Song Ci is not only surnamed Song, but also has the father of the Alliance Marshal. He is also the youngest major general in the Alliance, and his future is limitless.

And Jim Field actually dared to make the idea of ​​Song Ci.

Ulikmmi knew that Jim Field was already crazy, but she didn't expect that he could be crazy to this extent.

This once again broke through his cognition.

Ulikmmi doesn't want to speak, just wants to be quiet.

However, Jim Field did not give him a chance.

After a few low coughs, this girl spoke again.

"I want Song Ci!"

Four words were spoken by Jim Field.

Ulikmmi wanted to say, “Not everything you want, you can get it.”

But when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them silently.

As a subordinate, his life is still in the hands of others. What can he do?

Not yet...what people say is what they say!

Compared with life, principles, bottom limits, etc. are all... nonsense.

When the wind blows, it's gone.

"Living?"

As soon as the words Ulikmmi were spoken, Jim Field's sharp gaze came over.

"What do you think?"

The three light people made Ulikmmi shudder for no reason in this sunny weather.

"Catch Song Ci alive, others, etc., don't worry about life or death."

Hearing his satisfactory answer, Jim Field then withdrew his sharp gaze, squinted his eyes, and uttered.

Ulikmmi owed her body slightly and stepped back out of the room.

It was not until the closing that Ulikmmi breathed a sigh of relief.

He wiped the sweat beads hanging on his forehead, making him look less embarrassed, and then turned around and ordered people to complete the almost impossible task assigned to him by Jim Field.

What he didn't know was that while he was wiping his sweat, Jim Field behind the door was also wiping his sweat.

In less than an hour, Jim Field's limit was almost reached.

If it weren't for his pride, he would have collapsed on the chair beside him.

He smiled bitterly and opened his space buckle and took out a transparent sealed box from it.

As soon as it comes into contact with the air, the box starts to shake.

As time goes by, the jitter becomes larger and larger.

As he was about to break through Jim Field's limit of control, he quickly put his eyes on the slight bump on the lid.

It was a miniature magnifying glass, through which you could clearly see that there was a white bug in the box squirming constantly.

Their bodies are plump, with shallow thorns on them, their two black eyes are only a small bit, and eight pairs of less obvious feet below, like miniature white caterpillars.

The only difference between caterpillars is that they have no mouths, only a pointed mouthpiece, as thin as a needle.

Just a slight prick can create a small hole in the human skin so that they can easily penetrate it.

These uninvited guests mainly feed on their mental power, or choose to absorb energy and nutrition from various parts of the host's body to feed on them.

Of course, this kind of small thing is not of no benefit at all.

They secrete a special substance that delays the deterioration of bones and muscles.

To a certain extent, this method of exchanging mental power is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst.

But for Jim Field, who has a "special source of mental power", this is not a problem!
Chapter completed!