How Tyrannosaurus Shows Love

Chapter 87

"Tick tock", "tick tock" drop after drop of water hit the ground, and a pool of small puddles gradually accumulated. It didn't take long for the puddle to be full, and the accumulated water gradually overflowed.

"Heh...heh..." A disheveled man pounced on him, and stretched out his tongue to reach the water droplets that were about to flow out. His outline was sunken, the corners of his lips were chapped, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.

Glancing through the monitor and admiring the wickedness of these people, Brandt was a little surprised. Those prison guards are boring enough to arrange a good prison like it was a thousand years ago. In other words, After making it like this, it looks much more interesting than the prison he saw.

However, this person is really worthless enough to look boring. Brandt looked at the person lying on the ground like a dog licking water in the picture boredly, and couldn't help but ask.

"Is this the guy? I almost can't recognize it."

"Indeed. But this guy probably had a better life before. He didn't suffer much, and he didn't do anything. It just became like this." George, the warden, stood aside and replied respectfully.

This guy is not stupid. After understanding his position, he has been listening to Frederica's words very much now. It seems that he may have seen something.Brant glanced at George, then back at Frederica.

"Then what did he recruit?" Frederica asked, and a murderous aura began to spread from his body.The body of the person lying on the ground licking the sewage froze slightly, but soon recovered, and raised his head with disheveled hair, a trace of doubt flashed in his cloudy eyes, as if he felt a murderous aura.

George glanced at Brant and Frederica, but turned his body slightly to block Brant's sight, and he could vaguely see his lips moving a few times, and he calmed down soon.

Brant raised his left eyebrow slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his heart. It's okay, and he knows how to prevent himself, but he has a lot of experience in lip language.

After a little recall of George's lips, Brant's eyes flashed with surprise.No wonder this guy wants to be on guard against himself, this ignorant person actually says that he is behind the scenes?

"Let's go, this guy is useless." Frederica looked at the screen, and a pair of yellow vertical pupils stared at the person on the screen. Those eyes made people feel creepy.George even thought that the marshal was going to take action to deal with that person, but he didn't expect that the marshal just closed his eyes slightly, his eyes regained clarity, and then walked out with long legs.

"Wait for me." Brant followed in two steps. He also felt that this person was boring. Obviously, this guy couldn't ask anything useful.

If it is normal, maybe he and Frederica are still thinking about digging out some things slowly.But now, the Zerg is overwhelmed again, and Frederica probably doesn't have that much thought.

Glancing at Frederica's back, Brandt couldn't help but sighed. What he was most afraid of was not that the enemy was too strong, but that there were too many pig teammates, which made it a headache.

"Wait, Marshal, then this person..." George panicked when he saw that the two of them were about to leave. There was already news from the parliament that someone was coming. If someone was going to be taken away, his I can't hold back my identity at all!

"Suicide." Frederica turned her head abruptly, dropped two words meaningfully, and quickly left with Brant.

George stood still and thought for a while, and gritted his teeth. Anyway, he would definitely not be able to stand up to the council. Now that he has voted for this side, he can only go one way to the end.

Since the marshal said that this guy committed suicide, then he can only let him "suicide"...

In the dark prison, another sound soon sounded, rattling, the sound was getting closer, whose footsteps...

"Marshal." As soon as she walked out of the prison, Frederica received a video request from the adjutant.

"What's the matter." Frederica bowed and Brant got on the suspension car and quickly set the destination.They are running out of time now, and after going to the prison before the parliament, they will start the combat meeting next.

"The matter of the Zerg has been found out. It's a cover." Stuart's face was a little ugly, and he didn't look like he had any good news.

"Pretend? Then what do they want to do?" Brant muttered to himself, which was strange. He thought that the guy inside was an important pawn for those people, so they would launch it at this time. The Zerg diverted the sight of the army headquarters.

"Their purpose, I suspect, is the Marshal and Mr. Brant. They just called out on the Star Network to fight against you, Marshal." The veins on Stuart's forehead could hardly be suppressed, and his tone was terribly stiff. Obviously, he had already guessed. When it comes to what those people are going to do.

