Chapter 1327: Activation

The sudden accident shocked Fedro. Seeing his wife lying motionless under the stairs, he quickly called the maid to take her to the hospital. Looking at his weakly breathing wife on the stretcher, he also had complicated emotions—a little guilt, and a headache for adding trouble.

Fedro didn't follow him to the hospital. After sending Mirta away, he hurried back to the bedroom to find an encrypted radio station and communicated with the outside world in the form of code words—Mirta was admitted to the hospital unexpectedly, and the operation must be suspended.

After a while, the radio station received a simple digital reply. Federo found a cipher book for comparison, the meaning of this number means... I got it.

"Fuck, all of you look down on me." Federo was so angry that he felt that he was being fooled at will. When he was contacted for a rebellion not long ago, he was given the task of finding a way to drag his wife Mirta into the water.

The Aurora Legion implements strict military management on the territory it controls, and all personnel and material circulation are strictly registered. The leader of the conspiracy behind the scenes had to find another way if he wanted to succeed.

It is easier to deal with people, and there are still a huge number of refugees outside Havana. But mobilizing these people requires a lot of supplies. But the end of the world is not an era where you can just make a phone call and someone will deliver it to your door.

It is very difficult to obtain a large amount of food and medicine within the Aurora Legion. But Mirta, who is in charge of the Cat's Claw Club and receives a large number of floating people every day, has this ability, and it is not easy to be discovered. But now this task was easily messed up by Fedro.

After hiding the radio station again, Fedro kept pacing and scratching his head in the room. He wasn't 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 only needed to coax him in two days and admit his mistake.

What worries Federo is what will he do next?

Mirta, who was taken to the hospital, woke up alone on the stretcher of the ambulance. She could hear the whine of the car horn, recall the pain of being pushed down the stairs, and hear the screams of the medical staff in the car. Discuss in a low voice.

"Is she the lady in black yarn that men talk about behind their backs?"

"That's right, it's the proprietress of the Cat's Claw Club. She's in pretty shape, isn't she?"

"What's the use of having a good figure? Look at her face, the scars on her face are terrible. I now know that she is not wearing a black veil to pretend to be mysterious, but to hide her ugliness."

The words were heartbreaking, and Mirta felt unreasonably panicked. Enduring the pain, she raised her hand to touch her face, and the black veil that had been covering her head was gone.

"Please, give me back my veil." Mirta was about to cry in a panic. She could work hard and bear 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 clumsy, and she couldn't complete this simple action no matter what. Everyone in the ambulance laughed at her in such a mess when she was usually aloof.

Mirta really couldn't help crying, she carelessly covered her face with the veil, her shoulders kept shrugging and sobbing silently.

Inside the Aurora Legion, treatment is determined by rank, and Mirta was sent to the advanced ward directly after arriving at the hospital. She kept covering her face during the whole process, even when the doctor was examining her.

In the end, Mirta was moved to the hospital bed, and a nurse grabbed the water cup and medicine from the medicine tray expressionlessly and handed them over, saying: "You have a concussion, your hands, feet and face are cut, and the rest is fine. It will be fine in two days. Now take some painkiller and anti-inflammatory medicine."

Mirta took the water glass and the medicine and drank it in one gulp, and continued to lie on the hospital bed with a look of lovelessness. The nurse tidied up the medicine tray and asked abruptly, "You value your pretty appearance, don't you?"

Mirta replied blankly: "My figure can make men fall under my skirt, but my face can make men run away in fright. So I don't have any pretty looks anymore."

The nurse reached out, trying to lift the veil that Mirta had haphazardly draped over her face.

Mirta quickly stopped and said, "Don't, give me some last bit of dignity."

The nurse sighed, "The person who brought you here described the horrific scars on your face. Who made you like this?"

Mirta didn't speak, just stared blankly.

The nurse continued: "Maybe you are worried that some rumors will hurt your reputation, but you can rest assured now. No one dares to spread your jokes about what happened tonight."

"How is it possible?" Mirta reacted quickly this time, "Those who see my face will definitely spread it everywhere, saying that I am ugly like a banshee. What reputation do I have?"

"Hahaha...!" The nurse laughed lightly, "You are so strange. You never cared when people said you were coquettish and dissolute. You really cared when they said you were ugly. But... I am also a woman, so I can understand you.

By the way, my husband once said that. If you want to talk about who is the most low-key in the legion but can't provoke you, you are the first. "

Mirta turned her head strangely, and asked back, "Are you...?"

"My name is Tania, and my husband is Zhang Hong, the battalion commander of the 1st Guards Battalion. He travels with the regiment commander and always knows some special news. I asked him why you can't mess with me, but he didn't say .But I understand the reason today?"

Ever since Phaedro was repaired like a clown, Mirta extinguished all her ambitions, and only wanted to live in peace and stability in the last days. Hard work, stigma, and prudence, it doesn't matter, she's already more comfortable than a lot of people.

But what nurse Tania said made Mirta a little curious, and she asked, "What's the matter?"

Tania smiled slightly and asked, "Do you have a good relationship with Captain Hugo?"

Mirta froze immediately, recalling many past events from more than a year ago in his mind. At that time, the catastrophe had only happened for two or three months, and the nuclear bomb had not yet been wiped out. Everyone felt that there was a huge opportunity hidden in the chaos-Victor Hugo ran from far away New York to Guantanamo to tease her.

"I have been in contact with it before, but now..." Mirta felt that his family must have been put into another book and blacklisted, and he would never be able to recover. In the year after the rectification movement, she never had contact with the upper echelons of the legion, let alone the dignified head of the legion.

Ketania continued to laugh and said, "Not long after you were admitted to the hospital, we received a call from the head of the legion. He asked about your condition and asked for the best treatment for you. Shut up all the people talking about you here, and no one dares to talk nonsense anymore."

Mirta felt his heart was hit hard by someone, his muscles trembled slightly, his spirits were lifted, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in hot water. She hesitated for a long time before asking: "Really? That guy still remembers me? Shouldn't he hate me so much?"

Tania shrugged, saying that she didn't know about it. She continued to ask: "Can you tell me why you were injured? Your servant said you fell down the stairs, but I always feel that you didn't fall by yourself."

Mirta was at a loss for words for a moment, and her heart was suddenly tangled—should I say it, or not? What will be the result after speaking?

Obviously he had given up his ambitions, and he hadn't thought of fighting for fame and fortune for a long time, but at this moment Mirta's brain was activated again.