supreme commander's bizarre adventure

Kelly wanted to say something more, but a boy next to her elbowed her on the arm and motioned her to look in the direction of the door. The boy called himself Fred, and the girl sitting on the other side of him was called Lynn. Da... Everyone looked in the direction of the gate, and there were two people standing there.

Halsey and Sergeant Major Mendez, to be precise.

Halsey looked around, her eyes paused on John for a second, then looked away again. She looked at all the children and said:

"You are now enlisted by the UNSC. According to Decree 45812, you are here to participate in a special program, code-named Spartan II."

"That is to say..." John's face was a little ugly, and he suddenly realized that he might have made a mistake, "I was just recruited by the army?"

"Of course it is, what else?"

"..."

With a sigh, John quickly removed the steel chains that bound him, as if this kind of thing was just a dispensable decoration on his body, and those electric currents wrapped around the shackles, those electric currents that were enough to make adults howl The blow hit the boy's body, but he couldn't make the latter let out a scream of pain, and couldn't even make his expression change.

Ignoring the wide-eyed surprised expressions of Sergeant Mendez and the children around him, John found a seat he liked and sat down, staring at Halsey intently, waiting for her next words.

After smelling the unpleasant smell of human skin scorched by electric current, Dr. Halsey said meaningfully:

"It looks like you've been through a lot."

"I'm a little behind you, Dr. Halsey."

"Hey, you know me?" Halsey raised her eyebrows, and she began to really feel that the boy in front of her was different——

Smart, strong, determined, and without hesitation, except that he talks too much... He is like the most powerful weapon given to mankind by the gods!

Number 117, John, is simply the most perfect Spartan!

"Yes, if I hadn't been 'invited' to come here, I should have sat in a university class and published my thesis, maybe I could break your record..." John smiled, and he looked Glancing at Sergeant Major Mendez, who was still wrapped in a bandage on his head, he continued:

"Now, I feel like it's good to be here."

Sergeant Major Mendez pulled a hideous smile at John.

"Then you have to behave well, number 117, and I hope you are lucky enough," Halsey said casually, but in her heart, she had already placed John in a special place...

As long as he's lucky enough to survive the remodeling surgery.

Chapter 80 The Master Chief's Way ([-])

Zhiyuan Star, Spartan Phase II training base.

John is at home here.

"Number 117! Tell me how are you feeling right now?!"

Sergeant Major Mendez stood on a moving Warthog with a loudspeaker in his hand and shouted at John, who was running down the dirt road in full weight training armor, not only that, He still held a rifle in his hand. After arriving at the destination, he still needed to shoot at the target. If he failed to hit the corresponding target, John needed to crawl over in a low-profile manner and remove the The warhead was picked out by hand—

Not one less!

And now, John has run ten kilometers, and he still has half of the way left.

Of course, those children are incomparable to John, they are carrying out other projects under the leadership of other instructors, that is to say, they are running like John, but they are behind John, and the weight Also a lot less than John.

The morning is physical training, and the afternoon is military skills training, or cooperative projects. For example, John will lead more than 100 other children to survive in the dense forest in the wilderness of Reach Star, trying to grab food from the heavily armed instructors, Water, even weapons... In fact, in order to create difficulties for John, he only has enough dinner a day, and he needs to find food by himself at other times.

Under such intense high-intensity exercise, John's weight inevitably dropped, except that his eyes were still as fierce as before.

But Sergeant Mendez is very satisfied. The boy in front of him has no discount in executing orders. He trains hard and conscientiously, and his cultural lessons are enough to make Dr. Halsey and Deya admire. In life, he is that group of children Everyone is willing to chat with him, everyone is willing to train with him, eat with him, and he also sleeps with a few children who are homesick... Even those ODSTs are very fond of him!

Damn, this kid should be sent to military academy and become a general!

pity……

Sergeant Major Mendez took a deep breath. Then, he bent down and took out a cardboard box from the car seat box. After opening the carton, there was a hamburger inside. The Sergeant Major pretended to smell the hamburger. , shouting at John:

"Number 117! Several of those brats have failed training, so cut off half of your dinner today and tomorrow!"

"...huh...huh..."

