Chapter2

"It's time to start descending, White Eagle, turn on the ultrasonic detector."

The warship steadily entered the planet's atmosphere, and soon disappeared into a thick dark blue cloud. Helo immediately turned on the daylight searchlight, making the entire warship as bright as a small sun, enough to allow them to move forward unimpeded in this area like the vast deep sea.

He slowed down his descent and began searching for the precise location of the coordinates. It was a strange place with a unique topography, and with the light piercing through the clouds, they were able to see the scene below through the Guò screen.

The vast gray-white land of the snowy expanse, with huge cylindrical mountains rising in clusters, is a bit like the karst landscape "Devil's Town", or like a pyramid containing the artificial creations of ancient civilizations, but the closer you get to them, the more uncomfortable Helo feels, as if he was lured into an ant's nest as a child.

Those aggressive red ants almost killed him, and at this moment, the unforgettable sting pain faintly flares up on his skin.

But if there is life on this planet, wouldn't Sayaro have a better chance of surviving?

"Good fellow, it looks like a big cemetery." White Eagle smacked his tongue, "Sayaro can really ......"

"Shut your crow's mouth, or I'll throw you down right now." The pilot immediately interrupted him, whispered warning, and coldly pulled the glider. The warship rushed between the Devil's Mountains unexpectedly, slanting and precise through the narrow gaps, like a torpedo with a pre-set course.

But the White Eagle is sure that they definitely don't have such a thing as a torpedo with an orbit! His scalp tingled and he loosened the useless control wheel and clung to the backrest, his adrenaline rushing to its peak in an instant.

This guy is a madman who doesn't want to die better than him!

The warship made a buzzing roar as it swirled and flipped off, but it was a beautiful sound to Herro, and he grabbed the handle, and it seemed to grasp the beating heart together, and the moment it coincided with the moment when he was racing all the way in the take-off orbit of the "Thorn Paradise" air ship a few years ago. What if we had caught up at the time?

But where are there so many ifs?

Time is always directed towards an irreversible and unchangeable future, just as a warship can only rush forward along a trajectory.

After crossing the Devil's Mountain, a rolling desert suddenly opened up in front of you. The radar showed that the location of Sayero's warship was here. Sure enough, Helo saw the location tracker that had been released stop at the foot of a relatively low Devil's Mountain, flashing red.

His heart contracted irrepressibly, and with urgency and hesitation, he pressed the landing button.

He was in a bit of a trance when he walked out, so much so that when his feet stepped on a piece of soft sand, he still felt like he was still floating in space.

"Sir, the gravity here is actually similar to that of the earth, and even the oxygen level in the air is also!" The White Eagle jumped a few times with some excitement, and his face showed a rare childishness peculiar to a teenager of his age.

"Don't scream, there's nothing strange about that. Let's not forget, we weren't the lucky ones to come here. ”

As early as six years ago, Sayero set foot on this planet.

Helo loosened the overly tight oxygen feeder in his throat, his eyes swept over the overly excited teenager, and he wandered thoughtfully into the distance, but he had to close his eyes in a fierce gust of wind.

Surrounded by a hazy dust, Helo rubbed the corners of his red eyes, put on his goggles, and took advantage of the situation to get rid of the fleeting sadness just now, raised the tracker in his hand against the wind, shot a beacon into the sand, and walked over in a dashing manner under the admiring gaze of the young man.

The beacon missile emits a radial network of light, which pinpoints the location of the target.

Helo half-crouched down, followed the instructions to look at the bulging shape under the sand not far away, and exhaled a long breath.

He saw that the fog of his breath on the glass cover seemed to condense into a blurred image, and he smelled a smell of tobacco that was not actually zài.

"Give, birthday present. Do you like it? ”

The man asked in a low voice in the smoke.

His voice was smoky and hoarse, revealing an indescribable charm. They sat side by side on the rooftop, the soles of their feet were full of traffic and lights, and large and small aircraft shuttled between the tall buildings and the tracks in the distance, roaring like a storm and disappearing like fireworks.

"What is this?"

