Chapter 607

"How is she?"

"Generally, not very good."

As he answered, the medicine was injected into the soft abdomen, and the dilated purple blood vessels around it stabilized again in the shaking. They were like weeds sown with pesticides, withering quickly and retreating to the core of the spike.

But the purple blood vessels there, as well as their base camp, the poisonous spike made people helpless. The technician took out the injection and reached out to search in the medical bag spread out on the ground. The hunter sat at the head of the sofa on the side, looking at Yeta lying on it.

As the medicine was injected, her originally painful expression calmed down a little, but her rumbling chest still showed potential pain, and the virus was developing deep into her blood vessels.

On the morning after they left the swamp, Yeta's condition suddenly worsened. The venom suddenly launched a swift attack, breaking through the line of defense formed by the inhibitors and attacking her heart and lungs. Fortunately, the technician responded in time and injected all the existing inhibitors and therapeutic drugs into her body, barely stabilizing the situation.

Yeta regained her composure, and her life was saved again, but this might be the last time. Almost all of the technician's drugs were used up, and even some of the team's self-reserve was used up to hold on until now. If she had another attack, I'm afraid she would be dead.

"We must find a way to solve the problem as soon as possible. The infection in the subspace is difficult to solve with conventional physical methods. We need the help of psychic energy." The technician matched the potion and pointed to the slave girl who was sleeping in the corner of the carriage. She was wrapped in a blanket and talking in her sleep.

When she fell asleep, the hunter could see her face clearly. The shy girl had been trying hard to cover her face, making it difficult for the hunter to see clearly. At first, he thought that there was a hidden corruption or mutation on her face, but when he looked carefully now, he found that it was completely a fantasy.

The girl was in good health, without any signs of mutation. The small freckles on her brown face rose and fell with her heavy breathing. She was not a beautiful girl, but not ugly either.

Her soft chest like jelly was hidden under the chest of the skirt, close together, revealing a thin line.

She also had a pair of legs that were much longer than those of human girls of the same age. When she slept, her legs were crossed and close together. The thighs and calves of her long legs were well-proportioned, and her hips were well-proportioned and full of lines.

If she wore black leather boots, a pair of white knee-high socks that set off her skin tone, and her tall figure, she would surely charm many people.

And the most noticeable thing about her was the ears on both sides of her head. The hunter looked at the ears carefully. Compared with normal people, the ears were more slender, and the ends of the ears were particularly sharp, like the tip of a spear.

"At least this way, we can be sure that what she said is true. There are indeed psychics here. She and her people in the carriage all know how to use psychic powers to a certain extent, so no serious mutations have occurred."

"Have you checked it out?"

"Yes, I scanned her while she was sleeping. Her gene spiral is unexpectedly stable, without serious mutations, but there seems to be something else."

"Other things?" The hunter asked. The technician handed the data version to the hunter, which showed the results of last night's work. The hunter looked at the spiral tree compared with human genes. There were indeed some subtle differences. In the physiological links of managing star metabolism and brain nerve reaction speed at the end, her genes are more sensitive than humans.

Just like a sensitive tentacle extending from the ground, the reaction speed of its nerve arc is even comparable to that of Astartes, which means that her reaction speed is far faster than that of ordinary people, but the disadvantage is that her body strength and bones cannot adapt to the strength of her body functions, so her performance is still not beyond the scope of humans.

But this does not mean that she is born like this. If she is properly trained, cultivated, and transformed, the hunter can be sure that she will be an excellent scout, or even.

"She is a good candidate for an assassin." He said, returning the data board to the technician. He looked at the sleeping girl. He knew that she was not really asleep and had noticed that he was looking at her, so he tried to pretend that the action of covering her head with a blanket was a natural reaction, but it could not escape the hunter's observation.

"Indeed, she and her people seem to have split into two closely related branches at a certain point in their evolution. They are still human, but they seem to be not so similar. Some blood similar to ours is mixed in their genes."

"What? Subhuman race?"

"No, it's not clear yet. We know very little about this planet. After the Ministry of Administration rebuilt the order of the planet, it also lacked interest in anything here except minerals, so we don't know."

