Chapter 736 28 Insurmountable (I)

Chapter 736 28. Insurmountable (I)

Kius Solani used his tactical dagger to lift a curved and rusty metal plate, and a traversing pipe was exposed under it, passing through the deck like a huge silver python. The void.

It divided the void into three spaces of different sizes. A black shoulder bag and a glass jar containing banknotes were stuffed into two of them in every way, and the smaller one was sticked with tape. Photos.

Kius stood up and looked back at a man standing behind him with his legs trembling. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand holding the knife and pointed to the middle part of the pipe, where there was a very conspicuous depth. Red stains.

He asked, "What is this?"

The man whispered and made a few tremolos, burying his head lower. The pipe made a loud noise just right, which shocked him, and then collapsed to the ground, shaking his head unconsciously. After a while, he covered his face and finally gave an answer.

"Bloods."

In the cabin, a woman screamed. If it weren't for the sudden reach of her big hands to support her, she would probably have fallen to the ground and had no idea of ​​life and death.

The hands that held her were wrapped in purple armor, thick and strong. The owner did not wear a helmet, revealing a young and even a little tender face. He was looking at the woman with concern until the latter stood up and let go of his hand.

"You monster!"

The mother yelled at the man, tears tangled around her face, and her voice was deafening, making people wonder if she was shouting with her life.

Kius raised his hand and pressed her shoulder, took a step back, blocking her and the man, and then asked again, his voice calm but seemed a little emotional.

"You can choose to tell the truth now, or we'll give you to the captain and let the sailors judge you-you're an old sailor, Rabbi Hughes, I believe you know which one is more important."

The man called Rabbi Hughes suddenly stopped trembling, and a few seconds later, he made a thin sound from his palm.

".Okay, sir, I admit, I killed that child."

"How did you kill?"

The man put down his palms, and the eyes exposed under his sweaty hair mixed with the beast-like shrieking and fierceness-the former originated from fear of Astart, while the latter originated from his memories.

Suddenly, he calmed down.

"Inertia." He said lightly, spitting out a word, but his eyes wanted to go over Kius and find the mother's face. "I picked her up, held her backwards, and squeezed her legs hard until she was killed."

He seemed a little confused when he spoke, and his muddy saliva spit out from his almost atrophic front teeth, and then he actually laughed. The smile made the young soldier standing behind his mother clench his fists immediately, but Kius was still calm.

Through the eyepiece, he truthfully recorded the man's crimes and seemed quite patient.

"What's the reason, Rabbi Hughes?" he asked. "Why did you do this for?"

The man looked up at him and became a little impatient.

"Also why? It's too noisy, sir. I didn't know that a few months old child wouldn't even sleep well? She made me quarrel, it was that simple - I finished talking, I want to kill you. You can do whatever you want. Oh, by the way, after I finish, I will throw her into the garbage transportation pipeline outside."

After saying that, he spitted on the ground, his previous fear completely disappeared, leaving only extreme indifference.

From that look, Kius knew that this man was hopeless. He doesn't care whether his future destiny is dead or a slave, he just wants to end the conversation as soon as possible.

The corporal shook his head.

He knew that he had no choice but torture, this man would not show any fear. The old sailor like him who had served on the Imperial Navy warship for more than ten years had long been wiped out by the war. Most of the war had been wiped out by the war. human nature.

But that mother didn't.

He raised his foot, stepped on Rabbi Hughes' knee, then slammed it twice, turned around amid his screams of pain and curses, and handed the dagger in his hand to the mother.

The latter snatched the weapon that she needed to hold with both hands, and without looking at him, he rushed straight towards the old sailor. Blood splattered, and Kius took his new members out of the room, closed the door, dispersed the crowd, and then began to wait.

After a short but long few minutes, the woman, who was stained with blood all over her body, opened the door and walked out. She glanced at Kius, threw the knife at his feet, and walked towards the other end of the corridor without looking back.

The entrance to the garbage conveying pipeline roared there, and the wind roared.

The darkness completely swallowed her.

"Let's go," said the corporal. "Our mission is over, we have to inform the captain."

"That's it?" the young combat brother asked in disbelief.

"That's it." said the corporal.

He turned around and left without looking back. The young brothers kept up quickly, but the questions in their mouths remained.

"But, but-what should she do?"

"We have done everything we can do for her, Sallen. You have to understand that the patrol is not over yet, and handling such a murder is not actually within your and my authority, if it weren't for her sudden stop. Next, she has already avenged her revenge."

Sallen was silent and his pace slowed down. Without looking back, Kius could guess what his expression was now. He was not surprised by this, but he was a little moved - I actually had this kind of surplus?

The past slowly emerged before my eyes.

To this day, his service time has reached an embarrassing number such as twenty-three, and it will soon reach twenty-four. There were open-minded people inside the emperor's son who joked about this, saying that before twenty or fifty or fifty, the most likely period of service to Astarte was to die in battle, and the most dangerous after twenty or twenty.

This statement is absurd, but when you think about it carefully, it is indeed the case.

Twenty years of training and war, for Astarte, is enough to allow them to meet the first small hill in their lives. How many honors can they create after twenty years of fighting? No matter who you look back, you will definitely feel a little proud.

This is understandable, it just depends on how much time it takes them to realize that their 20 years of service are actually nothing. Only those who can realize this can live longer.

He walked into the elevator that went straight to the bridge, and Sallen followed closely behind, and then rose all the way to reach the bridge.

It didn't take long for Kius to tell the little episode to their partner in this patrol mission, who was slightly shocked at first, but soon his expression became gloomy.

For any captain, if he encounters such a vicious incident of intentional infanticide on his ship, he will probably fall into anger like her. This matter may not shake their promotion path, but if it is not handled properly, it will definitely cause a big mess on the ship.

