Chapter 127 Invasion

Chapter 127: Infiltration

After deciding, Jian Fuxu said, "Lu Yan and I will head to the training grounds. Keep a close eye on that omega—make sure he's not a spy planted in the military."

Qi Yanshen nodded.

After Jian Fuxu and Lu Yan left, Qi Yanshen returned to the carpet beside "He Zhi" and sat down.

Gazing at "He Zhi's" sleeping face, a thought screamed in Qi Yanshen's mind: He Zhi was going to leave him. He had to find a way...

Ever since meeting this omega, he'd had this odd feeling, but it had never been as intense as recently. It was as if his subconscious was forewarning him of something, pushing him to act fast.

But how could "He Zhi" possibly leave? He still had two months left on his assignment. The Marshal wouldn't send students like them to face a real Bug Swarm.

So, for the surveillance mission, forget ending early—they'd be lucky if it wasn't extended.

If "He Zhi" truly had a problem, who would dare to extract him during the tense wartime period?

Every time the Federation entered a Bug Swarm period, nerves were stretched to the breaking point. Even passing space pirates would be turned into space debris before anyone was satisfied.

In such a time, who would expend vast amounts of wealth and weaponry to extract an omega?

Qi Yanshen glanced at "He Zhi" twice, silently adding to his assessment: and a frail, delicate omega who grew breathless after a few steps?

What if he fainted halfway through the rescue? Wouldn't that be walking right into a trap?

As usual, unable to make sense of it, Qi Yanshen grew agitated.

Perhaps his agitation was too outwardly apparent, disturbing the sleeping "He Zhi." The omega let out a soft, muffled groan.

"Hmm..."

Qi Yanshen immediately halted his speculations and carefully looked at "He Zhi." Seeing that it was just a sleepy murmur from his dream, he relaxed and took out a bottle of water from his Space Bracelet.

After waking up, "He Zhi" liked to drink plain water with a hint of sour and sweet flavor, so Qi Yanshen prepared it daily.

Sure enough, half an hour later, "He Zhi" woke up, his first words were a drowsy, "Is there any water?"

When he said this, "He Zhi" probably didn't even realize who he was asking. He only knew there was someone here who would indulge him, so he simply asked.

Qi Yanshen handed over the opened water bottle. The water temperature was thirty-five degrees Celsius—just right.

"He Zhi" took a small sip and came to his senses. As expected, it was Qi Yanshen who had handed him the water. He whispered, "Thank you, Brigadier General Qi..."

"No problem. Are you feeling okay?"

"He Zhi" shook his head. Over the past month, aside from worrying about his identity being exposed, his days had been quite cushy.

Moreover, Chi Yan now knew his identity. After he clearly expressed his desire not to be exposed, Chi Yan had promised him.

Whether it was Qi Yanshen or anyone else, as long as they weren't someone like the Marshal whom he couldn't shield against, Chi Yan would help fabricate and conceal the truth.

In other words, most of his final concerns had vanished. If someone of the Marshal's caliber truly decided to target him, even Ji Anjue's presence might not be enough to protect him.

Thus, Ji Anzhi settled into a leisurely life with peace of mind. Besides, Qi Yanshen really did take good care of him.

In the past, whether it was Chi Yan or Ji Anjue, he had been the one worrying and taking care of others. Qi Yanshen, an alpha, was even better at caring for people than his own sister. Ji Anzhi found himself adapting quite well.

Over this month, even without weighing himself, Ji Anzhi could feel he had gained weight, his face rounding out a bit.

"He Zhi" took another small sip of water. He'd had about enough, and was just cradling the cup when Qi Yanshen already held out his hand. "Give it to me."

"He Zhi" handed the cup over and thanked him again.

Looking around and not seeing Lu Yan or Jian Fuxu, "He Zhi" curiously asked where they had gone. Qi Yanshen replied indifferently, "Training."

Glancing at the time, Qi Yanshen asked, "Do you want to take a few laps?"

"He Zhi" had no objections. A little exercise was good for him, and he wouldn't go against his own well-being.

However, the greenhouse garden was simply too large. "He Zhi" needed to rest after almost every stretch of walking, managing only two full laps in the end.

This time, "He Zhi" didn't go to the cafeteria for a meal. He still remembered the cake Lu Yan had given him that morning. It had been a long time since he'd eaten such things. Although the cafeteria food wasn't bad, he was craving something different.

Qi Yanshen, as always, indulged him. The two returned to their dormitory together.

