And when Zemo opened his eyes, he found that he was no longer in the Colosseum.And the abnormal vibration under his body made him immediately understand where he was.

He was on the spaceship, and when his eyes swept around, there were countless corpses in sight.They were not breathing, and were piled up on the spaceship in a mess. From this direction, Zemo could see the cockpit outside the glass through the gaps in the pile of corpses.

There were probably two corpses on top of him, one belonged to a blue-skinned person with similar physical characteristics to humans, and the other belonged to a grotesque dwarf. They should all have died in the Colosseum, with blood all over their bodies. , and have varying degrees of physical disabilities.

Maybe Zemo was judged to be useless or not live long when he was still alive, so he was thrown here as a corpse.

Zemo pushed the body away, and stepped over the wreckage step by step to the front of the cockpit.

[I can open the door] He thought, trying to use that unfamiliar power, and stretched out his hand imitating Kylo Ren's posture.

Facts have proved that his strength is indeed very unstable.In an ideal situation, he should have unlocked the door and entered the cab; but now, under his unskilled use of the Force, the door began to slowly shatter.

There's nothing Zemo can do to change anything now, and in fact, the door is already collapsing under gravity before he starts to realize that the Force is doing something more drastic.The only pilot of the spaceship turned his head to look at him. Zemo couldn't see his expression, because he was wearing a full set of white armor. Although it was a bit worn out, it did not prevent him from being a soldier of the First Order.

There is no co-pilot in the spacecraft, which is very unusual.Zemo speculates that perhaps the insignificance of the errand led to this result.

Before the First Order soldier even picked up his gun, Zemo was planning to do something with the Force.

It seems to be instinct, or Zemo is more inclined to another reason - something put this idea in his mind, he looked at the soldier in white armor, and said word by word -

"You'll take me to a remote place," he paused.

Zemo landed in the desert. At the moment of landing, he saw the driver's body shake violently, and then he began to look for weapons - and all the weapons that could be used for attack had been collected on Zemo's body.

"What's under your mask?" Zemo asked.

The soldier began to struggle, and Zemo mobilized the force to press him on the seat so that he could not move. He lifted the soldier's helmet, and a young man with blue eyes appeared under the helmet. He stared at Zemo, his face flushed, There were tears in his eyes.

"So you are a living human being." Zemo said, "Those in the white armor in the First Order fleet are all human beings. I always guessed that you would be machines."

"We are not machines!" the blue-eyed youth shouted at him.

"So besides this armor, is there anything else you can identify?" Zemo asked.

The young man was silent, and he blinked his eyes. "I suspected that too," he said, "and that's why I'm here now, doing the dirty work of dumping corpses for people in the army, instead of fighting on the main battleship."

"Do you have a name then?" Zemo asked. "Have you ever had family? Or were you born in a special way?"

"I don't know, I have no family, but I don't know how I was born." The young man said, "I have been in the First Order since I was a child, trained and raised as a stormtrooper. Before I started to question the First Order."

"You're stupid enough," Zemo said, "to ask questions out of your mouth."

"My friend died, and I was so sad and angry that I questioned my superiors in public. I was dispatched to do odd jobs here, and I was discriminated against at the bottom." The young man said, "I can't break away from the first order or I will be killed. In fact , any direction is a dead end for me."

"Do you have a name?"

"I have a number."

"So each of you has no name, only a number."

"Yes. But I gave myself a name." The young man said, "Although I may never use it in my life, it is still very happy to think that I am a person with a name. Although it is nothing significance."

"What's your name?"

"I call myself Ben." The young man said, "To pay tribute to a Jedi master. I was taught that he is evil since I was a child, but you know, who knows if those words are true or not."

"Ben, that's a good name." Zemo said, "So, Ben, now you want to go down with me and take a look? You drove the spaceship to a remote place, and I don't know where it is."

"I can't go down in this," said Ben, "I'll be recognized right away."

Zemo looked at the body in the warehouse.

"No," said Ben, "this is disgusting."

"I feel that the clothes smell bad," Ben said with a wrinkled face as he pulled his clothes and smelled them outside the spaceship.

The least blood-stained clothing that could be found on the boat belonged to a man who was beginning to decompose, and he was much smaller than himself, so that his clothes were worn on himself, leaving a large part of his arms and legs exposed.

"Do you know this place?" Zemo asked.

Ben was still sniffing his clothes in distaste, and when he heard Zemo speak, he raised his head and said, "I know what I did when I was controlled by you—are you a Jedi? I just felt the force of the force." Power, that's awesome."

"I'm not, I'm just a force sensitive person." Zemo explained, "Where is this?"

"Culkins, the empire's mine." Ben said, "But it was abandoned a long time ago. No good ore can be mined here, and I have never heard of anyone living here."

"Is there any infrastructure?" Zemo asked.

"Maybe there's some stuff left of people living in the mine, but I'm not sure how much damage has been done," Ben replied.

"Are the mines densely distributed?"

"It's quite dense, and you can meet one within a few hours of walking." Ben said, "This planet has almost been hollowed out by the empire, and there are mines everywhere."

"Several hours are not short," Zemo looked at the sky. "How many corpses are there in the spaceship? Let's move them down."

"No, I don't want to live on the spaceship." Ben's face became even more ugly.

Of course, he never had the power to choose.

When Zemo connected with Kylo Ren again, the other party was hacking the console.

He first felt a violent shake in the spiritual world, and then he stood still on the ground, and saw a man in a black robe and a familiar mask swinging a lightsaber and slashing towards the console.Lightning and sparks erupted from the console immediately, and Zemo saw the little officer beside him tremble in fright.

Before Zemo made a sound, Kylo Ren found him. He took the lightsaber and slashed towards Zemo. The lightsaber passed through Zemo's waist, and the face of the little officer next to Zemo turned pale with fright. , but dare not move.

"You know you can't hit me with a lightsaber," Zemo said.

"Grand Kylo Ren..." the little officer said—

"Shut up." Kylo Ren said, not knowing who he was talking to.

"So what happened?" Zemo looked at the tattered console, "The target escaped? Was it defeated? Hux and you bickered? There's no sugar in the black tea at noon today?"

Kylo Ren put down his lightsaber and walked quickly towards the bridge, but Zemo didn't follow because he knew he would be by Kylo Ren's side again soon.

So here it is, he's in Kylo Ren's room, and Kylo Ren is wearing the helmet and facing him.

"The spaceship of the rebel army has escaped." Kylo Ren said, his voice was distorted by the processing of the helmet.

"Oh, that's frustrating," Zemo said.

Kylo Ren was silent for this reply for a while, and finally he took off his helmet, took a deep breath, and looked at Zemo.

"Why is there blood on your clothes?"

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