The Last Kabakans

"you're awake?"

The stranger sat on the crooked box with a cold tone.

Because of the backlight, his entire face was out of shadow, and the silver-white suitcase was trampled under his feet.

Joshua raised his eyelids and sat up with his arms propped up.

It was pitch black outside the porthole, and only a few emergency lights remained on in the landing cabin.

"Why am I here?"

He rubbed his swollen head, trying to recall what happened before the crash.

"Isn't it obvious," said the stranger sitting on the box with a bit of playfulness, "Your aircraft has a small problem, and I'm helping you."

Joshua seemed to remember something, he leaned back, and said with a sullen face and vigilance: "I don't need help, please get out immediately!"

"Really?" The stranger played with the knife stab in his hand, and his thumb slowly brushed over the jagged back of the knife.

"Don't you care at all what this place is and who is sitting in front of you?"

"Do not care!"

Joshua turned his head to one side, speaking firmly.

"Really?" As if a little unhappy, the stranger's tone became cold again.

The gleaming stabbing pointed at the porthole, "If it were someone else, I would have thrown you out."

"So, do I still have to thank you?"

Joshua turned around and sneered, "Thank you for not throwing me outside?"

"Don't be so rude!"

A smile suddenly appeared on the stranger's face, he put the knife back into his boot, and stood up from the box.

"Look, it's pitch black outside. If you want to find your lost things, you can't do without a guide."

After speaking, he raised his chin to the side.

Several red geometric patterns danced on the screen of the bridge. Those were the parts of the landing module that were lost during the impact, but the specific coordinates of the crash site were not displayed on it.

"I'll figure out my own way, don't bother you."

Joshua knew that for him, he might just be passing by, so there was no need to keep it.

And he can still talk to himself politely now, only because he can't find the place where the parts are lost.

The stranger took a few steps forward and leaned out half of his body from the shadow: "I'm impatient. If you cooperate, I promise to take you with me when I leave. But if you have other ideas, I don't mind First push you to the ground and beat you up—even though I don’t want to do that, at least it will make you obedient.”

Joshua raised his head and said bluntly: "Oh, really? Then let's try, who will be pushed to the ground?"

Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly changed his mind, and said casually: "I think it's better to forget it, a weak omega like you, even if you win, it's not honorable!"

Joshua knew very well that no matter what he said at this time, he would be caught by the other party.

Although he has received systematic and rigorous training and knows how to control and cover up his pheromones, he is not sure whether the other party has figured out his details.

So he chose not to say anything, just raised his head and stared fearlessly at those eyes that were shining in the darkness.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

The stranger was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect that he was neither angry nor refuting, so he immediately changed his attitude, as if he was just making an extremely boring joke.

"Do you really think of yourself as an omega? Don't blame me for not reminding you, even if you are small, if you really fight, don't expect me to let you down."

Joshua didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he simply leaned back and closed his eyes.

But the other party didn't intend to give up, so he pulled his arm and lifted him up: "Why, haven't you slept enough just now? Do you know where this is? Do you know..."

There was a "click" between the pulls, and something fell to the ground.

The two lowered their heads at the same time, only to see a shiny M102 lying on the ground.

The high-speed rotation and violent impact made Joshua almost fall apart, and he was still dizzy until now, but when he saw the M102, he immediately regained his energy.

Besides being surprised, the stranger's eyes were full of regret and annoyance—why didn't he search him just now!

Is it because that face is so good-looking that he is embarrassed to take advantage of others?

Joshua's attention was all on the M102, and he didn't see the subtle and complex facial expressions of Reaper at all.

He knocked off the hand that was holding him with a backhand, trying to take advantage of the loophole and get the gun first.

The other party seemed very angry, grabbed him by the shoulder, picked him up, clasped him against the wall with his backhand, and kicked the M102 on the ground away.

"It seems that I am really too polite to you!"

The stranger restrained Joshua with just one hand.

"Is it hidden here, huh? Let me see how many things you have hidden behind my back!"

Joshua was shocked immediately: "What are you doing?!"

"What are you afraid of?!" Death was a little proud, "It's just a body search. After all, we want to cooperate, so it's better to be honest with each other."

Joshua's blood was surging. As a soldier with the highest honor, it was a shame, an unprecedented shame, to be groped against the wall by the prisoners he was guarding!

Frank? ?cooperate? ?

Absolutely impossible! ! !

