Tired, drowsy, and with heavy eyelids, I couldn't open them.

Throughout the night, Jock was enveloped by these feelings.

The hovercar was on a pre-set track, and it was the fourth time he yawned since he got on the car, and Jock had to take out the anti-fatigue medication and take twice the usual dose.

Although he hadn't had a good night's sleep in the last few days, and the mess that "Domination" and Hogg had stabbed out one after another had made him not want to sleep at all, staying up late was the norm for people like him, and with the help of anti-fatigue drugs, he shouldn't have been.

Or is it a sign of age?

But in any case, he must make sure that tonight's meeting ends smoothly.

Jock brace his spirits and arrive at the banquet hall ten minutes earlier than the agreed time.

Their guests, following their rule of never being late, knocked on the door of their cubicle when the appointed time came, and a feeling of tightness and shortness of breath ensued.

The whole building fell silent, and all the sounds seemed to disappear with the presence of the comer.

"It's been a long time, 'Emperor.'"

Jock adjusted the pace of his breathing and spoke.

It's been years since they last met, and even for the councilors, the whereabouts of the person in front of them have been kept secret, and the other party is one of the few individuals among the Six Star Rescuers who is not managed by the company or family.

It's just that there is a grapevine that after the end of the Dark Ages, the "Emperor" has never stopped working.

Compared to the last time, the appearance of the "Emperor" has changed significantly.

His face has been completely mechanized, and there is almost no human part left, and this image will probably be seen as a robot if it appears in front of anyone.

Jock guessed that the degree of prosthetic transformation of the other party might be directly after the "barren bones", except for the brain, the other parts were long gone.

"Our time is precious, so let's talk about it."

The blue glow of the Emperor's prosthetic eyes swept over Jock's body, and he just stood at the table, looking like he had no intention of sitting down and having a long conversation.

For a person who has undergone a highly mechanized transformation, no amount of hearty and delicious food has any appeal.

In order to adapt to the continuous fighting in various environments, he no longer needed to replenish his physical strength through food or nutritional injections.

"Actually, I would like to invite you to join us in the name of the High Council, and we also want to hear from the rescuers in our decision-making."

"I'm not going to join any organization."

Expected answer.

Jock knew that even the name of the six-star rescuer and the title of "Emperor" were forcibly pressed on this person's head by the council, in fact, he had never reported to the rescuer department, nor had he experienced any rescuer assessment.

So far, the "Emperor" has maintained absolute neutrality in any political position.

The reason for this is that he is not interested in any decision made by the coalition government.

"It seems that you haven't changed after all these years, and it's not easy."

Every communication with the Emperor is extremely difficult, the latter is so reticent that it makes it difficult to continue any topic, and more importantly, the closer you get to him, the more obvious the feeling of breathlessness becomes, and one just wants to end the conversation as soon as possible.

Jock thinks so now, too.

However, the High Council had never imagined that the men in front of them would be convinced by a single meeting that they had prepared information that would really arouse the interest of the other party.

Jock pushed the prepared data chip towards the other party, "δ, you've probably heard of the name. ”

The completely transformed mechanical face no longer had a human expression, and the 'Emperor' just picked up the data chip from the table and inserted it into the data connector at the back of his neck, "I remember it, the runaway biological weapon created by Elimon's biological laboratory. ”

"See for yourself, for some reason, it's closely related to Jasmine."

This is the "bait" they tailor-made for the 'Emperor'", and Jasmine is suspected of being involved in the assassination of the Speaker after coming to the First District, and some six-star candidates have revealed to us that she has privately approached them and spread some ...... Statements against the coalition government, δ is said to possess extremely disruptive psionic powers, and we can't be sure if she has been bewitched. ”

"I'll find her and get to the bottom of it."

Before the Emperor put away the data chip and turned to leave, he suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "You'd better go and rest, your body will be about to lose its hold." ”

"Thanks for the reminder."

Jock subconsciously touched his face, a little embarrassed, could it be that he was haggard to the point where others could see it at a glance?

