Chapter 15

More tragedies were happening, and the reporter left.

When the reporter passed by there a few hours later, the father was still there. He sat in the middle of the fleeing crowd, blankly holding the child, staring at the camera with a death-like pallor on his face. As the cameraman moved, his gaze followed. It was as if the camera was pulling his dull eyes. Finally, the cameraman backed away step by step. As the father became very small in the frame, people could still see his gaze fixed on the camera—a gaze of despairing emptiness.

A bleeding soldier smiled at the cameraman and said, "We're not afraid. We're resisting. If you can see this... Mom, I love you." Three minutes later, he died in uncontrollable pain.

"Son of a bitch! Come on." A corporal who was shooting roared. He and his team repelled the enemy's attacks again and again. Behind him was the airport. The enemy's airborne infantry was approaching, and the fighter jets were seizing the time to transfer. They had to hold on; there was no place to retreat. The camera swept over the corporal's comrades. When it turned back, a bullet pierced the corporal's head. He fell heavily onto the soil, and a spray of blood dyed the entire camera red. The soldiers beside him rushed up, vainly pressing his wound, crying out loudly, "Help! Medic!"

There were many such scenes...

All the people who watched this special feature cried. They would always remember these scenes.

The president said, "We must remember these scenes, and such scenes are still playing out on Milock Star. We have no right to abandon them."

Finally, the president said, "Blood for blood!"

"Will they succeed?" Milan asked, her eyes fixed on the TV screen where the Newton local fleet was disappearing into the space - jump channel. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed.

The fat guy behind her didn't say a word. He was whole - heartedly kneeling on the ground, praying and mumbling something.

Milan quietly walked over and listened intently for a long time. The more she listened, the weirder her expression became. Finally, she couldn't help but kick the fat guy and cursed, "You cowardly idiot, get up and look at the blueprints right now!"

Looking at the blueprints was a task assigned to the fat guy by Professor Boswell. Since there wasn't much repair work to do, the old man thought it was a waste to let the fat guy idle around. Moreover, many newer and more complex weapon and mecha parts were things the fat guy had never been exposed to before. In order to make this guy, who had strong practical ability and good comprehension, play a greater role, Boswell specifically granted the fat guy the permission to access all technical documents and blueprints.

Under normal circumstances, obtaining such permission was almost impossible. But now, time was of the essence. No one knew when Galiparan might fall into the enemy's hands. To complete the experiments at hand as soon as possible, it was necessary to train an assistant who could quickly understand the intentions, be familiar with technical specifications and blueprints, and have strong operational capabilities.

The fat guy, who had caught the old man's eye, fell into Milan's clutches instead.

The initial excitement of getting in touch with classified blueprints and technical documents had now turned into a nightmare for the fat guy.

Milan said, "An exacting teacher produces outstanding students."

Milan also said, "Fat guy, I'm responsible for you."

So, under the hands of this woman who took a trifling matter as an important order, looking at blueprints and documents became a form of torture.

For anyone, if you were made to look at hundreds of blueprints and dozens of pages of documents every day, and take an exam every day, and not allowed to sleep or eat if you couldn't remember a single detail or miscalculated a single data, you would probably go crazy too.

The fat guy, who hadn't had a good sleep for several days, took the opportunity to lie on the ground, wearing a pained expression as if Milan's kick had caused him a fatal internal injury.

Milan was used to the fat guy's tricks and remained unmoved. With a brisk gesture, she casually pulled out her energy gun.

As soon as he saw the gun, the fat guy had no choice. He quickly got up, like a panicked rabbit, and rushed to the central computer, pretending to look at the blueprints intently.

Perhaps the fat guy's prayers worked. A week later, the federal government released news: The combined fleet composed of the 4th, 6th, and 7th Space Fleets of the Federation had successfully broken through the Gacharin Empire's blockade of the jump channel. Although the Newton local fleet, which served as the vanguard, suffered heavy losses, it had opened up a passage for the follow - up troops. Strategic results were already emerging. The Second Army Group, composed of the 1st, 2nd, and 8th Fleets, had also assembled and was gradually passing through the jump point to reinforce the Newton Galaxy. Moreover, the 3rd and 9th Space Fleets had miraculously appeared in the Galileo Galaxy, containing the imperial space fleet in the Galileo Galaxy.

