NIKKE, when the stars bloom

Listening to the young man's unconvinced explanation, Mullens could of course see how the recruit felt. Then again, he himself had also gone through the recruit period.

But what?

This didn't stop him from liking to admire the miserable expressions of the recruits who wanted to beat him up but had to hold it back.

"Commander, what's wrong with the commander? Can't the commander get any benefits?" The sergeant snorted disdainfully.

Coincidentally, the sound of the elevator track's engine starting up rang out at this moment, as if from divine help.

"Commander, right?" Seeing another commander coming back from the ground, Marens grinned and spat on the ground.

"Watch out, kid. As long as the commander has more than two Nikkis with him, there will definitely be money to be made."

As he spoke, he wanted to stand up and guard the aisle. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Lauter, who had always been at odds with him, took the lead and walked towards the elevator shaft.

"Son of a bitch, are you trying to steal my money from those poor commanders?"

The sergeant who had just stood up narrowed his eyes immediately upon seeing this, his expression showing undisguised malice like a gangster.

Whether it is family background, immediate boss, or the degree of respect he receives, Marens is slightly inferior to Lauter in every aspect.

It's just that little bit that causes him to always be suppressed by his opponents.

"Tsk! You bastard is going against me again."

Knowing that the other party was deliberately bullying him, the sergeant sat back on the pedestal with an unhappy look on his face and raised his chin towards the elevator entrance.

"You'll have to watch carefully later to see how others take advantage of those commanders."

……

……

"As for the Tyrant-class Letcher's core, no matter who asks you for it without my order, you must refuse it."

"learn."

"GQWRA-01539 elevator. I will notify the army over there to let you pass as soon as possible. The command center will also send someone to pick you up. Remember, the news that you are still alive has leaked out. Many people are paying attention to your return this time. Don't make any big noise again."

"learn."

"Well, that's it."

"learn."

"Thank you for your hard work, Commander Phoenix."

"learn."

Rumble, rumble——

After turning off the voice communication with Deputy Commander Anderson and watching the elevator door slowly open, Phoenix sniffed the unique smell of engine oil in the elevator shaft and stepped onto this familiar land again...

"Name."

"?"

The self-conceited commander glanced at the three military soldiers blocking his way and blinked in confusion.

Hadn't I already reported my identity to the military in the elevator? Why did I have to go through the same process again when I got to the underground?

"I'm asking you!"

Seeing that Phoenix didn't speak, one of the soldiers with the rank of sergeant asked seriously:

"Sex name!"

"Phoenix."

Facing the soldier's question, someone patiently answered.

Come to think of it, he returned to the Ark in a coma after the first mission, and he really didn't understand the military's review process.

"Nikki's code unit."

"No code name, temporary force."

"No code name?" Hearing Phoenix's answer, the sergeant looked over the man's shoulder and looked at Yinhua and Marian on both sides behind him. After confirming that these two were non-mass-produced Nikkis, he frowned and asked:

"There must be a code name for the original troops. What is it called?"

"Silver Spear, Special Forces, and students from MMR High School." Following the sergeant's frown, Phoenix also frowned.

"I have reported these issues in the elevator. Can you let me pass now?"

"no problem."

Having spent many years in the military, Lao Te, who had not paid attention to any outside information for a while, nodded, as if he had never heard of the special forces. He stood there holding his tablet and continued:

"What do you want?"

"?"

"I mean, what do you want to drink? Freshly ground coffee is 200 credits, hamburger set is 500 credits, pineapple bun is 1,000 credits." The sergeant smiled kindly, "Chewing gum is 1,500 credits..."

"and many more."

Listening to the soldier's increasingly time-consuming offer, Phoenix, who thought of some bad habits, chuckled in disbelief and asked back:

"Wait, are you asking me for money?"

"No, no, no, you misunderstood."

Hearing the commander's question, Laut's tone was quite calm, without any sign of nervousness, "These things are just optional services for us, and you are not forced to buy them... cough!"

“Cough! … ​​Cough cough!”

Unexpectedly! Before the sergeant could finish his words, a right hand that had been reshaped into a mechanical arm suddenly grabbed his throat with force, so fast that he had no time to react.

The owner of the right arm tilted his head at this time, still with that confused expression, and asked again in an extremely incredible tone:

"You dare to ask me for money???"

"Cough...cough..."

In response to the man, Laut's flushed face, helpless slapping, and intermittent coughing like clockwork.

Seeing their leader being slowly lifted above Phoenix's head like a dog, the corporals on both sides who were in charge of the situation were all stunned and stared blankly at the shocking scene before them.

suddenly!

