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Chapter 538 Alien Machine
It seems that there is no language that can describe this tragedy more appropriately, but if it must be said, probably "hell" will be a closer word.

This alien cabin is a standard set for a horror movie.An empty ship was filled with bloody and moldy smells. Blood and other contents were smeared all over the floor and walls. Shocking and miserable-looking corpses were everywhere.

No one would be too surprised if a strange shape that tried to disembowel a person or lay eggs in someone's body popped out of any corner in the next second.

"Damn it." The head of death squatted down, grabbed a corpse and examined it.It was an alien with light green skin, but the blood was red like humans.This corpse belonged to the kind of death method that people can't help but have nightmares for a whole week when they saw it. He stretched out his tongue, and even the base of his tongue was covered with purple lines like bacteria.There was a huge hole in his chest by something, leaving a large puddle of dried blood on the ground.

"I guess this must be the cause of death. As for the murder weapon." The head of death glanced at the laser gun in the dead man's hand, "I guess he is holding it in his hand."

"Suicide?" Michael asked.

"Lots of suicides," said Death Chief. "It should be said that all the people in this cabin died by suicide. This is weird. As far as I know, Badoon is usually not so depressed? Maybe they all just happened to be suddenly unable to think about it." Or it may be that Mr. Robot we are chasing has a very good eloquence, it seems that he is very good at persuading people."

Wanda frowned: "You know? That robot called '451'. I've started to hate him."

The head of death glanced at her: "Welcome to the club, little girl, me too."

Michael ignored the bounty hunter's ridicule, squatted down next to a corpse, and scanned the corpse and the environment with the armor's sensors.Although not ordered, Shirley began to do the same with great astuteness.

"Follow all signs of man-made, Shirley," Michael said, "and report back to me. What did you gain?"

Blue scanning light shot out from Xue Li's eyes, slowly sweeping across the corpses everywhere, as well as the floors and walls.

"The neuroactive gas was scanned and dispersed in the air in a life-supporting manner. The probability of more than 85% may be that the gas caused the dysfunction of the organism, and then there were signs of hallucinations, degeneration of thinking ability, etc., leading to Biological self-mutilation."

"Then maybe we should be more careful. Stay close to Wanda, Shirley, try to protect her with your particle shield, and convert more energy into shield output to improve defense efficiency."

"Understood, sir." Shirley said, and took two steps towards Wanda.

Wanda frowned: "You know, I can protect myself."

Michael's order made her feel a little uncomfortable.She didn't like being the object of protection, it felt like a liability.

Michael glanced at her: "I know you don't need it, it's just for insurance."

"I don't think that's a good idea." The head of death muttered, "Particle barriers, energy shields, these things are the big head of energy output, it's like holding an incendiary bomb in your hand in the dead of night. We're coming from a light-year away. Shouldn't we be low-key or something?"

"Don't worry, big guy, everything is under control." Michael stood up, "Go on, we still have a robot to find." He paused, "Or we should wait for him to find out us."

Michael turned around and looked calmly at the robot who appeared behind him at some point.It was a robot with a silver-white face, red eyes, and a blue body. The painting style was like the alien machines that often appear in science fiction movies.

It looks like this is 451, the alien robot they were looking for.

In the end, the Mr. Robot didn't seem to want to answer them, but walked straight towards the big bounty hunter.

The robot glanced at Michael, Wanda, and Shirley, and asked the head of death: "Why are there three? I thought all I wanted was the black knight."

"They're in the same group, so it's easier." Death's Head shrugged, "Don't worry, I won't charge you extra. I'll never change the price that I agreed in advance. This is my reputation."

He said and held out his hand: "Now, I've fulfilled my part of the promise. It's time to pay."

"Very good, thank you for your help." 451 said, and found a gray square as big as three stacked bricks out of nowhere, probably some interstellar common currency or something.

The head of death took it, weighed the big thing in his hand, and raised his eyebrows: "I don't remember the price being so much."

"You have completed your mission well, this is a reward." 451 waved his hand, "Now, you can leave."

Wanda narrowed her eyes and stared at the big man: "You lied to us?"

"It's just a little lie, don't gossip, little girl." The head of death shook his thick fingers, "Look, I told you that a robot snatched your friends and stole the VOLDI core , These parts are true. I promise that I will lead you to find him, and I have done this too. Don’t say that I am not trustworthy in the head of death.”

Then he turned to Michael: "About me saying that I admire you as an excellent fighter, those words are from the heart. But it's not about personal grievances, it's just a simple business. There should be bounty hunters on Earth, right? You pay I just do it, it's as simple as that."

"Ah, I understand." Michael didn't look surprised at all, as if he had known that the head of death would turn against the enemy.He said calmly, "But if you choose to do this, you should also be mentally prepared accordingly."

The head of death snorted: "I have been in this business for so many years, and I have offended a lot of people, so I know it well. If someone can trouble me one day, then I will admit it, because this job itself That's it."

He hummed a weird little tune, weighed his reward in his hand, and went leisurely.

"I wish you all good luck." He said and waved his hands, and his back along with the singing went away along the passage.

451 turned his eyes back to the three of them, showing a kind smile that sent chills down the spine for no reason.

"Don't be so nervous, Shirley." He called out Shirley's name, "Take it easy. Disarm and shield, come here."

"Yes, sir." Shirley seemed to be possessed, and followed the stranger's order and walked to the stranger's side expressionlessly, her expression was as stiff as a real machine.

"Interesting, controlling artificial intelligence? Is this your ability?" Michael asked.

"It's a small part of my ability." 451 smiled, and he turned to Shirley, "Do me a favor, can you transfer the control of your boss's armor to me? Thank you, you are such a good girl. "

(End of this chapter)