The technician said, looking at the shy girl. She whimpered softly, and shyly shrank her legs and hid under the quilt. "I will continue to study and observe her. Maybe I can find something we never knew."

"She is not an animal in the zoo for people to watch, nor is she a guinea pig on your test bench. We still need the help of her people." "I know that I will be careful not to anger her, at least not deliberately. "You'd better put aside your thirst for knowledge."

The hunter patted the technician on the shoulder, then bent down and got out of the rear compartment. He got into the cab. The King of Destruction greeted him. He was driving now. This was a job that suited him very well. His Although his brain is not very bright, his strength is strong enough, and those torturous steering and gear changes are a piece of cake in front of him.

The crosshair sat on the edge, he was sleeping there, but the hunter knew he wasn't really sleeping, he always had his sniper rifle in his arms and his finger was close to the trigger so he could hit it the next second if needed A coin a few hundred meters away.

With him here, the hunter doesn't need to worry about anything. He will take good care of the King of Destruction, and at least he won't cause trouble. The hunter turned around and went out from the small door on the back of the cab. He stepped across the gap between the carriage and the cab, and came from below. Jumping over the fast-moving ground, we arrived at the main compartment at the rear.

The slaves were sleeping around, and some were already awake. They found some food left by the war gang in the carriage, which became their breakfast. The slaves sat together, some in a circle, and some Sitting by the window, blowing the cool breeze when dawn comes, tasting the last bit of tranquility before the scorching sun rises.

The hunter walked between them. The carriage was not big, which made the place seem very crowded, but the slaves seemed particularly enthusiastic. When the hunter came, they took the initiative to move their positions to make way for him. They greeted the hunter. , in an unknown local language that the hunter could not understand, but he still nodded to them in response.

Maybe there is a language barrier, but there are still some similarities between humans. You can read emotions on everyone's faces, smiles, anger, annoyance, etc. These can all be seen with both eyes, and the hunter is not wearing any at the moment. He was not wearing a helmet or armor, which exposed his emotions directly to these locals who might be familiar with psychic powers.

They knew that the hunter meant no harm. Some people reached out to touch his arm, stood up and patted his shoulder. A girl also gave him the breakfast she was going to eat. This made the hunter a little embarrassed. This was his first time. Faced with such a situation.

Yarick sat beside the bed at the back of the carriage. Where he leaned, he took advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun to maintain his power claw. It was a huge mechanical arm that had undergone some repairs. The power had been knocked out previously. The claw has been welded and repaired with the help of Echo. Although the work is not satisfactory, it can at least allow the commissar to wield him again.

And everything last night also proved that the power claw did not affect him at all.

"Commissar Yarek."

"hunter."

The two exchanged pleasantries. Yarick did not look at him, but continued to handle his mechanical arm. His human hand deftly held a tool pliers, twisting the screws on the mechanical arm, and tapping the exposed parts. The tiny wires that came out were tucked back under the armor.

The hunter sat in front of Yarick. He leaned against the window and ate a piece of dried meat that the girl gave him. Then he handed one of the pieces to Yarick, "You didn't have breakfast? I don't know." This is some kind of meat, but it tastes pretty good. It’s just that you need to have a better tooth, but I think you won’t have a problem.”

"Do you think my teeth are also made of steel?" Yarick asked without raising his head. He put down the wrench and pushed the outer carapace on the robotic arm with his fingers.

"You have indeed received a lot of grace under the blessing of the Mechanicus. The metal body is better than flesh and blood." "I can hear that you don't agree with this. Hunter, just say what you want to say. I am neither The fanatical followers of the Mechanicus are not those stupid political commissars."

The hunter swallowed the dried meat, and after Yarek did not take the remaining meat, he bit it down himself. "I don't think machines are better than flesh and blood. Maybe they are indeed harder and stronger than the human body, but in many cases , Machinery is more fragile than the human body, and in the face of drastic changes in the environment, metal and steel are not so satisfactory compared to the evolved flesh and blood. "

"Do you believe that the human body is better than steel?" "Yes, if I cut off the cable in your robotic arm with a knife, your hand will not be stronger than mine."

