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Chapter 12 Conspiracy, betrayal

On a burning Mars, ground fire mixed with magma rolled all over the surface of the planet, and there were only large or small semi-melted islands, which became the only land on this Mars.

Grumpy and scorching heat are the only melodies of Mars, and violent chemical reactions are going on all the time.

But at this moment, there are six people who are out of tune with this.

The scarred man stared at the primitive man for a long time, before the scarred man accepted that the creature in front of him was indeed a living being, not a silicon-based creature, let alone an electromagnetic creature.

But, how could there be people on Mars? !

Huaba tentatively threw a stone at the primitive man, and asked hesitantly, "Yes, can you talk?"

The primitive man had a face full of pain, and his mouth squirmed, as if he was trying to control his pronunciation.

"Come on, Bai Xia, what do you think I am competing with a primitive man?" He sighed while holding his forehead.

"You are the primitive man, and your whole family is primitive man! Talk? Do you believe that when I talk about the evolution of the universe for hundreds of millions of years, and the 5000 years of the flower boats in the capital, you are completely changed, and you have changed your heart, no matter right or wrong?!"

The primitive man spoke continuously and spewed out a mouthful of saliva, which directly soaked the faces of the five people.

The other four people looked stunned, but the chatterbox suddenly jumped up, his face flushed, as if he was looking for a confidant, he hugged the primitive man, and burst into tears: "Big brother, I found you! But, Your idiom solitaire is not neat enough, you should pay attention to the rhythm..."

It was the turn of the man with the scar on his face, his face was filled with pain, the hand holding the weapon was full of veins, he wished he could cut it off and kept chattering, he even revealed the fact that he fell asleep with a 60-year-old woman because of drunkenness talkative.

"Boss, are you okay?"

The gloomy man looked at the primitive man's 'satisfied' look and frowned.

Perhaps it was by fate that the flying shuttle that was supposed to disintegrate in the wormhole managed to come to Desolate Star. Most of the five people suffered only minor injuries.

Only the man with the knife scar had his thigh broken off, so he could only hastily bandage it and endure the severe pain.

Hearing this, the scarred man's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, Huaba is a smart person, and he is testing this mysterious person."

"I mean your injury..."

"It's not the worst. We all saved our lives, which is a great blessing among misfortunes. It's just my strength..." There was a trace of worry in the scarred man's eyes.

The shuttle head and the chip man were uncharacteristically silent. They seemed indifferent from beginning to end, but in fact they looked at the surroundings with solemn expressions, and their eyes often wandered across the sky.

If he and the others were really a mess of scattered and ruthless mobs, they would have been buried in the sea of ​​stars long ago and eaten up by those tigers and wolves.

Soon, Hua Tuo pulled the primitive man up to the four of them, with an eager look on his face, as if he was confiding in his heart.

"Boss, fate, fate! This brother turned out to be the same as us. During the interstellar voyage, the shuttle broke down and accidentally landed on this desolate star!"

After all, he is a man who has been licking blood at the edge of the knife all year round. Hearing the words, the man with the scar flashed his eyes, and quickly accepted the identity assigned to him by the chatterbox. Last name?"

Seeing the serious face of the man with the scar, and showing even a hint of ferocity, the primitive man was taken aback. After seeing the same kind of man for a long time, his mood calmed down, and he replied——

"There are surnames but no names, Sikong!"

A moment later, before the six people gathered at the remains of the shuttle, the atmosphere was oppressive.

After a short trial, although the man with the scar and the others did not get important information, they faintly noticed that Sikong's accent and common sense were a little weird, like...an ancient man thousands of years ago.

Sikong looked at the suspicion on the five people's faces and remained calm, with an expression of innocent enthusiasm on his face.

Thanks to the tenth-generation slave controller, in addition to giving Sikong five years of torture that would make life worse than death, he also allowed Sikong to learn the language of the empire and the most basic knowledge of Xinghai through nerve conduction.

Of course, the superstring furnace system has only been briefly mentioned and summed up in one sentence: strong, very strong, very strong!
In front of the remains, the chip man pretended to check the shuttle, and then said: "The dark matter reactor has disappeared. In other words, this shuttle is scrapped..."

In response to this, the other four people's expressions did not change, as if they had expected it, but the chip man's words seemed to be spoken to Sikong.

"what?!"

Chip Man and others did not expect that when Sikong heard this, the innocent enthusiasm on his face disappeared, and he stood there like a piece of rotten wood.

Burying the entire planet with my own hands, waiting alone for half a year, is this the result...

Could it be possible that feuds between family and country, hatred for slaves, and aspirations to the sky can only be turned into a handful of loess, with no one to mourn?

Slowly, wisps of murderous aura came out of Sikong's body, like a trapped beast emerging from its cage, full of violence and bloodthirsty. In Sikong's eyes, which had been half blocked by his messy hair, the petals were so red that they seemed to contain a piece of blood. A sea of ​​blood.

Mad and raging!
It actually suppressed the scorching heat of the surrounding sea of ​​fire and then cooled it down, causing the temperature to drop several degrees out of thin air!
'Crack, click! '

The shuttle-headed man and the others felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and the chatty man even withdrew his hand on Sikong's shoulder, like a frightened rabbit, and retreated to the side of the scarred man.

And the scarred man's dignified face almost dripped water. Among the people present, because of his cultivation, he felt it far more clearly than the Suotou man and others.

The body of the mysterious man who was so thin that only his bones were left was obviously not very strong, and he could only be regarded as a one-dimensional micro-string elementary level. However, it happened to bring fatal consequences to him who had already cultivated to two dimensions. threaten.

