"Who are you? What is that instrument?"
In fact, Loken had great doubts about the mysterious man Lataxin from the beginning, but the other party almost never took the initiative to speak, and rarely took other actions. In addition, Rozim always made fun of him, so Loken The doubts have always been in my heart.
But today's scene made him unable to bear it.
This person is definitely not an ordinary person, and may not even be a human being!
But Lataxin ignored him as before, and then Rozim spoke.
"Don't ask anymore, I have to think about how to deal with this thing."
With that said, he stepped forward and kicked the opponent lightly.
"Hey, do you understand human language?"
The Hrud man on the ground opened his eyes, first glanced at Lataxin in fear, and then spoke Gothic with a strange accent, but he could barely understand it.
"Listen...understand."
"As long as you can speak human language, why did you sneak onto our ship? Who appointed you? What is your purpose!"
"Disaster...whirlpool...escape..."
"Hiss, you mean you were in trouble?"
"yes."
As he said that, the Hrud stood up, and then Rozim realized that the other person was really quite tall, almost as tall as himself.
"What's your name."
"Kawa...Quero."
"Now, Chuanquluo, you have also seen that I saved you. According to the common moral principles of this galaxy, I am your savior, and you have to repay me."
The Hrud looked at Rozim in bewilderment. It had almost no dealings with humans, let alone a "superior" who came up like this and asked for rewards. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.
After holding it in for a while, it stuttered and said:
"Boat...property...destroyed...nothing..."
"Tsk."
Rozim frowned and turned to look at Loken.
"What is this He? Does it have any specialties or skills?"
"Yes, the Hrud have a weapon called the Hrud Flintlock. This is a plasma weapon based on subspace technology. It is occasionally sold on the empire's black market and is also very popular.... ..This weapon uses an as-yet-ununderstood principle to phase plasma bullets between the physical universe and the Warp, so that any attack originating from a Hrudd flintlock will bypass the target's defenses. , favored by Assassins or Inquisitors despite their unpredictable nature, but if damaged, cannot be repaired by human hands."
Loken turned to look at the Hrud.
"Can you make a gun?"
The other person hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Okay, then I will allow you to stay on the ship and build some big guns for travel expenses. When you leave this place, you can go wherever you want, and I won't force you to stay."
The Hrud named Chuanquillo looked at Rozim, seeming to be thinking, then crossed his arms and nodded.
"Agree...to cooperate."
At this moment, Lataxin made an unexpected move. He suddenly pulled out the long knife on the ground, then spread his legs and ran towards the open hatch on one side at an extremely fast speed.
Arriving at the door, he paused for a moment, then plunged in.
Loken seemed to have discovered something, and looked at the door in confusion.
"It's weird...when did you open it?"
About ten minutes after Rozim and others returned to the bridge, the naked Ratashin returned. However, it was very rare that Rozim saw the "expression" on the other person's face. Although it was blocked by black sunglasses, he It can still be judged that this mysterious old man seems to be a little confused.
After Ratasin entered the bridge, he came directly to Loken, and then pointed to the screen beside him.
"Look at the cargo hold monitoring and adjust it to the time when the rescue capsule was just salvaged."
At this time Rozim also came over.
"Hey, hey, what's going on? By the way, can you put on your clothes first? Put on some underwear at least, and swing them around... if other people see it like this, they'll think we're having some kind of party."
Lataxin ignored him and just looked at the picture on the screen.
Loken was also watching, looking frame by frame, but still found nothing.
"stop!"
Lataxin suddenly reached out and pressed the pause button.
Everyone gathered around to watch, and finally saw that there seemed to be a pale white shadow next to the rescue cabin, which was like a normal electric current disorder. If you didn't pay special attention, you wouldn't notice it at all, but now after being pointed out by Lataxin, , everyone finally realized something.
Lataxin stared at it for a long time, then turned to Chuanquero and spoke a very special language.
After Chuanquluo was stunned for a moment, he also answered him in this language.
The two chattered for a while, but Rozim was still confused.
"What? Lataxin, are you talking to him? Is there something wrong with this?"
Rataxin turned to look at Rozim and said calmly:
"I asked him how his boat was destroyed and he said it seemed like it was hit hard by something."
"Then what?"
"Then... something should have entered the ship under the cover of the entropy field and left on our way to the cargo hold."
"ah!?"
Everyone was shocked, and Loken immediately activated all the surveillance equipment in the ship, but Rataxin continued:
"Don't waste your efforts. I can't find it, and it's impossible for you to find it, but it shouldn't have any malicious intentions. Maybe it just wants to take our ship into Comoros... Just pretend that nothing happened."
After hearing this, Rozim nodded. Since Rataxin was so serious about his matter, there was no reason not to trust each other. After all, judging from the last adventure, the two brothers should be very reliable.
"Okay, Lorcan, don't be surprised and keep sailing."
Not long after the incident ended, their ship also arrived at a node entering Comoros. Because the network here was very narrow, the node was also very small. It was controlled by the Silver Fang conspiracy and collected some tolls.
At the same time, they also obeyed the orders of Overlord Viktor, checking people entering and leaving to prevent "Chaos spies" from sneaking into Comoros.
Fortunately, Rozim was well prepared and had customized a perfect identity for himself.
"...The pirate leader of the Blue Copper Galaxy, with a bounty of 300 million, 'Three-Legged' Jeremy Leper Aguinaga?"
A low-level Dark Eldar officer glanced at the wanted notice from the Empire in his hand in confusion, and then at Rozim, who had a sinister face.
There is no difference between the person on the wanted poster and the person in front of him. It can only be said that there is no connection at all. At the very least, the guy on the wanted poster has a mohawk and a face full of pockmarks. No matter how you look at it, he is not the same person.
"That's not right, ape, don't you have any pockmarks on your face?"
Rozim rolled up his sleeves and patted his old face.
"Who the hell stipulated that people with leprosy must have pockmarks on their faces!"
"Uh... It seems so, but you guys look basically different."
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