Yarick snorted softly. He raised the mechanical arm and made a fist in front of the hunter. The sharp claws closed together instantly, like two long knives. "Your ideas are different. I know many People, they all believe that machines are better than flesh and blood, and your Iron Hand Colonel Stricken of Catachan has also undergone such transformation. "

"Yes, Iron Hand, he will be more than happy to explain to you the origin of that arm, over and over again, babbling on and on."

"Humph, it sounds like you have something different. I've met many Catachans. They are all keen on telling their adventure stories and glory, and the origin of every scar on their bodies, but you don't, even if you don't. I believe your story is no less than Iron Hand’s.”

"I don't like to show off or tell." The hunter responded silently while sitting at the window, eating dried meat. Some subtle changes flashed across his expression, a little sad, which Yarick captured.

"You are completely different from your compatriots, just like two species from two branches, similar but different. You were kicked out, weren't you?"

The hunter was stunned for a moment, with a smile on his lips, but without any resentment. "Your observation skills are very keen, and your mouth is equally sharp."

"Many people who know me say so. Believe me, I am also an anomaly. You don't have to be afraid of me just because I am a political commissar." Yarick said, his hands were still busy, but he took the hunter's meat. Qian took a few bites in his mouth and said, "You are excellent and reliable warriors. This is enough. You have proven that you can be trusted."

"I am honored to be recognized by the famous political commissar Yarek."

"There's no need to flatter me, I'm just a human being. As you can see, flesh and blood, and metal mechanical arms cannot make me transcend your existence."

"I think this is unconvincing, political commissar. The strength you showed last night is not like ordinary people." "What you showed is not like ordinary people."

"Hmph, it is true after all. We are not the gregarious people in the original group. In a sense, it is fate that we can get together. Is it the emperor's arrangement?"

"The Emperor has his own arrangements. He puts us weird people together." Yarick said, they are indeed weird people, strange political commissars, strange Catachans, and strange people who maintain self-awareness. Members of the Skitarii, the technician with a strange passion for knowledge, and others.

"But we don't know each other's affairs yet, right? I have full trust in my team members. We know each other's stories. What about you, political commissar? Do you believe us? Are you willing to tell us your stories?"

The hunter asked Yarick, who completed the last part of the mechanical arm's work. His giant claws suddenly opened and then clenched, making a dull sound, "You have shown your strength, but you still have If you don’t trust me, maybe you will.”

"I believe so." The hunter said, and the truck suddenly stopped. There was a front and back thrust in the car. The hunter held the window and sat firmly before sticking his head out, looking at a burst of white smoke coming from the front of the car. , "It seems that there is trouble again."

The hunter rolled out of the car window. He landed on the soft sand and walked towards the front of the car on the yellow sand that was constantly rising with his footsteps. The King of Destruction also opened the door and jumped out. With him was the crosshair. He held the The gun stood aside to watch, and the hunter came closer, followed by Jarek.

"What's going on?" The hunter came to the hood of the car and asked. The King of Destruction had already opened the cover, and in an instant, a large amount of white hot steam came out.

"It seems that the engine has run out of water and this guy is overheated." "Then don't stand there, go get the water tank, fill it with water, and cool it down quickly before the sun has fully risen, otherwise it will It’s more difficult at times.”

The King of Destruction went to get the bucket, while Hunter and Yarick came to the engine and began to check whether there was any other damage. Yarick was very good at mechanical issues. After all, he was a member of the Iron Legion. In his army , there are even more armored vehicles and tanks than people.

Crosshair was walking on the sand with a gun in hand. He wore a cape that he didn't know where he got from. The flaxen cape danced in the desert heat. He walked along the open space next to the truck. , eyes constantly scanning the surrounding environment, he walked towards the back of the car, but his steps suddenly stopped.

The crosshair tilted his head slightly, and his finger quietly pressed on the trigger. Suddenly, a gunshot sounded from the sand dunes in the distance, and then a hole was punched through the bucket carried by the King of Destruction, and all the water in it gushes out from the hole. .

He raised the sight of the sniper rifle and fired at a distance. The laser beam whizzed away and hit a man lying on the sand dune. He was shot in the shoulder and fell backwards to the ground. In an instant, two shots were fired. The sound of gunshots resounded throughout the desert, and figures stood up one by one from the dunes.

In the yellow sand, the muzzle of a black hole was raised and aimed at them.