It seems that this strength has been tempered and tempered, and it has given birth to a life, which combines the temperament of carelessness, madness, domineering, and determination.
"Little brother, the situation is not as bad as you think. In fact, the reason why we accidentally fell into this desert star is because we were chased by a group of star bandits, and the star bandits have always been wolves, greedy and ruthless. If I expected it to be true, those star bandits will definitely come after me, and when the time comes, we..."

The scarred man was extremely cautious in every word he said.

It's not that the scarred man is afraid of Sikong, but that now that he is in an embarrassing situation, he really doesn't want to provoke the strong man anymore, so as not to be surrounded on all sides, especially when his strength is greatly damaged...

"Oh?"

I don't know that Sikong understood the meaning of the scarred man's words, he calmed down a bit, and asked solemnly: "Then, do they have a space shuttle?"

"That's right! Not only that, but their shuttle is the Bone-T[-], which has a strong anti-inertia ability, enough to make us leave this desolate star!"

Hearing Sikong's question, the scarred man nodded, his heartstrings loosened slightly, but his right hand was still holding the weapon by his waist.

"it is good!"

Suddenly, Sikong's murderous intent retreated, like a big wave returning to the sea. In an instant, the sea of ​​fire enveloped everyone again, causing the scarred man and others to misunderstand.

"Cooperation."

A trace of cunning flashed across Sikong's eyes half covered by his messy hair. Although his knowledge is still at the stage of "ancient man", the prosperity of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, but it is common to all ages.

The exposure of his murderous intention is not a kind of force deterrence, secretly warning the scarred man and others.

After all, cooperation requires the foundation of cooperation, using strength as a bargaining chip!

"Ok?"

The man with the scar frowned, and suddenly realized, seeing the innocent enthusiasm on Sikong's face, his fear of him grew a little deeper in his heart.

"Okay, cooperate, and seize the bone shuttle!"

…………

Outside the burning Mars, a piece of space was trapped in twists and turns, and then a flying shuttle that was all white and seemed to be made of white bones suddenly appeared.

The glaring flames thrown by Mars were imprinted on the surface of the shuttle, and the skull made it look like it came from hell, covered in flames, holding an iron chain, ecstasy and death.

Then, a transparent filter film was spread out on the surface of the shuttle, and the suspended shuttle seemed to lose the palm supporting it, and crashed down.

But all the light in the heat-generating frequency band is reflected by the transparent filter film, and even severe friction and pressure cannot damage the shuttle in the slightest.

"Swoosh..."

On the largest land on Mars, the flying shuttle gracefully falls, like a butterfly falling from the sky.

The shuttle, which completely violates the law of inertia, does not need any buffer stage. The moment it hits the ground, it stops abruptly. The bottom of the shuttle is almost parallel to the ground.

The huge waves that started up suppressed the sea of ​​​​fire in the distance, and the sand and dust rolled in, covering the sky and the sun.

"Oh oh oh oh..."

The star bandits in the shuttle were reveling in a carnival. This kind of venting excitement was almost the only fun of their thrilling career. As for whether there would be an accident and the shuttle would be destroyed and people would die?
Produced by the Empire, it must be a boutique.

Please, believe in technology!

'Click! '

The red leather shoes with a sultry face fell to the ground first, and a gold necklace weighing more than ten kilograms hung around his neck, and on his finger, there was a diamond the size of an egg.

Behind the bearded man, seven or eight star bandits were sent down through the beam of light at the same time.

They are all dressed in uniform, white suits, white trousers, standing inside with a sloppy face, like standing out from a group of chickens, almost engraving the words "leading brother" on their heads.

"Boss, the wreckage of Poison Wolf Star Kou's shuttle is there. After the preliminary inspection of this planet, it is judged that no individual life was detected. They must be dead!"

The man with the gold spectacles held up his glasses, with a proud face, he walked up to Chang Lianhu, and complicated information was scrolling on the instrument in his hand.

You know, he is a rare think-tank talent among the Star Bandits. He controls the assembly technology with one hand, and is superior to the Star Bandits. He is not inferior to those greenhouse flowers from the University of Science and Technology.

He said that there is no life, so there is no life!
"Um?!"

Suddenly, in the midst of the flashes, a dark-faced primitive man suddenly appeared, hugged Zonglianhu, and wept with joy: "Finally, it's your turn again!"

Chang Mianhu's face was dull, and he looked straight at the man in the gold-rimmed glasses with terrified eyes.

Is this your fucking inanimate body? !

Is this person a ghost? !
However, what the hell is 'again'!
'Crack, click! '

Behind Hu Mianhu, the seven or eight star bandits were shocked. They were holding weapons such as knives, swords, or spears. However, the ends of these weapons had a black engraved handle. Among them, there were Violent molecular decay reactions.

"Let go boss!"

"you dare!"

"Boss, don't be afraid, I'm coming!"

One after another roared, but Sikong let go of his beard casually, and looked at the crowd with doubts: "It's just a hello..."

"Forehead……"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what it meant, they turned their faces, after all they had seen strong winds and waves, and waved their hands, motioning for everyone to back down.

"You are..." The man with a strange face frowned.

"Oh, I accidentally fell here half a year ago, I hope I can take your shuttle to leave, I must be very grateful!"

Sikong looked sincere and had a sad expression.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

He continued casually with a straight face, "Then, have you seen anyone else? Oh, it's this scrapped shuttle..."

"Oh, so it's them!"

Sikong suddenly realized, patted his forehead, without hesitation, turned around resolutely, pointed to a low-lying place in the distance and said loudly: "You mean those five liars? It's right under that low-lying place!"

The voice came through the wind, and the five men were stunned, as ugly as if they had eaten flies.

Although it was already expected that there was something wrong with this kid's plan, but...

You betrayed me too quickly. Why don't you hesitate a little to increase your credibility? !

　Please push...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)