These good news meant that the battle between the two sides in the Newton Galaxy had reached a balance. The Gacharin Empire's air - dominance advantage had completely disappeared. The ground resistance on Milock Star would also receive support from the federal space fleet. Besides air attacks and suppression, supplies and troops would be continuously replenished from the central galaxy. The mobility between cities had also been restored to a certain extent.

These news not only made the fat guy know that Galiparan was safer but also allowed him to sleep well for a few more days.

During her breaks from work, Milan, who had been following the TV news, was busy cheering for the federal space fleet and being fascinated by the young, handsome, and highly - accomplished commanders or pilots introduced on TV. She basically didn't have time to torment the poor fat guy.

Moreover, Tian Kaiwen had a certain talent for machinery and a good memory. After a week, having mastered the theory proficiently, he could almost recite those data and blueprints at will. As long as the mechas and weapons were based on the same theoretical foundation, the fat guy could draw inferences about other cases from one instance, and few problems could stump him.

The fat guy seemed to be idle again. But since this rascal had already suffered from the "more capable, more work" situation, of course, he wouldn't give Boswell and Milan a chance to find him new troubles. On the surface, the fat guy seemed to be deeply immersed in the database of the central computer, with a bitter face and furrowed brows every day, looking busier and more pained than before.

In fact, the fat guy was quite comfortable and leisurely at this time. He was reading a psychology tutorial in the computer. As the top sniper in the scout special training team, the fat guy had always been deeply interested in psychology. Because psychology is based on perception, controlling a person's perception can affect their judgment and mentality. The fat guy had a preliminary understanding of this in sniper and camouflage training. The central computer in the laboratory stored almost all the technologies since the development of human society, and there was a wealth of psychological information. Now that he had the opportunity, how could the fat guy, who loved camouflage and setting traps, resist the temptation?

So, unconsciously, Milan became the fat guy's experimental subject. The fat guy carefully observed Milan's every move, analyzed and judged her emotions, and subtly influenced her through the placement of certain items or tools, suggestive language, or specific music.

Milan felt that her emotions and reactions had become a bit strange. She started to care about things she usually wouldn't notice at all. Her mood swings became more intense. She was prone to crying and laughing. Sometimes, she would feel very melancholy as soon as she entered the laboratory in the morning, but would become cheerful in the afternoon.

When chatting with the fat guy, she asked him in confusion if he had the same problem. The rascal said that as a man, he didn't have such problems, and that women had such days every month.

Milan, her face flushed scarlet with deep embarrassment, resolved to turn a blind eye to this detestable dead fatso from that moment forward.

"Yes! She refrained from drawing her gun!" the fat guy exulted inwardly.

In the end, the fat guy even tried to hypnotize Milan directly.

Unfortunately, just then, Professor Boswell came to find Milan to discuss some issues, and the fat guy's experiment had to be interrupted.

The more deeply he delved into the study, the more the fat guy felt that he should become a psychology master. These things in psychology seemed to be tailor - made for him. By combining aspects such as language, behavior, temperature, color, objects, touch, taste, and sound, one could make a person have a specific perception, thus influencing their psychological activities. When seeing Milan's reactions exactly as he had expected, the fat guy felt like he had become a god.

"Hehe, if I can develop a routine that makes women fall in love with me hopelessly... I'll be rich..." the fat guy thought lewdly.

In the following days, everyone in the laboratory became the fat guy's experimental subjects. He could not only judge a person's psychology through their subtle reactions but also evoke their subconsciousness and even make them have illusions.

The laboratory was in chaos, with everyone in a muddle.

When Boswell noticed something was wrong, the laboratory returned to normal. Because the fat guy's interest had shifted. He had discovered a book called "The Assassin's Invisibility Technique".

This was not a fantasy work. It was a masterpiece that integrated illusion, optics, magic principles, environmental science, and psychology. The fat guy was immediately fascinated by this book.

So, the people in the laboratory started taking medicine - medicine for preventing or treating heart diseases.

If you were startled several times a day by a fat guy who suddenly appeared beside you, or saw a plant or even a refrigerator walking around, or a fat guy flying above your head, and then everything else disappeared except yourself, you would also take medicine, or your heart couldn't take it.

The only one who was happy was Milan. Magic and illusion had a strong attraction for her. After all, she was just a twenty - year - old young girl. So, in the laboratory, there often appeared a scene where a woman brandished a Broomhandle Mauser and forced a frowning fat guy to perform magic.