Colonel Duncan withdrew from the game with a puzzled look on his face. Looking at the familiar surroundings, he vaguely remembered that he accepted the order in the game to lead the dispatch team to Far South, and also remembered that the group had encountered countless hardships on the sea and finally saw the coastline of Far South.

Then what happened? Why did I log into the game? Did I encounter a sudden death?

The sudden death is a normal situation for American imperial players, because of the huge difference in strength between players and the New World Aboriginals, and every day, American imperial players are confusedly killed by American imperialists.

Colonel Duncan pulled a towel and wiped the remaining nutrient solution on his body. As a senior officer, he lived in a small independent villa with four contract slaves at home.

Compared with the traditional slaves in the Governor's District, contract slaves are undoubtedly a more advanced system. Rather than slaves, these people are poor servants with low wages and benefits. With Colonel Duncan's wealth, he can certainly afford more contract slaves, and he can also spend more money to buy a few real slaves.

But the political trend in the D.C region was deslaverization, and Colonel Duncan, as a young senior officer, had to lead by example.

"Tim, where are you?" Colonel Duncan walked out of his bedroom naked, full of interfaces left when reinforcement accessories were implanted: "Make me a cup of coffee and let Yali warm up the bathroom. I want to take a shower. When I finish, I will see a sumptuous lunch."

Colonel Duncan stretched and took the bathrobe handed over by the slave: "Contact the Military Commission and tell them that the mission to support Far South failed and I was killed in the game."

The male **li named Tim nodded silently. As a slave, he had never been to the game world and he didn't know if this was good news for him.

It sounds like a world full of hope. Maybe in that world I am not a slave and can be a free man, but never a slave who entered the game world has returned. This result made Tim feel a little scared about that world.

For Tim, Colonel Duncan was a good master. He had no bad habits and had no habit of abusing slaves. He could live a stable life as long as he completed the work he assigned. Of course, the best thing was that Colonel Duncan rarely stayed at home, or he rarely left that virtual world.

Under Tim's command, several other slaves quickly completed everything that Colonel Duncan ordered, and Tim used temporary authority to connect to the military committee to which Colonel Duncan was.

"Dear Lord, I am the indentured slave of Colonel Duncan, Tim, I will connect this communication on the order of my master and report to you, my master said that the mission to support Far South failed and he was killed in another world." Tim carefully chose the wording to prevent annoying the people on the other side of the communicator.

"What are you talking about? Didn't they put your brain on the production line?" However, what Tim expected was that there was a blaming voice from the other side of the communicator: "Transfer to Duncan now, you are a pile of inferior protein synthesis. If I know that you secretly gain Duncan's authority to make this prank call, I will throw you into the mixer and stir it into a paste!"

For Tim, this threat was not just a verbal threat. He hurriedly rushed into the bathroom on the second floor with the communicator. Tim didn't know what he had done wrong, but it seemed that the adult on the other side of the communicator was quite angry.

"Master!Master!" Tim ignored the panicked look of slave Yali. He had some feelings for Yali in his heart, but he couldn't care about it at this time: "That adult wants to talk to you directly!"

Colonel Duncan had just soaked himself in the bathtub, but Tim interrupted his enjoyment process. He glanced at the frightened Tim with dissatisfaction and took the communicator: "What's wrong? Did that stupid donkey mess with you?"

"Col. Duncan, your slave just told me that the mission to support Far South failed and you were killed in the game, is that right?" asked the man in military uniform on the other side of the communicator.

"That's right, as soon as we saw the coastline of Far South, we were killed by something. I had never touched the sand of Far South." Colonel Duncan did not feel that his failure was a loss to the US. Their landing in Far South was just a political need.

"You informed me of the news that you successfully logged in forty-five days ago. Nine days ago, you told me that you encountered a green humanoid creature in the game, not a green skin, but a brand new species. The other party took you to find an underground base located in Far South." The man in the military uniform looked at Duncan seriously: "Seven days ago, you reported that you had obtained some clues, which are likely to involve reality. Now, you told me that you have never even logged in Far South?"

"What?" Colonel Duncan looked at his superior inexplicably: "I landed in Far South forty-five days ago?"

The man in the military uniform looked at Duncan's reaction and hesitated for a moment and finally said, "For the sake of past relationships, I will give you two hours to sort out your memories and then report to me again. If you really lose your memory, a higher-level department may intervene in this matter."

"As for the order, sir!" Colonel Duncan saluted and fell into deep thought in the bath. He kept recalling his last memories, but his brain was like a joke, stubbornly telling him that the last scene before his death was his damn warship.

Tim and Yali didn't even dare to exhale. They held their breath carefully and waited by the side, neither daring to speak nor retreat.

However, the originally clear warm water of the bathtub was becoming turbid, as if a living thing was rolling under the water. Yali looked frightened, but under the pressure of her master, she still dared not speak out, but just knelt on the ground and stayed away from the bathtub bit by bit.

Tim vaguely saw something as big as a mouse swimming under the water against Colonel Duncan's chest, with messy scales growing, but Colonel Duncan seemed to be unaware of it.

"Master?" Tim shouted carefully, and at this time Yali was already weak. Just now, a slender tentacle like an earthworm suddenly emerged from the bathtub and swept past the place where Yali knelt before her.

Tim took a step back, but the wet Aly held his legs, making him unable to move. He glanced around, grabbed a vintage razor that Colonel Duncan usually shave, and asked again, "Master, are you okay?"
Chapter completed!