Alisa didn't get confused for a long time this time, only half an hour later, when she woke up slowly from the hospital bed.

"You don't have to force yourself! Really."

The old man wearing glasses did not leave, his hands were in his pockets, looking at her.

"Doctor? Why are you here!"

Alisha was about to say something, but suddenly she was stunned, with an incredible look on her face.

Dr. Rolling Gottlieb was clearly still in the country, so why did he suddenly come here?

The old man wearing glasses did not answer Alisa's question, but said to himself: "You must be hungry just now, right?"

Alisa hesitated for a moment and said honestly: "Uh! ~ Yes!"

Behind the power of the "Apostle" warrior, accompanied by eternal hunger, he was destined to eat more than ten times that of ordinary people. He had to keep eating a lot of food to maintain huge consumption.

The law of conservation of energy is perfectly reflected in these warriors.

"I cooked you a little spaghetti."

Dr. Rolling Gottlieb waved and a burly security guard brought a large plate of noodles.

The nurse who had been caring for Alisa before shook the handle at the end of the hospital bed and slowly raised the bed board behind her to become the backrest sitting on the bed, allowing easy access to the food on the movable hospital bed table.

Cooking pasta actually has no technical content.

Boil the pot with boiling water on high heat, pour the noodles, set the table and time the medium heat for twenty minutes, then use the power fence to pick it up, and walk it and cool it down, which is the result.

If it doesn't matter if it tastes light, it's okay to eat it directly.

You can mix in the ingredients you want to make the taste richer.

In essence, there is actually no difference from Northeast cool noodles.

The large plate of pasta for at least five servings in front of Alisa has been mixed with salad, chicken breast, meatballs, black pepper sauce and truffle, and is emitting an attractive food smell, which makes her stomach whine for a long time.

Just as she was about to pick up the fork, Dr. Rolling Gottlieb suddenly said, "Do you want to add some more seasoning?"

Take out something and place it next to a plate containing pasta.

"Thanks……"

When Alisa saw the bottle of so-called "seasoning", her hand that reached fork suddenly stood there, her fingertips were still two inches away from the fork, but she did not move forward a millimeter.

There are only a few condiments for pasta, such as salt, black pepper, olive oil, cheese, etc. Add them according to personal preferences, and it is okay not to add them, but some people always like a certain taste to be more serious.

However, the bottle placed in front of Alisa's eyes was clearly one of the mission items she brought back yesterday.

"Is it strange? I don't know if you like spicy food or not, I really like it."

Dr. Rolling Gottlieb picked up the good-quality jade bottle again, unscrewed the stopper, and poured a bright red oil into the pasta.

A strange fragrance spread inside the ward.

The nurse standing aside couldn't help swallowing, obviously also a spicy lover.

"This...is not what I drank that day."

Alyssa's face looked ugly. It was the smell of chili oil. It was completely incompatible with the scent of the scent that she smelled at the beginning. It was completely different from the things that went against each other.

"Rich in vitamin C, capsaicin and other substances, it helps blood circulation, enhances blood vessel elasticity, reduces the possibility of vascular sclerosis, and prevents cardiovascular diseases..."

Every time a functional word popped out of the doctor's mouth, Alisa's face became even more ugly.

After paying such a big price, I only brought back such a thing?

At this moment, she even wanted to die.

If I had known this would be the result, it would have been better to fight with the mercenaries like Blunt and the others.

"At least it's a little useful. A good seasoning is much better than Lao Ganma."

Dr. Rolling Gottlieb poured a little bit of red liquid with solid mixture on the pasta, moved the mouth of the bottle to the bottom of his nose and smelled it, raised his eyebrows, closed it again, and put it back into his suit pocket, as if he had a good thing.

"Sorry, Doctor, it's all my fault!"

Alisa did not shirk responsibility. She was very depressed and blamed herself.

"No, it doesn't matter, it's all over. Try it. The pasta with Chinese oil-splashed chili is actually quite good."

Dr. Rolling Gotlieb had no intention of accusing Alisa at all, and continued to recommend pasta that he had added to himself.

"Doctor, what exactly happened?"

However, Alisa sensed a trace of unusual meaning from the always strict doctoral words and tone.

"It's nothing. From ten hours ago, we already belonged to Michael's Defense Contractor. Well, the entire 'Apostle' program was packaged and sold to private defense contractors. You don't have to worry or pressure, everything will remain unchanged, and there may be a salary increase."

Dr. Rolling Gottlieb said it very easily. Even if everyone's contract was transferred, he still had no intention of worrying, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter.

“The ‘Apostle’ plan was sold?”

Alisa did not come back from the time she had eaten public food, but after waking up, she became an employee of a private company.

"Yes, Blunt and their performance made the big men lose confidence in the Apostle's plan and were unwilling to continue investing money, so they simply transferred it to the private contractor."

Dr. Rolling Gotlieb didn't mind that eating public and private food was no different for a technical backbone like him, and the laboratories, scientific researchers and funds would not be less than him.

The entire mission did not deviate from Dr. Rolling Gottlieb's sight.

There was more than one drone located above the clouds, and there was another stealth drone that never participated in the battle. Instead, they kept silently observing in secret, and even lowered to the bottom of the clouds for a while, and activated optical lenses to observe the battle between Alisha and her team and the mercenaries.

The brainless suicide charge of Blunt and others suffered a significant blow to the hard work and hard work of the "Apostle" plan. The personnel losses were only a small part of them, and the related impacts caused an unpredictable series of variables that even Dr. Rolling Gottlieb could not stop.

Even the most rich American empress in the world today cannot withstand such a prodigal fortune. The big guys who originally supported this plan almost vomited blood in one mouthful of blood. How can they not afford it!

"Doctor, we disappoint you, it's all my fault for not restraining Blunt and the others."

Alyssa was almost crying. They still messed up the matter and actually made the "Apostle" plan resell. What is the difference between being thrown into the eighteenth level of hell?

Even the government is not optimistic about this project. What hope does it have? It will be a matter of time before it is eliminated.

It is probably equivalent to the big bosses of China Literature and Creation who were still criticizing half an hour ago. The next second I received the news that Shanda sold China Literature to Tencent. Both sides were confused-
Chapter completed!