"It's so interesting, they still haven't given up yet?" Brant smiled. To be honest, he has seen many people who are desperate, but it is really rare for this kind of person to do anything for the purpose and dare to come knowing that he is going to die. There is.

"Be careful." Frederica frowned at him.

Brent didn't quite understand, blinked and asked, "You said I should be careful?"

"Hmm." Nodding, Frederica reminded him about the research.

... After being silent for a while, Brandt felt that he was wronged...

Have those people studied the problem of the brain?It has nothing to do with him. The lifespan of the researched life form is short. It is obvious that your hot chicken research results have failed. If you don’t go home and think about it, you will come to trouble him instead. What kind of logic is this?

"Understood, let's go back right now." Seeing Brant's confused expression, Frederica felt helpless, waved his hand, and turned off the video to look at Brant.

"What's the matter?" Brant smiled brightly, but there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.He really didn't understand, to be honest, it wasn't that he looked down on those guys, but in fact, unless he was too careless, otherwise, it would not be so easy to catch him.

"Don't make me worry." Frederica leaned over with a trace of imperceptible concern in her deep voice, and a kiss with obvious pity fell on Brant's lips, which was obviously an extremely ambiguous one. Brant didn't feel the slightest bit of eroticism when he moved. Compared with the care shown on the surface by ordinary people, Brant felt his heartbeat even more from this silent action. endlessly.

The familiar pair of double pupils gradually moved away, and Brandt looked at Frederica, whose eyes were filled with delightful caring like stars in the night, and the two looked at each other, obviously not saying a word When they came out, it seemed that everything was kept silent. The two finally looked at each other and smiled, and Brant took the lead to look away.

Sure enough, the dead-faced palsy usually seems to have no interest at all, but at the critical moment, it's terrible to get someone to work part-time!The ears were slightly red, and Brant turned his head silently to look at the rapidly passing scenery outside. Brant felt a little weak. In this kind of atmosphere, why does he always feel like his legs are going weak?

The sweet atmosphere didn't last long, and soon, the army headquarters arrived.

Frederica separated from Brant at the door, and disappeared in two or three steps.

After watching Frederica leave, Brandt decided to visit the healing place.

Frederica went to the battle meeting. He had nothing to do with the army headquarters, and it was not interesting to go there. On the contrary, it might get in the way. Why don't you go and see his apprentice.

Speaking of Moore, Brant felt guilty for a second. In fact, he said that he was accepted as an apprentice, but...it seems that he didn't teach anything...

After dragging his feet a few times, Brant looked at the door of Moore's room, which he was about to reach before he knew it. He rubbed in front of the door so hard that the floor almost came off before he walked weakly. .

After walking to the door, Brant noticed something was wrong vigilantly.

There were two voices in the room, one was Moore, and the other, it seemed, was Mason?

"Well... let go, let go."

"Hmph, don't let go."

"Let go!"

"Don't let it go!"

"...What exactly do you want?"

Brant felt a little embarrassed when he heard it at first, but the more he heard it, the more weird he felt... He couldn't help but open the door and walk in.

Mason was lying on the ground, holding an unidentifiable plant in his arms, as if he was shameless and refused to let go.

Moore looked at the people on the ground dumbfounded, and was about to say something when he was startled by the sound of Brant coming in and turned his head away.

"Teacher!" Moore looked in surprise at Brant, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and quickly walked up to him.

"Well, what are you... doing?" Nodding, Brant looked at Mason on the ground and asked with strange eyes.

"..." Moore looked embarrassed, and gave Mason a hard look from the corner of his eye, before pretending to be nonchalant.

"It's nothing, teacher, I have some questions I want to ask you, shall we go in and talk?" Moore led Brant inside, during which he trampled on someone's body twice in a natural manner.

"Ah!" Mason hurriedly moved the plants in his arms away, and immediately put on an aggrieved expression on his face.

"Moore, you are going to murder..." Before he finished speaking, Brandt calmly followed and stepped on it.

"..." The corner of Mason's mouth twitched, you master and apprentice are actually working together!