Let them offer their loyalty

Psychics of Zero's level are not telekinetic, so their bodies are extremely strong. But no matter how good their physical fitness is, they still need to breathe. This is the most basic need and instinct of human beings.

Unless you have developed some special skills that allow you to only take a short breath and survive for several hours and ten or eight years.

No matter how much Zero slows down his breathing or holds his breath, there will always be a moment when he needs to open his mouth and exhale. At that time, the dream will automatically double Zero's sensitivity. It's okay at the beginning, but as this sensitivity accumulates slowly, it's not so fun anymore.

Jonas didn't think he was a pervert who liked to see beautiful girls with suffocating expressions. He simply couldn't think of a better way to treat Zero.

If his sensitivity increased with every passing second, Zero's spirit would probably collapse before he returned.

Well, maybe not.

".....You are a scumbag."

Zero gritted his teeth and uttered the curse words in his memory. Although weak and non-aggressive, they became a means for Zero to vent his emotions at this moment: "A trash can full of garbage, stray cans that even cats won't eat..."

"What are stray cans? Aren't they usually stray cats?"

Jonas sat next to Zero, watching him want to speak quickly, but because he couldn't let the air escape quickly, he could only speak slowly and softly.

If it were me, when I heard what would happen if I took a breath, I probably wouldn't answer any of the other person's questions, because talking also causes air to be exhaled, and if I wanted to hold on longer, I couldn't speak.

Should we say that Zero was naive and didn't expect it, or that he was just an idiot.

"It was opened and only half of the can was eaten. I felt sorry for it when I saw it, so I fed it to the cat."

"Where's the cat?" Jonas asked curiously.

He thought Zero might say he ate it.

"After eating the canned food, he hasn't appeared again. Maybe... he ran away?"

He is probably dead...

If it's a half-opened can next to the trash can, it's most likely something that someone will eat today, get a high fever tomorrow, and die the day after tomorrow.

Even homeless people in the slums wouldn't eat this kind of food, unless they were starving to death and wanted to fight for their life.

I can only say that this little girl doesn't even have the most basic common sense.

As he spoke, Zero took a deep breath and recharged his energy. He had already realized what Jonas wanted to do.

——The damn adult wants to consume my oxygen by talking to me, and then take the opportunity to achieve his own goal!

No matter whether a look can convey so much information, Jonas read all of this from Zero's eyes.

"Well, I wanted to talk to Miss Zero again, but since Miss Zero doesn't have that nature, forget it."

Jonas' tone was a little regretful. He really wanted to say more to Zero, but Zero's attitude towards him didn't seem very friendly?

But it doesn’t matter, they will probably be even less friendly in the future.

But before leaving, Jonas wanted to tease Zero.

"We in the Alt Group usually treat prisoners well. I'll bring you some ice cream when I come back. What flavor would you like, Miss Zero?"

Zero didn't reply, but just looked at Jonas calmly until Jonas shrugged and said, "In that case, I'll just bring back a random flavor of ice cream. I hope Miss Zero won't be disgusted by the random flavor of ice cream."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers and his figure disappeared from in front of Zero. In the huge room, only Zero was left lying on the bed.

Back to reality, Jonas slowly opened his eyes, looked at the time, and found that there was still a long time before the time he had agreed with Chelsea, so he simply relaxed according to his original steps.

If you think of Zero during your relaxation time, you can look at Zero's status and consider whether you need to adjust Zero's status appropriately.

It is not that easy to turn Zero into the shape of the Alte Foundation. Well, at least when Zero feels that he has adapted to this intensity, he should increase the intensity a little more and add an unspeakable record.

Although I hope that the plan will always proceed according to my steps, sometimes there will always be small mistakes, and then manual micro-management will be required.

Time passed little by little, and during this period, there was no interruption from other communications, so Jonas had some time to recuperate.

When the agreed time was approaching, Jonas got in the car and headed for the agreed place.