"He Zhi" took out the fruit cake from the refrigerator. Just as he turned around, he noticed Qi Yanshen taking out a small watermelon, cutting it into pieces, and plating it.

By the time he brought the cake to the dining table and opened it, Qi Yanshen had also finished preparing the watermelon, handing him a plate with a fork.

Leaving behind the words, "Don't overeat, rest early, and try to wake up on time tomorrow," he entered his own room, presumably to play Star War.

"He Zhi" remained seated in the dining area. He quite liked their dynamic; it felt natural, less restrained, and didn't require any pretense.

Qi Yanshen's knife skills were quite good, and he had a decent talent for cooking. Ji Anzhi remembered that back then, Qi Yanshen had even found time to learn something from an omega in the medical department... Hmm...

Ah, right—"Dragon's Chant Strawberry," a molecular gastronomy dish.

Although Ji Anzhi felt it didn't taste as good as real strawberries, he was still amazed that Qi Yanshen could make it. If he were truly an omega, he might have agreed to be with Qi Yanshen without hesitation.

In contrast, he himself had poured so much talent into star charts and energy systems; being a kitchen disaster was only to be expected.

After finishing the cake and watermelon, just as "He Zhi" was about to clean up, the cleaning robot, following its pre-set instructions, came forward to tidy the table.

"He Zhi" returned to his room. Life really was comfortable these days.

He logged onto the StarNet using "He Zhi's" identity to check the news, browsed around, used the card Qi Yanshen gave him to buy some things omegas liked, and then Ji Anzhi peacefully fell asleep.

...

"Brock, why have you been ignoring me lately?"

A black-haired alpha replied somewhat indifferently, "Isn't the concentration period coming up soon? I'm a bit tense."

Hearing this, the companion who asked also agreed, "That's true. I heard from seniors who've experienced Bug Swarms that once the concentration period hits, the swarms are almost non-stop. If you're lucky, there might be a half-day break. If not, it can go on for ten or twenty days without a pause."

The black-haired alpha nodded in agreement, glanced at the time, and said, "I'm going to rest now. I haven't been feeling well lately."

His companion was surprised. Brock had always been in good health, hardly ever getting sick. Why would he feel unwell at such a critical moment?

So the companion asked with concern, "Have you been to the medical bay?"

The black-haired alpha nodded but didn't reply. Thinking he might be feeling too unwell to talk, the companion didn't press further, simply offering a few words of concern, urging him to rest early and not drop the ball at this crucial time.

The alpha nodded, said goodbye, and headed straight for his room.

All his roommates were on night shift and should be out on patrol. The six-person dormitory was empty except for him.

The black-haired alpha man took a ring from a box under his pillow, put it on, then entered the bathroom. He turned on the showerhead, creating the illusion that he was bathing.

The ring was a disguised Space Bracelet. The black-haired alpha took out a small bottle containing an aphrodisiac substance that evaporates on contact with oxygen, effective for both alphas and omegas.

At this thought, a smirk curled the black-haired alpha's lips. Omegas joining the military were bound to cause problems—they were just making an inevitable problem happen sooner.

He bound the small bottle together with a special replicating agent and a miniature explosive device.

After setting the timer, the black-haired alpha placed the items into the Space Bracelet, turned off the faucet, and left the dormitory.

The black-haired alpha appeared calm and composed. No one suspected a thing as he made his way to the control center—the air circulation system was right here.

The air circulation center was crucial on a large mothership and was naturally heavily guarded, with unauthorized personnel prohibited from approaching.

The black-haired alpha hid nearby and sent a message to his accomplice.

"In position."

"The surveillance system will be down for at most half an hour. Seize the opportunity."

"Understood."

Closing the interface, the black-haired alpha waited quietly.

Although he had only arrived yesterday, he had memorized the layout in advance and knew that the shift change would pass by in a few minutes.

After waiting a few minutes, an alpha woman approached from a distance. She frowned when she spotted the black-haired alpha on the path.

Didn’t he know this area was off-limits?

When the alpha woman was about five meters away, she spoke up, "New here? Don’t you know this area is restricted?"

The black-haired alpha feigned confusion and apologized, "Sorry, I’m new. I didn’t know."

As he spoke, he moved toward the alpha woman as if intending to leave.

When he was about a meter away, the black-haired alpha suddenly reached out to cover the alpha woman’s mouth and nose. He attempted to grab her neck, but she had been wary of him and he failed.