"Gadgets won from the casino last night. Light it up and take a sip to try. You'll see a miracle. ”

"It's beautiful, like a dream."

"No, Helo, that's the future. If you're willing to chase rather than move your lips, it's an illusion. A hand gently touched his head, still bearing the scars of the fight match.

"I will, brother. I'll catch up with you. ”

The white shadow saw the young man standing up on the sandy slope and looking up at the clouds overhead.

In most cases, he gives people a gentle and elegant feeling, more like an elite engaged in civilian work than the identity of "interstellar mercenary", but at this moment, the leather protective suit makes his slender figure very straight, and the silver hair tied up in a strand dances unruly behind his back, looking far away under the imprint of the night sky, White Eagle feels that the figure of that person is like the ninja knife with a silver sheath and black blade that he is used to all year round, seemingly soft but sharp and restrained.

He stood motionless in the fierce sand wind, as determined as he had been through a wormhole.

The cockpit door behind him made a jet sound of opening, and Helo turned his head as if he had just woken up, raised his hand to his companions who came out of it, and smiled: "Good morning, no one should be seasick, right?" ”

"I can't see that your driving skills are really good, it's not just a pretty face."

Ando, the most annoying creature of the entire hunting team, looked up at the misty night sky overhead, and walked slowly next to him, grabbing his shoulders like a gibbon, with a sven grin on his face.

"Okay, you've really succeeded. Honestly, I'm all ready to sacrifice. ”

", if you die, you'll have to be called humane." Helo sneered and slapped away his thief's claws, but he couldn't help but feel a pain in the back of his hand, and was stabbed by the "hidden weapon" in the other party's hand.

Ando injected a whole tube of unknown medicine into his veins, and his white teeth flashed: "Hey, do you know that your face is so pale that it looks like you just came out of the morgue?" ”

Helo wiped the dry wound on his forehead before he felt a little dizzy.

Indeed, after driving the warship for several days and nights in a row, he was too weak. Maybe he should take a break, but Sayero's warship was close at hand, and he couldn't wait a minute.

Seeing the rare and weak appearance of the young man tilting his head and closing his eyes, and the tendons in his neck slowly relaxed, Ando took the opportunity to wrap his arms around his waist, approached the narrow slit exposed at the tight neckline of the other party's isolation suit, and blew in: "As the only doctor in the team, I have to check the health of Lord Commander tonight......"

Helo tensed his whole body, slapped off the sticky claws on his body, sat down, and smoothed the flow of blood.

He really didn't know how he survived the operation performed by a guy like Ando.

Ando is a Japanese who originally did some shady illegal work in the underground clinic, making medicines from alien substances that the interstellar hunters brought back and couldn't sell, and selling them to buyers who needed these things on the black market, most of them were outlaws.

Certain extraterrestrial substances can have all kinds of wonderful effects on the human body, promoting muscle growth, wound healing, regeneration of severed limbs, and even intractable impotence. Of course, the side effects are also significant.

In one transaction, he finally derailed and made a billionaire a ghost, almost losing his life, so he fled Kyoto, which was in chaos due to the plague at the time, and ran to Hong Kong for refuge, stumbling into the "Thorn Paradise" by mistake, making some bizarre drugs in the casinos it operated on the surface, so as to add some exciting highlights to the nightly violent performances.

Later, when the Third World War broke out, Ando participated in the war, and with this black technology, he was favored by the high-level of the "Thorn Paradise" in the war, and began to participate in the interstellar arms and drug smuggling business, and formed a lifelong friendship with Sayero.

So since the disappearance of Sayero, Ando has been haunted by him, in the name of taking care of his brother's family, I don't know what his idea is, he actually helped him pay his tuition until he graduated, and introduced him to the "Thorn Paradise".

This guy is like a Nazi medic, a madman who likes to do real research and develop all kinds of novel potions, if he hadn't stopped him, I'm afraid everyone in the team would have become his guinea pigs.

For example, the tube of nutrient solution just now...... Who knows what stuff he's injected?

Helo touched the pinhole on his wrist, and wondered if it was a psychological effect, and felt the speed of blood flow increase.

"Hey, boy, aren't you dead yet?" A cold female voice sounded beside him.