The night had slowly deepened, and the night scene of District 25 was still as bright and bustling as it was yesterday.

Just then, a call came in.

"Chelsea, what's wrong?"

Jonas leaned his head against the car window, looking at Chelsea who was communicating with him.

"Remember? This is where we first got to know each other. We wanted to discuss cooperation, but we didn't expect it to turn out like this." Chelsea's eyes showed a trace of nostalgia, and then she asked Jonas, "When will you arrive?"

"soon."

Jonas no longer had a clear memory of the place, but when Chelsea came together, he remembered it.

That should be the place where I first met Chelsea when I came here, but later on, our relationship deepened inexplicably, and we slowly got to know each other, and finally became what we are now.

For Chelsea at that time, it should not be a very good memory, but for Chelsea now, it may be a very good memory.

Of course, the same goes for Jonas.

"Soon, I'll be waiting for you here then."

After confirming that Jonas would arrive soon, Chelsea hung up the call.

She didn't dress up specially today, but the clothes she wore seemed familiar to Jonas.

That seemed to be the same clothes that Chelsea wore when they first had their negotiation in that restaurant. No wonder it looked so familiar.

They’re back, they’re all back, the nostalgic server of District 25 is back.

After getting out of the car, Jonas entered the restaurant which had already been cleared. Chelsea was sitting at the table in the middle, waiting for Jonas to arrive.

"Why did you suddenly ask me out for dinner?"

Jonas raised an eyebrow and sat down.

"Why? I can't find you out unless there's something going on? Busy Mr. Jonas?" Chelsea's fingers stroked her earlobe and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Of course not. I'd love to spend dinner with such a beautiful lady."

Jonas smiled and snapped his fingers, and the waiter next to him naturally poured red wine for him and Chelsea.

"But from what I know about Miss Chelsea, if she said she missed me, she would probably come directly to the Alt Foundation to see me instead of coming to this place where we first met."

“You might be disturbed there.”

Chelsea drank a sip of red wine gracefully and casually mentioned, "A few days ago, my subordinates said they saw the leader of the peacekeeping force and the handsome Mr. Jonas of the Alt Group going in and out of the same restaurant. At that time, I was wondering, respected Mr. Jonas, would he forget about me because he has a new person?"

Chapter 488: If it can be given to Yukasi, it can naturally be given to me, right?

Caught by Chelsi.

To be honest, the news in District 25 rarely talks about gossip about upper-class bigwigs. After all, in this age where life is just money, if your choice of words upsets some petty-minded bigwig, at best you could lose your job, and at worst you could lose your life.

No one wants to lose his life for a piece of gossip, or offend those big shots. It's not that you can't write, but isn't it a bit absurd to lose your job or even your life just for a piece of gossip?

But it’s different when others see it and spread it as gossip.

It's not a deliberate snapshot, nor is it a rumor. More importantly, those big shots who are being watched won't come here to eavesdrop on gossip, so they can naturally chat about capitalist gossip in their spare time.

The person being talked about is not here, so just say whatever you want.

When Jonas was having friendly talks with Yukas, he did not try to conceal his figure, so it was normal for him to be seen by some people, but he happened to be seen by Chelsea's people.

"Mr. Jonas, you forget the old ones when you have new ones? How does it feel to be a legendary operator of the peacekeeping force?"

Chelsea's words seemed sour, but in fact, her expression was still as smiling as when they met. Even her tone had not changed, and she still looked smiling.

At least Jonas felt that Chelsea was calm. She wasn't angry, nor was she in a state of dire straits.

It's more like a joke than a sarcasm.

"How is Miss Chelsey feeling?"

"I haven't had such close contact with Yukas, but Mr. Jonas does taste good."

Chelsea took a sip of her tea and looked at Jonas.

She came out this time to have dinner with Jonas and reminisce about the past, not to find fault. A few jokes would be enough.

