Tough Warrior in Galaxy

62 Flame

The abandoned hut carries a sense of abandonment. For example, the former owner of this house may have left his home for some reason, leaving behind a mess and rusty light screen.

    The dim energy lamp couldn't light up the whole room, and even the range of light shining on, even Qin Luo and Ye Mingyu did not have enough places to rely on, but this did not affect them at all.

    Ye Mingyu gently leaned his head on Qin Luo's shoulder, and Qin Luo, who had been on the top of Mount Tai without changing his color, had hot cheeks, his hands intertwined in front of him, and he was a little at a loss.

    In this posture, the two stayed up till dawn. When the sun shone on Hank Star the next day, the whole metal city fell into silence. They no longer saw the busy people who came out before, and there were no vendors shouting along the street. It seems that after experiencing the panic of last night, this city hasn't slowed down.

    Ye Mingyu slowly raised his head and looked at Qin Luo, who was tired but afraid to sleep. Qin Luo touched his nose, stood up, and walked to the door to look out. There was no pedestrian outside, some just because Soldiers who fell drunk on the side of the street after revelry.

    The people of Hank Star locked the door tightly. They sat at home nervously, struggling uneasily. The search last night seemed normal, but in fact, the entire metal city was made by such a rough and malicious search. Almost everyone was ransacked by crazy soldiers, leaving a little synthetic food on the table, just enough to survive.

    Dozens of women have been assaulted by soldiers. The screams and helpless cries resounded in every street. At some point, the soldiers were no longer the guardians of the country. They were likely to become bloody servants. , And the hooligan who do no evil.

    Opening the door gently, Qin Luo needed to go out to find something to eat. He explained a few words to Ye Mingyu, quickly ran out of the house, swiftly walked along the street, and came to a breakfast shop.

    The breakfast shop, which was full of diners yesterday, is silent today. The door is tightly closed. The boss does not seem to have the desire to do business.

    After hesitating, Qin Luo knocked on the door gently. The room was deadly silent. Qin Luo knocked again without giving up, knowing that cough in the room sounded, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face. Open the door.

    Qin Luo was taken aback for a moment because he was not the owner of the breakfast shop. When he and Ye Mingyu passed by here yesterday, he paid special attention to the fact that the owner of this breakfast shop is a fat man with a blushing face and famous hands. The yelling sound was enough to penetrate several streets.

    "Do business today." The middle-aged Scarlet said coldly, and then he wanted to close the door.

    Qin Luo pressed the door and smiled: "Boss, do me a favor, I'm really hungry."

    The middle-aged Scarred man tried to close the door hard, but Qin Luo's hand was full of strength like steel. He looked at Qin Luo in amazement, "Are you not from Hank Star?"

    "I came to travel with friends yesterday, but we caught up with the chase all the way. We were scared to hide in the hotel all night." Qin Luo lied.

    "Come in!" The middle-aged Scar opened the door.

    Qin Luo walked into the room. It was dark inside. An energy lamp was emitting dim light, flashing brightly. The ground was not dry as expected, but with a sticky thing, like water. It's like synthetic oil again.

    His nose moved, Qin Luo frowned slightly, he raised the crystal, and an alloy dagger was hidden in his sleeve on his right hand. The smell was familiar to him, it was human blood!

    Abruptly, the scarred middle-aged man suddenly pulled out an ion gun and pointed it at Qin Luo's head. Qin Luo's body was shaken and he said lightly, "Friend, I just want to have a meal."

    A dazzling energy lamp was turned on. At least five or six injured men stood around Qin Luo. They were wearing ordinary clothes, but they had a chilling aura. On the ground, the original fat boss was already He was shot headshot and blood flowed all over the floor.

    "Who are you, don't say I killed you." The middle-aged Scarred said coldly.

    Qin Luo shrugged and slowly raised his hand: "Several people, I am really a diner who came over for dinner."

    "The whole city was under martial law last night. The civilians were even snatched from the pendant hanging around their necks. You still have money to eat breakfast?" The middle-aged man wanted to pull the trigger.

    "Several people, your reason is too reluctant." Qin Luo laughed and said, without the slightest tension.

    "The reason is reluctant. What's the matter with the alloy dagger hidden in the sleeve of the shirt?" Scarface pulled Qin Luo's hand away and drew the dagger from it.

    "Go out, defend yourself!" Qin Luo answered calmly.

    An injured man on the side said coldly: "Captain, don't talk nonsense with him, just kill."

    Just as Scar Man was about to pull the trigger, Qin Luo turned around abruptly, squeezing the opponent's hand directly with his right hand, and gently pressing, the opponent screamed in pain, and the ion gun in his hand fell into Qin Luo's hand.

    Playing with the ion gun, Qin Luo said lightly: "Everyone, it's time for me to ask you."

    "If you want to kill, kill, you Illivion's running dog!" The Scar Man responded stiffly.

    Qin Luo was taken aback for a moment, "Are you a flame?"

    Scar's face changed wildly, and several people hurriedly denied: "No!"

    Qin Luo threw the ion gun on the table and sat down slowly. He looked at these people and smiled: "I am here to save you Hank this time."

    "Who are you?" Scarface asked warily.

    "My name is Qin Luo!"

    "Qin Luo who exiled the Star Territory?" Scarface was a little uncertain.

    Qin Luo nodded, and the people with Scarface heaved a sigh of relief. He looked at Qin Luo and smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I was offended just now."

    "Do you know me?" Qin Luo was a little surprised.

    "Of course we have heard of the first planet to declare war on the empire. Not only that, we also know some bad rumors about you." Scarface smiled.

    Qin Luo touched his nose: "It's about the m******e of civilians."

    Several people laughed, many of the members of these flame troops were the first to follow Kong Jiangshan, and the younger group would regularly go to the military outside the planet to experience. They were all soldiers who had experienced war, and they were good at killing civilians. This matter, I don't mind at all.

    In times of war, civilians are the most innocent, but they are also the most vulnerable. Sometimes in order to achieve their goals, civilians have almost become necessary victims.

    Qin Luo kicked the dead fat boss and asked, "What's the matter?"

    Scar's middle-aged man showed incomparable anger on his face: "It was this dog's day who took refuge in Yiliweien and reported to them where we were hiding. The entire flame team was almost wiped out."

    Qin Luo nodded clearly, he stood up and said, "Everyone, follow me to exile the starfield."

    Scar's middle-aged man looked embarrassed: "We still have many injured brothers hiding."

    Qin Luo waved his hand: "It's okay. My troops are about to arrive. As long as they arrive, they can wipe out the enemy troops on the planet Hank. When that happens, you will just call in."

    Scarface was in ecstasy, and the few looked at each other and knelt on one knee: "Fire Team, see your lord!"