Hunter Mormones is constantly fighting in his heart, but the struggle is not life-and-death, every choice is very rich, I can't imagine that I have so many choices after the unlucky joy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Let's say that if the creature on the other side is really the result of Korrolls messing around on the planet, then Mor Holmes has one more option, and he can choose between the Nabra government and the employer. The government is well aware of the fatal dangers of conducting such experiments, and although it is not as high-sounding as advertised for the sake of ethical order, the bounty offered is real, and no hunter would exclude such a good deal from his business. How could such good luck be met by Moore Holmes, who decided to work with whoever had the more attractive price, and now it seems that the second possibility seems to be greater. After all, what the employer wants is the complete extinction of the Flowers family, and the price will naturally be higher. The fact that the well-fed Paris on the other side has a high percentage of genetic information similar to that of Korols, which is enough to tell, and the one who can do such a thing on a planet with such a low level of evolution is definitely from a highly civilized planet, such as Nabra. Colors, I'm here, and you must wait patiently for me. Thinking of this, Mor Holmes couldn't help laughing, it's really hard to have a heart, and it may not be unsuccessful if you don't have a heart.

Mormones was in no hurry to collaborate more with Paris, he took some time to get acquainted with the new planet. The new planet looks vibrant, but the evolution of the creatures is pitifully low. Even Paris in front of him has a lot of advanced factors in the Nabra system in his genetic information, but he doesn't show much. Mormones suspected that this was simply controlled by the encrypted programs in Paris's brain, and he really didn't know how powerful Paris would be if it was all decrypted. After a few days of observing the creatures under the ship that were secretly watching in fear, and with Paris's explanations, Moorholmes identified several creatures with similar genetic particle structures, but the proportion was far less than that of Paris. Even Darklas, who had no intention of working with him at all, was not as good as Paris. Moore Holmes trusts his own judgment and gets what he wants from Paris. There are many methods, coercion and inducement are all effective methods, the problem is to combine exquisitely.

Mormos gave Paris his freedom, provided that a tracking terminal was placed on him. Paris cared more about the freedom of his body, and he readily agreed to cooperate. Paris wondered why the enemy wanted to cooperate with him, but it didn't seem any harm in working together, so it was not impossible to cooperate. Paris introduced or informed everyone in the crowd about the Mooreholmes. He accepted Moreholmes' suggestion and made Holmes from an unknown planet a god. When Paris first heard the word God, he didn't understand it. When Mormons asked him to taste the ship's food again, he told him a point. It doesn't matter what God is, the key is that He is powerful, and that alone can make everyone in the crowd believe and worship Him. Paris tentatively asked if Mormones could give him the position of such a god, and Mormons readily agreed. He proposes that Paris is his representative in the crowd and that he is God. The reason is simple, he is absolutely powerful.

Paris agreed, and he used the power of Mooreholmes to cement his position once again. And the disappearance of Dakras also made the rebels in the crowd completely lose hope of success. The crowd was united again, or more accurately, more obedient to Paris. Mormos gradually told Paris what he had seen, and after expanding his territory many times, Paris finally established his own set of institutions, which Mormos called the state. Mormos always gives a lot of fresh things, but he also gradually finds that Paris is losing patience with his control. After he duly demonstrated his abilities, using the ship's attack system to create a wide passage along the front of the spire building, Paris once again expressed his loyalty to Mor Holmes. After Mormones laid the groundwork for his stay on the planet, he began his next move. He arranged for Paris to inform the crowd that Paris would follow God to God's place. In fact, this is just a thorough search of Korrolls' hiding place prepared by Mormones on the premise of helping Paris. He made Paris understand that he had given Paris a lot, and that it was time for Paris to show his sincerity.

Paris followed Mormones aboard the ship in the crowd and flew away from his territory. He looked apprehensively at the ground beneath the ship, and Mormos reassured him that there was no need to fear that there would be no return. Because Paris is a great partner to work with. Paris smiled cautiously and gave Mormos the contents of his memories. Mor Holmes made a basic selection based on the information provided by Paris, and then entered the necessary information into the spaceship computer, which calculated it at a rapid pace, and then gave several possible areas. After Mormones arranged the possibilities, he decided to start with the first target. The speed of the spacecraft was so high that it flew to the first target and was between the two of them. The thick ocean in the middle did not arouse the interest of Mooremos, originally, this is a hunter, what he needs every day is to fight with the fugitive, where to enjoy the beautiful scenery, maybe until the end of his life he will have time and mood.

The first destination, without the presence of evolutionary creatures of Paris's height, made Holmes a little suspicious that Korors or the experimenter would conduct an experiment far away from him. The information given by the computer is never in doubt, and Mormons is not used to it. He still carefully searched the ground and made a discovery. There are some inconspicuous wreckage on the ground, which is clearly the product of a highly developed man-made civilization. And to be sure, they come from intelligent working bodies. Mormones put a small piece of the wreckage under his nose and smelled it, the burnt smell was so sweet and exciting, a technique and material that Nabra had. Crown is here. After Moore Holmes landed in the spaceship, he turned on all the detection systems to find Colors. He no longer knew what Flowers was like, so the search was rude. In fact, he knew that the mysterious employer did not need a person or a corpse of Korors, he just wanted a certain result, that is, Korors as a human in the universe no longer existed forever. So it doesn't matter if it's a mysterious state of Korors. It's not a high demand, and Mormos told himself several times, but it wasn't met. There was indeed no shadow of Korors in the first destination, and it was certain that Korors' ship had probably been here, but where he had gone next. At this time, Paris couldn't help anything, and Mormos didn't bother to pay attention to him.

