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Old Kant killed little Yuli!

His old and wrinkled face couldn't help but have a hint of sadness, but he cut off his head with a few quick strokes of his hands and feet.

The head left his body, blood splattered everywhere, his body still twitched, his hands and feet were constantly flexed, twitched, and struggled!

Blood-drenched little Yuli's eyes widened angrily, his face was full of regret and pain, his eyes were still trembling slightly, and his mouth was open and closed.

Old Kant took a cup of blood with a cup without changing his face, swallowed the blood into his stomach in a big gulp, satisfied the stomach and intestines, and dipped some blood from the corpse and smeared it on the severed head of little Yuli, making the head look more and more hideous.

"For the sake of so many years of friendship, I still watch you grow up, little Yuli, I give you a good time, otherwise, you will definitely die ten times more uncomfortable!

"Little Yuli, little Yuli, if you want to blame, you can blame your father, he trapped me in this hellish place, trapped me for hundreds of years! ”

"The world out there is so cruel that it's not for you. ”

"You were born here, you died here, and if I had the chance, I would bury you here...... Let's see if there's a chance, if you really can't, rotting on this stormy hell is also a good home, rest assured, no one and no animal will come to eat you, if you're lucky, you may become a pretty good dry corpse, and it can exist for a few hundred years. ”

While babbling like this, old Kant quickly put on the space protective suit, put the oxygen tank on his back, put down the hood, and he lifted little Yuli's head to himself and stood in the open space outside the radar station.

Today is lucky, the weather on Mars is very clear, and the old Kant is waiting here with trepidation, and also waiting for the judgment of fate.

Whether it is life or death, I believe that it will be known after a while.

The surface of Mars is vast and boring, and the small radar station is like a needle in the ocean, but the old Kant is not at all worried that he will make a mistake in judgment, let alone whether the pirates will not find him.

These sub-star pirates, who have always been known for their keen sense of smell, have received a distress signal and followed the route to this side of the wormhole, so don't expect them to let go of the direct source of clues.

Whether it's to kill the mouth or to get more valuable information, pirates are sure to come to the door.

Guided by communication signals and the radar detection system on the spacecraft, this old exploration spacecraft that crashed and was buried shallow on the surface of Mars was destined to be impossible to dodge.

What's more, this hellish life, old Kant has already had enough, even if he fights to the death, he is willing to take the risk and give it a try.

Moreover, he believes that there must be many old guys who think the same way as himself!

The communication system in the suit is always on, and is directly connected to the communication channel inside the ship.

He was sure he had heard the killing.

Chaos had begun to brew and erupt in this doomed stronghold, and quickly spread, screams, the sound of sharp weapons piercing into flesh, quickly reached his ears.

"Who would do it?"

Old Kant was nervous, but also had interesting conjectures in his heart.

A series of clues were quickly pieced together in his mind, the screams of women, the crying of children, the sound of weapons cutting through the air, the incredible screams of people, all pointing to the same names.

Old Batu!

Old Sid!

Old Jem!

It's all old guys for many years, and sure enough, all of them are not old, Jem, that old bastard, pretended to be weak and wanted to die last night, and today he didn't expect to reveal his original form, and he was really born a bad seed.

Of course, the worst of all was obviously our captain, the bad guy William Sr., who had sores on his head and pus on the soles of his feet.

This guy has what little security power is left in the ship, and he seems to be trying to take advantage of the opportunity to take out some old buddy, and he really made it happen.

After a long time, the voices in the base were completely calm.

Old Kant coughed a few times and shouted in the communication channel, "Is there anything alive that can breathe?

"Do you still expect the pirate masters to pull you out of that garbage heap one by one, do you want to live?"

"Take your booty and get out of here to meet our new boss...... If they're willing to accept us old guys!"

Soon there was a burst of foul language and swearing in the channel, and old Kantele listened to it, and his heart couldn't help but calm down.

Sure enough, there is this group of garbage at the bottom, and he is not alone when he dies, and his mood is finally no longer so depressed.

