Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet (by Kay Lucas) novel Chapter 568

Chapter 568 The Real Culprit

Chapter 568 The Real Culprit

“Are you done?” Elizabeth cut him off.

Evander’s words stuck in his throat.

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Elizabeth didn’t even look at him. She turned and walked back to the pen. She opened the gate and waved inside.

“Come here.”

The golden–brown male Cluckoo Chicken lifted its head and tilted it to the side as it looked at her. Then if jumped down from the perch and waddled over on its thick legs. When it reached her, it obediently sat in front of her and looked up at her like a puppy waiting for its owner’s next command,

Elizabeth looked down at it.

“Sit.”

The Cluckoo Chicken sat down.

“Lie down.”

The Cluckoo Chicken lay down.

“Turn around.”

The Cluckoo Chicken stood up, turned in a full circle, then lay back down. It looked up at her with bright, shining eyes, while the long feathers on its tail sparkled in the sunlight.

Outside the pen, it was so quiet that everyone could hear the wind brushing across the roof.

Rafferty from the First Military stood there holding his recording terminal, his mouth hanging open.

Hudson from the Third Military was standing under the roof, and he almost dropped the delicious sponge cake in his hand.

The other observers looked at each other in disbelief. One of them even rubbed his eyes, thinking he had to be seeing things.

Wasn’t that the same crazy chicken that had nearly torn the pen apart just now?

So why was it behaving like a well–trained pet in front of Elizabeth?

Elizabeth crouched down and gently patted the golden–brown rooster on the head.

“Good job.” Then she stood up, dusted off her hands, and turned to Evander. Her tone was as casual as if she were talking about the weather. “Colonel Madsen, what were you saying? Falsified data? Don’t meet the standard? That you had solid proof?”

Evander’s face turned grim.

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He opened his mouth to argue, but the people beside him were already giving him warning looks, telling him to stop.

He gritted his teeth and tried a different approach.

“Even if it understands your commands, the riot still happened. One or two obedient chickens don’t prove the whole flock is stable. Animals with such unpredictable behavior aren’t fit for large–scale farming.”

Elizabeth looked at him, then suddenly smiled.

It was a faint smile, but somehow it made everyone uneasy.

“Colonel Madsen, what do you think caused the riot?”

His pupils shrank.

Elizabeth didn’t wait for an answer.

She turned and slowly swept her gaze across everyone there. Finally, her eyes stopped on Gunther, who was standing at the edge of the crowd.

Gunther was a captain in the Fifth Military, Evander’s second–in–command, and the field officer for this inspection team.

Since early that morning, he had been sneaking around the pens. Elizabeth had noticed him a long time

ago.

“Captain Crawford, what’s in your heard it clearly.

Gunther’s whole body went stiff.

ket?” Elizabeth asked. Her voice wasn’t loud, but every single person

He instinctively covered the pocket on his right side, and his face turned pale in an instant. “W–What do you mean? There’s nothing in my pocket.”

Elizabeth didn’t press him. She simply looked at the golden–brown Cluckoo Chicken and softly said, “Go.”

The chicken seemed to understand. It sprang to its feet, flapped its wings, and charged straight at Gunther.

Gunther cried out and stumbled backward. He slammed into the fence behind him and fell flat on his

back.

The Cluckoo Chicken landed on top of him and drove its sharp beak into the pocket on his right side.

A silver–white syringe rolled out through the ripped pocket. It flashed coldly in the sunlight, bounced a few times with a sharp clatter, and came to a stop at Evander’s feet.

Everyone’s eyes locked onto the syringe.

Elizabeth walked over, bent down, and picked it up. She held it up for a closer look.

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A faint trace of liquid still clung to the needle, almost too little to see.

Holding the syringe in her hand, she looked at Evander.

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