"Look at this! Moa Burger! Want some?! Shout out to Sergeant Mendez three times I'm wrong, I'm never going to put on a show in front of you again - I'll throw this thing at you!"

What Sergeant Major Mendez waited for was not a shout, but a mouthful of snot-laced saliva, which precisely hit the piece of meat in the burger... The muscles on the Sergeant Major's face began to twitch.

"Go eat my spittle!"

"...No. 117!!! You don't have any dinner tonight!"

John didn't respond. He still needed to conserve his strength, and climbed 1000 meters in the shooting range to dig out the bullets that had been driven into the soil. He really didn't want to go through it again.

There is nothing to say about the training and classes in the afternoon and evening. It has not changed much in more than a month. Of course, at dinner, John did not show up, and the eyes of more than 100 children from that empty position After sweeping, he lowered his head to eat again.

Night, sleep time.

Linda stood up quietly, took out a small object from her pocket, put it in her hand, and walked towards John's room. She carefully avoided the lights and cameras, but met Gero at the corner of the corridor Tom, the latter also held something in his hand. After seeing Linda, the boy frowned and said:

"It's not you today, Linda."

"I know...but I want to help him."

"You will ruin our schedule!" Jerome said in a low voice, but then, he looked at Linda and said helplessly:

"Plans never keep up with change."

"so?"

"Like Brother John said, we'll always need a PLANB."

There was a hint of a smile in Jerome's words, he stretched out his hand to grab Linda's shoulder, and said:

"Come on, we have planned Yuyu, but first we have to meet Kelly, Kerr, and Fred. Today's instructors need to go to a meeting, and the number and time of night watch will be reduced."

"Well, sorry, Jerome."

"Come on, we're family, aren't we?"

"Well," a smile appeared on Linda's face. She followed Jerome closely and went to John's room. After a minute, they came to the door and knocked lightly three times. Immediately, the door was opened, and a big hand brought the two of them in.

After Jerome and Linda entered, they realized that besides John, there were several children in the room. To be precise, the number of children far exceeded the planned number.

Kelly, Fred, Kerr, Alice, Oscar...

"Hey! You guys, didn't you agree to take a shift?!"

Jerome was very angry, but those guys were laughing and laughing, which made the former almost lose his breath, but when the boy's eyes fell on the half biscuit in John's hand, he sighed and threw himself The dry cake in his hand was stuffed into John's hand.

"You'd be better off than us if you didn't talk back to Sergeant Mendez."

"I enjoyed it, Jerome."

"Then we won't bring you food next time," Kelly glared at John. She has always been skeptical of the latter's words now. The girl has to distinguish carefully to hear whether John's words are laughing at her... Hearing Kelly's words, John clasped his hands together and said to Kelly seriously:

"Please take care of me, beautiful, gentle and generous Ms. Kelly."

"Humph……"

John chatted with the others and watched them leave the room one by one, not forgetting to rub food residue or grease stains on his towel...

"These guys," John said helplessly, and then he looked at the last person in the room, Fred, who was looking at John with serious and worried eyes. After a moment of silence, Fred said:

"I heard that they cloned us. I overheard it when I went to the bathroom at night. It was the chatter of those ONI people. Is this true?"

"Oh, do you think it's true?" John asked back, licking his lips, the food brought by his brothers and sisters could only relieve his hunger, but could not really fill him up, feeling the stomach Feeling hot, John continued to ask:

"Is this question... important?"

Fred froze for a moment, the boy fell silent, he didn't know what to say.Seeing him like this, John patted him on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Okay, you should go back to sleep."

"John."

"I'm here."

"If we were really kidnapped here, and someone replaced us... what do you think of this?"

John smiled and responded:

"The ordinary 'John' had already died a year ago. He died at the moment when the quantum teleportation flash was on. After that, it was the soldier, the soldier 'John'."

Chapter 81 The Master Chief's Way ([-])

Military calendar 2525, Zhiyuan star, Spartan training base.

John was evaluating what kind of weapons and tools he needed, and how long it would take to break through the blast-proof airtight door in front of him, but after a few seconds of his thinking, the door slowly opened, revealing what was inside:

A not-so-big office even seemed a little messy.

