The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The girl died silently, her neck was broken, and her body was caught before landing.

Before the girl exhaled her last breath from her lungs, Ariana had already started dragging the body into the maintenance compartment.

The video from the small investigating robot flickered at the edge of her field of vision. A group of three men in full-covered uniforms turned into the passage and talked with deep voices and tired eyes.

She watched them walk through the shadow-covered compartment, and when they walked away, she immediately began to work.

The uniform of the dead girl seemed to fit her well. When she put it on, she felt the rubber seal squeeze over her head. At the same time, she noticed with a detached interest that the clothes were still warm.

She has spent several hours studying the girl's face through the eyes of the investigating robot.

But she still looked at her again, trying to make sure that her facial features could roughly mimic the exhausted state of a dead person's face, while changing the size of her body. She didn't want to be observed carefully and found that it didn't fit.

In the only moment, she can only make a rough estimate of size and body shape, and even in the process of finding the right time to kill the girl, there is an uncomfortable risk of making mistakes.

But she is confident because she is the daughter of Calidus.

Subsequently, she began a routine analysis.

Corollary: 605 seconds to the assembly time of the patrol, and 907 seconds to the presumed deadline to end.

She stood up and walked into the passage. Behind her, the corpse was hidden in the shadow, and some kind of medicine was dissolving her.

It will be discovered, but only a pool of mucus of unknown significance is left.

She began to walk quickly, rushing to the protective gate leading to the assembly area, and the little white hat swayed in her hand.

The entire task is actually messy and lacks accuracy.

She doesn't like this, not at all.

Behind her, four miniature robots following the monitoring channel were suspended in mid-air like flies, making a buzzing sound.

Soon, they landed on her shoulders, and then crawled into her hair. The rest of them had already been hidden. Their silver bodies were attached to the synthetic skin under her uniform, like a larva clinging to the worm's back.

Leaving the shelter is not a problem, but it is also not that simple. Entering an orbital station is a low-level sub-problem, and entering a circle where she can quickly integrate is another factor, but it is not so obvious.

The importance of latent targets is even more important. If they are too important, she may not be able to break away from them, which narrows the range of choices.

The next step is time.

It is very possible that the astral knight will act immediately, and the longer she is delayed in the orbital station, the less likely she will go to the target.

On the other side of the calculation, it is the fact that she is moving quickly, and the mistake of acting in a hurry is like a worm on a corpse.

Go too fast, take too many shortcuts, and her plan may fail.

When all the risk factors reached a critical level, it was the presumed deadline for her to be terminated. After she killed the girl, this deadline was approaching every second.

Inference: According to the patrol assembly time of 581 seconds, the presumed deadline of the end is 883 seconds.

She walked into the assembly area, and under the rigid light of the lighting strips and spotlights, rows of materials and weapons and equipment extended far away.

The exhaust gas from the transport truck soiled the ceiling, the heavy smell of oil wafted in the air, and the sound of metal rang: the click of the metal shell when the bullet belt slid into the magazine, the clang of the crawler over the chalk, The bang of the hatch opening and closing.

Most of the people here are servants of the Astral Knights, and they are preparing nervously for their master's expedition.

She has a glimpse of everything and derives a series of estimates for machines and personnel with an accuracy of 99%.

As a result, Ariana unexpectedly discovered that the level of the astral knights' weapons was astonishingly high, and the ammunition and quantity prepared far exceeded the level of their personnel.

"strangeness--"

"Which department are you from?"

Hearing the sound, she looked around, blinked quickly, and found that a man in a gray and green uniform was looking down at her.

Military rank badge, lieutenant, department, logistics.

She realized that she hadn't answered yet, so she spoke.

"Benita Mars, a first-level correspondent, belongs to the third communication department of the Unbound Soul."

She took a breath, then thought about it, then added:

"I was on vacation before and I am now preparing to return to my post."

The lieutenant sighed, frowned and condensed his bloodshot eyes.

The assassin immediately analyzed his physical characteristics, 78% may have chronic insomnia, 56% may have weakened motor function and extreme perception ability, and 34% may——

"Have you taken the medicine?"

The girl froze for a moment, and the compulsion to look around filled her.

She felt blind, and her attention was limited to the data from her five senses. There might be eyes watching her, her footsteps approaching, and her hand touching the weapon.

So she licked her lips and scanned the lieutenant's face.

"you know……"

A look of embarrassment appeared on the girl's face.

"Want to... find a way to stay in shape."

She once heard a soldier say these things, and then saw him drank a lot of alcohol, which seemed to be an explanation.

The lieutenant stared at her, and after a moment he nodded.

"Let's touch those things less. If you want to be promoted in the future, the passenger lane will go that way and pass the second row."

"thanks."

The girl bowed in salute, but the lieutenant had already walked away.

She suppressed her instinct to run. Instead, she walked as if people were rushing to the road.

In a moment, she saw the shuttle she was going to take.

She had observed it from a distance before and reviewed every detail of these models.

Now, it was as familiar to her as her own hand.

When she hurriedly approached, some people turned their heads to look at her. She examined these faces and found the face whose main facial features matched the commander in her memory~www.readwn.com~ and then saluted.

"I'm leaving soon, go up quickly."

The female officer who was talking had a flat face, her face seemed to be shiny from the mixture of sweat and grease, and her black hair was knotted into lumps.

Lieutenant Kassandra, captain of the ninth logistics detachment of the Unbound Soul.

The female assassin nodded and ran to the shuttle in a small step. The passengers nearby had already begun to enter the hatch, and they were all crew members and officers on the Unbound Soul.

When the engines started, venting the hot exhaust gas into the air, she had found her place.

At the same time, she wrote a string of data in her mind, and these data will be sent to another group of people on the neighboring planet by a secret device installed in the orbital station in half an hour.

[After about 30 standard Terra hours, the fleet of the Astral Knights will depart]

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