The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Amedeo gritted his teeth and spit out five words: "Turn me over!"

"Yes, sir."

Camillo dawdled for a while, but he really obeyed the order and turned around, but not long after, his hands started to move again.

Until the smell of musk floated in the air, Amedeo's veins burst out almost instantly, he turned over and grabbed both of Camillo's hands, and pressed them upwards on the head of the bed. The electronic handcuffs scanned the implicated items and released two A tentacle of light wrapped itself around the headpost.

The waistband of a certain person was still untied, but his hands were tied to the head of the bed and he could not move. He licked his lips in a very unsatisfactory manner, and then looked at Amedeo innocently: "You said you would not abuse criminals. But abuse of the highest order..."

While he was talking, the other party's knee had already touched his important part, and a threatening voice came from above: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I will destroy you?"

Camelot: "..."

Amedeo grabbed his collar: "Answer my question honestly, do you remember what happened after the big bang?"

"I don't remember." He replied extremely calmly, not like lying.

"Did you take any drugs before driving the mech?"

Camillo was a little surprised: "How is this possible? At best, it's just some stimulants, you know...the kind used to entertain the body and mind on the black market."

Amedeo felt a sudden pain in his temple, especially when he recalled that after the big bang, he took Camillo to his mecha cabin, and what happened afterwards made him even more at a loss... and this man didn't remember up!

He stood up with a sullen face, and put on his military uniform one by one, "I'll go out to patrol."

"Hey, what about me?"

Camillo's hands were handcuffed to the head of the bed, and little Luoluo was still exposed to the cold wind blowing outside.

Amedeo walked over step by step with graceful steps, and then pulled up the quilt to cover Camillo. Under the gentle movements, his voice was as cold as usual: "Sleep peacefully."

He left after a while, and Camillo was the only one left in the bedroom. He opened his eyes and checked every corner of the room carefully, but found no camera.

That's right, which captain would install a monitor in his room.

He turned over and lay face down on the bed, a silver light flashed from the cuff, he pulled out a long and thin mixing spoon, which he stole in the restaurant, and he buried the pointed end in the handcuffs The keyhole, find the place where the spirit is connected to the device, pound it suddenly, the light of the spirit tentacles suddenly weakens a lot, then flickers twice, and finally disappears, so the voltage device of the spirit induction is the same Failed.

He jumped off the bed, first zipped up his trousers, and then looked around in the room. There was no handcuff key, no weapon, and the only thing he could make do with was a silver table knife, but for him Words are enough, how can people tell whether they are wearing real knives or tableware in times of crisis?

He packed up his equipment and came to the porthole of the ship, only to see the vast starry universe outside, with several conspicuous and beautiful planets surrounding the spaceship not far away, and he could roughly determine his position based on these alone , his smile looked icy cold under the twilight of the star sea.

Crew, say goodbye to your destination, James.

A black figure flashed out from the door, and the patrolling guard in the corridor was suddenly pressed against the neck with a knife, his eyes widened in shock, and then he elbowed the back of the neck suddenly, before he could make any sound Fainted to death, Camillo dragged him to a corner that was not easy to find, and continued to grope forward.

He judged the direction of the cockpit by pointing to the map for escape at the stairs. As a cutting-edge killer, he could easily deal with a few unsuspecting non-commissioned officers. Along the way, he harvested a companion magnetic card and a baton , He didn't choose a machine gun, because it was too noisy, and it was inconvenient to operate under the restraint of handcuffs.

Next, he broke into the cab with a magnetic card, swung his baton over and dealt with the big man in the driver's seat, "Now you can also taste the voltage." He sneered.

He unlocked the operating system with the opponent's fingerprint, sent a string of secret codes, and then opened the fuel reserve, choosing to discard the fuel bottle.

System Warning: Discard unused fuel bottles?

Choose: Yes.

All he has to do is to wait for his behavior to be discovered, and he can just raise his hands and capture him obediently. Colonel Amedeo, as a qualified soldier who prioritizes missions, will never kill his escort prisoner.

Things were just as he expected. Amedeo was furious when he found out, but he didn't do anything. He just sent someone to escort him to the cell and guard him strictly.