However, before he could think about his rest plan, the noise at the door made his heart tremble, and when he followed the reputation, he found that the waiter in the banquet hall had slammed into the arms of the "emperor", and the precious champagne was smashed on the ground.

The waitress was obviously stunned by this scene, and as soon as she looked up, she met the scarlet gleaming prosthetic eyes of the 'Emperor'.

"yes, I'm sorry, I dozed off!"

The waitress stammered when she spoke, she apologized in a panic, she didn't know what was wrong with her today, obviously there was no difference between her work and rest and her usual working hours, but since the afternoon, she was almost sleepy several times and couldn't open her eyes, and she almost fell asleep while walking just now.

She was utterly panicked, for they had heard that the members of the High Council were going to receive an extremely important guest here, and that neglecting them would be more than just losing their jobs.

She had heard that someone had mysteriously disappeared after offending a councilor, and even though the company said he had been transferred to another city, everyone privately said he had been killed.

"I'm so sorry, I'll wipe it off for you right away!"

"It's my responsibility."

Unexpectedly, the man in front of her, who was transformed like a mechanical demon, let go of her arm and helped her stabilize her body that was crumbling due to weak legs, "Sorry for the trouble." ”

With such a sentence, he walked straight to the elevator.

As the man went away, the feeling of panic and chest tightness gradually weakened, and she froze in place until the elevator reached the first floor, and the strange feeling disappeared completely, and she suddenly remembered something.

As soon as he turned around, he met Jock's stern eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'll clean up this place right away!"

Looking at the waiter who panicked to close the door of the cubicle, Jock took a few deep breaths, and he decided to follow the advice from the "Emperor", after all, his prosthetic eye may have installed some kind of advanced biometric technology, and he can see that his body is already in a rather bad state.

The meeting ended much earlier than he expected, which was also the advantage of dealing with people like the "Emperor", omitting unnecessary greetings, and even the dinner party.

Jock stayed alone in the cubicle, and after the dinner was all done, he took a few bites.

A deep sense of fatigue still gripped him, making him lose his appetite, and during the meal, he arranged work with his secretary via text message and decided to go home tonight and get a good night's sleep.

But his plan fell through in the end.

Just as he decided to drive the hovercar directly to his apartment, the deadly phone came to the door again.

This time it was the secretary himself who brought bad news.

Her voice sounded so weak that she could even be heard yawning as she reported to work, knowing that his secretary had been selected through a selection process, and that he had never behaved unprofessionally before.

The bad news didn't come from Domination or Hogg, but something was wrong with their company itself.

It wasn't that long ago that there were plenty of signs of slacking off on the job.

Most of the employees went to the break room at the same time and put themselves in the dormant bin, which caused the entire company to fill up the dormant bin, and those who tried to hold on to their desks eventually failed to hold on, and fell asleep on their desks.

Even the secretary himself.

She wanted to take a half-day off work before her boss sent her new work instructions.

It's as if the nerves that employees have been tense have broken at the same time, and even anti-fatigue drugs can't stop the spread of fatigue.

Jock was very dissatisfied with the secretary's report.

The work of the council in the past few days had made him miserable enough, and he couldn't accept that his company was in trouble at such a time, so he had to change his plan to go home and sleep, and gave stern instructions to the secretary on the phone to get the lazy employees up and work.

But when the fire came out, the other end of the phone was surprisingly quiet.

After a while, he heard a snoring.

The anger suddenly made him sober up a lot, and although he was signaled that he wanted to rest, he still strengthened his spirits and summoned the waiter, and after the checkout, he was going back to the company to see who dared to take the lead in the passive sabotage.

However, there was silence in response.

Jock made a fire alone, only to suddenly find that the waiter did not come, and he pressed the summons button a few times unbelievingly, and the cubicle was still surprisingly quiet, and the lonely feeling seemed as if he was the only one left in the world.

He hurried to the door.

The floor had been cleaned of broken glass and wine stains, but there was not a single figure in the long hallway.

Jock made his way down the hallway, finally finding the waiter on a chair near the elevator.

She was already asleep.

Shu furrowed his brows, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he had forgotten all his worries.

The moonlight shone on her.