Still, it was enough.

"You are..."

The alpha woman never got the chance to finish her sentence.

After all, the anesthetic on the glove was exceptionally potent—a dosage meant for insectoids, more than enough for an alpha.

He opened the nearest door and dragged the unconscious alpha woman inside.

A few minutes later, an alpha woman who appeared completely normal walked out of the room and headed toward the entrance of the control center.

"Iris verification... passed."

"Gene verification... passed."

"Military ID verification... passed."

"Please enter the password."

The alpha woman calmly wrote a string of symbols on the light screen. "Password verification passed."

"Good evening, Major General Aizkaye."

The alpha woman nodded in acknowledgment and entered after the door opened.

Passing other control stations, the alpha woman reached her destination.

As soon as she entered, a playful female voice complained, "Ah... Aizkaye, you’re one minute and thirty-four seconds late. Do you know how much that pains me?"

The alpha woman replied indifferently, "Sorry, I was delayed on the way."

The speaker wasn’t blaming her, just surprised. It was rare for Aizkaye to be late, and she had intended to tease her a little. But today, Aizkaye seemed to be in a bad mood?

Out of respect for Aizkaye’s dignity, she and the other colleagues didn’t press further and simply swiped their cards to hand over their shifts.

One omega man comforted her, "I’m off now. I’ll bring you an exclusive photo of the marshal tomorrow~"

The alpha woman nodded expressionlessly in thanks and added, "Be careful," after all, Levin had a lunatic by his side. Then she swiped her military ID to take over the shift.

After everyone left, only the alpha woman and three other shift personnel who had already taken their positions remained in the air circulation center, organizing the shift handover data.

"Aizkaye, hurry up and organize the data. Finish early so we can go online. You promised me a round of Star War yesterday."

It was an alpha man reviewing the data for a secondary check. "Aizkaye" hummed in agreement and took out a piece of candy to eat.

Someone who had already finished organizing their data teased, "I thought you didn’t like overly sweet food?"

"Aizkaye" walked toward the remaining station and said calmly, "Someone gave it to me."

The teasing intensified. "An omega? Finally, an omega has taken a liking to you?"

This time, "Aizkaye" didn’t respond. Everyone assumed she was shy and continued teasing, trying to find out which omega had shown interest in her.

With this intensive period approaching, even though they had desk jobs, there was no guarantee they wouldn’t end up on the front lines. Aizkaye was an orphan, and having someone to care about made it easier to survive.

"Aizkaye" ignored them and quietly slowed her breathing.

After entering, she had activated the specialized anesthetic at her waist—colorless, odorless, and dispersing into the air.

Half a minute later, the alpha who had been the most boisterous was the first to notice something was wrong. His limbs felt weak, and he frowned. "Do any of you feel off?"

They were all elites. After he spoke up, everyone realized something was amiss.

"I'm losing control of my body. Is it the same for you?"

"Aizkaye" nodded along with the others, though she was largely unaffected.

The alpha man who had been organizing the data earlier said, "Check if the data is normal. If it’s a drug, the alarms should have gone off."

The others immediately opened their panels to check. "Aizkaye" glanced at the time—it was about right. Time to act.

"Aizkaye" stood up. At that moment, everyone was busy checking for issues, and one was searching for a gas mask. No one paid much attention to her, and even if they did, they wouldn’t suspect anything.

After all, the marshal was stationed here, the entrance had four layers of verification—what spy could possibly break in?

So when "Aizkaye" walked up behind the alpha who had retrieved the gas mask, he merely looked up curiously. Just as he was about to ask, he found himself unable to speak.

"Thud."

The muffled *thud* of the suppressed shot was barely audible.

"Aizkaye" shot him in the head, leaving no chance of survival.

The other two turned to look at "Aizikaye" the moment she drew her gun, instinctively trying to get up and grab their weapons. But as soon as they stood, they stumbled and collapsed to their knees.

"Aizikaye" wasn't in the mood for talk. The moment they began to speak, she put two quick bullets in their heads.

Blood spattered across her face, making her look even colder and more merciless.

"How pitiful..."

It sounded like mockery, but with a hint of regret.

"Aizikaye" walked to the control console and shut down the alarm and all the other security systems.

Then she moved to the oxygen generator, opened the access panel, and tossed in the prepared device, setting a one-minute timer.

"OK."

"Then get out of here, fast. That drug has no antidote."

"The surveillance."

"Got it. Twenty minutes."