But the remaining fuel is not enough for them to fly to James star, and the communication instrument is also destroyed. They must find a nearby planet to land, purchase fuel and repair the communication equipment, and within their target range, there is only one that is too poor Miserable asteroid.

The desolate land had no end in sight, and Amedeo even wondered if there really was a population of tens of thousands as mentioned in the data.

After landing, he ordered non-commissioned officers to lead his men to go to the field to investigate, leaving some people to repair the damaged communication equipment. As for Camillo—seeing his lazy appearance, he must have malicious intentions, Amedeo decided to No more similar mistakes were allowed, so he decided to guard Camillo himself.

The two took a patrol car together, and the patrol car turned on the automatic driving mode and drove to the sandy loess, and found an inhabited village under intelligent screening.

Amedeo dragged Camillo out of the car, escorted him into the village, and found out that there was only one shop here. Although there was no fuel for sale, at least some simple communicators and parts were sold, which were still useful.

When he was about to go to the shop with Camillo, an egg suddenly flew out from the side and hit Camillo with a clatter.

"He's that killer! According to the news, he killed the prime minister candidate of Star James." The woman selling vegetables burst into a sharp and shocked voice.

"Yes, he looks so familiar."

"It's him, there's no mistake, it's the condemned prisoner!" The man from the blacksmith shop ran out holding a hammer, staring at Amedeo and asked, "Who are you, and why are you with him?"

Amedeo's eyebrows moved slightly, and his right hand held the handle of the gun vigilantly: "I am the officer in charge of escorting him to trial."

"Trial? It's been said on the news that he is the prisoner. This kind of person should be sentenced to death. Kill him!" This call stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone gathered around as if they were joining in the fun, regardless of their acquaintances. Camillo, who still didn't know him, clamored to execute the man on the spot.

Camillo narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he heard everyone shouting his name, he smiled sarcastically, "So I'm so famous."

"Shut up!" Amedeo protected him behind him, and pulled out his gun, "This man must be escorted to the court. Before that, no one can hurt him!"

A woman screamed: "So you and him are accomplices!"

"Accomplice!" "It's an accomplice!"

The villagers shouted angrily, picked up stones and threw them at them.

Amedeo pulled Camillo back again and again. Out of humanitarianism, he was not allowed to shoot at these people, and out of military code, he was not allowed to hurt Camillo.

Seeing that they were about to retreat, the villagers ran over to occupy their patrol car, and rushed up to climb on the roof of the car as if they were watching something rare.

"Heh..." Camillo sneered, "Stupid people believe everything the news says."

"But you did kill someone!" Amedeo said angrily, but at this moment his anger came more from the villagers in front of him. Driven by these shameless robbers, he had to pull Camillo back to the village On the edge of the lake, there is a desert of loess accumulation in front of you.

Amedeo turned on the communication link on his body, and his subordinates would come to pick them up after receiving the signal, maybe half an hour, maybe several hours.

Camillo said: "No one who is murdered by the killer is innocent. You should know this kind of thing better than me. The candidate for the prime minister is an order issued after hundreds of fundraising, and the price is outrageously low. Who Would have assassinated a government figure for that little money, but I took it."

"Why?" Amedeo looked into his dark eyes.

"Because..." He raised the corners of his lips slyly, and leaned into Amedeo's ear and said, "I was in a good mood that day."

Amedeo gritted his teeth angrily, "People like you deserve to be expelled."

"You can kill me, no one here knows." Camillo said.

"My mission is..."

"Mission! Mission!" Camillo interrupted him. "You've always been bound by this thing, you can't do what you want, like sleeping with women, or being...men."

Amedeo turned around sullenly, not even bothering to give him a look.

Camillo continued: "With your skills, why don't you consider joining my killer organization? Our boss will definitely like you."

Amedeo pointed out the loopholes in his words seriously: "The underground assassin organization is run by the Solomon family, and you are the owner of Solomon's family!"

Camillo laughed, and he walked over step by step until he was close to his back: "That's why I said, the boss will definitely like you."