Chapter 1229
New Commander Cui Ming: I've hired three super-skilled caretakers to protect the s
At NERV headquarters, following the previous disturbances and Sextant's brutal beating and hospitalization, a tense and oppressive atmosphere prevailed. Just then, NERV welcomed a new, temporary commander.
Cui Ming.
After all, Choi Myung had just beaten that idiot Rokubun Gigendo half to death and sent him straight to the hospital. Now NERV is leaderless, and no one dares to take over this mess, nor is anyone qualified to do so—after all, no one wants to offend Choi Myung, this devil.
As soon as Choi Myung-il entered NERV's command center, the previously noisy room fell silent. Everyone instinctively stood up, heads bowed, barely daring to breathe, their eyes filled with fear. He walked to the commander's seat, sat down steadily, and without any formalities, said directly, "Alright, I don't plan to say much more. Everyone knows me; I'm the temporary commander. After your Sextant Commander is discharged from the hospital, he will continue to stay there."
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In the command center, the NERV staff were collectively silent, their expressions incredibly varied, each inwardly cursing: "You're really not even putting on an act. Doesn't that mean that even if Sextant is discharged, you'll just beat him back in and he'll never have a chance to come back and take control?"
Despite the complaints, no one dared to voice them, and they didn't even have the courage to look up at Cui Ming.
but
After a moment of silence, one of the slightly bolder staff members cautiously raised his head and asked in a trembling voice, "Um, will Commander Choi Myung and Commander Sextant die? We're just a little worried about whether the subsequent work will be affected."
"Don't worry, not for now."
Cui Ming smiled, his tone relaxed and even somewhat amiable, and said with a smile, "I asked my friend to take care of him. I'm a kind-hearted person, how could I let him die so easily?"
Cui Ming's smile was very kind, with his eyebrows and eyes curving, and he seemed to have no malice at all. However, everyone in the command room who saw this smile couldn't help but shiver, their whole bodies turned cold, and they even became more careful with their breathing.
They knew all too well what Choi Myung's "kindness" meant!
Cui Ming sent Spike, along with his good friends Tom and Jerry, to the hospital to look after Sextant!
Everyone knows that Spike, Tom, and Jerry are a constant source of trouble when they're together. Tom and Jerry are always chasing and fighting, and Spike always protects Jerry, often beating Tom up. When these three go to take care of Sextant, it's not care; it's torture! Even if Sextant doesn't die, he'll probably be driven completely insane by these three, and his discharge from the hospital will be a long way off.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Rokubun Gigendo was still lying in bed, his body wrapped in bandages. Even the slightest movement made him wince in pain. He had just escaped death from the operating table and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when he was terrified by the scene before him.
"Don't come any closer!!!"
Sextant's eyes widened, filled with extreme fear. He screamed with all his might, his voice hoarse and broken, not even caring about the pain of his reopened wounds—he stared intently at the electric fly swatters held by Tom, Jerry, and Spike. The crackling sound of the current was like a death knell, making him tremble all over and let out a desperate scream.
The fly swatter was shiny all over, with electric current jumping on its surface. It looked like a dangerous thing. Let alone swatting flies, even if it hit a person, they would probably be shocked and convulse. Moreover, he was covered in injuries and couldn't withstand any more torture.
Meanwhile, Tom, Jerry, and Spike, the three of them huddled together, their eyes full of "seriousness," and together raised their electrified fly swatters, slamming them down hard on the sextant on the hospital bed! "Smack! Smack! Smack!"
The electrified fly swatter landed on Sextant, instantly producing a crackling sound of electricity. Accompanied by Sextant's even more piercing screams, the ward erupted into chaos. Tom swatted at Sextant while meowing triumphantly, while Jerry, perched on Spike's back, joined in the fun, occasionally swatting Sextant with a small fly swatter.
Spike flicked his tail, looked innocently at Sextant who was rolling around in pain (though he could only wriggle on the bed), as if he had done something incredibly good. He thought to himself: We were just being very kind and helping him swat flies!
After all, there were indeed a few flies buzzing around in the ward. They were just doing their duty by cleaning up the flies for the "poor" patient so he could recover in peace. Why were they so terrified? Spike looked puzzled, but he showed no mercy, wielding the fly swatter and hitting Sextant again and again until Sextant was crying out for mercy and barely had the strength to beg for mercy.
Hearing the screams from inside the ward, the nurses outside were too frightened to go in. They could only stand far away at the door, muttering to themselves: "These 'caregivers' that Mr. Cui hired are too scary. They're not caregivers; they're clearly here to torture people!"
In the ward, the buzzing of the electric fly swatter gradually stopped. Rokubun Gigendo had already fainted from the pain, his eyes rolled back, and his bandages were soaked with sweat. There was still drool and blood on the corner of his mouth, and he looked extremely miserable.
Spike put down the electrified fly swatter, glanced down at Sextant lying unconscious on the hospital bed, frowned, and said to Tom and Jerry beside him with a hint of impatience and smugness, "Alright, this idiot has passed out. Finally, we don't have to listen to his wailing anymore."
Tom put away his fly swatter, scratched his head with his paw, glanced at the lifeless sextant, and curled his lip in disgust, his tone full of loathing: "Well, to be honest, I really hate this guy. He barks even worse than when I get beaten by my master."
“Yes, my master hates him too, so… let’s continue.” Spike wagged his tail, a “serious” glint in his eyes, and said with certainty, showing no intention of stopping—after all, the “care” task assigned by his master couldn’t just end like that.
Jerry squatted on the bedside table next to him, nodded vigorously, and slapped the little fly swatter in his hand with his little paws. His eyes were full of agreement, as if to say, "That's right, that's right, keep dealing with him." Obviously, he had also had a lot of fun torturing Sextant earlier.
Tom paused for a moment, scratched his face, and asked, somewhat confused, "So, what do we do next? He's passed out, how are we supposed to 'help' him swat flies?"
Spike scratched his head, a look of confusion on his face, shook his head, and said in a sincere tone, "It's up to you guys. I don't know anything about this thing, and I can't think of any other way."
Actually, it only had one thought in its mind, which was to torture Sextant and make him suffer. It would only try to break Sextant's legs or shock him with a fly swatter. As for other tricks, it really couldn't think of any, so it could only leave the decision to Tom and Jerry, those two guys with lots of clever ideas.
Tom's eyes lit up, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He leaned close to Jerry and whispered a few words. Jerry's eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded vigorously. The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a wicked plan in each other's eyes—it seemed even the unconscious Sextant couldn't escape its fate of being tortured. (End of Chapter)