Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

All this happened so quickly, before Case could react, Raven had already pounced on the traitor, and the two rolled into a ball and started fighting.

At this time, Laurel's exclamation of Frye, what the hell did you-- came from the cockpit, followed by several gunshots in the cockpit and Laurel's scream of pain that suddenly stopped. My heart went completely cold.

Bullets ricocheted around the crew compartment, and Case kept hearing bullets whizzing by his ears as he drew his pistol. He felt that he had been shot, because his torso armor kept hitting his chest, and he knew without looking that the surface of the combat armor must be full of bullet holes.

Keyes unbuckled his seat belt and tried to aim his pistol at the traitor, but he was much more cunning than Keyes expected. During the entanglement, he kept adjusting the angle and used the raven that was gradually falling to disadvantage to cover Keyes. sight, which made Keyes afraid to shoot for fear of hurting the raven.

Raven roared and held down the traitor's wrist, causing several bullets fired at Keyes to deflect, preventing Keyes from being killed on the spot.

Keith tried to rush forward to join the fight between the two, but the traitor saw the right moment and kicked him in the chest. He flew backwards and hit the bulkhead with a bang. The severe pain in his back and chest made his eyes darken, and his mouth smelled like rust. He tried to lift his arms, but soon found that it was in vain.

The preemptive strike allowed the traitor to gain the upper hand. Raven was exhausted due to the large amount of blood loss. The winner of the fight between the two was decided in just a few seconds. When the traitor's M6D pistol was pressed against Raven's helmet and opened fire, Case clearly saw the blood mist and brain tissue inside the helmet instantly spraying all over the helmet panel, and the crew compartment was filled with the bitterness and frightening feeling of betrayal. The smell of blood.

It all happened so fast that Case wished he were a Spartan.

It's your turn, Captain. The traitor gasped, making a sound like he was pulling on a broken bellows. Even with the first-mover advantage, it was very difficult for him to kill a raven, and the battle armor on his body was also scarred at this time.

The traitor approached Case with a MA5B assault rifle. He said proudly: What the major wants is exactly what I want. If my two companions had stayed on the ship without any accidents, you would have died more happily. , instead of... He kept a considerable distance to prevent the gun from being taken away, and then pointed the gun at Case's eyebrows, Be executed by me.

Case, who had fought with the rebels for many years, put aside the slightest panic in his heart, narrowed his eyes and said, You will not succeed. The Military Intelligence Agency has great eyes and hands. Only military courts, not medals, are waiting for you. As he spoke, His hand quietly touched the energy shield generator.

The traitor didn't seem to expect that he would be so calm, and what he said hit his heart directly - according to rumors, the Military Intelligence Bureau did have such an ability.

The traitor, anxious and angry, yelled at Case: Jacob Case, you're fucking blocking our way! He pulled the trigger, and bullets flew in the majestic sound of gunfire. He shot out, but the next scene made the traitor dumbfounded.

Case deployed the energy shield the moment before he pulled the trigger, and quickly retracted his head behind the energy shield. The bullet hit the energy shield and bounced away with a sizzling sound. The situation seemed to have reversed, but he knew that this was just a struggle before death. It was impossible for a navy who had only received basic combat training to defeat the hell paratroopers.

The other party obviously knew this, and sneered, pulled out a fighting dagger and rushed towards Case.

At the critical moment of his life, he would always think of his sister who died tragically in Dwarka, the outer colony, and this time was no exception.

Just when Keyes clenched his pistol and was about to make a last-ditch effort, the voice of Enemy Buster sounded like the sound of nature in the communication channel.

Captain, fasten your seat belt! Laurel growled, and Case could hear the suppressed pain in it.

He subconsciously obeyed and grabbed the seat belt violently. Suddenly, he felt that his center of gravity was upside down, the scene in front of him was spinning, and all the organs in his abdominal cavity were suddenly moving up his body. The squeezed chest made him breathless for a moment. He saw the traitor rushing to the top of the cabin in an instant, and the loud noise caused by the collision was mixed with the traitor's screams.

Case tucked himself back into his seat and buckled his seatbelt. He judged from the huge feeling of weightlessness coming from his body that the altitude of the troop transport was rapidly decreasing. The traitor seemed to be pressed by a huge boulder and was stuck to the bulkhead, unable to move.

As if that wasn't enough, the troop carrier performed several roller maneuvers in succession, which caused the Traitor to roll around inside the crew compartment like a ball.

Fuck you, traitor, get out of my ship! Accompanied by the roar of Enemy Nemesis on the channel, the hatch of the Pelican troop carrier suddenly opened.

The air in the crew cabin rushed into the atmosphere of the halo, causing the traitor to rise into the air. At the moment he was about to leave the troop carrier, the traitor grabbed the seat next to him. His legs swinging with the airflow against the blue sky behind him formed a beautiful scene that was pleasing to Case.

Case was glad that his reaction speed was not as fast as Spartan's, otherwise he would have been rushed out of the troop transport ship at this moment.

Save me, Captain. The paratrooper who had lost all his advantage stretched out his palm to Case, begging for forgiveness.

Sorry, Marine, Keyes said, aiming his sidearm at the traitor's head, not today.

With several flashes of light and gunshots, a big hole was blown out of the traitor's helmet, no matter how hard it was. His weak fingers loosened the seat belt, and his body spiraled into the atmosphere of the halo.

Case let out a long breath. He felt the flaming skull tattoo on his arm aching faintly - just like the feeling when it was first tattooed. He didn't expect that one day he would have to kill his comrades with his own hands. Although it was not his responsibility, he still felt deeply guilty.

This experience was enough for him to remember for a lifetime.

Captain, the crew compartment is safe, Case said easily. He waited for half a second, but did not hear Laurey's response. The wide-open hatch was not closed, and he could feel that the altitude of the troop carrier continued to decrease - they would crash in another ten seconds. .

Captain. Laurel's almost whispering voice came from the channel.

Keith's heart clenched unconsciously. He knew that he had to act, and he had to act quickly!

He glanced at the layout of the cabin, roughly calculated the distance between the seats, and then a bold action plan was instantly formed in his mind. He saw the right moment and grabbed the seat next to him, then unbuckled the seat belt.

The wind roared in his ears, and the constantly rotating troop carrier made him feel the dizziness in his head rapidly increasing. He had to stop the landing of the ship before he lost consciousness.