all shapes, lush crops, and dense forests lined with green trees...... One by one, it is beautiful. She reminded herself to relax between the unreal and the real, and don't forget that if you accidentally fall into the pitch-black space outside the Battlestar at minus 270 degrees, you will freeze into a zombie in an instant.

An hour later. She passed a busy military port, consciously slowed down to observe, then turned into the 285th district, parked the car outside a bar, entered the bar, asked for a drink, sat down in the window seat, and looked at the military port across the main road. Half an hour later, she went out the back door of the bar and disappeared into the darkness through a dimly lit hallway, leaving behind the crisp sound of high heels. A long, thin black figure appeared in front of her, bent down humbly, and took the disk she handed over. She asked, "I want the results of the analysis of that academic report in two days, can I do it?" ”

"My lord, everything is at your command."

The space bar was deserted, with only two men still drinking. As soon as Che Futi entered, she saw a person lying on the same sofa not far from the slender man, that is, on the same sofa where she had been drinking two days ago, with his head on the table, holding a bottle of Nickt red wine in his hand, looking groggy, it was Prometheus, and he couldn't help but smile slightly. Pavlo said he was sick, apparently an excuse. Of course, she knew what was going on, and she knew that he had been in the bar every day for the past few days, and he couldn't do anything, so she hesitated, but walked over with her chest puffed up and whispered beside him.

Prometheus raised his head, opened his misty drunken eyes, and with long tear stains on his face, looked at her blankly, and suddenly took a big sip of wine, and said sadly, "Tiger girl, she...... She sacrificed ...... Oh my! On the night of the earthquake. I said I saw her......"

She listened to him speak unabashedly, crying, her mind racing and wondering if he was sitting where she had sat intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing the painful look on his face, a bold thought suddenly came to him, "Why not?" Capturing his girlfriend at a time when he misses him the most is enough to show my incomparable beauty. How exciting that should be...... but the happiness guide reminds this scumbag-faced man that he is too unemotional to be conquered.

She ignored it and continued to think. After the instructor's continuous protests were ineffective, he turned to curry favor and proposed several sets of conquest plans for reference, especially pointing out that this man who seemed tall and majestic was in fact very weak in heart, and because of his long-term focus on learning, he lacked experience in dealing with complex and treacherous situations. She tried to sit down beside him, and whispered to him, "Oh, poor Pro, this is too sudden to believe ......"

He smelled her body odor and mechanically moved away a little. She took off the bracelet and put it on the table, poured some wine into his glass, and said, "Poor Puro, don't be sad. Come, I'll drink with you. He was touched by warm affection and gentle voice. He drank it in one gulp and lay down on the table again. He was indeed drunk, she thought, picking up half a bottle of red wine and helping him back to his room. When she was about to get to the door of the bar, the slender man came up, handed her the bracelet, and said, "Madame, you have a bracelet." When she took it, she noticed the disk in the bracelet and nodded approvingly. The man whispered, "Minako......" Seeing her shake her head, the man stopped and left.

Prometheus's body was heavy, and she really struggled to hold on. He pushed her away and said, "I can walk...... stumbling and quickly falling. She whispered his name over and over again, her voice like a call from a distant charm. He responded at first, but then it was gone, and his hearing was used to her voice, and his sense was getting used to it. She smiled and helped him into the house and into bed.

She stood in front of him with a red Nick red wine, so that his gaze could not escape the capture of the red dress. He was dizzy and wanted to sleep, but the redness of his eyes reminded him of Concubine Mi, and he covered his face sadly and sobbed. He cried in front of her. She laughed again, next to him, and fed him a drink. She knew that men needed women's comfort too much at this time, even though they usually didn't know why. In addition to IVF, what man does not make the first cry in the arms of a woman? He listened to her soft voice, drank her red wine, and said sadly: "Che Fuyuan, thank you for taking care of you, please go back, go back." ”

She was so frustrated, but she was unwilling, thinking hard, and suddenly thought that he used the word "you", and suddenly became excited. "You" is a sign of respect, which sounds cold, but it contains a hint of gratitude. Yes, gratitude! He rejected me, but he already had feelings for me, but he didn't realize it, because damn reason was controlling his emotions, stubbornly resisting the grant of happiness. "Consume a man's will, destroy a man's reason, occupy a man's heart, pull his feelings, control his consciousness, deprive him of his dignity, melt your body into his soul until you become his soul, let him laugh for you, cry for you, and die for you. Go ahead! Go conquer! Go to Juggernaut! "Thinking of that person, remembering what she said, she cried.