Joshua writhed and struggled, but someone held his wrists against his back, and was caught between the cold wall and the scorching hot hall. He could only grit his teeth and roar angrily: "Please show some respect!" !"

"Why so fierce?"

The stranger pursed his lips and laughed softly. The other party's anger and resistance did not stop him, and the indiscriminate hand turned to cover the other party's smooth and delicate neck.

"Look at this tender meat," said the stranger proudly, "one bite, it must be very delicious!"

The frosted and rough fingers seemed to be electrified, making Joshua tremble all over, but he still kept his voice steady, and said with utmost rationality: "It doesn't make any sense to you to treat another alpha like this!"

Unexpectedly, the other party sneered: "What do you think I want to do to you? It doesn't matter if you are an alpha or beta, even if you are an omega? I'm not interested in you at all."

His fingers kept moving forward, and finally stopped on the throbbing neck artery.

Joshua thumped in his heart.

At this moment, the "Grim Reaper" seems to be ready to tear off the last camouflage, to kill himself as a prey like a wolfhound.

But the terrible thing was that the two of them were too close, the warm breath beat against Joshua's neck, and his small earlobes turned shamelessly red.

"I won't cooperate with you," Joshua held his head up, his voice a bit stagnant, "I won't even die!"

"It's okay." Death stared closely at the cute and cute pink earlobe, "We have plenty of time."

He pinched Joshua's jaw and turned his face away, and his deep voice slapped Joshua's neck, "However, you'd better put your damn pride back, so you can at least eat less Bit of a pain."

The strength in Death's hand increased a little, and Joshua was firmly pressed against the wall, unable to move at all.

"There's something I forgot to tell you," Joshua grinned and squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

"Tell me, I'm listening!" Death moved forward curiously.

"I'm not that easy to provoke!" Joshua blurted out.

Grim Reaper was taken aback, and Joshua took the opportunity to arch his waist and lift his legs. He stepped on the wall with both feet and climbed up to the roof of the cabin. He did a 360-degree backflip and rolled behind Grim Reaper, strangling his neck and leaning back. The two fell to the ground with a bang.

"You're good at it!"

The Grim Reaper was pinned on Joshua's body, but he didn't seem to mind, "But if you hold me so tightly, aren't you afraid that I'll crush you?"

Faced with death's ridicule, Joshua snorted coldly, and was about to grab the M102 when he freed his hand, but it was lying under the pile of debris, and it was really not that easy to get it.

"Tsk tsk tsk, kids, don't just play with guns, what if you accidentally fire it?"

The god of death smiled and joked, but his hands and feet were not idle.

He pinched the arm under his neck, lifted his foot to hook the seat fixed on the ground, bent his knees a little bit, and dragged the person under him by pulling and dragging.

Seeing that the M102 that was about to be obtained was getting farther and farther away from him, Joshua closed his eyes and turned his head to cover Death's ear.

The hot and humid touch made one's heart tremble, but before the wandering mind could savor it carefully, it was pulled back by the sharp pain from the tip of the ear.

"Do you even know what you're doing?!"

After wiping a handful of blood dripping ears, the god of death suddenly flew into a rage.

Joshua spat out the blood from his mouth, and reached out to grab the big box next to him: "I said, you don't need to worry about my affairs!"

After speaking, he lifted his foot and kicked over, completely getting rid of this embarrassing and embarrassing physical entanglement.

He looked up and picked up the M102 on the ground, but before his index finger hit the trigger, he was dragged back by his left foot.

The back of his hand hit the crooked wooden box, and the M102 slipped out of his palm, went around his head, and was about to slide along the groove on the ground and into the crevice in the corner.

"Whoa-"

The metal gun body of the M102 slid across the ground in a graceful arc. Joshua's ears moved slightly, and then he raised his left hand to the top of his head to catch it.

The weapon's biological lock was successfully opened, and there was a slight mechanical sound from inside the delicate gun body. He straightened his waist, swept his arms against a strong wind, and when he opened his eyes again, the muzzle of the gun hit the opponent's forehead.

Almost at the same moment, a chill came from his neck.

"I said, I'm here to help you," Death knelt on the ground on one knee, holding Joshua in one hand, and tightly holding the knife in the other.

And his eyes were full of blazing flames: "I also said that if there is a real fight, don't expect me to be sympathetic!"

The author has something to say: just ask me weakly, are there any little angels who are chasing after you?

At three o'clock tomorrow, the friction will continue!

I love you guys~~

The character design may not be perfect, I will work hard~~

Bow to everyone! !