death of hope

Chapter 1046 "Psionic Storm" (119) Unexpected Changes

Rewind to 3:00 AM on the 29th.
At the Psionic Research Institute, a man was on tenterhooks.
(Honor, titles, high-paying jobs, Nobel Prize...)

Screw it... I don't care anymore!
All I want is you…

Yuna…

If you get through tonight, you'll never have to suffer again. We'll run away together to a remote agricultural colony planet, far from the hustle and bustle of the world, and live a pastoral, idyllic life...
Li Ang held the disposable paper cup, unaware that the coffee inside had gone cold.
Staring blankly at the computer screen, one moment swearing oaths, the next day dreaming of the future, the more he thought, the further away it went;
She'd even planned out the renovations for their new house, what kind of doormat to put at the entrance, what flowers to plant in the yard, how many children she and Yuna would have, and what names to give them.
Just as Li Ang was staring at the computer screen, grinning foolishly, a familiar voice came from the other end of the corridor.

(That voice is... Joseph?!)

The disposable paper cup slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, spilling coffee onto his leather shoes. Li Ang stared in astonishment.
(What's going on? What's that old man doing back at the research institute in the middle of the night?!)

·
The colleagues who had been slacking off in the break room all returned to their posts and greeted Joseph with, "Good morning, Director!"

Li Ang pushed open a crack in the door and saw Joseph followed by a tall, thin Eldar, the same member of the Commune organization he had met before.

Four fully armed Corporate warriors surrounded the Eldar like prison guards escorting prisoners. The group quickly walked towards the reception room, and the last Corporate warrior to enter closed the door behind him.

One wall of the reception room was made of glass, which was not very soundproof. Li Ang tiptoed over and eavesdropped.

"Good evening! How did things go? Did you manage to avoid any trouble?"

“It wasn’t discovered…TZ has always trusted me…I…I handed over the communicator…to the ‘stand-in’ you arranged, the one whose voice sounds a lot like mine.”

"Haha, well done! Give that kid Paul a big 'surprise'!"

“Mr. Joseph…I…I did everything you said I would do, I…I betrayed my TZs…”

“That’s not betrayal, Mr. Tristram. That’s called turning back from the wrong path. Exposing the red terrorists is the duty of every citizen of Terra.”

"I'm not a Terran human."

"But you've already been banished by the Eldar of the Ark. You joined the rebellious organization against the Terra Federation, joined a radical human RED militia, and even became an elite 'GRU' agent."
You assisted them in their fight against humanity's Z-world, and you are deeply involved in humanity's ideological conflicts. Therefore, Eldar, you've already waded into these muddy waters; don't expect to get out without getting your hands dirty too!

"Hmph... Say what you want..." "Pointy ears, what's with your vicious eyes? You're not convinced? You've betrayed Pavel Korchagin, betrayed the great hero of the base. The future J-class members of the commune will die because of your betrayal. They will send out assassins one after another. From now on, your life will never be peaceful. There is only one way to survive, and that is to serve us."

"You talk too much! Stop arguing with me about all that nonsense! Release my daughter right now!"

"Don't rush, it's not time yet~"

"Damn it! You promised me that yourself!"

"I'm telling you, Eldar, you've been hanging out with Paul and his gang of 'little white supremacists' for too long; it's made you stupid."

The first lesson in dealing with the Terrans of the Z world is: never believe any promises. Treaties are meant to be torn up.

"Joseph! You son of a bitch..."

The sound of a rifle butt striking a body came from the reception room, followed by a loud thud as someone fell to the ground.

·
Li Ang quickly left, went to the bathroom to wash his face and calm himself down, and soon his communicator rang. It was the director calling.

"Xiao Li, you worked overtime today, right?"

"I'm here, Director..."

"Perfect timing. There's a job that matches my expertise. Come to the meeting room, lock up that pointy-eared guy lying on the floor, put him in psionic shackles, give him a sedative, and then bring him out for dissection and research in a few days."

Li Ang swallowed hard, rationally refraining from asking further questions:
"Understood... Coming right now..."

When Li Ang entered the meeting room, Joseph had already returned to the director's office and was doing something else.
Two corporate warriors were left to assist Li Ang, while the three of them carried the unconscious Trist onto a flatbed cart and pushed it away, locking him up as the director had instructed.

Things have taken a turn for the worse, but that won't hinder the execution of Plan A.
However, Li Ang had no idea at this moment that this was just an appetizer.

It was the beginning of a series of major changes...