It didn't matter if he took a look, but Jack Ma was scared to death.
Things that were originally dimly illuminated by the flashlight became much more obvious upon closer inspection: very few bodies in this cabin were intact, either with limbs missing or severed at the joints.
He timidly stepped over a female corpse. Her shaved body had frozen on the ground. When Jack walked around, her sideways face seemed to reveal a cold smile.
The cold eroded the smell, but Jackma could now tell what Dimo was talking about.
Spice, indeed.
He crept closer to the closed storage bulkhead, praying that the wheel lock wouldn't scream when he turned it.
Jack Ma pressed his hand against the frozen metal and twisted it.
This time, luck was on his side - it suddenly swayed and turned away with gentle kindness.
Jackma took a deep breath, opened the bulkhead, and walked into the storage room.
The place seems to have not been looted yet, with shelves full of boxed dried food packages and boxes of synthetic meat products, each container bearing the logo of its respective place of origin.
"Oops!!"
Suddenly, a scream ripped through the silence.
Jack Ma froze on the spot, his brain frozen by the scream.
Then, the scream sounded again, and he heard clearly that it was Dimo's voice.
The sound was wet and disgusting.
Jack started running before his mind could turn around, his boots slapping against the cold floor.
Then he saw a killer dragging Dimo and Michelle into the cafeteria.
The throne is up there, that thing is huge, and the dull armor is surrounded by blood, like an ink stain splashed in the blood.
The Dimo in its hands has turned into a dead body. The dark fist is holding the throat that should not have been bent so far back. The dead man is still holding a dagger in his hand, as if he had tried to resist, while Michelle is still
Kicking and screaming, a handful of his hair was grabbed by the killer.
Jack Ma directly threw the flashlight from his sweaty hand, and it hit the killer's shoulder guard with a bang, spinning away from the red lightning symbol without leaving a single dent.
This time, he realized the true identity of the attacker. With such a huge and superhuman size, there was only one possibility——
Astartes!
This weak resistance made the killer turn around and briefly shouted a few words through the helmet's speaker.
"Very brave."
The killer threw Dimo's body aside indifferently, next to a headless corpse.
Michelle was still struggling in the monster's hands, kicking his heels on the cold floor in an attempt to find a fulcrum, and his numb hands grasped in vain the fists stuck in his long greasy hair.
At this time, Jack stopped because he had seen another figure outside the gate.
He was sore from the cold, exhausted, and tired of living like a mouse. Only desperate fear could free him from the pain caused by hunger and cold.
Not to mention, standing in a cabin full of corpses facing the Astartes, his escape was pointless, because he had heard so many stories about these superhumans that he didn't think he had any chance.
Could death be worse than living like this?
"who are you?"
He expressed the thought that had been lingering in his mind for a long time, but
The killer didn't stop, a hand covered in frost tightly wrapped around Jack Ma's throat.
The oppression was more terrifying than the cold. He felt his spine creaking and the veins in his throat squeezing together, like a bunch of grapes stuck in his neck, blocking all breath.
The Silent Killer held him high, and red dark light radiated from the skull eye sockets of the visor.
"Is that a problem?"
The killer tilted his head and looked at him with scarlet eyes.
"Is it important to a dead man?"
The killer loosened his throat, allowing him to speak and take a few precious breaths.
Every exertion of Jack's lungs sucked the foul-smelling air into his body, and the cold made his whole body burn.
"Why?"
He forced the words through his saliva-moistened teeth, and the killer sneered from the skull helmet.
"Why? Don't you think it's ridiculous to ask this question? You are a bunch of silverfish, a bunch of thieves. Look at me, you know what I am. Look back at what you did in the past and see what held you there.
In our hands, we... are punishment!"
Jake felt the urine flow down his legs and stick to his skin hot.
All that was left in his mind was a bunch of myths and legends.
"I-I didn't do anything!"
He hung and hissed.
"I'm just a part-time worker! I just work sixteen hours a day to earn my salary from Weibo! Is it a sin to live like this?"
The roar of the Jak's horse turned into hoarfrost on the Astartes' armor.
"There are...no innocents here, and there are no innocents in the galaxy."
The Astartes' fists clenched again, but then unclenched.
"But I am willing to give you a chance. You owe me a life. Mortal, I will give you a choice. Serve for the Astral Knights for the rest of your life, or die screaming."
"Sablin, you have crossed the line. This is our hunting ground."
Suddenly, a frivolous and mocking voice sounded.
Jack Ma only felt his whole body sway, and then fell to the ground. Falling with him was Michelle, who had half his life left.
A group of Astartes rushed in, some stood behind the man who grabbed Jack's horse, and some blocked the door.
"Li Lin, your hunting is just to tear into pieces all the living creatures you see. The mission assigned to us by the company commander is not just to kill people."
"Shut up, this is a matter for our fourth team."
Before he could finish his words, Sablin had already rushed forward like an arrow in the shadow. Before anyone could react, he rushed directly in front of the warrior named Li Lin.
Li Lin instinctively stretched out his fist, but his wrist was instantly grasped by the opponent, and then a leg swept across his lower body, and he was knocked to the ground.
Everyone raised their guns in an instant, but no one dared to fire first.
"your business!?"
Sabourin pressed the opponent to the ground and roared with uncontrollable anger:
"Look at all the stupid things you've done! What's the point of slaughtering these people?"
The soldier who was pinned to the ground struggled hard and roared:
"They are all criminals! They are scum! There is no value in living! Put away your hypocritical justice and mercy, Sablin!"
"I don't care what they are! The company commander asked us to capture them alive as much as possible, but you let your anger and killing control your body. I don't care if your father is an unlucky prison guard who was killed by prisoners or something! But if you are in the future
Still like this, you know what the brothers from other companies will think of it
Us!? We are not those traitors in the Eye of Terror! Killing is only a means for us to carry out the Emperor's will, not an end!"
After saying that, he threw the opponent heavily to the ground, then let go of his hand and took two steps back.
Li Lin immediately jumped up and reached for the sword at his waist.
"So, how are you going to deal with this?"
Sablin sneered, predicting that Li Lin would not dare to fight him. Firstly, the company commander had already said in advance that anyone who dared to attack his compatriots would be directly executed. Secondly, Li Lin had never defeated Sablin in a duel.
.
Or to put it another way, Sabourin never lost.
Sure enough, Li Lin stared at Sablin through his scarlet eyes, and after about ten seconds, he roared:
"Get out of our hunting grounds!"
"Come on, this is just a slaughterhouse, there is no prey for you."
Sablin carried the two living people and walked out. When he passed by Li Lin, he suddenly turned around and smiled:
"The time has come, it's time to close the team."
Then he ignored the other party's roar and the sound of smashing the wall, and walked towards the landing point with his loot.
Ten minutes later, Jackma, who had kept his eyes closed, felt himself being thrown to the ground. When he opened his eyes, he saw many "familiar people".
"Huh? Ellen? You're not dead?"
"You seem to be expecting me to die."
"That is... Mido, who repairs the water pipes. He is also alive."
Looking around, the huge space that was originally the flight deck was filled with people, but everyone looked panicked. Several tall figures holding bolt guns were standing on high alert.
Suddenly, a deep roar attracted everyone's attention.
When they turned around to look, they saw a Thunderhawk slowly landing on the high platform on the apron on the side of the flight deck.