Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 233 Killed
Claire was the first to apologize to her, "I'm sorry Mom."

Donna's lips trembled slightly because of the excitement, and she wiped away the tears with the back of her hand and held Claire's hand tightly.

"Are you still leaving?" she asked cautiously.

Claire had a sore nose. Regardless of the infusion needle stuck on the back of her hand, she opened her arms and hugged her, "I won't leave Mom, I won't leave again. What I have to do has been done, and we will be together forever."

Donna hugged her and burst into tears, and the crying alarmed the nurses in the corridor.

Claire kept stroking Donna's back, and didn't care about the backflow of blood from the needled hand. She only comforted her with tears, "I swear to you, Mom."

Seeing the back of Claire's bleeding hand, Andrew quickly pulled away the two who were embracing each other, and the nurse who hurried in from outside immediately adjusted the needle for her, complaining: "She is still a patient, no matter how excited she is, don't worry about it." Recklessly."

Donna apologized, and Claire continued to comfort her, and the nurse who watched sighed again and again.

After finally waiting for his mother to calm down, Andrew peeled off the peel and stuffed the apple into Claire's hand, before he dared to ask tentatively, "Over there, um, what happened?"

Claire took a bite of the crisp and sweet apple, and thought of the fruit tree Cassius had planted for her, feeling pain in her heart, "I gave birth to a child for him."

"You didn't bring your children back with your husband." Donna felt uncomfortable. She even made a few small sweaters with her own hands and put them in the closet.

"They have their own missions and cannot be with me." Claire looked down at the ring on her ring finger, which was the only precious souvenir she brought back.

"Mom." Andrew's reproachful tone made Donna shut her mouth. They all knew that Claire must have mustered up a lot of courage to make a decision. She made a choice for the family over there and the relatives here.

Claire bit a bitter apple and forced herself to be energetic, "My husband needs the company of the children, and my mother needs my company. I promised you that I would come back."

Andrew looked at her pale face and blamed himself a little, "You gave up your family to come back to us. I'm not even sure if it's right."

"Things are complicated, and this decision is inevitable." Claire raised her hand and touched his face, "You seem to have grown up a lot Andrew."

"I look older than you." Andrew looked at her, "You are the same as when you came back 3 years ago, nothing has changed."

Claire put down her hand with a surprised expression, "Three years?"

She returned to the empire to give birth to a child and then left, only a year and a half.

"Then how old am I this year?" She was a little confused, and the shuttle's return journey took longer than she expected.

"26." Donna took the half-eaten apple from her hand, and said half-jokingly: "Andrew is 22 years old now, he looks older than you."

It was said that the old Andrew was dissatisfied and shouted: "Donna, I'm still in college!"

The atmosphere was slightly relaxed, Donna's eyes were swollen from crying, and bursts of laughter came out of her mouth.

"So it's been so long." Claire couldn't help touching her face, "Have I not changed?"

"You haven't changed at all, Claire, healthy and beautiful." Donna praised sincerely.

Claire slowly lowered her hand.

After sleeping and returning to the earth, she began to age naturally.

"But Claire, what's that child's name? My grandson's name." Donna couldn't help asking.

"Cretius." Claire's expression softened when he mentioned him, and his hands followed him to show his cute appearance, "The eyes are brown like mine, and his hair is black like his father. He is very smart and never sleeps at night Won't bother me."

The brilliance of motherhood is undoubtedly revealed on her face, and the expression of happiness is about to pour out of her eye sockets.

Donna understood how important her daughter was throwing away.

"Will coming back really make everything better? Will you be happy, Claire." She asked distressedly.

Claire was silent for a while, turned her head to look at her and said, "I already have a happy mother. I made the choice, so I won't regret it."

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After staying in the hospital for a week, Claire packed her luggage and moved back to the cabin in the woods with her family, a small home transformed from a shipping container.

For so long in the past, Andrew rented a small shop for Donna in the town by relying on work-study programs and grants, selling her handmade knitted cardigans and some small accessories. The business is very ordinary but enough to support the family Life got back on track, and the mother and son even saved a small sum of money in three years.

