Chapter 774 The sad story of the black who is close to the ink
"Your name."
"Lord, don't laugh. Dington."
Steve had a strange look on his face and looked Mu Su up and down: "Lord Grim... you can actually kill a hundred of my companions?"
It was obvious that his sneak attack skills were so bad that Steve confirmed twice that this was the "cold-blooded killer" who killed many of his companions.
"Strictly speaking, it's one hundred and twenty-one and a half." A coldness appeared in the corner of Mu Su's mouth, and he raised his eyes to look at Steve: "And you will be the one hundred and twenty-second person who will be buried by me, Lord Grim Ding.
The one who has the hand of Dayton.”
Steve felt inexplicably cold and felt that something was wrong: "Am I half?"
"Half? What half?"
"You just said one hundred and twenty-one and a half, and then you said I was one hundred and twenty-two."
"Oh sorry about doing it again."
"Strictly speaking, it's one hundred and twenty-one and a half." A coldness appeared in the corner of Mu Su's mouth, and he raised his eyes to stare at Steve: "And you will be the one hundred and twenty-second and a half who will be buried by me, Lord Grim.
Men of Tinton's Hand."
Steve hesitated to speak.
The impression this man made on him was indescribable and indescribable.
The first thing Steve has to admit is that most of the people who chose to be pirates in the interstellar era were mentally disturbed guys.
Especially the pirate group that never gives up.
Pirates may be physically strong and intelligent, but they may have some mental problems.
For example, a certain person has a cognitive problem and thinks he is a mushroom pirate.
For example, a schizophrenic patient has thirty personalities and is a pirate who fights with himself every day.
For example, there is a pirate who has persecution delusions and mysteriously tells his companions that mankind is blocked by the Iron Curtain and that the entire galaxy is hostile to mankind.
As a normal person with a normal mind, no disease, and an excellent rectal test, Steve struggled to survive among the pirates and tried hard not to be assimilated by them.
But now, the guy who knocked on the door was more unreasonable than all his companions.
But no matter what——
Steve took a deep breath. The boss in the communicator had confirmed that he had not arrested the wrong person, so...bring this strange guy to the boss and it would have nothing to do with him.
No... just in case...
Di——
"Steve calls the captain, I feel a little uncomfortable. Please hand over the intruder to me in the C2 channel. I need to go to the toilet immediately."
"Hahahahahahaha you idiot, I really don't know how you did it. In this case, the credit belongs to us. By the way, do you need toilet paper? Hahahaha——"
A sound of ridicule came from the communicator.
Steve exhaled, feeling a little relieved.
As for the credit being taken away...hehe, the boss already knew that he could catch him himself.
He looked down at the intruder.
"A very smart choice, but do you think you can run away?" Mu Su sneered. He was looking for the feeling of sage mode and felt that he was about to feel like that: "You know what is the most beautiful thing in the starry sky?
Is it? It’s the fire from the explosion of the spaceship.”
Steve slapped his palm and realized what he had overlooked: "You reminded me."
In any case, the intruder in front of him has killed hundreds of companions in a few minutes. Any carelessness towards him may lead to death, so...
Click——
Steve loaded the gun and aimed at Mu Su's arm: "Break your hands and feet. No matter how powerful you are, you won't be able to resist."
A trace of ridicule appeared on Mu Su's lips: "If you are confident that you can hit me, then go ahead."
This guy...
Steve narrowed his eyes, paused briefly, and suddenly pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The lagging gunpowder weapon opened its mouth, and bullets spurted out along with gunpowder smoke. At the same time, Mu Su's body suddenly jumped forward!
puff--
There was a muffled sound.
Bang——
Falling to the ground with a sound.
The bullet originally shot at the arm penetrated into Mu Su's head, and his lifeless body fell to the ground.
Gurgling gurgling——
Brain fluid mixed with blood flowed from his forehead.
"..."
Steve was stunned, looking at the gun in his hand in disbelief.
The boss asked not to let the intruder die and cause trouble himself...?
Steve was still stunned. Suddenly, the intruder who was lying on the ground and was supposed to be dead jumped up on the spot. He reached out to grab Steve's pistol, which was caught off guard, and quickly retreated to distance himself.
Annoyance flashed in Steve's eyes, because he had been distracted earlier and because the distance had been shortened. He looked at Mu Su not far away, holding a gun and sneering, his body shaking: "So this is what you rely on..."
He couldn't understand how Mu Su did it: "Although I don't know what technology you used, but... I have long been wary of all possible things that may happen."
Steve raised the corners of his lips and pointed at the gun in Mu Su's hand: "Do you think there are bullets in it?"
Mu Su, who was trembling with his arms folded across his chest, paused, looked at Steve suspiciously, quickly unloaded the magazine and quickly stuffed it back in, raising his head and staring at Steve.
Steve opened his palms and stood still without moving.
The hasty glance just now allowed Mu Su to see that there were indeed no bullets in the magazine.
Steve, who was not far away, smiled: "It was just to prevent an accident. I guessed it right. After all, you killed me..."
After a slight pause, Steve said: "One hundred and twenty-one and a half companions."
"Now it's one hundred and twenty-two and a half." Mu Su slowly touched the magazine in his pocket: "I predicted your prediction, so I prepared it in my pocket... Where is my magazine?
"
Mu Su fumbled around in his empty pocket.
"You mean this?"
Steve shook the magazine in his hand. Mu Su looked at it in shock and said, "I found it when I tied you up. There is no reason for me to keep it on you."
Mu Su was shocked from morning to night: "Is all this what you expected?"
"Just in case." Steve replied, suddenly tilting his head slightly to look at the figures emerging from the corners deep in the passage, and smiled: "My companions are here, do you want to continue to resist?"
Mu Su stared at Steve for a long time, a coldness appeared on his lips, raised the gun high, then released it, and proudly said: "I surrender."
As the captain arrived, Steve retreated to a distance, silently watching them restrain Musu as if everything had nothing to do with him.
"Thanks Steve, if you need toilet paper, let me know." The captain said with a hint of mockery in his tone, and he and his men left with Mu Su.
Steve looked calm as he watched their retreating figures.
Mu Su, who had his hands tied, approached the captain and muttered: "Does this guy have a mental problem...persecution delusion or mental illness or something."
"He is just a weirdo. He is withdrawn and selfish. This is a conspiracy theory. He feels that everyone wants to harm him..."
The captain's reply came on the wind.
Steve was stunned for a long time. He slowly lowered his head and looked at his palm.
It turns out that I, who consider myself a normal person, have already...