After the first destination was busy for a while, the system reminded in time that the search for the second destination should begin. Shortly after Mormos lazily started the ship, he started the automatic flight and search, and went back to rest. Leaving Paris to roam freely around the ship, Mormones wasn't worried about what he could do. Without Mormos in front of Paris, there was much less stress in his heart, and he tried to sit in the driver's seat, carefully touching the next putter, and a thought flashed through his mind: he had done it before, but not in such an environment. The putter felt very familiar to him, as familiar as the erection that his body would inevitably appear in the morning. With his hands on the putter, Paris simulates the movements of a Moormoth. The ship's control system suddenly changed from green to yellow, and Paris said a series of different things, and then the ship shook violently. Paris hurriedly got out of his position and stood at the doorway of the cab at a loss. Mormos, who came running, looked at the situation on the bridge, just gave a signal, and the ship continued to fly smoothly. Before leaving, Mormos thought for a moment, dragged Paris into a room, went out and closed the door. Paris was well aware that he was locked up.

The feeling in his heart never went away, and Paris became more and more convinced of what he had really done. After Moore Holmes was woken up by the sound of the system's alerts, his eyes were still a little sour, probably the result of too much bare air on this planet recently. He cursed, with such a level of oxygen, Corolls and his assistant, how did he survive every day. He immediately thought of a frustrating possibility, that is, after Corors and the others had done their own ethical experiments on the planet, they left the planet again to continue their cosmic escape. If that's the case, then is running away or fleeing, and what is the difference between it and a vacation. It's really hard for me as a bounty hunter. Mormos said a few bad words about the cosmic god in a row, and then prayed that the god must bless himself, and went to the wheelhouse, hoping that this time he would not be in the air. He preferred to believe that the wreckage he had seen before was on the computer of Colors and their ship, but that was somewhat self-defeating.

In the second target, there is not even a tree, the bare desert, the density of silicon-based particles is very high, the reflection is very serious, and from the perspective of the ship's wheelhouse, the ground illuminated by the star cannot be seen clearly at all. I couldn't figure out where Korors would be hiding here. He searched several times around the origin of the coordinates and appropriately widened the search area, but still found nothing. Re-checking the results of the search criteria selection found no problems. Then why is the result laughable? Speaking of which, the biggest headache for bounty hunters is not actually the capture, but the process of searching for the target of hunting. Generally speaking, fugitives are not so well-equipped, and on the way to escape, the preparation for various confrontations is also very insufficient, so they cannot have the upper hand in confrontation, and the best form of confrontation is not confrontation, but passive evasion. It's just that this time Korors' dodge is too clever, where the hell is he. When the eyes lying in front of the console became sour again, a prompt popped up on the monitor that in the ocean adjacent to the edge of the desert, there was an organism with a considerable degree of evolution. Mormos became agitated, and the ship made a sharp turn, leaning over towards the ocean under his pilot.

In the waves, Mormones saw the so-called highly evolved creatures prompted by the system. After a few glances, Mormos turned on the system's intelligent voice communication device and scolded the system, stupid. The system didn't mean to be confrontational, but instead said sorry three times in a row, Captain. This made Holmes feel better. What is the high degree of evolution, these creatures simply cannot compare to Paris and Dakras who are controlled on the ship. However, despite being scolded, the system never gave up the pop-up prompt, and after Mooreholmes turned it off a few times, it still stubbornly appeared on the screen. Mormones became distraught, compromised after a few curses, and asked the system what to do. The system prompts an arrest, and Mormos responds that what are you waiting for, let's get started.

The colony of creatures in the ocean has been dispersed, and the completely unequal level of evolution has made capture a game of Mor Holmes. But after you've played this game many times, Mormos is no longer interested, and he's too lazy to drink the soup that should have been in the morning, waiting for the results of the analysis. The soup should be drunk as soon as possible, otherwise the temperature will be too low, and it will be difficult to ensure the nourishing effect on the body. A person in the vast universe against these fugitive scum, living a life of uncertain future, it is very appropriate to be kind to yourself and enjoy it in time. The report came out, one hand clicked on the chart on the monitor, and the other hand was burned as he was about to put down the soup. Mormoes in such a panic that he had never even seen it himself. The number shown in the chart was close to a number that he was very familiar with. On this planet that he came to by accident, there is still a genetic particle structure of living things close to Moormos? It's not a joke, it's a joke that transcends planets and galaxies, and even leaps. He looked at the results of the analysis again, and yes, he read that right.

Mormones strode to the room where the prey was contained, and the creature lying on the ground was unrelated to Moorholmes, no matter how you looked at it. Mormos didn't look back, scolding the system. The system still replied that he was sorry to the captain, and apologized coldly without changing the content of the analysis. What the is this attitude, Mormones threatens the system if the system is a person, his nose will be broken by him. The system, of course, was not alone, and he ignored the furious captain, but told the captain the new news that another creature had appeared in the ocean, and it was huge. Mormothy thought to himself, isn't it similar to my genetic particle structure information, oh my God, what is this? He looked down from the spaceship and could easily see the so-called massive creature. The stupid thing came out of his mouth again, and somewhere in the ocean was a huge creature, it was clearly a combination of tiny white creatures. Just as he was about to look away from the ship's window, a huge creature actually appeared in the ocean. The appearance of this organism has rolled up very high waves, and the crests of the waves are about to concentrate on low-flying spaceships. Of course, the ship was not afraid of a few waves, but it had to raise the altitude of its flight, because the white creature leaped out of the ocean, and its lower limbs emerged from below the surface. Mormos saw it clearly, and he gasped, what the hell is this?