Claire is sorry that she has not paid for this family, and she is determined to do something for this family.

The FBI police came to her several times after she recovered, and she was forced to go to the military hospital to cooperate with the doctor for examination.

They asked her a lot about the situation that day, and Claire only told half-truths. With the current technological means, she couldn't find anything special from her blood samples, nor could she explore the special magnetic field that took her through time and space. What is it, they will just get nothing.

"Today is the last examination." The doctor said to her.

"I am paid to participate in human research, and I should be compensated part of the money as a hush money." Claire smiled and said, "As you know, my family is poor."

"If you can tell me who cured your M5 type leukemia, hundreds of millions of dollars can be given to you." The doctor glanced at her, with a helpless face under the mask, "We got nothing, just like those special The magnetic field disappears from your body and surroundings, leaving nothing behind."

Claire pressed the bleeding arm with a cotton ball and looked at the last tube of blood that was drawn, "It's really amazing, but I, an ordinary person, can't explain the weird scenes I've seen."

"So aliens."

"Is there a second possibility? Didn't you already know the answer?" Claire asked back.

"Under the premise of not disturbing your life, we will continue to secretly track you to see if those strange magnetic fields will appear around you again." An officer walked in and said.

Claire didn't care about these, she threw the hemostatic cotton ball on the table, and put down her rolled up sleeves, "Remember Duoduo to take care of my business."

She set up a small counter in the store rented by her mother, selling small cakes and milk tea, and the business has been pretty good recently.

It was already late when I came out of the hospital today. Donna wanted to eat Bupai’s fried chicken and asked her to bring one home at night. Claire felt that her fried chicken skills were not bad, but Donna preferred to eat American style compared to her Chinese style. Fried chicken, especially Louisiana-style chicken nuggets.

She wrapped the red scarf around her neck, buttoned up the breasts of her brown windbreaker, put on her backpack, stepped on her bicycle, and rushed out of the hospital to the fried chicken shop.

"You're lucky today, we have one fried chicken left." The waiter winked at her.

"My lucky day." Claire replied with a smile.

"Leave a call?" He smiled at her ambiguously, "You are beautiful."

Claire stretched out her hand in her pocket and shook the ring on her ring finger, "I'm married and have a three-year-old son."

The other party was taken aback, restrained his thoughts and praised: "Then you are really young, you don't look like 20 years old."

"Thank you."

She leaned on the bar and waited for the food to be served, her eyes turned to the only two tables of customers sitting by the window following the noisy conversation.

Four pretty girls at one table and five men at the next table.

The tall and strong white man sneaked glances at the curvaceous backs of the girls more than once, with drunken eyes and wretched eyes.

After a few minutes, he got up impatiently and walked over to strike up a conversation. The black-haired girl was touched on the back a few times, causing her to curse a few times, and began to push and push her away.

Seeing that Claire had been staring at the two tables of guests who were in an uncomfortable atmosphere, the waiter who packed the food handed her the paper bag and said in a low voice, "Don't cause trouble."

After taking the paper bag, she nodded to the waiter and walked out the door.

The wind chime hanging on the door rang, and just as Claire stepped into the cold wind, she heard a muffled sound from the glass wall behind.

She stopped and turned her head, her eyes narrowed slightly.

The black-haired girl was grabbed by her hair and knocked heavily against the glass window, and the three girls who were with her also wrestled with the strong men, causing chaos in the store in a few seconds.

Claire is nosy, but when it comes to the bottom line and human rights, she can't let it go.

She opened the door again, and put the paper bag on the waiting table under the panicked eyes of the waiter.

"You can call the police now."

Hearing that she wanted to call the police, the fat white man turned to look at her, and said fiercely, "Try reporting."

Claire ignored him, and only calmly asked the waiter who had crouched down with his head in his arms, "Is there a gun?"

"What? No, I'm not! I'm not yet of age!" he answered tremblingly.

Claire raised her eyebrows, "Okay, then get under the cash register and don't come out."

Hearing that she was going to draw a gun, the white man with a fierce look strode towards her.

