The Last Kabakans

A black shadow fell from the ceiling and hit the floor with a "boom", everyone was startled by this sudden change.

Gad immediately protected Joshua behind him. Before the others could react, the black shadow had already rushed behind the console.

Slime trickled down the floor, pitting and burning the metal floor.

"It is it!" cried the baron in panic.

Of all the people, he suffered the most from this genetic monster. He lost his left hand last time. When we met again, the wound that had already begun to heal began to ache again.

He huddled and moved towards the place where the little curly hair was lying down. Although he didn't know what this family ate to grow up, it would be great if he could find a back for himself in an emergency.

Before he could finish his sentence, the monster jumped onto the console, condescendingly staring at the nearest Cape Town.

The K390 is close at hand, but it doesn't make any sense to Cape Town, and all their equipment and equipment are in the warehouse under their feet, so the only thing they can count on now is the M102 in Joshua's hand.

But even if Joshua's marksmanship is accurate, it's still a bit difficult to deal with the burly genetic monster in front of him with only the three bullets left in the chamber.

"Catch it!"

The baron yelled at Gad. He knew that this man must have a way, but he didn't expect his actions to attract the attention of the genetic monster.

The monster turned its body and leaned over to look towards the baron. However, its eyesight didn't seem to be very good. It could only lift its neck up, opening and closing its outturned nostrils, trying to capture the subtle odor molecules in the air.

"Otherwise...otherwise we...will all be finished!"

The baron lowered his voice, finished his words with a whimper, and pulled off the white coat that had lost the curly hair twice. Before he had time to wrap his injured leg, he quickly shrank back halfway.

The cockpit was in a mess, and the crooked Woodpecker might fall apart at any moment. The worst thing was that the monitors and communicators seemed to have failed. No one knew what happened here, and they didn't know the situation outside the spacecraft at all.

Joshua leaned slightly against Gad, his body trembled a little, and his voice became much hoarse.

Glancing at the K390, he just whispered to Cape Town, "You have three minutes."

Gad turned his back to Joshua. Although he didn't understand what "academic tradition" and "opportunity to defend" specifically referred to, he weighed the knife stab in his hand and said with the corner of his mouth curled up, "Don't worry, As long as I'm here, you can chat with him for 10 minutes."

The bloody pheromone from the Kabakan star radiated out instantly, but Gad had just grasped the quantity and concentration, and the attention of the genetic monster was instantly attracted, and Cape Town almost completely lost the ability to resist.

"It's really...it's you..." Cape Town struggled to squeeze out a few words.

He only knew that there was a Kabakan star named "Reaper" who was secretly imprisoned on a remote and wild planet, and this person was executed by the Supreme Civil Court of the Federal Capital of Nashville. Speaking of people who should have died long ago.

Regarding the unique pheromones of the Kabakans, he had very limited information, so when someone asked him to meet secretly and offered him a sky-high price to help capture the Kabakans alive, he still couldn't believe it.

Even though he is knowledgeable and experienced, who would believe that a displaced interstellar refugee is really worth tens of billions of star shields?

Now that he has personally experienced the strength of this Kabakan star and realized the true value hidden behind him, he finally understands the reason.

The Kabakans have unique pheromones, especially the descendants of the royal family. Their pheromones carry a strong smell of blood. This bloody pheromone has an absolute suppression effect on alphas of any other race.

Now that the Federation has captured him, why not lock him up in a laboratory to study chemical weapons, but throw him on this planet?And only sent a young soldier who just graduated from the Army Academy to take care of it?

Gad ignored Cape Town, he stared at the baron shrinking on the ground, and his expression seemed to say: "Don't play tricks in front of me!" Then he picked up the chair beside him and threw it at the monster on the operating table.

The pheromones from the Kabakans greatly stimulated its senses, and it roared and jumped into the air, opening its mouth to catch the flying chair.

The tough alloy seat was vulnerable to a single blow in its mouth. It shook its neck left and right twice, and the chair fell apart.

The monster fell to the floor with a "boom", and the cockpit shook violently again, but it didn't stop, but rushed forward a few times quickly, following the direction of Gad's pheromone, and launched the first round of attacks .

These pheromones made it extremely irritable, and it only wanted to tear apart this provocative and threatening existence to it.

Gad tightly held the knife in his hand to deal with the monster, and at the same time, he paid close attention to every move of Joshua, Cape Town and the baron.

The woodpecker spaceship has a small body, and the modified cockpit is a bit more crowded than other spaceships of the same type. Apart from the relatively strong destructive power of the slime, that monster cannot be caught cheaply in the cramped space.

Moreover, under the influence of Gard's pheromone, its emotions were almost out of control, and it was just blindly and brutally destroying the cockpit, which made the helpless Baron very frustrated.

"Oh!" He said distressedly, "Can you... can you go outside the spaceship to fight!"

Gad didn't bother to pay attention to these.

His figure was agile, and he slid under the monster's stomach close to the floor, and the sharp knife stabbed from the monster's chest to its abdomen.

But the monster's skin was far harder and thicker than it looked. Except for a three-inch-long gash barely made on its stomach by the knife stabbing, the skin was broken a little elsewhere, and no blood beads leaked out.

"Hit!" Gad couldn't help cursing in a low voice. He leaned against the table leg under the operating table, tore off the corner of his clothes that was stuck with monster slime, and then said loudly to Joshua, "Everything is under control, don't worry about it." Worry about me, talk slowly!"

Cape Town's face was pale, and he slid his throat twice before saying, "I have nothing to justify. You know, it's the truth."

"I don't believe it," Joshua said lightly.

Maybe the memory at the beginning was vivid and profound, but as time went by, some things had slowly changed, but those changes were still at the subconscious level, and he hadn't even noticed it yet.

Regret or brooding, who knows which is more tormenting?

"If you have a way to get the passcode of the Detrick Military Archives Management Center, you can check it yourself," Cape Town said, "or you can ask your father directly. you are lying."

Joshua suddenly stepped forward and pointed the wound of M102 at the heart of Cape Town: "You are lying! All of you are lying!"

"Do you know where the loophole is?" He approached Cape Town and continued in a low voice, "All the materials, all the evidence, are all verbatim, as if they were programmed in advance. You have rehearsed countless times , but I am no longer the little boy I was more than ten years ago!"

Cape Town glanced down at the black pistol/gun, and laughed in a low voice: "No one has ever treated you like a child, I know what you want is the truth, but all you know is the whole truth We are all responsible for your mother's death, but your father is innocent, and he suffered no less pain than you, but you don't understand it."

Joshua's chest was heaving violently. He raised the muzzle of the gun to the top of the opponent's head, and asked sharply: "Why? You tell me why you don't defend yourself? I've given you a chance! Why don't you tell me? The truth of the matter! Well, since this is your own choice, you should also understand that this is what you deserve!"

He took a deep breath, and pushed down the safety of the M102.

"Da da da da!"

Dense bullets shot past, and a person broke in from the side door of the cockpit.

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