The Whole Empire Thinks The Admiral Wants To Steal The Bride - Extra 1.4

Extra 1.4 – The Prince Steals A Mech

　　☆☆、Chapter 29 – The Secret Love Story of the Fran Empire (Part 4)☆☆、

　　The passage to the driving area is limited by the shape of the starship. It is shaped like a quarter of a circle, forming a subtle visual obstruction, but it is very conducive to concealment. However, a team of twenty people cannot hide, unless there is some legendary invisibility cloak… They may need an invisible shield.

　　Glenn and the others simply did not hide.

　　When they reached the last quarter of the curved passage, Glenn stopped first and gestured behind him – the soldiers of Shizukumi Star obediently hid in the hidden area created by the curve of the bulkhead.

　　The only two old subordinates who were on loan opened the protective shield tacitly and took two tentative steps towards the open area.

　　After a few seconds, they shook their heads slightly.

　　This angle is not enough to see the situation in the driving area.

　　Glenn signaled the Shizukumi Star garrison behind him to wait for the moment, and moved to the vicinity of his old subordinates. The three of them exchanged glances and walked forward a distance.

　　This time they didn’t have the luck they had before. The buzzing sound of the particle gun ignited Glenn’s nerves, and he shouted in a low voice: “Back off!”

　　The mecha soldiers took a step back reflexively – almost at the same time, a row of charred marks were left on the diamond-reinforced metal floor in front of them – the two swallowed their saliva, retreated to the safe area, and looked at Glenn with lingering fear.

　　It’s been a long time since they heard this good-tempered officer speak in this tone.

　　But Glenn didn’t return their glances.

　　The black-haired sergeant hid his body behind the rounded corner of the bulkhead, his expression becoming more solemn. This shot fired at the ground was undoubtedly just a demonstration.

　　Their enemy is in the shadows, and they have two hostages who are of little help.

　　The Fran army is loyal to the Gustav family and has been upholding the same principle as the royal family for nearly a thousand years – protection. They guard the border, the civilians, the backs of their comrades, and their own lives.

　　Interestingly, the above ranking is in no particular order and is entirely up to the soldiers to decide.

　　In the eyes of the Fran, all people are born equal, and the lives of soldiers are no less valuable than those of civilians. Today, the rescue operation of the two logistics soldiers is absolutely mobile and could be interrupted or stopped at any time.

　　Glenn glanced behind him, calmly pulled down the goggles that had been pushed to near his hairline and put them on, and gestured to all members of the team to “disperse” and “ambush”.

　　He vaguely heard someone in the crowd breathe a sigh of relief.

　　Then Glenn walked into the open area with a gun in hand, his footsteps neither hurried nor slow, as if he was frankly announcing to the enemy: I’m here.

　　Strangely, there was no buzzing sound, and no one blocked his way. Glenn drove smoothly and stopped in front of the glass door of the driving area.

　　What greeted him were the black muzzles of three particle guns and the dull sound of leather boots hitting the operating table.

　　It was basically consistent with Glenn’s expectations. There were not many House soldiers invading the stance area. There were only one, two, three… three and a half.

　　The “half soldier” – a red-haired boy with a red teardrop mole on the corner of his left eye was sitting in the driver’s seat with his legs crossed. His shiny leather boots were placed on the operating table, leaving only half of his profile visible.

　　Glenn’s gaze paused on the profile for only a moment before moving to the corner of the driving area.

　　There was only a young man with blood on his combat uniform, lying face down on the floor. It was impossible to tell whether he was dead or alive.

　　But Alpha’s keen senses told him that the boy was most likely dead.

　　”Where is the woman named Lux?” The red-haired boy signaled his men to remove Glenn’s weapons, then turned his head to reveal his beautiful face with a large red birthmark.

　　Glenn’s pupils shrank slightly, then returned to normal in an instant, and he said calmly, “I don’t know.”

　　”You don’t know.” The red-haired boy repeated.

　　His voice is quite special, not in the tone, but in the flat, formulaic tone. It is more like an artificial intelligence than a living person…

　　‘But he is much more aggressive than artificial intelligence,’ Glenn thought, covering the wound on his arm caused by the particle gun.

　　”Where is that woman named Lux?” the red-haired boy asked again.

　　”I really don’t know,” Glenn sighed. “Border guards like us have neither power nor security. Aren’t we just used as a smokescreen and shield for the Central Army?”

　　”Shield.” The red-haired boy repeated.

　　This time he didn’t shoot. The white hand snapped its fingers and Glenn counted the seconds quietly.

　　When he counted to 19, the heavy footsteps finally came closer, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects being dragged, which sounded particularly strange in the silence.

　　Glenn looked up and saw an Alpha over two meters tall walking out of the lounge, holding a struggling Beta in his hand.

　　”Help!” The Beta boy screamed, his green eyes full of panic.

　　——One had green eyes, the other had a big birthmark on his face, so whose body is that in the corner?

　　The black-haired sergeant was surprised, but Leslie, who saw his idol, shouted in surprise: “Sergeant Glenn! Joe really found you!”

　　Glenn: “…” Very good, he revealed the identity of his helper right away.

　　After he finished speaking, this foolish Beta finally remembered to look up at his surroundings. His gaze stopped at the red-haired boy’s face, and the corners of his mouth trembled as if he had received an electric shock: “Joe… Joe?”

　　”Joe,” the red-haired boy repeated in a low voice, caressing his features, “Okay, his name is Joe.”

　　Leslie witnessed, almost in a daze, the most fantastic scene he had ever encountered.

　　The red-haired boy’s facial features began to shift, the large red birthmark on his face faded and disappeared, and even his body began to shrink, becoming more than ten centimeters shorter than before.

　　How old is this person?