Claire unbuttoned her red scarf, unbuttoned her windbreaker, took off her coat, and piled all the clothes on the waiting table. She turned her eyes left and right, and opened the small door for the cashier to come in and out without seeing any weapons in her hand. , went straight to the back kitchen.

"Hey! Bastard, stop for me!"

Claire ignored the yelling behind her, glanced at the boiling oil pan that was still bubbling not long after the fire was turned off, and picked up the long knife next to it for cutting meat.

She turned around and walked out, and bumped into the vicious white man who was following by the door.

A blond woman had been dragged to the door of the store, and a chair fell heavily on her head. The wailing sound resounded instantly throughout the fried chicken shop, and the laughter and curses of the men were even more unbearable.

The white man didn't care about the knife in Claire's hand at all. Instead, he turned his head impatiently and said, "Go and drag her to the back alley. I'll drag this one too later."

Claire raised her hand without saying a word, and the moment the other party turned his head back, he slashed into the hollow of his shoulder.

No one expected that a woman who looked docile and easy to bully would dare to stab someone with a knife.

"what!"

As soon as the white man's screams came out, Claire raised her foot and stomped hard on his right knee.

Hearing only the sound of bones breaking, the man knelt on one knee, the bone of his right leg pierced through the skin and bent back strangely.

Seeing him rolling his eyes in pain, the fat on his whole face was shaking, Claire drew out the knife expressionlessly, dirty blood splashed on her face.

Seeing this, the black man who hit someone with a chair immediately withdrew his hand from beating the blond woman and rushed towards her.

The waiter huddled under the cashier was already yelling in shock at the bloody scene.

Clare never forgot the days spent in the barracks, the days taught by Cassius and the officers.

She agrees with the idea that violence can solve some problems.

The black man rushed into the back kitchen after her, and Claire jumped onto the tempered kitchen counter with ease, holding the oval chopping board with both hands and hitting him in the face with a swing.

She just squatted there, picked up the peeling knife that was not cleaned in the sink, and used it as a dart to accurately hit the face after the chopping board fell.

The black man's left eyeball was completely pierced by the knife that came quickly, and he was kicked in the back by Claire's kick as he was stepping on the blood of his companion, and he fell headfirst into the hot oil pan behind him.

The oil pan that had just been turned off was still hot enough to fry people, white smoke came out of the oil pan, and accompanied by the sound of flesh being exploded, the black man only struggled a few times before throwing himself on the ground. movement.

Angry, Claire casually wiped away part of the blood on her face with the back of her hand, turned her head, and her brown eyes met the other two men who were about to help.

"Do you want me to accompany you to the alley?" She turned around and asked.

Seeing her terrifying appearance covered in blood and calm eyes, they were all frightened.

"Grass." A terrified greeting came from a person's mouth.

Claire hooked her lips, imitating Cassius with a ruthless and indifferent appearance, "You can choose to continue beating them, but I choose to kill you all."

She lowered her hands and took a step forward with empty hands, and the person standing by the door took a step back.

Seeing that they were about to run away, Claire took down a few kitchen knives hanging on the wall, and warned softly: "You better hold your heads and squat where you are, or I won't make sure it won't go through your head."

It's a pity that no one listened to her advice, but she kindly kept their heads.

There were five men in total, and the three who were about to run away were finally nailed to the smooth wooden table by Claire with a knife. They all sobered up from the pain after drinking.

Claire checked the injuries of several girls who fell on the ground. She didn't dare to help them easily, so she only asked the waiter to call the emergency number.

"You trained specifically? Special forces?" The waiter's voice changed after he hung up the phone. He couldn't believe that the sweet-looking and thin woman in front of him couldn't even blink her eyes when she killed someone.

"I was in the army." Claire smiled.

She might be a weakling in an empire of orcs and zergs, but here she certainly isn't.

When the FBI knew that she was suspected of murder and blew up the body, she had just thrown away the dirty clothes and washed the blood off her body, and brought home the cold fried chicken.

While Donna was heating up the fried chicken, she took their deadly chain button.

"Our people just switched shifts and didn't look at you, so you killed someone?!"

(End of this chapter)