Galactic Overlord

Chapter 009:Leave the recruit camp

On the mountain road leading to the new recruits' base, a luxurious hover motorcycle with a military license plate was slowly cruising. A soldier with a sergeant's rank sat in the driver's seat, and beside him was a sergeant first class with a face full of fat. The two seemed to have drunk quite a bit, as the entire vehicle faintly smelled of alcohol. The sergeant first class was picking his teeth with a toothpick, his flushed fat face twitching with fat as he hummed a tune, looking very satisfied.

"Captain, it's getting late; should we speed up?" The sergeant glanced at the electronic navigation system inside the vehicle and said to the sergeant first class.

"What's the rush? Let those two rookie soldiers wait. What, are they going to rebel?" The sergeant first class snorted disdainfully.

"No rush, no rush!" The sergeant quickly smiled and said, "I have to say, you're really wise. Following you, there's always food and drink. At first, I didn't understand why we had to personally pick up two new recruits, but now I get it—you wanted to have some fun in the city!"

"Hey, you just figured it out? Why else would I go to the trouble of snatching this job from my cousin? I even borrowed his new model motorcycle to play with." The sergeant first class spat and laughed lecherously, "How about the girls in Sadra City?"

"Tsk tsk, you're right, Captain, the girls in the city, just thinking about them makes me drool! How about we go to the red-light district later?" The sergeant's eyes flashed with a lewd light."Hey, you little rascal, you're addicted, aren't you? Let's get those two rookies back first; I'll take you next time!" The sergeant first class patted the sergeant's back of the head and laughed scoldingly.

"Yes, Captain!" The sergeant quickly agreed. At that moment, he saw a black shadow speeding towards them on the mountain road. Startled, he took a closer look and saw that it was a military truck. The hover truck was racing along the narrow, winding mountain road like a bull in heat, kicking up a cloud of dust and broken branches.

"What's going on, who's driving that truck like a maniac? Are they crazy? Captain, look!" The sergeant widened his eyes and shouted in disbelief.

"Damn it, pull over! If my cousin's beloved motorcycle gets scratched, he'll kill me!" The sergeant first class saw the crazy truck and quickly instructed the sergeant to dodge.Inside the military truck, Gu tightly grasped the handle, his face pale, shouting at the excited driver, Hao Yi, "Damn it, kid, slow down! If something happens, I'll kill you!"

"Kid" was the nickname Gu gave to Hao Yi. In the recruit camp, Hao Yi often took Hu Erpang to the cafeteria to steal food. At first, they were caught by Gu several times, but after Hao Yi bribed  Gu with cigarettes stolen from Stryker, Gu turned a blind eye. Over time, the three became familiar, and thirty-something Gu became quite fond of the cunning Hao Yi, giving him the nickname "Kid.""Relax, Gu! Nothing will happen, I used to race my dad's motorcycle when I was a kid. Ask Erpang!" Hao Yi answered, his hands deftly turning the steering wheel.

"What? Hao?" In the back seat of the truck, Hu Erpang, who was busy stuffing military biscuits into his mouth, curiously looked up, hearing Hao Yi's shout. Ever since getting on the truck, this glutton had been continuously eating Old Gu's biscuits and other rations, never stopping. As long as the truck didn't overturn, his appetite wouldn't be interrupted.

"My God! How did I let you two little brats get on my truck!" Gu slapped his forehead and groaned in pain. After Hao Yi mysteriously pulled out a pack of cigarettes and bribed Gu, he let him drive, thinking he would be careful. But when Hao Yi started driving the heavy truck like an F1 racer, Gu regretted it, worried they might overturn.

"Kid! Watch out for the car ahead!" Gu hadn't recovered yet when he suddenly saw a luxurious motorcycle on the mountain road ahead, quickly reminding Hao Yi."Got it, hold tight!" Hao Yi calmly replied, not slowing down, driving the truck straight towards the motorcycle.