It doesn't matter if you take a look, but it scares Jack Horse very much.
Things that were originally shining with the light of the flashlight were much more obvious when viewed from close up: few corpses in this cabin were intact, either lost their limbs or cut off from joints.
He timidly stepped over a female corpse, her digging body had already frozen on the ground, and as Jack Horse walked around, her side-to-side face seemed to have a cold smile.
The cold eroded the smell, but Jackma could see now what Dimo was talking about.
Spice, indeed.
He quietly approached the tightly closed storage bulkhead, praying that the wheel lock would not scream when he turned it.
Jackma held the frozen metal with his hands and twisted it.
This time, luck stood on his side—it suddenly shaked, turning away with soft kindness.
Jackma took a deep breath, pulled open the bulkhead, and walked into the storage.
It seems that it has not been robbed here, with full shelves of boxed dry food bags and boxes of synthetic meat, each container is marked with the logo of its own place of origin.
"Oops!!"
Suddenly, a scream of silence torn apart.
Jackma was stunned in place, his brain was frozen by the screams.
Then, the scream rang out again, and he heard it clearly, it was Dimo's voice.
The sound was wet and disgusting.
Jackma started running before his brain turned around, his boots slapped the cold floor.
Then he saw a killer dragging Dimo and Michel into the cafeteria.
The throne was above, and the thing was very big, and the dull armor was surrounded by blood, like a stain of ink splashed in blood.
The Demo in its hand had become a dead body, and the dark fist strangled the throat that should not have been folded so deeply, while the dead man still had a dagger in his hand, as if he had tried to resist, while Michel was still kicking and screaming, but his hair was grabbed in his hand by the killer.
Jackma threw the flashlight directly from Sang Jinjin's hand. It slammed on the killer's shoulder pad, spinning away from the red lightning sign, leaving no dent.
This time, he realized the true identity of the attacker, and such a huge and superhuman body size, there was only one possibility-
Astat!
This faint resistance made the killer turn around and yell briefly through the speakers of the helmet.
"It's very brave."
The killer threw Dimo's body aside indifferently and was close to a headless corpse.
Michelle was still struggling in the monster's hands, kicking his heels on the cold floor to find the fulcrum, and his numb hands grabbed the fist that was pierced into his greasy long hair in vain.
At this time, Jackma stopped because he had seen another figure outside the gate.
He was sore and exhausted by the cold that he was all over his body, and was tired of living like a mouse. Only the fear of despair could help him get rid of the pain caused by hunger and cold.
Not to mention, standing in a cabin full of corpses to Astart, his escape was meaningless because he had heard of many of these superhuman deeds and he did not think he had any chance.
Is death more likely to be more alive than living like this?
"Who are you?"
He spoke the thoughts that lingered in his mind for a long time, but
The killer did not stop, and a frost-covered hand surrounded Jack Horse's throat.
Compression was more terrifying than cold. He felt his spine creaking, and the tendons and veins in his throat were squeezed together like a bunch of grapes stuck in his neck, blocking all the breath.
The silent killer held him high, and the dark red light radiated from the skull sockets of the face armor.
“Is that a problem?”
The killer tilted his head and looked at him with scarlet eyes.
“Is it important to a dead person?”
The killer loosened his throat, allowing him to make a sound and breathe precious few breaths.
Jack Horse's lungs sucked the foul air into his body with every force, and the cold burned his whole body.
"Why?"
He forced his words through his teeth moistened by saliva, and the killer sneered from his skull-face helmet.
"Why? Don't you find this ridiculous? You are a bunch of stillers, a group of thieves, looking at me, you know what I am, looking back at the past, and then seeing what holds you in your hands, we... is punishment!"
Jackma felt the urine flowing down his legs and pressing it onto his skin hotly.
All he had in his mind was a bunch of myths and legends.
"I, I did nothing!"
He screamed in swaying.
"I'm just a job! I just earned my Weibo salary with sixteen hours a day! Is it a sin to live like this!"
Jack Horse's roar turned into white frost on Astarte's armor.
"Here... there are no innocents, the Galaxy, and there are no innocents."
Astart's fist clenched again, but then loosened again.
"But I'm willing to give you a chance, you owe me a life, mortals, I'll give you a choice to serve the Astral Knight for life, or die with a scream."
"Sablin, you have crossed the boundary. This is our hunting ground."
Suddenly, a frivolous and mocking voice sounded.
Jackma only felt his whole body swaying, and then fell to the ground. Michelle, who had half his life left, fell down with him.
A group of Astartes rushed in, partly standing behind the man who grabbed Jackma, partly blocking the gate.
"Li Lin, your hunting is just tore up all the living things you see. The company commander's task to us is not just killing people."
"Shut up, this is our fourth team."
Before the words were finished, Sabrin rushed up like an arrow in the shadow. Before everyone could react, he rushed directly to the warrior called Li Lin.
Li Lin instinctively stretched out his fist, but his wrist was instantly held by the other party, and then he swept his lower body with one leg, and his whole body was overturned to the ground.
Everyone raised their guns in an instant, but no one dared to fire first.
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Sabrin pressed the other party to the ground and growled in anger that could not be suppressed:
"Look at these stupid things you did! What's the point of slaughtering these people?"
The soldier who was pressed to the ground struggled hard and shouted:
"They are all criminals! They are scumbags! There is no value to live! Put away your hypocritical justice and mercy, Sabrin!"
"I don't care what they are! The company commander asked us to try our best to catch them, but you let the anger and killing control your body. I don't care whether your father is a bad prison guard killed by a prisoner or something! But if you continue to do this in the future, you know what the brothers in other companies will think of it.
Are we?? We are not those traitors in the Eye of Fear! Killing is just a means to execute the Emperor's will, not an end!"
After saying that, he threw the other party heavily on the ground, then let go of his hand and took two steps back.
Li Lin immediately jumped up and reached his hand to the sword at his waist.
"So, what are you going to do with this?"
Sabrin sneered, and expected that Li Lin would not dare to fight him. First, the company commander had already said in advance that anyone dared to execute his compatriots directly. In addition, Li Lin never beat Sabrin in a one-on-one fight.
Or to put it another way, Sabrin has never lost.
Sure enough, Li Lin stared at Sabrin through his scarlet eyes. After about ten seconds, he roared:
"Get out of our hunting ground!"
"Come on, this is only a slaughterhouse, no prey for you."
Sabrin walked out with two living people. When he passed by Li Lin, he suddenly turned around and smiled:
"It's time to end the team."
Then he ignored the other party's roar and the sound of smashing the wall, and took his spoils to the landing site.
More than ten minutes later, Jack Ma, who had been closing his eyes, felt like he was thrown to the ground. When he opened his eyes, he saw many "acquaintances".
"Hmm? Ailang? You're not dead?"
"You seem to be hoping for my death."
"That's... Mido, who repaired the water pipes, he is alive."
Looking around, the huge space on the flight deck was originally full of people, but everyone looked full of panic, and several tall figures holding explosive guns were standing on a high place to guard.
Suddenly, a low roar attracted everyone's attention.
When they turned their heads and looked, they saw a thunder eagle slowly landing on the apron platform on the side of the flight deck.