If you do not enter subspace, the navigation time of imperial ships will often start in half a year, so there must be bottom lines and rules to restrict people who are far away from the law.

Ordinary merchant cargo ships may be a little unrestrained, allowing the bottom line to be relaxed, drinking and changing shifts every day, and more unscrupulous, will even set up some places specifically for "relaxation" at the bottom of the cabin. But warships are different, and military discipline is no longer just a saying.

Like the old sailor Rabbi Hughes, who was almost deliberately provoking the law and conscience, he died simply and neatly, probably a blessing for him. If the mother had not taken action, I'm afraid the captain would have ordered someone to tie him up and conduct a full-ship radio to convene a trial.

"Thank you for solving this problem for me."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Reva Blake, the captain of the Moon-class cruiser of the Conspiracy Frustrator, thanked Kius with a pale face. Just looking at the female captain's expression, the corporal knew that she would inevitably go to the person responsible for handling the garbage. The trouble for sailors.

He nodded, and after performing the Sky Eagle Tribute, he left the bridge directly and returned to a small piece of training and living place left for them by the warship.

It is located in the middle of the cabin, unlike other places in the ship, where the thermostat is turned off at the request of Kius, so the temperature is very cold, and the mechanical heat that should have oozed out of the wall has long been frozen into thin ice , not to mention the ground.

Stopped in front of a door, Kius reached over its verification valve and pushed open the door. Inner, Bastalar, who had been on a patrol mission with him, and the one-eyed Ramitz were lying on their respective beds, closing their eyes and meditating.

This is strange because the Emperor's patrol team is usually a team of three people, and they will never select combat brothers who serve less than five years and will join the team. But Sallen is an exception. He not only broke many training records, but also showed strong combat capabilities in simulated battles of the highest difficulty.

For this reason, Saul Tavitz spoke in person and made an exception to let him participate in this patrol. However, even so, the Legion had many disagreements from top to bottom.

Some people think that he is only sixteen years old. Even if he is fully mature in physiology and even acts much better than they were in the recruits, he must not be allowed to embark on the battlefield of real swords and guns like this. Some people also believe that as the first successful case of ‘Original Cast Astate’, he should stay in the Legion to provide more valuable research data.

These endless debates stopped until Fogrim expressed his opinion.

Kius walked into the room, towards the corner, and came to a seemingly ordinary workbench.

He didn't see how he moved, and a few mechanical tentacles extended out of the suddenly cracked table, began to remove his power armor, and recombined it on the armor stand beside him.

He was a little uncomfortable with this. In the past, when he was going out for patrol missions, he almost only removed his armor when needed repairs. After all, without anyone helping him, putting on and taking off the power armor is very troublesome. But the great sage Belisarius Kaul generously gave him many of his private research before leaving, and this synthetic machine for unloading armor was one of them.

Thanks to him, the emperors can now take off their armor in a convenient and quick manner within ten seconds. Not to mention anything else, at least they can read books normally.

Of course, there is another reason Kius does this--they have finished their one-year patrol and will land in another day and a half.

Moreover, this patrol also gained a lot. First, it attacked some elusive pirates of the spirit clan, and then quelled a rebellion. On the way back, it even encountered a cargo ship that smuggled a large amount of Markulag red wine without a license. .

The person behind this matter is not only quite capable, but can get thousands of bottles of authentic red wine in less than ten years after the 500 world returned, and is also very bold and careful.

He borrowed cargo ships as cover, made arrangements along the way, and kept changing goods for short-term navigation, but he even used the lowest and longest way to transport the wine to the point where he was almost approaching the solar system without an escort.

It’s a pity that he calculated too much, and he actually ignored the possibility of people stolen themselves like dark under the light. The captain of the cargo ship was considered unlucky. He had just landed in a transit dock in the Chemos Galaxy and sold less than two hundred bottles of Markurag red wine. After his feet were anchored along the way for maintenance, he was conspired to defeat the conspiracy. Crashed.

It really corresponds to the name of this ship.

Closed his eyes, Kius lay down on his back, feeling the calm of his bed, recalling the performance of Sallen as witnessed along the way.

As the captain of the patrol, he was delivered a special mission by Saul Tavitz. Tavitz hopes that he can examine more of their first original cast performance, and not only limit it to combat, but also observe his reaction in daily training.

Kius had no objection to this, he meticulously carried out the commander of the Legion, but Sallen's performance made him blameless. Once this young child enters the battle, he has no mercy and learns very quickly.

When he first fought against the Spirit Clan, he would hesitate for a moment because of the opponent's speed. However, after just two rounds and turns, he adapted to the speed of those aliens and turned to combat experience that was completely inconsistent with his service life. , using an almost predictable defensive counterattack, easily slaughtered one spiritual race after another.

Moreover, in daily training, he did not relax at all. Even now, at the moment when the three seniors were already resting and waiting for the ship to land, he was still wearing armor, waving his sword deep in the wide training ground and dormitory, and imagining it. The enemy fights.

Listening to the sharp sword sound, Kius showed an indefinite smile.

He could not wait, and wanted to tell the Legion and Primrose now that their "head cast" was a son of the emperor who was worthy of pride for him - until a violent impact shocked him almost flipped off the bed.

He quickly stood up, and the corporal looked at the two old team members with a gloomy face, and then rushed towards the workbench.

He would never say it explicitly, but he would admit to himself that he did just now have doubts that he had taken off his armor while sailing, which brought bad luck.

Half a minute later, they ran out of the room in full arms, and the voice of Captain Reva Black came from the communication channel at the right time.

"It's the Spiritual Pirates again, everyone! They are launching a jump gang against us!"

The corporal narrowed his eyes - very well, he happened to be angry.