Chapter 40: Who Secretly Fed the Children? p1
The submarine was not purchased. Of course, the military factory did not allow individuals to purchase such large weapons.
However, Youke’en still bought Xue Yu a complete set of water-type equipment, including a regular military uniform, a combat suit, military boots, a diving watch, and an underwater firearm set, as well as a sniper rifle and two pistols.
Xue Yu planned to give the sniper rifle to Mo Li and the two pistols to Zhou Siyan and Feng Qizhou respectively.
She couldn’t just keep mooching off them. She had to give something to the children’s fathers.
Under the strange gazes of the military factory staff, Xue Yu braced herself, her cheeks burning, and pushed the shopping cart out with Youke’en.
They walked along the long pedestrian path for ten minutes. Youke’en remained silent, and Xue Yu didn’t dare to speak, afraid that she would trigger another one of his episodes.
The floor of the White Tower’s streets was also made of metal, cold, hard, and black. The entire safe zone was like a mechanical giant, and everyone was a part of the machine.
“Xue Yu, I’m sorry. I had another episode.”
Youke’en’s half-closed eyes blinked, his voice becoming rational.
Xue Yu glanced at him. The morning sun was very good, and the warm light sprinkled on Youke’en’s silver hair, making him look like an impeccable comic book character.
She thought for a moment, stopped, and pointed to the equipment and firearms in the shopping cart with some embarrassment. “Oh, you bought these for me when you were having an episode. Should we go back and return them?”
To be honest, Youke’en was crazy, but Xue Yu couldn’t really take advantage of him.
This pile of things added up to over 300,000. She felt a little guilty holding them. If Youke’en wanted to go back and return them, she had no objections at all.
“No need. I should compensate you for scaring you,” Youke’en said.
Xue Yu waved her hand in front of his eyes. “Are you sober now?”
Youke’en nodded slightly. “I’m very sober. You can take these things with peace of mind.”
“Thank you!” Xue Yu said with a sweet and soft voice.
The two continued to walk forward. Youke’en looked at Xue Yu’s face from the side.
Xue Yu’s figure was a size smaller than many people. Her slightly round face was as bright as a full moon, and her dark eyes were bright and pretty.
She looked cute and naive. When she smiled, her eyes always squinted into crescents, with a hint of soft charm.
Even though she was cute, she was still an adult, a real adult woman, without any childishness. Her figure was a size smaller than the average person, but she still had strength. She could swing that heavy water-wave knife without any effort.
For such a Xue Yu, the affection he had for her should be the attraction of love between adults, not that of a father for his daughter.
This was simply too strange.
What had influenced him? Why did he want to treat Xue Yu as his daughter?
Youke’en’s mind was a mess, a tangled ball of yarn with no beginning or end.
He remembered everything, everything he had done when he was having an episode.
Why? Why did he suddenly have such a strong and fierce fatherly affection for Xue Yu? What did he want? Did he want Xue Yu, or did he want a child?
“How old are you, Xue Yu?” Youke’en asked.
Xue Yu said, “Twenty-three.”
Youke’en: “Is it convenient to ask the specific month?”
Xue Yu converted her own age into the White Tower’s calendar and replied, “I was born on August 12, 47 in the new calendar of the White Tower.”
This date was the same as the information on the ID card she had found when she first transmigrated.
Youke’en counted in his mind. He was ten days younger than Xue Yu.
“What’s wrong?” Xue Yu asked again.
Youke’en’s expression was faint. “Nothing. Just asking. I was also born in the 47th year of the new calendar, ten days younger than you.”
This time, it was Xue Yu’s turn to be embarrassed. She was poor in both wealth and ambition. To buy equipment, she had “endured humiliation” and called a man younger than her “daddy” for a whole morning.
“I have something to do, so I’ll be going now. I’ll try not to offend you in the future.”
Youke’en was completely back to normal, his expression returning to his previous high spirits. “If I harass you again in the future, you can just call the police.”
“Okay. You shouldn’t be too anxious either. Go back and get some rest.”
Youke’en smiled. “Thank you, Xue Yu. Welcome to the naval combat team. We will be colleagues in the future. I hope we can cooperate happily.”
