Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

Alpha Base.

Tommy stood on the platform of the elevator, looking absently at the rising wall.

The raid on the Pillar of Autumn went relatively smoothly, and the large amount of supplies they captured was enough to keep them going for a while, but if they wanted to break through the ground defense line of the Covenant cruiser Truth and Harmony, they still needed more weapons and equipment—— It's best to get some enemy vehicles.

Therefore, during the return journey, they took in some Covenant prisoners of war to obtain intelligence. This was also the purpose of his coming to the Lone Ridge underground this time.

Tommy felt his calves sink, and the elevator stopped with a thud. He then passed through the dizzying array of underground rooms and corridors. When he passed the prison where the gnolls were imprisoned, those little beasts would poke their sharp beaks out of the iron bars and scream at him. He finally stopped in front of a door guarded by two Marines.

Two Marines saluted him, and then one of them reported, Sir, Lieutenant Haverson is inside interrogating the POWs.

Tommy nodded and was about to open the door when a naval technician stumbled out first. His face was pale and there were blood stains on his clothes. When he saw Tommy, he wanted to salute, but his eyes widened and his cheeks bulged. He whimpered and rushed to the corner, and vomited loudly - if it had been more violent, he might even have lost his stomach. Can spit it out.

Tommy shook his head. It was outrageous for Haverson to bring in non-combatants as assistants.

Entering the interrogation room, his eyes immediately adjusted to the dimness. The painful groans of the Covenant, the nails covered with purple blood, the disgusting rotten smell, the torture instruments hanging on the wall, and the depressing and cramped space. All of these made Tommy feel extremely friendly.

A naked and scarred alien elite warrior sat on the interrogation chair with his head hanging. The chains locking the joints were deeply embedded in its skin stained with dried blood, and it was tied to the interrogation chair unable to move.

The man stood in front of the elite warrior, holding a steel bar dripping with purple blood. He carried a plasma pistol on his waist, wore a black uniform with clear lines, and had red hair neatly combed back. Two eyes showed some respect when they saw Tommy. His lieutenant rank line is a black enamel line.

Sir. The man saluted Tommy, his brows furrowed deeply.

Lieutenant Haverson, Tommy returned the greeting and glanced at the dying elite soldier, Things don't look good?

Yes, sir. The corner of Haverson's mouth twitched, with a hint of annoyance in his tone. It calls itself Qualemi and has a strong sense of honor. Normal interrogation methods cannot defeat it. I suspect it has undergone simple resistance. Interrogation training.”

Tommy looked at the circular badge on Haverson's shoulder - there was a pair of silver-black eagle wings above the three stars, and engraved above the eagle wings were the two Latin words SEMPER VIGILANS - always vigilant.

Haverson, like Tommy, was a member of MI.

Then let's give it some serious medicine. Tommy said calmly, Get an elite and a jackal here, and prepare a life-support device. Let's give it something special.

In the long evolution of the legal system, physical torture of people has been considered cruel and inhumane - but this is not the case for aliens.

Haverson didn't quite understand what he meant, but he did it anyway.

Not long after, Haverson led two marines to send over the tightly tied Jackals and Elite Warriors. Tommy asked the Marines to leave first and then approached the two Covenanters. The gnolls immediately hissed, and the elite warriors muttered something incomprehensible.

Let Qualemi wake up, Tommy said.

Yes, sir. Haverson picked up a bucket filled with cold water.

Cold water splashed on it, and the biting chill made Qualemi shudder and wake up suddenly. It was breathing rapidly, and the stinging pain coming from everywhere on its body aroused its bloody nature. It clenched its jaw, stared at Haverson, and then focused on Tommy.

Damn heretic Qualemi panted, spitting out a mouthful of blood, Sangheili people will never abandon their glory, you filthy bugs have no chance to get a shred of information from me.

Qualemi spoke English so fluently that Tommy was impressed by him - and then the excitement of torturing the aliens arose spontaneously.

Don't talk too much, Mr. Qualemi. Tommy stretched out his right hand and pulled out the fighting dagger in front of his left shoulder. When the blade came out of the sheath, there was a pleasant sound of metal bullets. He came to another elite warrior with brown skin and said, I can pretend that I haven't heard this sentence for a while, so that you won't be so mentally burdened when you beg for mercy later.

He grabbed the brown-skinned elite by the throat, raised its head, and then pressed the tip of the dagger to the center line of its chest near the top of its throat.

You are at your wits' end. Are you stupid enough to think that if you kill him in front of me, I will just open my mouth? Qualemi's lower mouth opened and he sneered in a low voice, Fell on the road of pilgrimage. It will make the gods value our souls even more.”

Then Qualemi said a few alien words to the brown-skinned elite, making it open its mouth wide and laugh.

Tommy tilted his head in disbelief, then the muscles in his arm tensed, and the tip of the knife sank into the skin - but stopped as soon as it entered the chest.

Unlike humans, each elite has two hearts, so the rhythmic shaking sensation from the blade to the palm of the hand is more intense. Tommy moved the tip of the knife slightly to make sure it would not scratch its internal organs, then narrowed his eyes and pulled it down sharply!

The cracking sound of the sternum being cut through made Haverson on the side feel horrified. He judged from the depth of the knife tip that Tommy actually wanted to open the elite's chest.

The brown-skinned elite's eyes almost shot out, and its suppressed whimpers of pain mixed with the grinding sounds it made when it clenched its teeth, making Tommy feel as happy as listening to a symphony. After struggling in the painful whirlpool for a while, it trembled all over and almost fainted.

Little bits of sticky purple blood seeped out from the incision, gathered into large blood beads, and then trickled down the middle seam. Finally, they hit the ground with a tick-tock-tick sound and shattered into pieces.

Although Qualemi felt a little cruel, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Such a little trick could not do anything to him.

Tommy took his time and made four oblique cuts at approximately 135° to the middle seam using the two ends of the vertical incision as the origin, forming a pattern similar to the I shape.

He inserted the dagger into the incision again, held the brown-skinned elite's chest steady with his left hand, and began to move slowly along the line he had just drawn. Tommy felt like a sculptor completing a masterpiece that would last forever.

Don't be fooled by the review, Qualemi is an alien, an alien! !

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