The owner of the voice, a sexy and tall woman with short hair, sat down next to him and handed over a wet wipe.

"It feels great."

He took it and hastily wiped the blood from his face.

Nightingale and White Eagle are siblings, and before they joined the "Thorn Paradise", they were already in the top 10 hired killers in Southeast Asia. As a wanted felon by the International Police Department, "Thorn Paradise" provides them with the perfect □□, after all, there is no more convenient option to get away with it than becoming an interstellar mercenary.

As for the other person, who is also motivated by the motive of "concealment" -

Heloh looked at the red-haired man who had finally stepped out of the hibernation pod and looked at him, the lone wolf.

The man always had a wolf-like sense of danger, and was mostly reticent, rarely communicating with the rest of the group unless necessary. The background of the lone wolf is very mysterious, and so far he has not been able to find out much about the origin of the lone wolf, only that he is the right-hand man of the top management of the "Thorn Paradise".

This is somewhat unbelievable for a man of his background as a hacker, but at least, aside from the disadvantage of being too mysterious, Lone Wolf is indeed an excellent hunter, a quality teammate who will never hold back.

The infrared survey device on the goggles that Helo adjusted was at that moment, and at that moment, it seemed that a shadow suddenly swept through the darkness in the distance, and disappeared in an instant.

Is it a hallucination?

He looked intently and saw that the nightingale was also looking at that angle. In that direction was the depths of the Devil's Mountains, which were eerie and filled with a thick fog. He didn't want to set foot in that place unless he had to.

"You saw that too?" Nightingale turned on the searchlight and moved the mechanical arm, "Maybe that's an alien species." ”

"Don't forget, we're not here to hunt." Helo retracted the probe, grabbed the small round ball that was constantly vibrating, and curled the corner of his lips with a little nonchalant, "Don't forget that I'm the captain of this warship. ”

This expression, which was often seen on Sayra's face, pierced the corners of the woman's eyes slightly.

The boy looked more and more like the guy, she thought to herself, and the man seemed to be tilting his head, lighting a cigarette, smiling and giving her orders without giving her an unoblivious look.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her staring at her without blinking, Helo turned on the searchlight built into the mechanical bracer on her arm and shook it in front of the other party's eyes.

Nightingale was a high-ranking mercenary with great mobility, and Helo knew that if she allowed it, the woman would immediately chase after it, like a cheetah, after something hidden in the shadows until it was caught or killed. Fortunately, now it is he who has the final say on this warship, and although the Nightingale does not obey him, he must obey the orders of their superiors.

- Searching for the base ship of Thorn Paradise on this planet that has been abandoned for many years, finding out the cause of the crash, and bringing back a piece of information and survivors, even if they have been turned into corpses.

Especially Sayaro, who is a core member.

"I know, we're here to collect the corpses, little captain." The woman raised the corners of her slender eyes in disappointment, her purple-colored lips were delicate, and she added with a poisonous tongue, "I hope you don't find him." ”

As if a fragile nerve had been shaved by a thin razor, the young man raised his eyelids, his bloodless lips pursed into a line, glared at her like a torch, and walked in the direction of the warship without looking back.

The mechanic assigned to the warship, the android Ard, quickly cleared the sand covering the top of the hull, and the top of the warship's arch was exposed, and the cracked circular observation window revealed the deep and dark space inside, like an ancient well that had been sealed for many years, and like the eyes of an ancient beast, quietly watching them.

"Helo ......"

In a trance, there seemed to be a familiar call floating from the depths.

The blood rushed to the top of the skull, and the young man approaching the spaceship stood still, holding back so that he did not rush in immediately. It's just the sound of the wind, calm down, he admonished himself like this, and shook his head vigorously. Listening to the sound again, it was really gone, and all that came around was the whirring wind and the movement of the other people in the team.

"Hey, sir, are you alright?" The White Eagle crouched at the entrance, looking up at him.

Helo adjusted the searchlight and shone it around. The cold reflection illuminated his pale face, and his beautiful light blue eyes were astonishingly bright with some intense longing.

He crouched down and jumped in.