“Happy cooperation.”
After Youke’en left, Xue Yu breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the pile of equipment back to her dorm.
The naval combat team’s dorm was on the right side of the Manster Building, very close. It would be convenient for her to see the child in the future.
Xue Yu sorted and organized the equipment in her dorm. She took out the sniper rifle for Mo Li and the pistols for Feng Qizhou and Zhou Siyan and put them aside.
Then she put on the new full set of water-type warrior equipment and went to the naval combat team’s combat center on the 281st floor of the Manster Building.
She needed to report to the officer at the management center to show that she had already purchased her weapons and equipment.
Xue Yu was fully armed, with a helmet, goggles, a protective mask, a walkie-talkie, a weapon sling, tactical gloves, and so on.
Except for her earlobes and half of her neck, basically no extra skin was exposed. She looked like a special operations soldier from a game.
In the elevator, Xue Yu didn’t know how to adjust the goggles. Her vision was blocked. She could only see in front, not to the sides.
She adjusted them slightly but couldn’t get it right. She thought she would fiddle with them after she got out of the elevator.
The elevator doors opened on the 102nd floor, and a person came in.
Xue Yu was holding an underwater submachine gun. She didn’t see the person clearly, only that they seemed to be wearing a white lab coat.
The elevator doors closed. Someone tapped Xue Yu on the helmet. She turned her head to adjust her vision and found that it was Feng Qizhou.
“Yo, so rich. You’ve already bought all the equipment?” Feng Qizhou touched her helmet and then the walkie-talkie on her shoulder.
Xue Yu was very surprised. “Feng Qizhou? You can recognize me even like this?”
“With the way you walk, so foolish, and you often walk with your arms and legs on the same side. Who wouldn’t recognize you?”
Feng Qizhou touched her equipment everywhere. “Where did you get such a complete set of equipment? It wasn’t cheap, was it?”
“I got this by enduring humiliation and putting down my dignity. I’ll tell you the details tonight.”
Xue Yu slung the submachine gun over her shoulder and fiddled with the goggles with her hand, asking for help with a long face. “Feng Qizhou, can you help me adjust the helmet and goggles? I can’t see the sides, only the front.”
Feng Qizhou smiled, took off the rubber gloves on his hands, and put them in his pocket. Only then did he press his two hands on her helmet.
“Are you stupid? People go to report with their equipment in their hands. Who wears it all like you?”
“I read in the reporting manual that you have to wear the equipment.”
Feng Qizhou snorted coldly. “You just do whatever it says?”
Xue Yu: “I’m an honest person.”
Feng Qizhou: “Only with your mouth.”
She didn’t know what Feng Qizhou had done. Xue Yu’s vision, which could only see the front before, was now completely black. “Feng Qizhou, what are you doing? I can’t see anything!”
“Don’t move. I’m helping you adjust it.”
Feng Qizhou held Xue Yu’s head. He couldn’t see her face. The helmet, goggles, and protective mask were all connected, completely covering her head and face.
He stared at Xue Yu’s metal mask with a burning gaze, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down uncontrollably. This metal mask was made of tungsten alloy, its hardness second only to diamond. It was silver-black, with a high texture and finish, its surface as smooth as a calm pool of water.
“Are you done yet? I have to go and report. Don’t waste my time,” Xue Yu said, unable to see anything behind the mask.
“What’s the hurry? It’s almost done. Don’t move.”
Feng Qizhou’s gaze was fixed on the metal mask, trying to determine where Xue Yu’s mouth was.
He held Xue Yu’s tightly wrapped head with both hands, lowered his head, and kissed the mask. The metal was very cold, but he could feel a powerful heat. He stuck out his tongue and licked the smooth metal surface. The sticky, wet sound, accompanied by panting, echoed in the elevator.
His tongue and lips constantly rubbed against the mask. He was intoxicated by the passionate kiss he had created, kissing Xue Yu through the metal mask, kissing her equipment, kissing the symbol of her becoming a warrior.
“Are you done yet? If you’re not going to fix it for me, I’ll take it off and adjust it myself,” Xue Yu urged.
“It’s almost done.”