This is Halsey's office.

"Come in, No. 117."

Halsey rubbed her temples, reached out to pick up her cup and took a look, and found that she had already finished the coffee in it, leaving only a little coffee stains.Seeing this, John walked into the office, took out a half-drinked box of instant coffee from a corner with ease, glanced at the production date on it, and threw it into the trash can with a look of disgust.

"Perhaps you should ask Deja to make a healthy eating chart for you, Dr. Halsey."

"Ha, Deja has worked out that sort of thing at least forty times."

[Seventy-five times to be exact, Dr. Halsey, and you haven't taken those diets seriously once.]

Halsey's assistant, Deja the AI, chimed in.Seeing the two people singing together, Halsey waved her hands angrily and said:

"Let's not talk about that, No. 117, you can relax a bit and stop looking around with your eyes. You have memorized most of the paper data I posted here...Next time you can directly ask me for the original text."

"Forget it, it's still very troublesome to mess with those people from Naval Intelligence," John rejected this tempting proposal, but Halsey saw through his mind and responded with a smile:

"Are you worried that you will be transferred from here and then sent to a research institute to be the leader of a certain subject? You are already 14 years old, John, I didn't know you would have such a small mind."

"I'm not fit to be a researcher, Dr. Halsey, as you should know."

"Indeed," Halsey said thoughtfully, and then her eyes met John's, and the smile faded from her mouth, and behind John, the explosion-proof door slowly closed, at this moment, here That leaves John and Halsey, and the artificial intelligence Deja.

After a moment of silence, Halsey looked at John and said softly:

"No. 103 Ralph, No. 023 Daisy, and two other second-term candidates..."

"Run away," John nodded, "I know."

"Nothing in this base can be hidden from you, John," Halsey sighed, and she was about to solve this matter now, but before that, she needed to ask John's opinion, after all... the past The kids are all grown up and only a few months away from the transformative surgery.

"What do you think about this?"

"It's okay to run away, I also provided a little help for them," John said without any concealment in front of Halsey. After nearly eight years of getting along, it was enough for John to see every detail here. people.

"But I don't know what they'll see when they go back, what they'll find, or... what they'll kill."

"You knew already?"

"Basically I found out about a month after I was brought here, Dr. Halsey, and I have to remind you, please, shut your mouth in shock, it's really rude, And it doesn't look like a well-known doctor, of course... I enjoyed your shock, thank you."

After hearing John's words, the corners of Halsey's eyes twitched slightly. She raised her leg and kicked John's calf, and said helplessly:

"I kind of know why Sergeant Mendez is bald before he's 40."

"Oh, that has nothing to do with me. It was Fred and Douglas (042, the future member of the red team) who replaced Sergeant Mendez's shampoo and replaced the hair conditioner with depilatory cream."

"This is even worse, hey!"

After glancing at John, Halsey sighed, with a little pain in her words, she said slowly:

"How many Spartans know about this?"

"All."

"When?"

"Scattered in the past few years, but Daisy and the others are the last to know... I have done a psychological evaluation for everyone, but in fact, I also think it is not good to know too early, you are too When you are weak, you can’t do anything,” John said indifferently, the dream-like experience in the past made him realize a lot, especially as he got older and came into contact with more things, He became more mature and determined, and more hungry for power.

Not just physical strength, but spiritual and intellectual strength as well.

Astartes are not only physically strong, but also intelligent. An excellent Astartes commander can command an extremely large-scale fleet battle, and command ordinary soldiers to hunt down enemies who are also Astartes , and even achieved an extremely good exchange ratio...John knew that he had lost that chance of glory forever, but he still had many options to stand with his former brothers.

Maybe when he is very old, he can command countless human warships across the star sea here?Or lead a mighty legion to plant the human flag on the home planet of the enemy of mankind?

By that time, I must have enough capital to brag in front of those guys... Hey, Shinji, hey, Shirou... As a non-Astarte, I lead humans across the sea of ​​stars!

"You've always been so mature, John, and every time I talk to you, I think I'm talking to an old man."

"The old man isn't as tall and handsome as I am, Dr. Halsey."

"Well, he's still a poor old man."

John: "..."