"Mr. Camus." Eric was a little excited. This was indeed Camus, the God of War.
Sure enough, he did not die in the attack of the mechanical tribe, but Eric was still confused as to why Camus appeared here, and why was he sitting in a wheelchair?
As for Lin Lin pushing the wheelchair, Eric selectively ignored it. How important could a person pushing a wheelchair have? Could he be a big shot?
Then, under Eric's doubtful gaze, Camus looked up at Lin Lin, who was ignored by Eric, and asked, "Master Lin, what do you want to do with them?"
Master Lin? Eric suddenly had a bad idea in his mind. Could it be that the Young Master Lin that Camus mentioned was the Lin Lin who was brought back by them before?
His eyes slowly moved upward, and Eric saw that handsome and extremely familiar face. It was the Lin Lin in his memory, the Young Master Lin in Camus' mouth.
At this time, Lin Linzheng looked at Eric with a smile.
"Eric, long time no see." Lin Lin said with a smile.
In fact, Lin Lin had a pretty good impression of Eric. After all, everything he did at that time was for the Qixing Clan. The reason why Lin Lin was dissatisfied with them and refused to help was because of Phils. That woman was simply Incomprehensible.
If he hadn't been strong enough in combat, he would have been accused of being a spy of the mechanical race and then shot to death randomly.
Thinking of this, Lin Lin suddenly felt a surge of unknown anger in his heart.
Although Phils had been beaten to death by Lin Lin with a few punches, Lin Lin was absolutely convinced that the price did not seem to be high. If he had known that he should not have killed her in the first place, it would have been better to let her live as a cripple.
"Alas." Lin Lin sighed. Sure enough, he was still a little too kind sometimes.
"Don't let them stay on the battleship, this is my only request." Lin Lin looked at Eric and others with pity.
It's not that Lin Lin doesn't want to help them, but because they see him killing Phils, even if they don't say it, they will have thoughts in their hearts. Lin Lin is worried about what it will do to other Qixing if they stay on the battleship. impact on the tribe.
To put it bluntly, Lin Lin wants obedient people. He can accept different opinions from his, but he absolutely cannot accept the existence of subordinates who may betray him at any time.
"I... Got it." Camus shook his head gently. He originally wanted Eric and the others to stay on the battleship, but now that Lin Lin said this, he did not leave Eric and the others. There is no way to stay.
Although Lin Lin was very kind to Camus and his fellow Qixing clan members, this did not mean that Camus could violate Lin Lin's will.
After all, Camus is just a refugee attached to Lin Lin.
"Eric, you also heard it. Although I don't know what happened between you and Master Lin, but you can't stay here." Camus looked at Eric and others with regretful eyes.
"Why doesn't he let us stay here? I want to see the captain here, and I don't believe he can represent the captain."
Eric did not speak, but a survivor next to him spoke angrily: "Where is the captain? I want to see the captain. I believe that the captain will never agree with what he said."
Hearing this, Camus was angry and funny. He was already a Galaxy-level pilot, but you, who have come to join Lin Lin, actually dare to speak in such a tone? I simply don’t know how to write the word death.
He turned around and glanced at Lin Lin. Fortunately, he didn't see any displeasure on Lin Lin's face. Otherwise, Camus' words would be of no use. The crew here would probably swarm him when they saw Lin Lin's displeasure. , tearing the speaker into pieces.
Although Eric didn't speak, it was easy to tell from the expression on his face that what this man said was exactly what Eric thought, but it just didn't come out of his mouth.
"Alas." Camus sighed heavily. Eric and the others were really hopeless now. If Eric stopped the man from talking, he could still find a way to get some resources for them. At least he could Let them get through this difficult time.
But now, Lin Lin, the real boss, has been offended to death. Not to mention resources, it's a good thing that Lin Lin didn't directly order them to be blasted down.
"Camus, as soon as possible." Lin Lin said lightly, without any other reaction, or in other words, these people did not deserve any other reaction from him.
"Okay." Camus nodded, and then said to Eric: "You should go back. Master Lin Lin is the captain of this battleship. He has already said that he cannot leave you here, and I have nothing else. There’s a way.”
After saying that, Camus turned his head, unwilling to look at these former compatriots again. He was afraid that if he took one more look, he would be unable to help but plead with Lin Lin to let these people stay.
Hearing Camus' words, Eric and others felt as if they were struck by lightning. Is Lin Lin the captain of this battleship?
In other words, was it really Lin Lin who solved the crisis of the mechanical clan?
Suddenly, Eric felt that he was just like the clown in the circus. If he had stood firmly on Lin Lin's side, maybe he would be standing in Camus's position now.
Unfortunately, there was no if. Everything started from the moment when Phils targeted Lin Chu and Eric chose to remain silent, today's result was destined.
Eric took two steps back weakly. If the person behind him hadn't reached out to hold him, he would have fallen to the ground.
"Let's... go back." Eric said weakly. If they had known that this battleship belonged to Lin Lin, how could they act like clowns?
"Alas." Camus could only sigh when he saw this. If you want to blame them, it's probably because they didn't make a good choice.
Afterwards, the survivors helped the weak Eric back to the spacecraft. The spacecraft also left the battleship amidst the laughter of the crew, but they did not go towards Yexulu Planet, but towards Qixing Clan. The original ancestral star Noxlington flew away,
It seems that they do not want to return to Yexlu Planet to embarrass themselves.
"Sad?" Lin Lin brought a can of beer and handed it to Camus, looking at Camus curiously, while he himself drank the juice.
No matter how many times he drank alcohol, Lin Lin just couldn't get used to it, and it always tasted a bit weird.
Camus raised his head and took a big sip. It would be a lie to say he was not sad. After all, they were members of his own race. Camus naturally hoped that one more person could survive.
"Don't worry too much, it's all their choice and has nothing to do with you." Lin Lin patted Camus on the shoulder.
Then, Lin Lin's watch suddenly rang, and a message came into view.
Some people died, but not completely...