Feng Qizhou finally let go of her, took out a disinfectant wipe, wiped the saliva from the mask, and quickly helped Xue Yu adjust the configuration of the goggles and helmet.
Xue Yu’s vision was finally clear. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Feng Qizhou’s fingertips touched the submachine gun slung across her chest. He played with the barrel with a few fingers, his index finger poking into the muzzle, slowly pulling it out, then poking it in again, and then pulling it out again.
He spoke to Xue Yu nonchalantly, “Your superior should be Meng Wu. He’s not an easy person to get along with. But he and Zhou Siyan are good friends. I don’t know if Zhou Siyan has talked to him and asked him to take care of you.”
“What’s his spirit body?” Xue Yu asked.
Feng Qizhou: “A very terrifying lizard.”
Xue Yu didn’t understand. “Isn’t a lizard a land-type? Why is he an officer in the naval combat team?”
Feng Qizhou: “I don’t know why, but the higher-ups in the White Tower have been cutting the military budget for the naval combat team in recent years. Even many of the leaders of the naval combat team have been dismissed and replaced by officers from the land or air types.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know. But the female leaders haven’t been replaced. It’s the men who have been replaced,” Feng Qizhou shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe they think you water-type men are too useless.”
Xue Yu pushed away Feng Qizhou’s hand, which had been playing with the submachine gun. “What are you doing? Don’t play with my gun. It’s very expensive.”
The elevator stopped at the hospital floor on the 230th floor. Feng Qizhou pulled up the barrel of the submachine gun and kissed the muzzle. “A blessing for your gun. I wish you a smooth start to your job, my little Xue Yu.”
Watching his flamboyant back as he walked out, Xue Yu wiped the muzzle with disgust.
When she arrived at the naval combat team’s combat center on the 281st floor, she followed the instructions in the reporting manual and found Meng Wu’s office.
She stood at the door and looked at the information on the nameplate:
Name: Meng Wu
Rank: Major
Position: Combat Commander of Naval Combat Team A.
Xue Yu raised her hand and knocked on the door. “Hello, I’m the new soldier, Xue Yu. I’m here to report my equipment!”
A few seconds later, the door opened automatically.
Xue Yu walked in and saw a tall man sitting on a black leather sofa.
His navy blue military jacket was thrown on the armrest of the sofa. He was wearing only a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up and wrinkled at his elbows, revealing arms with some scales. He was holding a syringe and injecting something into his arm.
At the same time, he was also wearing a thin black collar around his neck.
Xue Yu had seen this kind of collar before. It was an electric shock collar, a medical collar worn by soldiers after being infected by a contamination factor to prevent them from evolving into Abominations.
“Major, hello. I’m the new soldier, Xue Yu,” Xue Yu walked up to him and handed him her documents.
“Okay, please wait a moment.”
The man kept injecting medicine into his arm, about four or five shots, before putting away the medicine kit.
“Sorry, I’m in my estrus period these past few days, and I’m also contaminated. My temper might not be very good. I hope you’ll understand.”
He casually threw his officer’s jacket over his shoulder and stood up to take Xue Yu’s documents.
“It’s okay, sir,” Xue Yu said with a smile.
Bro, if you’re in a bad mood, just don’t go to work, okay? I don’t want to have to deal with your bad temper!
“Xue Yu, right? I know you,” Meng Wu said, looking down at her documents.
Xue Yu had learned to answer quickly. “Yes, I’m very famous. The number one good-for-nothing in the White Tower.”
Meng Wu looked up at her and smiled. “That’s not what I meant. I know you because you’re Zhou Siyan’s ex-girlfriend. Zhou Siyan and I are good friends. He’s introduced you to me. We’ve met.”
“Really? I’ve forgotten,” Xue Yu really couldn’t remember.
Meng Wu’s features were sharp, with high brow bones and the cold eyes of a reptile. As Feng Qizhou had said, this person was not to be trifled with, judging by his aura.
“A seahorse spirit body, very rare,” he said, closing the documents. “I watched the replay of your competition this morning. Very outstanding. It’s very surprising that a small seahorse could improve so quickly.”
“Thank you for your praise, sir.”