There seems to be no better way to describe this tragic scene, but if I had to say, "hell" would probably be a closer word.

This alien cabin is a standard set for a thriller movie. An empty ship, filled with the smell of blood and must, blood and other contents plastered the floor and walls, and the horror and misery of corpses were everywhere.

I am afraid that no one will be too surprised if an alien bursts out of the corner in the next second that tries to disembowel someone, or lay eggs in someone's body.

"Hell yes." The Head of Death crouched down and grabbed a random corpse to examine it. It was a light-green-skinned alien, and its blood was red like a human. The corpse was one of those who would have nightmares for a week at the sight of it, and he stretched out his tongue, and even the base of his tongue was covered in purple lines like bacteria. Something had opened a huge hole in his chest, leaving a large pool of dried blood on the ground.

"I guess that's the fatal cause. As for the murder weapon......" The Head of Death glanced at the laser gun in the deceased's hand, "I guess he's holding it in his hand." ”

"Suicide?" Michael asked.

"A lot of suicides." "It should be said that all the people in this entire cabin died by suicide." This is weird, I understand that Badoon is not usually so depressed? Maybe they all happened to be suddenly unable to think of it, or maybe maybe the Mr. Robot we were chasing had a pretty good way of being eloquent, and it seemed that he was very persuasive. ”

Wanda frowned: "You know what? What is the robot called '451'...... I'm starting to hate him. ”

The Head of Death glanced at her, "Welcome to the club, little girl, and me too." ”

Ignoring the bounty hunter's teasing, Michael crouched down next to a corpse and scanned the corpse and environment with the armor's sensors. Although she was not ordered, Shirley was very shrewd and began to do the same.

"Follow all human signs, Shirley." Michael said, "The results feed back to me." What's in it for you? ”

Shelly's eyes flashed with blue scanning light, slowly sweeping over the corpses and the floors and walls.

"Neuroactive gases were scanned, dispersed in the air in a life-sustaining manner. More than 85% of the probability may be that the gas has caused the dysfunction of the organism, and then there are signs of hallucination, deterioration of thinking ability, etc., which leads to the self-harm of the organism. ”

"Then maybe we should be careful. Stand tight with Wanda, Shirley, and try to protect her with your particle shield, converting more energy into shield output to increase defense efficiency. ”

"Yes, sir." Shirley said, taking two steps towards Wanda.

Wanda frowned, "You know, I can protect myself. ”

Michael's order made her feel a little uncomfortable. She didn't like to be someone who needed to be protected, it felt like a burden.

Michael glanced at her: "I know you don't need to, just to be on the safe side." ”

"I don't think that's a good idea." The Death's Head muttered, "Particle barriers, energy shields, these things are the bulk of energy output, it's like holding an incendiary bomb in your hand in the dead of night." People can sense that we're coming from a light year away. Shouldn't we be low-key or something? ”

"Don't worry, big guy, everything is under control." Michael stood up, "Go ahead, we've got a robot to find." He paused, "Or should I say...... We should wait for him to find us. ”

Michael turned around and calmly looked at the robot that appeared behind him at some point. It was a robot with a silver face, red eyes, a blue body, and a style of painting like an alien machine that often appears in science fiction movies.

It looks like it's 451, the alien robot they're looking for.

However, the robot gentleman didn't seem to have any intention of answering them, and instead walked straight to the big bounty hunter.

The robot glanced at Michael, Wanda, and Shirley, and asked the Head of Death, "How can there be three?" I thought all I wanted was the Black Knight. ”

"They're in a group, so it's easier to get involved." The Head of Death shrugged, "Don't worry, I won't charge you extra." I never arbitrarily change the price I have agreed in advance, this is my reputation. ”

He said and held out his hand: "Now, I have fulfilled my part of my promise." It's time to pay. ”

"Very good, thank you for your help." As he spoke, 451 found a gray square the size of three bricks stacked on top of each other, presumably some kind of interstellar currency.

The Head of Death took it, shook the big thing in his hand, and raised an eyebrow: "I don't remember the price being so much. ”

"You've done a great job, and that's the reward." 451 waved his hand, "Now, you can leave." ”

Wanda narrowed her eyes and glared at the big man, "You lied to us? ”

"It's just a little lie, but don't go around talking nonsense, little girl." The Head of Death shook his thick fingers, "You see, I told you that a robot stole your friends and stole the VOLDI core, and these parts are true. I promised that I would take you to him, and I did...... Don't say that I don't have credibility as the head of death. ”

Then he turned to Michael: "When I say that I admire you as a good fighter, those words come from the heart. But it's not about personal grudges, it's just a simple deal. There should be bounty hunters on Earth too, right? You pay me and I'll do it, it's as simple as that. ”

"Ah, I understand." Michael didn't look surprised, as if he had known that the Head of Death would turn against his enemies. He said calmly, "But if you choose to do this, you should also be mentally prepared." ”

The head of death snorted: "I have been doing this business for so many years, and I have offended a lot of people, so I naturally know it in my heart." If anyone can get me in trouble one day, I'll admit it, because that's what the job itself is. ”

Humming a strange tune, he carried his reward in his hand and went leisurely.

"Good luck to you." He waved his hand, and his back went down the passage along with the singing.

451 turned his gaze back to the three of them, and smiled kindly, but for no reason, sending chills down his spine.

"Don't be so nervous, Shirley." He called out Shirley's name, "Take it easy." Disarm, disarm, disarm, come this way. ”

"Yes, sir." As if enchanted, Shirley followed the stranger's instructions and walked to the other party's side with a blank face, her expression stiffened like a real machine.

"Interesting, controlling artificial intelligence? Is this what you are capable of? Michael asked.

"Sort of, a fraction of my abilities." 451 smiled, and he turned to Shirley, "Do me a favor and transfer control of your boss's armor to me, okay?" Thanks, you're such a good girl. ”