Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

After the cutting was completed, Tommy took out the dagger, shook off the blood on it, put it aside, then put his hand into the incision and tore it on both sides. This quickly encountered an obstacle - the elite's thick thoracic bones that resembled human ribs. They were broken off one by one with a crack, and soon the flesh of the chest wall was divided to both sides, hanging down languidly.

The two purple hearts were wrapped by translucent white visceral pleura, beating violently and making a plop-plop sound. Their owners had already fainted from the severe pain and huge psychological impact. Qualemi looked at the internal organs in the chest of the brown-skinned elite, and his body froze with fear. It suddenly felt as if its heart was exposed, and the cold air caressed the inner wall of its chest.

What have you done? Qualemi murmured, his jaw trembling slightly.

Tommy reached out and touched his heart, feeling their powerful beating. It took a few seconds before he answered it: Let you speak.

The brown-skinned elite suddenly woke up - it was shaking violently due to the strong sense of suffocation, and the tearing pain made it sweat profusely.

It won't die so easily. Tommy looked at Haverson, who was stunned on the spot, put an auxiliary breathing apparatus on it, it is almost suffocating due to pneumothorax.

The respiratory system of elites is not much different from that of humans. They breathe under the negative pressure in the pleural cavity through the coordinated contraction and relaxation of the diaphragm and internal and external intercostal muscles. The brown-skinned elite's pleural cavity was opened, and the negative pressure naturally ceased to exist, so its lung lobes could not work normally.

Haverson woke up from a dream after being touched by Tommy, Yes, sir. He quickly pulled out a shoebox-sized ventilator from the medical equipment and came to the side of the brown-skinned elite, and removed the breathing tube from the elite. Insert the trachea into your mouth and start the machine.

The ventilator started buzzing, and the elastic pump inside rose and fell. Tommy saw the lobes in the chest of the brown-skinned elite also expanding and contracting.

What exactly do you want to do? Qualemi felt all the blood rush into his head. He had never seen such a torture method.

You'll know right away.

Tommy then used the communication to contact Aurora, confirming that Rebecca would not run into the interrogation room at this moment, and then smiled at Qualemi.

He grabbed the neck of the jackal next to him and aimed its bird-like head at the two beating hearts of the brown-skinned elite. Tommy put his left hand in front of its eyes and made an eat gesture.

The jackal didn't understand what it meant at first, but after Tommy's repeated signals, it kept its eyes open and started struggling violently.

You, you devil! You have to die! You are blaspheming the gods! What are you? Qualemi yelled like crazy. His struggling body brought the iron chair into contact with the ground, causing bursts of metal clashes. Voice.

Tommy picked up the pistol hanging on his leg and shot the Gnoll's ankle with a bang. The bird-headed alien screamed in pain.

He tightened his right hand suddenly, and the jackal's screams stopped abruptly. Tommy smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth. He pressed the muzzle of the gun against the Gnoll's eye, and the visual organ was depressed and filled with blood. He threatened the gnoll: Eat, or your life will be in danger.

This time the jackal understood without the need for an interpreter. It opened its mouth tremblingly, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, and bit into the beating heart of the brown-skinned elite on the left side!

Blood shot out like bullets from the side of its teeth, staining the ceiling of the room purple. The sound of 呲呲呲 is endless, accompanied by the sound of the jackals devouring heart muscle. Tommy pressed his palms down so that the gnoll's head was buried deep in the chest of the brown-skinned elite.

The brown-skinned elite was in so much pain that he couldn't utter a word. He twitched all over and fainted. Then he was awakened by the biological instinct to survive. Quaremi looked at this thrilling scene and turned his head unbearably.

This Spartan is the devil among devils!

Havison, let our guest focus!

Tommy's voice snapped Haverson out of his shock, which had only been sober for a handful of times since Tommy walked into the interrogation room. He went to Qualemi's side and put a dagger to its cheek, so that it had to stare at this scene in hell.

The hands of the brown-skinned elite were clenched into fists and trembling uncontrollably. The gnawing and screaming became more intense. The gnoll had already eaten another heart.

Tommy shook his head at the noise, Quak.

The sword flashed, and the sharp blade penetrated into the brown-skinned elite's neck like a scalpel. The knife did not damage the main blood vessels on either side of its neck, but punctured its vocal cords. The sound in the room suddenly became much quieter, leaving only the crackling sound of the broken vocal cords being impacted by the airflow.

Time passed by, and blood seemed to seep from the walls of the interrogation room, and even the eyes could smell the muddy smell of blood.

Stop, stop!! Quaremi suddenly stopped.

It's too late, Tommy said sadly.

The brown-skinned elite's screams grew smaller and smaller, then died out with a few final twitches. The gnoll didn't realize that the muzzle of the gun against his eye had been moved away, and it was still buried in his chest and he was eating.

You're not full yet. Tommy picked up the jackal. The purple blood remaining around its mouth looked both scary and ridiculous. That guy still has two hearts. I'll fill you up later.

Haverson trembled when he heard this. On Reach, almost all colleagues who had come into contact with Colonel Price praised him highly, saying that he was like the warm sun in winter, but now he looked like the executioner in a bloody painting.

Don't humiliate me. Quaremi was shaking like chaff and could hardly speak.

Tommy once again put the tip of the knife against the top of the midline of the elite soldier's chest wall. He removed the reflector on the helmet panel and bared his teeth with a kind smile, This time I will not only make your comrades well fed, After you die, we will also publicize on the public channel how you knelt on the ground and begged for mercy before you died. Just think about what your comrades who also value honor will talk about you.

The tip of the knife had already sunk into Qualemi's skin, and the coldness penetrated the nerves and hit his brain. It realizes that he will die without dignity, and that after his death he will lose all his honor and become the object of ridicule by his tribe.

Look, it's not full yet. Tommy lifted the Gnoll into the air, and huge fear overwhelmed it. The Gnoll stuck out its tongue and screamed.

Qualemi collapsed, whining and begging Tommy to give him a break. Of course Tommy readily agreed.

During the hours-long interrogation that followed, Qualemi swore that he had been a member of a Covenant force responsible for transporting a shipment of weapons to a heavily guarded building.

Tommy walked out of the interrogation room and wiped the blood from his hands with a wet towel. He connected to the private communication channel with Case, Captain Case, we have work to do next.