Chapter 51 Isn't It Just to Invite Jason to Dinner, Don't Panic!

Cherry City, 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. Under the watchful eyes of the guards, the three of them were still cleaning up the messy courtyard of their home as before.

Delbon, who said he wanted to help before, naturally continued to clean up.

However, this "Clock Tower" member of the "Ground Investigation Bureau" was keenly aware of the difference between the three.

John concentrated on doing the work he was doing, but the breath on his body became colder and colder, like the cold wind blowing from the depths of 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 glance at the guards in front of the safe house, and when the guards look at him, the middle-aged old father will change. A harmless and genial smile.

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

And McCall?

Vigilance in his eyes.

Not only was he watching the direction of the safe house vigilantly, but he was also vigilant about the helicopter that was standing still, and the broom handle was even more bruised.

Delbon had no doubts about the determination of John, Brian, and McCall to fight back if the guards did something excessive.

He didn't want to get involved.

"Hey guys."

"nothing."

"That old general is a good man."

Delbon began to try to liven up the depressed atmosphere.

"Well, I can see it."

Brian nodded.

"Good guy?"

"Good people are the scariest."

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

"No one is going to ask what you think.

"

"Or, no one pays attention to your thoughts at all."

"After all, you are not them."

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

No doubt, that 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, after glancing at the outsiders, he made a gesture towards Brian and McCall.

In a very simple gesture, he stretched out his fingers to point at himself, Brian, and McCall, and then raised his clenched fist into the air.

Immediately, Brian and McCall nodded.

And, split up.

Brian and McCall left, and John stayed where he was. Delbon looked at the two who left, and then at John, who continued to clean the courtyard, and couldn't help opening his mouth.

"What does it mean?"

"Are we a gang?"

"Can you tell me?"

"Otherwise it would make me look like a fool."

Delbon asked again and again.

No one wants to be a fool, especially after Delbon discovered the secrets of these three men, his heart was as curious as being scratched by a hundred claws.

"clean."

John said lightly.

"?"

Delbon replied with your teasing face, and although he had no idea what was going on, he was sure it wasn't about cleaning.

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

Of course not afraid!

He just thinks cleaning is good too.

You see, isn't it a pity to have petals all over the place?

With so many petals, it is the best choice to make flower dew and essential oil.

He will use his own actions to turn waste into treasure.

Immediately, Delbon will act.

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

Is this the 'mysterious side person'?

John thought silently.

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

Is this fake?

Must be.

Erha also often mixes in with wolves, doesn't he?

With this definition in hand, John stopped paying more attention to the other party, and started to complete the work in his hands.

As for other things?

He believed that Brian and McCall would do better.

As much as he believed, Jason could handle the conversation.

Inside the safe house, Jason is sitting on the sofa.

On the opposite side is the old general, and on the left is the old instructor - after the old instructor entered this safe house, this conversation can only be started.

There were only three people in the entire living room.

The rest of the people left under the old general's signal.

"Nice house, simple and functional."

The old instructor smiled and praised.

It's not perfunctory, but he really likes the style here, there are no complicated decorations, and the original purpose is achieved in the simplest form, just like fighting, don't grind things that can be solved with one punch. He said a lot of nonsense, and after talking about it, he couldn't convince the other party, so he still had to rely on his fists.

As for persuading the other party?

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

"John is an amazing fellow."

"Brian and McCall too."

"Do you know how I felt when I saw the profiles of the three of them?"

"I just wanted to grab my adjutant and ask him why he put these three exaggerated guys outside the army, and then I couldn't help but want them to join this 'civil draft'."

The old general spread his hands half-jokingly.

"Civil conscription?"

Jason asked about topics of interest.

And about the John trio?

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

It all depends on their own choice.

In the same way, Jason believes that when something similar happens, the three of John will do the same.

Mutual respect is the foundation of friendship.

"Well, civilian conscription!"

The old general nodded, and his body, who had been sitting upright, became even more upright. He suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth and said with a serious face: "The current situation is not good for us."

"In the frontal battlefield with the Sabians, we won a partial victory, but as a whole, we were at a disadvantage."

"Even, an absolute disadvantage."

Speaking of this, the old general frowned.

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

"The moon is just the other side's outpost fortress."

"The home planet where they are located is the base of each other."

"And now, we don't even know where their home stars are."

"But instead, they know where we are—"

"ground!"

"They've started infiltrating us, and it's very hard for us to defend against that."

After the old general's voice fell, he took a deep breath and entered a state of silence.

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

How this battleship appeared, Jason didn't know.

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

It means that the Sabians can easily destroy any city on the ground, which means that the Sabians can destroy any landmark building on the ground at will, which means that countless ordinary people will become one that can be easily erased. numbers.

