Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

Chapter 598: Simons in Evolution

At the enthusiastic invitation of Xu Weiwei and the elders, Haisang had dinner at the Seaforth family's house. He also met Ryan and the old man who had returned late.

The chef had specially prepared fresh seafood sashimi to suit his taste. There was also lamb, which Ganz liked, and snails, which Ryan had requested. Dinner was a complete mishmash of cuisines.

After dinner, since it was still early, everyone moved to the chess and card room to play a few games.

"It's too difficult to play. After the version update, the Monkey King is simply invincible. He already has a lot of health, and now he has a pair of 'wings'. I want to call the planner to complain..." Ryan complained after losing the game.

Xu Weiwei: "Don't blame the uneven road if you can't do well."

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, the bystanders hurried to break up the fight. No matter whether they were biased or not, they broke up the fight anyway.

Ryan also saw through his family's "inclusiveness" and angrily hoped that the only outsider present would say something fair.

"Haisang, tell me! Is their victory due to the strength of their characters!?"

Haisang certainly didn't want to stand against Selvie, but the little girl in front of him looked a bit pitiful.

So he could only take all the responsibility on himself, answering evasively: "Simon's players are indeed very strong this time. If I had taken the Bernabéu players, I would have been able to compete in speed. It's my fault. I didn't choose well."

"Well, you're okay, but my 'Dwarf' is even worse... Come again! This time we must lock up the 'Big Monkey' first!"

"Well, pull it back."

……

Haisang's gentle and talkative personality made a good first impression on the Sifos family. Before leaving, Ryan, somewhat reluctantly, persuaded him to stay overnight.

But Haisang refused.

It's inappropriate to stay so late when visiting someone's home for the first time. If you linger, it will make people look down on you. Even if the other person is sincere and not being polite, it won't work.

The driver took Haisang to the gate of the special forces training base.

Haisang thanked him and got out of the car, preparing to go inside.

"Wait a minute, sir, you haven't picked up your things yet." The driver stopped the man.

"My things?" Haisang wondered. Were they the gifts he had brought? He remembered taking them all away.

The driver opened the shuttle's storage compartment. "Madam prepared this quietly and told me to give it to you when we get there."

To achieve extreme speed, the shuttle's design sacrificed many things, including storage capacity. But that small space was now filled with snacks.

The driver's facial muscles strained as he lifted the plastic bag. Haisang quickly helped take it.

"Phew—the outer packaging has been torn off. There's a lot of plastic bags. Don't mind."

Haisang immediately said, "Of course not! I... I'm so touched. Please express my gratitude to Auntie for me."

The driver agreed, clapped his hands, and drove the shuttle away.

Haisang rummaged through the box and discovered a wide variety of candies, biscuits, dried meats, chocolates, and more. It looked like they hadn't figured out his taste and had packed a little of everything.

Haisang was not exaggerating just now, he was really touched.

Ever since he could remember, he had actively taken on family responsibilities, hunting, taking care of his younger brother, and reducing the burden on his mother.

Reality requires him to grow up quickly and become the pillar of the family.

But today, Mrs. Sivers "told" him: You are still a child.

Maybe in her eyes, she needs care just like her children.

Haisang blinked a few times and looked up at the sky.

The night sky was clear, with a bright moon hanging high in the sky. The moon was round and bright, emitting a cool moonlight that sprinkled on the earth.

It seems out of reach, yet so desirable.

Haisang took a deep breath and headed back inside the base. He knew the road ahead would be long and difficult. But the more valuable something is, the harder it is to obtain. This is a law of nature, and it applies equally to human society.

At the very least, he had to rise to the position of commander of the 12th Army to have a slight chance of winning, right? Could he do that?

Haisang wasn't sure, but he knew that if he didn't try, he would regret it.

……

In outer space 1.2 light years away from the Imperial Capital Star, Xifos’ fleet is stationed.

This place is located between the Seventh and Eighth Planetary Belts, and is not originally under the jurisdiction of the Fourth Army. However, due to special circumstances, they were sent here as reinforcements, and nearly a year has passed.

“警戒！116°24‘20‘‘E出现轻度空间波动！重复！116°24‘20‘‘E……”

Two warships flew out from the command center and approached the target point.

After a while, a crack appeared and the Simons crawled out from it.

Like bats that smelled blood, they flew towards the planet inhabited by humans with a clear goal.

The starship immediately launched a range attack, and the artillery fire illuminated the dark universe. The energy beams were like meteors, and countless Simons were blown into dust before they could get out of the cracks, but the huge energy also made the cracks bigger.

Under the intense attack, the weapon quickly issued an overheating warning. Another starship seamlessly connected and quickly took over.

After taking turns, the main force was wiped out, and some scattered fish that were caught in the net scattered and flew in all directions.

Dozens of mechas were ejected from the starship, chasing after the monsters and engaging in close combat.

Half an hour later, everything returned to calm and everyone returned.

"Ah! The blood is all over my mask. That's disgusting!"

"Look at me."

"Oh my gosh! Go, go, go and wash up..."

The soldiers returned to the starship and did not take off their equipment immediately, but just washed themselves with water.

The full-body exoskeleton armor is very heavy and difficult to carry once it is taken off, so it can only be moved while it is on. If these stains are not cleaned in time, they will corrode the outer paint of the mecha and affect its service life.

Of course, maintenance is also essential.

Mechas are the most expensive weapons the military equips its soldiers with, each one corresponding to one. As long as they remain in service, they retain ownership.

According to Imperial regulations, each army must have at least 2000 soldiers capable of participating in space combat, and the upper limit will increase by 100 for every 1 additional soldiers.

Officials used to be very critical of this, constantly calling for cuts in meetings. They believed military spending shouldn't be wasted on "useless" things. In an era of competitive firearms, how many opportunities are there for hand-to-hand combat in space?

But this year, they stopped shouting.

Because more and more wormholes are proliferating, the wormholes that originally only appeared occasionally outside the Imperial Galaxy have now expanded to the location of a planetary belt.

They had to set up two lines of defense and monitor the area day and night.

Less than one-tenth of the jump station leading to the Simons' lair has been built, and the Simons are already trying to attack their heartland.

Sivers had to wonder whether the project was even necessary.

What's worse is that the Simons have undergone significant evolution in just one year.

Hunchback and high humped shoulder blades are their distinctive morphological features.

Seaforth had always assumed they were born that way, just as fish are born with tails and turtles are born with shells.

Until a fight in March of this year, a soldier came to him with a severed torso. The shoulder blade had turned into a pair of elytra.