One of the soldiers seemed to have remembered his identity and was about to raise his gun in a hurry, but he suddenly heard a slight sound of bones cracking in his ears.

Click!

There was a crisp sound of bone breaking.

Laut, who was struggling like a drowning man, suddenly stopped. His struggling hands and feet dropped down powerlessly, and he looked like a dead dog hanging from the ground.

"You! How dare you..."

At the side, the corporal who had just raised his gun saw a black revolver pointed at his face before he could say anything.

"Since you didn't have the safety on, put the gun down."

The murderer's tone sounded relaxed, and his pair of creepy green eyes did not show any of the tension that should be there after killing someone, so much so that for a moment, the corporal's gun really slipped slightly from his heart.

He will shoot.

The soldier's survival instinct enabled him to successfully realize that as long as he turned on the gun safety, the madman would dare to shoot him in an instant.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and Laut's body fell to the ground.

To be precise, Laut is not dead yet. The suffocation caused by the broken neck is the key cause of death. Therefore, as long as the brain can be supplied with oxygen in time, his life can be saved even if the cervical vertebra is broken.

But...

boom! ! !

Dazzling fireworks burst out from the muzzle of the large-caliber revolver.

In the distance, Marens and his new recruits were like two wooden chickens standing beside a cannon, watching Laut on the ground having half of his head blown off.

Scarlet and black blood gushed out from the broken head, flowing freely on the ground and pouring into the hearts of every soldier present.

kill……

Killed someone?

The recruit who reacted first swallowed his saliva. His eyes were clearly filled with fear, but there was also a hint of admiration that was hard to capture.

Then, he grinned, and the anger that had been suppressed for several months instantly rushed to his head, and he roared with all his might.

“Report to the commander!!!

The one who withheld the oil and water has been shot dead!!!

Please mount the horse yourself!!!"

The young man's voice was loud and energetic. Not only did he yell at Marens, who turned pale, but the moment Phoenix turned his head, he let go of the rifle in his hand and raised his hands in surrender.

"Damn it."

The man, who thought there would be a fight, cursed angrily at first, but felt that the curse was not enough to vent his anger, so he added viciously:

"A bunch of Frenchmen."

Chapter 114 You Are Here Again

Laut's life was like a piece of firewood in winter. Phoenix, who had no excuse to cause trouble, took the opportunity and threw it directly into the fire.

Hunted down a Tyrant-class Letcher that was suspected to be a Letcher individual, rescued two non-mass-produced Nikkis, discovered Nikki's prosthetic storage room, and killed more than a hundred low-level Letchers. No one in the unit was killed during the entire process.

All in all, Phoenix's military achievements in one trip are much higher than the total accumulated military achievements of three or four military academy graduates.

Such talent,

It is too dazzling and too dangerous.

If he showed his heroic spirit of ambition, thirst for talent, idealism, and planning to counterattack the ground, the upper-level bureaucratic group whose Ark was almost rotten to the ground would think...

This kid is so domineering that he is simply looking for death!

therefore,

Phoenix needs to personally find some excuse for this bunch of trash and also add to his own image.

He would not be the tough guy sent from heaven to lead the Ark to sound the clarion call for a counterattack.

He is just a madman who is good at fighting and very lustful in every sense of the word.

That's it.

……

……

"He is back."

"He killed a military sergeant who was blackmailing him right after he got off the elevator."

After hearing the report from his subordinates, Anderson rubbed his nose with a headache, then reluctantly threw the stack of promotion recommendation forms he had just signed into the shredder.

On the big screen in the command room was Ingrid's speechless expression.

"He's just a lieutenant. Isn't it too early to throw mud on himself? I have no idea what's going on in his head."

"Ingrid, this is not the most troublesome thing at the moment." The deputy commander rarely touched his cuffs, but instead supported his elbows on the table, closed his eyes in distress, and supported his chin with his fingers crossed.

“The central government has always been dissatisfied with the military’s greedy attitude, and the commanders have long been resentful of the military’s occasional extortion.

In order to maintain its own strength, the military will inevitably target Phoenix, but the problem is that his military achievements are there. Not only will the Intelligence Department and the Command Center protect him, but those parties that dislike the military can also use his military achievements as an excuse to protect him.

Even the reformists and war enthusiasts within the military would secretly help him.

Ingrid, this matter will only get bigger and bigger. It's beyond our control.

By the way, as the CEO of Paradise, the military is your company's largest purchaser. If the central government intends to use this to reduce the military's expenses, what will you do?"

"..."

Faced with Anderson's question, the woman's face couldn't help but turn a little dark.