　　Ten years old? Eleven or twelve?

　　What was even more surprising to Glenn was that the red-haired boy calmly signaled his men to pick him up and said calmly, “The man is not here. He is thirty miles away. Chase him.”

　　”Yes.”

　　——He snapped his fingers again.

　　The particle gun hummed again, and after the ear-piercing sound of breaking through the air, the two House guards suddenly fell to the ground. The two-meter-tall man reacted the fastest. He tried to use the blue-eyed boy in his hand as a hostage, but was hit by a □□ that was ambushed somewhere and fainted temporarily.

　　Even Glenn, who had been standing relaxed just now, suddenly jumped up, moving as fast as a cheetah. He attacked the moment the guard was knocked unconscious and threw the red-haired boy to the ground of the starship.

　　He gently held the boy’s slender neck and said in a deep voice, “Come in!”

　　Two teams of about twenty Fran mecha soldiers rushed into the driving area from two different directions and surrounded several people in the center.

　　”You’ve wasted too much time.” Glenn said calmly, “No one will give the other side time in a match. That will lead to a reversal of the battle.”

　　The red-haired boy looked thoughtful: “You can’t catch me.”

　　”That may not be the case.” Glenn laughed. He thought for a moment and asked, “Where did the Beta named Joe go? How did you know Ms. Lux was already thirty stars away? What happened to your face?”

　　The red-haired boy looked at him calmly and said calmly, “I don’t know.”

　　Glenn: History always repeats itself in a surprising way.

　　For the logistics soldier named Joe, no news may not be bad news. As for other questions – they will always get answers.

　　Glenn carefully put the electronic handcuffs on the red-haired boy.

　　The other party did not resist at all, just looked down a few times, and seemed to be uninterested.

　　Glenn looked at Bernard who had walked in through the secret door disguised as a vent, pondered for a moment, handed the hostage over, and said seriously, “Keep an eye on him and make sure you find out his identity.”

　　Bernard asked his subordinates to help lock up the guards in a simple isolation cell and said unhappily, “I know. They won’t be lost.”

　　……Glenn pressed his twitching eyelids, feeling inexplicably more uneasy than when he saw “Beta’s body”.

　　At the other end of the driving area, Leslie, who had finally escaped from the sea of suffering, was feeling particularly miserable – the human body conducts electricity, and half of his body was numb and he wanted to cry.

　　With trembling lips, he asked the Shizukumi Star garrison soldier who was guarding him, “Joe… Joe stole that man’s mecha secretly. Did you meet him?”

　　Glenn, who happened to come over to inquire about the whereabouts of another logistics soldier, asked, “What kind of mecha?”

　　Leslie thought for a moment and said, “The start button is white. I didn’t see it clearly. They disappeared in the blink of an eye.”

　　“…” What a large range.

　　Not to mention, this feat of “new recruit Beta fighting wits and courage with the enemy and escaping with the spoils just to pass on the message” really sounded like an inspirational chicken soup story.

　　Glenn touched his chin. His eyes flickered, and he suddenly said, “I think I saw him.”　

　　Leslie: “Huh?”

　　The sergeant sighed and stood up, pointing to the large porthole in the lounge.

　　A silver-white mecha was being surrounded by a dozen mechas, shuttling around the starship in a clumsy manner. This mecha was obviously of a high level, and it could bounce on the surface of the starship in a large letter shape when hit by a particle cannon, but its posture was not very good…

　　Leslie was stunned: “……” He actually ran away?!

　　•=|=•

　　The mecha cabin is the core part of the starship, and it is often built on the top or bottom floor of the starship. The functional attributes determine the singleness of the mecha cabin structure. Once you choose to enter the mecha cabin, you can either return the same way or leave the starship along the mecha passage.

　　Joshua was followed by the House guards all the way until he escaped into the mecha cabin of the starship. In fact, he had other choices, but he just wanted to do this.

　　Before he escaped, he took the mecha start button hanging on the red-haired boy’s waist. It seemed that this mecha did not have a complex identity verification system. The pursuers seemed to want to take the thing back.

　　Joshua had no intention of passing up this opportunity.

　　He searched around the mecha passage for a long time before he found the silver-white mecha that corresponded to the start button.

　　The young Crown Prince always had a strange premonition in his heart – they would meet again the boy who looked younger than him.

　　This was one of the numerous premonitions that came true during Joshua’s life.

　　What’s more, his mecha simulation driving training score is A+. At the same age, which teenager had not dreamed of driving a mecha himself?

　　So Joshua gritted his teeth and started the mecha, driving it out of the starship through the portal, and met the mecha team outside the starship.

　　After that…it was a hasty escape where he, who was inferior in skills and had to rely entirely on hardware to hold on.

　　A warning to young people: The distance between a mecha simulation cabin and actual combat is as far as the distance between a seed and green grass.

　　Fortunately, His Highness Joshua still had the sanity he was so proud of. He controlled the silver-white mecha to fly along the many portholes of the starship, hoping that someone who could help him out of the predicament would notice him.

　　For example, Glenn.

　　Glenn did not miss the question that Joshua was thinking about at the moment.

　　He couldn’t deduce the red-haired boy’s identity and status, but he knew that his background was definitely not simple – he also witnessed the miraculous face-changing firsthand.

　　…What race is this?

　　But now is not the time to delve into it.

　　Glenn led Bernard back with all the fighting forces under his command and quickly assembled them to the mecha warehouse to pick up the lone logistics soldier. Before leaving, the communicator on his waist suddenly rang non-stop. Glenn picked it up and saw Bernard’s dark face on the video projection.

　　Bernard curled his lips (beard) and hesitated, “I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?”

　　Glenn: “…”

　　Actually, I don’t want to.

　　-TBC