It's nice to see Jonas embarrassed occasionally. With such a good relationship between her and Jonas, she doesn't care about this at all.

Well, I guess you won’t care about it after a while after dinner.

"Do you need my help lately?"

Chelsea cut the food in front of her. It was just the right size and tasted just right. The person opposite her even ordered two more servings of the food, which was already above the excellent standard.

"help?"

"Didn't the Federation recently send people to attack the hospital under the Alt Group's industry and take someone away?"

After slowly savoring the food in front of her and chewing it carefully, Chelsea wiped her mouth elegantly: "Although I have provided resources to the Alt Foundation and carried out various cooperation with the Alt Foundation as signed in the contract, I always feel that I can't help much here."

It’s not that I can’t help, but that I don’t need help.

The most critical matters were handled by Jonas and his staff, and the remaining troubles were almost not worth mentioning.

"No need. If you can come out to eat with me occasionally like you do now, you are helping me."

Jonas shook his head and cut the cod fillet in front of him. "I'm not being polite. It's just a small matter like this. I can handle it by myself. When I need you, I will definitely ask you myself."

"To be honest, I use the other companies in District 25 as backup hidden energy sources. When it's time to suck their blood, I will suck their blood without mercy and will not leave them any benefits."

Jonas stopped what he was doing and said, "We don't need their help now, because the Alt Group can handle these things on its own."

"Too."

Chelsi lifted her hair and smiled wickedly: "It was my mistake. How could Mr. Jonas, who was full of evil intentions, do what I thought and not ask me for help just because of these things?"

When Jonas needs her help, there are probably two situations. One is that he really just needs her help in some aspect.

Another possibility is that District 25 is about to launch a major attack on the Federation and needs help.

Of course, no matter which one it is, Chelsea will do her best to help Jonas.

"When it's time to find you, I will definitely not hesitate, so please rest assured, Miss Chelsea."

Jonas raised his glass and shook it towards Chelsea: "Now, let's enjoy this dinner moment."

"It's not the dinner time that should be enjoyed, um, but I cherish the time I can spend with you."

Chelsea seemed to have something else to say. When she mentioned dinner time, she seemed to pause for a moment, and then continued talking as usual.

There are always some moments that are more important than dinner time. Well, they are very important and can enhance enough feelings.

“People always look back on their original selves after a period of time has passed. People are always nostalgic.”

Halfway through the meal, Chelsea's face turned red due to the red wine, and her hands slowed down.

"Remember when we first discussed this?"

For Chelsea that day, the gears of fate began to turn slowly. She didn't know whether meeting Jonas was a blessing or a curse before, but now she could draw a conclusion directly.

She must have been lucky to have met Jonas.

"In fact, I often think about what you were thinking when you first sat here and discussed with me."

Chelsea put down her knife and fork. Although her eyes were a little blurry, she still kept her composure. "I wonder if Jonas can tell me?"

"Would you like to hear my exaggerated, exaggerated version of the story, or the true, unvarnished version?"

Jonas also put down his knife and fork and looked at Chelsea.

"I actually want to listen to both, but it's getting late and I have things to do later, so I'll just listen to the uncensored version."

Chelsea lifted her hair and turned her head to look at the night view: "In fact, it may be a little embarrassing to explore how others see you, because you don't know whether you are good or bad in the eyes of others."

"Of course, I would be happy if I heard words like love at first sight."

"I didn't think much of it. I was actually in a very dangerous situation at that time. When I saw you, I didn't think much of it except for saying you were so beautiful. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

He really didn't think so much at that time.

Who knew it would develop into the relationship we have now?

"Mediocre."

The food on the table had been eaten, and Chelsea took the last sip of red wine: "Although I'm not very satisfied, this answer is also on the passing line."

"But there is a unique way to get extra points. I wonder if Mr. Jonas would like to try it. For example,... relive the scene from that year."

"If you can give it to Yukasi, you can give it to me, right?"