The sudden accident shocked Federo. When he saw his wife lying motionless at the bottom of the stairs, he quickly called the maid to take her to the hospital. Looking at his wife who was breathing weakly on the stretcher, he also had mixed emotions - he felt a little guilty.
, which adds to the trouble and headache.
Federo did not follow him to the hospital. After sending Mirta away, he quickly ran back to the bedroom to find an encrypted radio station and communicated with the outside world in code words - Mirta was unexpectedly admitted to the hospital and the operation had to be suspended.
After a while, the radio station received a simple digital reply. Federo found a code book and compared it. The meaning of this number meant..., 'Got it'.
"Fuck, all of you look down on me." Federo was so angry that he went crazy. He felt that he had been fooled. When he was contacted to join the rebellion not long ago, he was given the task of finding a way to marry his wife Mir.
Tara went into the water.
The Aurora Legion implements strict military management of the territory it controls, and all personnel and material flows are strictly registered. The leader who secretly plotted the rebellion must find another way if he wants to succeed.
It's easier to deal with people. There are still a huge number of refugees outside Havana. But to mobilize these people, a lot of supplies are needed. But the end of the world is not an era where you can just make a phone call and someone will deliver the goods to your door.
It is very difficult to get a large amount of food and medicine within the Aurora Legion. Mirta, who is in charge of the 'Cat's Claw Club' and receives a large number of mobile people every day, has this ability, and it is not easy to be discovered. But now this task has been wasted
DeRo screwed it up easily.
After hiding the radio station again, Federo kept pacing in the room and scratching his head. He was not worried that his wife would betray him when she woke up. Mirta was not only a shrewd person, but also a very nostalgic and soft-hearted person. He felt that he
Just give him some coaxing after two days and admit his mistake.
What worries Phaedrus is what will he do next?
Mirta, who was sent to the hospital, woke up alone on the stretcher in the ambulance. She could hear the whine of the car horn, recall the pain of being pushed down the stairs, and hear the calls of the medical staff in the car.
Discuss quietly.
"Is she the 'Black Veil Lady' that men talk about behind their backs?"
"That's right, she's the proprietress of the 'Cat's Claw Club'. She's in good shape, right?"
"What's the use of having a good figure? Look at her face, the scars on her face are so terrible. Now I know that she wears the black veil not to pretend to be mysterious, but to hide her ugly face."
The words were heartbreaking, and Mirta felt panicked for no reason. She endured the pain and raised her hand to touch her face, and the black veil that had been covering her head was indeed gone.
"Please, give me back my veil." Myrta was so anxious that she was about to cry. She could work hard and bear the infamy, but she didn't want people to see her face.
A crumpled veil was thrown onto Mirta's chest. She tried to open the veil and restore it to its original shape, but her trembling hands were so clumsy that she could not complete this simple action. Seeing how embarrassed she was, who was usually aloof, the person in the ambulance
Everyone burst into laughter.
Mirta couldn't help but cry. She covered her face with a veil and sobbed silently with her shoulders shaking.
Within the Aurora Corps, treatment is determined based on rank. Mirta was sent directly to the high-end ward after arriving at the hospital. She kept covering her face during the entire process, even when the doctor was examining her.
Finally, Mirta was moved to the hospital bed. A nurse expressionlessly grabbed the water cup and medicine from the medicine tray and handed them over, saying: "You have a slight concussion, and you have some cuts on your hands, feet, and face. Everything else is fine. You're fine."
It'll be fine in two days. Now take some pain-relieving and anti-inflammatory medicine."
Mirta took the water glass and medicine and drank it in one gulp, then continued to slump on the hospital bed, looking helpless. The nurse put away the medicine tray and asked abruptly: "You value your beautiful appearance very much, right?"
Mirta replied blankly: "My figure can make men fall under my skirt, but my face can scare men into running away. So I no longer have any beautiful appearance."
The nurse stretched out her hand and tried to lift the veil that Mirta had randomly covered her face. Mirta quickly stopped her and said, "No, leave me the last bit of dignity."
The nurse sighed, "The person who sent you here described the horrific scars on your face. Who made you like this?"
Mirta didn't speak, just stared in a daze.
The nurse continued: "Maybe you are worried that any rumors will hurt your reputation, but you can rest assured now. No one will dare to spread your jokes tonight."
"How is that possible?" Myrta reacted quickly this time. "Those who see my face will definitely spread it everywhere and say that I am ugly like a banshee. What kind of reputation do I have?"
"Hahaha...!" The nurse chuckled, "You are so strange. You never care when others say you are coquettish or slutty. You do care about being ugly. But...I am also a woman, so I can
understand you.
By the way, my husband once said that when it comes to who in the army is the most low-key but can't be messed with, you are the first."
Mirta turned her head strangely and asked: "Are you...?"
"My name is Tania, and my husband is Zhang Hong, the commander of the 1st Guards Battalion. He follows the regiment commander on expeditions and always knows some special news. I asked him why you can't mess with me, but he didn't say
.But I finally understand the reason today?”
Ever since Phaedrus was repaired like a clown, Myrta has extinguished all her ambitions and just wants to live peacefully in the apocalypse. Working hard, bearing the stigma, being cautious, these don't matter, she has already lived better than
Many people feel comfortable.
But nurse Tania's words made Mirta feel a little curious, and she asked: "What's going on?"
Tania smiled slightly and asked: "Do you have a good relationship with Commander Hugo?"
Mirta was stunned immediately, recalling many past events from more than a year ago. At that time, the catastrophe had only happened two or three months ago, and the nuclear bombs had not yet washed away the ground. Everyone felt that there was a huge opportunity hidden in the chaos - Victor
.Hugo traveled from far away New York to Guantánamo to tease her.
"I have been in contact before, but now..." Mirta felt that her family must have been put into another book and blacklisted, and she would never be able to get over it. One year after the rectification movement, she never had contact with the upper echelons of the legion.
Not to mention the dignified army commander.
But Tania continued to smile and said: "Not long after you were admitted to the hospital, we received a call from the commander of the army. He asked about your condition and asked for the best treatment. After hanging up the phone, he was still talking behind his back.
Everyone who talks about you here should shut up, and no one will dare to talk nonsense anymore."
Mirta felt like her heart had been hit hard, her muscles trembled slightly, her spirits were lifted, and her whole body seemed to be soaked in hot water. She hesitated for a while before asking: "Really? That guy is still there?"
Remember me? Shouldn’t he hate me so much?”
Tania shrugged, indicating that she had no knowledge of this. She continued to ask: "Can you tell me why you were injured? Your servant said that you fell from the stairs, but I always feel that you were not
He fell down on his own."
Mirta was speechless for a moment, and was extremely confused in her heart - should she say it, or not? What would be the consequences if she said it?
It was obvious that he had given up his ambition and had not thought about fighting for fame and wealth for a long time, but at this moment Mirta's brain was activated again.