"It appears, haven't we found anything?"

Jason asked.

The word "we" made the old instructor smile.

The burly old man who looked like a bear patted Jason's shoulder hard before he spoke.

"No."

"Whether it's from Rael, or here, I haven't found the slightest bit."

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

"And that in itself is impossible."

The old instructor said, looking at the old general.

He believed that the men of this old friend, after the initial exploration, should have greater discoveries at this moment.

In fact, it is.

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

The report data is complex, and various numbers and symbols that Jason has seen appear in it, but more are symbols that Jason has never seen at all.

μ? ∑? wff? ?? ?

what is this?

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

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

This is a 'living' battleship.

There are both mechanical and biological responses.

It is not part of any kind of existence in our cognition.

"A living battleship?"

Jason was stunned.

No wonder it's so delicious.

wrong!

No wonder it resisted when I ate the power core.

"The battleship is still alive?"

The old instructor widened his eyes in surprise.

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

The old general shook his head.

"So, can it escape our surveillance?"

"like this?"

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

Originally, the stout figure like a bear had shrunk a little.

Just a little bit, still looks like a bear.

It was a lazy and full bear before.

Now it was the bear who took a deep breath and was about to climb a tree to steal honey.

But the meaning Jason understood.

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

What would this living battleship look like under normal conditions?

Or, what could it be disguised as?

and also!

What does it taste like in disguise?

Saliva began to secrete in Jason's mouth involuntarily.

Can't be dominated by 'appetite'!

Jason regained his senses immediately and began to tell himself.

"General Fono, how about other cities?"

Jason shifted his attention.

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

The old general replied.

"is that so?"

Jason frowned.

He is definitely not regretting that he can only eat one battleship, but is thinking about whether this means that such a battleship is also very rare for the Sabians, and only one can be dispatched.

Or, only on the premise that one ship is dispatched, it will not be discovered.

When Jason said such an idea, the old general nodded immediately.

"People on the staff have come up with this idea before, and we'll rearrange the radar."

"and also……"

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

The old general looked at Jason and issued an invitation.

"Master Chief will be fine."

Jason replied.

"Understood."

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

For Lieutenant General Rael Fono, time is precious.

Being able to take time out to meet Jason is already because Jason has shown a strong strength that cannot be ignored, and played a key role in this battle.

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

After all, there is no shortage of powerful 'mysterious sidemen' around him.

"Your exploits have been recorded, if you need anything, tell Cortana directly, and she will take full responsibility."

Before pushing the door to leave, the old general said.

"OK."

Jason replied.

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

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

Jason nodded slightly in response.

"The military is actually a good place to be."

"There are some lost secret techniques from the outside world, as well as those potions."

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

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

In this regard, Jason is indifferent.

In a world with a 'mysterious side', the power of the official cannot be underestimated.

It is not unbelievable that some secret techniques that are lost to the outside world appear in the official secret library.

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

Inheritance will always appear in any organization.

In particular, the winning side.

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

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

Jason absolutely does not believe that it is because of the invasion of the Sabians. The "Ground Reconnaissance Bureau" and the "Mysterious Side" cooperated to develop such a special medicine in less than a year.

It must have been researched very early on.

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

It could also be just some kind of cover-up.

But no matter what, Jason will not choose to officially join.

Not just because he doesn't like being tied down, but because he has too many secrets.

Once found, it is a lot of trouble.

Trouble becomes a curse.

Jason doesn't want to be a scourge.

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

The burly old man looked at Jason's indifferent appearance and patted Jason's shoulder hard again.

This time, it was harder than before.

"Young people should be more energetic, don't imitate those magic sticks and put on a pretentious posture."

"I will often come to 'Bronze Unyielding' in the future. Those little guys are looking forward to your appearance, especially after the scene just now... 'Battleship'? What a terrifying talent."

With such words, the old instructor also left.

After Delbon waved goodbye to the old instructor, Jason had already walked up to him.

"Your Excellency Jason?"

Delbon was stunned when he saw Jason coming.

"Do you remember your previous promise?"

Jason asked seriously.

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

However, after thinking about it for a long time, I didn't remember it.

"Can you give me a hint?"

"You know, so many things have happened in the past two days, and my brain is not enough."

Delbon raised his right hand, his thumb pinched his index finger, revealing a little knuckle of one index finger, with an embarrassed smile.

"You said before that you knew a good shop..."

"Please eat!"

"right!"

"I promised to treat you to dinner!"

"Are we going now?"

"It will take a while to return to the city from here, just in time for lunch."

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

Meanwhile, Delbon breathed a sigh of relief.

Just scared him to death.

He thought he had forgotten some important promise.

It was a meal.

Isn't it just a meal?

He can't even eat him and go bankrupt.

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