Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 141 Chapter 140: Game of the Beast
The females also expressed their understanding.

In this way, Claire was forced to stay in the bedroom for another week. The arrival of Cassius made her feel uneasy all the time. She opened a corner of the curtain by the window to observe every day, and her fingers almost snapped off the brittle iron sheet on the rusty railing. I have never seen that military vehicle again.

It seemed that Cassius had really come for business, but he had already left.

Is it really?Claire is still not sure, after all, she has been with him for so long, and she has never seen through the cold stone-like heart under her chest.

At the end of the seventh day, Claire's old optical brain was notified by General Natalie to leave, and her anxious heart finally sank back into her chest.

The woman who worked as a bartender re-handcuffed them and warned them to be careful on the road.

"In order to have a reasonable reason to leave the country, you will be traded in batches to ethnic merchants in the name of smuggled goods. Of course, don't worry, they are also our people."

All the women are worried about Julian's body. Since she fell and started to have morning sickness, she can't manage her stomach that convulses from time to time. Everyone is afraid that she will have an accident on the road.

"I won't reveal my secrets." Noticing everyone's worried eyes, Julian said seriously: "Even if I want to vomit, I will hold back and swallow it."

They came out of the bar in black cloaks, and Claire was the last one. When they reached the door, they almost stepped out of the door with one foot. The drunk man lying on the table by the door suddenly raised a hand and grabbed her wrist.

She swayed back and stopped, trying to pull her hand back, but unexpectedly, the opponent was a drunken guard in uniform, with astonishing strength.

"How much is your dancer? I like this petite one." He yelled at the waiter at the bar with his hoarse and rough voice, and occasionally pinched the fair skin in his hand with his fingertips.

"She is booked as a guest." The waiter explained immediately.

"Then I'll buy her for double the price for one night." The drunken guard stood up unsteadily, and walked around the table to drag her to his chest.

Claire walked up to the man bluntly, slightly raised her face under the hood, "Sorry."

After saying that, she kicked the man's crotch, and kicked him away. She covered his crotch with her hand and cried out in pain.

"Damn! Smelly.!"

All of a sudden, all kinds of obscene and vulgar words were thrown at Claire.

The attendant at the side immediately stepped forward to surround and appease the person, and she also took advantage of this gap to run into the car.

In a small three-story building across the street, there was a black leather sofa on a plush red carpet. The man sat there with his legs crossed, a cigarette stuck in his fingertips, and his eyes cast under the floor-to-ceiling windows to see the whole scene. The farce came into my eyes.

Jones stepped out of the darkness, "Commander, arrangements have been made."

"Ah."

Jones stood still in front of him, and he said again: "I became a nanny robot to protect Claire, Commander, you have no right to hurt her now."

As the van drove away, Cassius withdrew his gaze and turned to look at him, raised one eyebrow, and twitched the corner of his mouth sinisterly, "Do you think I will hurt her?"

"At least your current expression is really not friendly." Jones pointed to his face, he was always sensitive to emotions.

"She didn't hesitate to curl up in this filthy garbage dump to avoid me." Cassius said indifferently: "You think I should be friendly?"

Jones was silent for a while, and only said: "Women are all for caring."

The door of the room was opened, and a guard with a pained face was dragged in, clutching his crotch.

Cassius stood up from the chair, his pure black pupils were gloomy and cautious, "You are right."

Claire, who was sitting in the van, was a little absent-minded. Her eyes hidden under the black hat were always looking vigilantly at the passing pedestrians outside the window.

Before entering the cargo port, the van suddenly turned around and turned to two roads.

"What's going on?" Claire asked immediately.

"General Natalie is afraid of being followed, so you are changing your car and clothes once in."

God knows how troublesome and rigorous an escape operation is. By the time they entered the cargo port, they had already been separated by five or six cars and headed in different directions.

After tossing and tossing for so long, the sky has also dimmed, and the night sky with stars shining is breezy, and even the air smells of freedom.

Suspended lights illuminate the entire port.

According to the instructions, she and Judith are in the same car, and everyone else is separated. They will leave here in different planes or other means, and finally meet on the ocean ship outside the galaxy.

This is the last step, after this step, they will be completely free.

There were cargo ships coming and going in the port, and no one noticed her and Judith when they came down.

What took them away was a small plane, which looked like an ornamental tourist ship. On the lowered deck at the entrance stood a fat man who looked rich and powerful.

"Their disguise is really in place." Judith sighed excitedly.

Claire smiled, and the two were pushed into the small plane one after the other.

As soon as he entered the plane, all the restraints on his body were untied by the fat man.

"Okay girls, go fasten your seat belts, we're ready to go."

Claire skillfully found a seat, sat down and fastened her seat belt, and the expression on her face couldn't help but feel a little excited.

The freedom she longed for was close at hand, just beyond that bright sky.

The plane quickly slid out of the apron and moved to the prescribed route. They only had to line up to leave the country, and it took five or six minutes at most.

Judith even clasped his hands together, his excited expression was replaced by nervousness and piety, "Please, God or whatever, get out!"

"Claire, you should also pray!"

Claire's words that just came to her lips were interrupted without warning by a notification.

"Accepting the imperial order, all cargo ships are suspended from leaving the port, ready to accept the inspection of the cargo hold, repeat the suspension of all cargo ships from leaving the port."

The sudden announcement spread to ships and aircraft throughout the port.

Before anyone could react, a large number of Imperial fighter planes suddenly poured out from the channel ahead, encircling the entire route and forcing all cargo ships and passenger ships to stop.

Looking at the fighter planes that suddenly poured out, Judith leaned back on the armchair.

"Is there any backup plan?" she asked dryly.

It really wasn't an accident to see Cassius that night, he had already figured out that they would come here, he always knew they were in the bar, but he chose to sit on the sidelines and catch everyone at the cargo port.

Claire stared at the soldiers pouring out of the window, her hands and feet were cold, and her mind went blank.

To Cassius, the postponed week was like a day when wild animals hibernate in the dark and wait for the food to come out. He calculated every step accurately and watched everyone fall into the trap step by step.

"Go and stay in my cargo box." The fat man pointed to the boxes stacked at the back of the plane, and said calmly, "I am a human being, and orcs have no right to interfere with my private property inspection."

Judith immediately unbuckled his seat belt and pulled Claire up beside him. As soon as the two of them took a step back, a familiar cold voice came from the plane's receiver.

"Claire."

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