Although he had been milked so much, his life could be saved at any time, but the task still had to be completed, and Ron carefully controlled the landing ship to absorb the surface of the wreckage of the transport ship. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But in line with the metaphysical fear that this mission may have unknown dangers, Ron did not board the ship directly, but chose to take the lead in the first wave.

"The shipboard probe scanned the wreckage for heat, electromagnetic, or abnormal radiation reactions." Ron didn't expect any special discoveries from the limited-power probes on the landing ship, but anyway, something is better than nothing, and he was comforted.

"Scanning... No anomalies."

"Impossible," Ron frowned in disbelief, "activate the Fly Scout Robot, I'm going to see what follows with my own eyes." Following Ron's command, dozens of large fly-like miniature reconnaissance vehicles popped up on both sides of the transport ship, and under the control of the landing ship's main control computer, they entered the wreckage of the transport ship. What Ron didn't know was that while he was waiting for the reconnaissance robot to send back a signal, right at his feet, a night killer finally thawed from the endless ice, and the alien returned, and the originally harmless ruins were turning into a dangerous hunting ground...

"Do you have a key, give me the detection signal to interfere with the landing ship." Mr. Examiner, who was hiding in the asteroid belt, saw that Ron was so cautious and had to start a temporary intervention, "There is never a shortage of accidents on the battlefield, and a model show without accidents is not what we want to see." ”

"Understood," the adjutant behind the examiner immediately took the order to arrange, "But, what if this student is hung up by a sneak attack by an alien?" ”

"Before you go into battle, you can be sure that the action on the other side will play out according to your script?" The examiner tilted his head and asked, "Accidents are also part of the cause of death, the inevitable kind, just as luck is part of strength." If this little guy's luck is really as bad as you say, I don't mind letting him hang up here, at least I can help him collect his body, so that he won't have to worry about his brothers on the front line with no bones left. ”

"Solomon's style." Captain Shaw's voice came from the bridge hatch.

"Yes, this is Solomon." The examiner turned around and gave Xiao a warm hug, "I really didn't expect to see you here, Xiao." ”

"Simon, why didn't you damn commissar go to the front to supervise the battle and run to the rear to supervise the army?" Xiao is not a soldier in the Ma Run system, he is not afraid of political commissars, let alone the kind he has known since childhood.

"Hey, it's not for the sake of escorting these cuties, can you rest assured that you will hand over these cuties to those hairy guys," Simon's tone carried the consistent disdain of the first-line field troops to the second-line reserves, "Although these cuties are no different from a dog in our hands, once they slip into the colony," Simon spread his hands to express his dissatisfaction with the combat readiness in the rear, "A cutie like this can scare a city to the point of terror, and then we will wait for the Confederate headlines plus a court-martial!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, where are the private goods that need to be carried by me?" After the old story, Xiao went straight to the point.

"Come with me, that's a big guy..." Simon didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the cargo hold of the transport ship with Shaw.

In the cargo hold, an alien relic about the size of 10 standard containers appeared in front of Xiao, "You shouldn't let me bring such a big thing!" ”

"Of course, what else would you want you to do?" Simon blocked, "If it's a little smaller, you won't need it, the key is that this product is so big, and the engineer here said that this product is an information carrier, so we don't dare to divide it at will..."

Just when Captain Shaw was catching up with his old friend, Ron finally mustered up the courage to enter the cabin of the spaceship, according to the information sent back by the little flies before, this area should be no danger, except that the ruins are ruins, it looks quite safe... From the first time Ron stepped into this ruin, a feeling of being targeted by predators has been closely following Ron, don't wonder why Ron would notice this, when did you fly a bomber for more than 1,000 hours in the context of World War II, and it was the kind of fighter jet targeted by enemy ace pilots every day, this kind of danger prediction will become your instinct even if you are stupid, if not instinctive, it is the kind of passive skill that is turned on 24 hours a day. He moved to the wall of the transport ship little by little, opened the safety of the assault rifle in his hand, and when he encountered danger, he always wanted to run backwards, exposing his back to your enemy, guaranteeing that you would die faster, rather than fleeing in the wilderness, Ron's choice was to pretend, but not to pretend to be B but to pretend to be weak B, as long as it was not a stupid bird, most hunters were used to launching a fatal blow from the dead corner of the prey, and Ron, the veteran prey, was pretending to give him this dead end, Then ・・・・・・ give the guy who thinks he is a hunter a big surprise!

A series of extremely faint passing vibrations above Ron were picked up by the listening device that came with his armor, and Ron showed a triumphant smile, "Hooked!" According to his own guess, what is left in the wreckage now is nothing more than the intelligent combat machinery left behind by the transport ship or the pirate side, the human form is not the best form of the intelligent machine, in order to deal with various situations, the intelligent robot has been changed into many versions by the devil, without recognizing the signal of friend or foe, these armed intelligent machines will not take the initiative to attack him, which is also the biggest reliance of Ron's unscrupulousness, anyway, it will not die, what does it matter if it is a little wave? You're right or not. It's a pity that Ron didn't know that what he was about to face was indeed a killing machine, but not an intelligent machine, but a biological weapon - an alien!

"3,2,1,0" Ron muttered in his heart, and when he counted to 0, he instantly lay down on the ground and drank, "Corporal Ron, don't move, you... Originally, Ron always thought that it was an intelligent combat machine that was tracking him, and if he identified himself, there was still a great chance that the other party would turn against him, wouldn't it be beautiful. However, the reality was cruel, and all Ron saw was a hideous alien head and its tongue ready to attack...

“scheisse！！！” Ron couldn't help but say a foul word, he didn't stop in his hand, and he didn't care so much, he was directly facing the approximate direction of the alien is a shuttle...