Although a group of old guys are scolding in the communication channel, as if they are not afraid of heaven and earth, their movements are very fast.

Without much effort, one after another old guys in protective suits crawled out of the stronghold, more or less dragging a few bloody heads in their hands, obviously everyone understands the rules, and no one is hypocritical and can't do it.

After all, it's not the first time you've been a pirate, is it?

"Hey, old Jem, how did you kill all your good looks, aren't you too ruthless?"

"Old Batu, you killed Old Jem's own son, aren't you afraid that he will turn around and give you two knives?"

A bunch of scum gathered together, looking at each other's sacrifices, greeting each other viciously, and their words were full of undisguised malice.

However, although the knives came and went, no one did anything, that is, the children were killed the most, and the old William, who had cut off his head, was also looking at the head with a flat gaze, looking at it as if it was not the same thing.

Whether everyone can survive in the next second is another matter, their lives are all in the hands of that group of unknown interstellar pirates, and they stab each other a few times verbally, in fact, it is nothing more than to ease their inner anxiety, and no one will take it seriously.

Of course, if you can survive this time, how you will get along in the future is a matter for the future, and it is not too late to talk about it then.

It didn't make the old guys wait too long, the wormhole was not too far from Mars, and the pirate fleet soon appeared.

Soon the sky saw the huge body of a pirate ship.

They were all behemoths with a body length of more than 1,000 meters, and each spaceship weighed more than 10 million tons, and three spaceships flew from the sky one after another.

The spacecraft spewed a raging tail flame all the way, and began to slow down outside of space, but in just a few minutes, it turned from a small black dot to a behemoth like a floating continent, hovering above everyone's heads in an unceremonious posture like Mount Tai pressing the top.

This kind of behavior is definitely unusual, the pirates are all old fighters, and they will not take such a risk easily, obviously these pirates have detected that they are not a threat, so they should not take them seriously.

Old Kant kept his mouth shut tightly at this time, and no one dared to show off his mouth at will, and they knelt on the sand one after another, and laid their heads in front of them, begging for the pirate leader's gaze and mercy.

Seeing that these guys knew the rules so well, two of the three spaceships flew away at once, and the old Kant of these two spaceships recognized their models at once, one was a professional star exploration ship, and the other was a logistics support and supply ship.

As the core of the fleet, the armed escort ship slowly fell from the sky, although the speed of the fall was slow, but such a mountain-like behemoth suddenly fell from the sky, and its power could not be underestimated.

Duang......

After a violent loud noise, an earthquake under his feet, and the mountains shook, crackling and rolling stones, and after the mud and rockslides flew away, several old fellows were buried in the mud and half of their bodies, and they were still motionless and kneeling, honestly like quails.

I don't know how long it took for a pair of metal boots to appear in front of their eyes.

After a fluctuation of electromagnetic signals, a fierce voice rang out in their ears.

"It's such an old guy, it's a waste of food to live!"

"Judging by your performance, have you all been interstellar pirates?"

A few old fellows didn't even dare to raise their heads, and hurriedly responded, "Yes, we worked as pirates for a while, and then we returned to our old profession and started exploring the stars. ”

The owner of the boots walked casually on the sand, his eyes seemingly surveying the heads.

He suddenly stopped in front of old Kant, "Why did you kill one?"

The sweat on Old Kant's face flowed out, "I was alone with him at the time, kill him, and I will come out to welcome the arrival of the fleet." ”

"Oh, that's right!" asked the owner of the boots, coldly, "who is your captain?"

A few people looked at Old William with a flash of swipe, and there were bursts of schadenfreude in their eyes.

"Ah, my lord, don't, I have the most valuable information, I ......"

With a swipe of the long sword, Old William's head had already rolled down on the sand.

"Now, you are all the lowest crew, and your captain is the great Captain York! Can anyone tell me what you know of anything of value?"

"If not, you old guys, just wait here to die. ”

"Yes, yes, yes......"

The old Kant scrambled to shake up the information.

After a short while, the fleet set off again, after repairing and replenishing supplies, leaving only a billowing head on the sand.