Interstellar: The Devil Is Down

"What are you afraid of?! We have ten thousand people, and they are only one thousand at most! Even if they are pressed, they will be crushed to death!" A man in the crowd suddenly stood up and turned on the sound reinforcement effect of the personal terminal and shouted.

He just finished speaking. I don't know which direction the member of the "Blood Raider" fired at him, and a hole in the man's chest was instantly seared.

The passengers around him all screamed.

"Tsk tusk, it's a pity," Al Molin shook his head, sounding like a pity. "Want to resist? Too naive. Didn't you find that there is something wrong with your body? I'm a flower. With great effort, I put the medicine in the oxygen system."

Soon someone found that their mental power could not be used, not to mention, even the power of the body itself seemed to be gradually losing.

Pei frowned, he could feel that he was getting weak. Oxygen is what human beings depend on for survival. The "blood attackers" directly put the medicine into the oxygen system of the starship, and nothing can be spared.

But his internal strength was not affected.

Xuan Xiao grabbed one of his hands, leaned in his ear and whispered, "I don't seem to think there is anything wrong with my body."

The temperature of the breath in his lips seems to be higher than that of ordinary people. When he touches Pei's auricle when speaking, a small current seems to jump into the body from his ears, and Pei's body is tight.

Xuan Xiao keenly discovered his abnormality, and immediately asked: "Master?"

It's really... an untimely reaction.

Pei Yi pushed him away and laughed helplessly, Xuan Xiao's body became mature in all aspects and faded away. With conscious efforts, he was no longer the little boy who acted like a baby.

Sometimes, Pei Yi might even feel that Xuan Xiao's aura is above her.

He lowered his voice and spoke to his ear just now, and his voice seemed low and sweet in such a noisy environment, and Pei Yi actually felt fascinated by it.

It is the most exciting thing to always do this kind of provocative action in an unconscious state.

"It's okay," Pei Yi narrowed his mind, and his eyes fell on the man on the sofa in front. He didn't have the idea of ​​being a savior. Others could leave it alone, but in any case, they had to save Qianqin, "Just act by chance."

"Okay," Al Molin fired a shot at the ceiling, successfully deterring the noisy passengers, "you people, it's not worth my shot--"

Turning the conversation, "Which is the only daughter of the Marquis Shelley? Please stand up obediently."

Al tapped the armrest of the sofa with his gloved fingers, "Hey, I count three times. If Miss Shelley doesn't show up, the lovely old grandpa over there will die."

He pointed at the old man whose head was held with a gun by a member of the "Blood Strider" with his chin.

The old man was trembling with tears under the muzzle.

Pei Yi, Ji Feixing and the others thought together, what does the "Blood Raider" want Qianqin for?

Only Qianqin’s face turned pale. Even though her family background is very high, she never considers herself very high. She doesn’t think she is qualified to be the target of the notorious “blood attacker”, but now it seems that the other party is indeed the one. Coming for her.

Immediately, she thought again that her father seemed to have participated in the action to wipe out the "blood raiders". Is the other party now wanting revenge?

Al Molin’s magnificent voice sounded: "Then I'll start counting—three!"

There was no time for anyone to react at all, and as the word "three" fell, the old man fell down.

The atmosphere in the entire central hall was almost stagnant.

The bitter taste poured into her mouth, Qian Qin thought: Sure enough, we can't look at the "blood attacker" with ordinary people's thinking.

She can't just watch innocent people being killed because of herself.

She was about to stand up. Just about to get up, Benson grabbed her wrist, her eyes were full of worry, Qianqin was unmoved.

Benson was struggling, and the hand that squeezed her wrist was tight and loose.

When the two confronted each other, Al Molin said: "The second one."

"and many more!"

Qian Qin suddenly shook Benson's hand, Huo Ran stood up and screamed to stop him, but it was too late, and the second hostage was killed!

The passengers could not even scream.

"How can you..." Qianqin was full of anger, his face flushed with anger.

"Why not?" Al Morin hooked his lips, and immediately two members of the "Blood Raider" separated from the crowd and walked towards Qianqin.

When they approached, Benson suddenly punched, and the opponent was hit without checking for a while, and then immediately counterattacked.

Seeing that Benson was in a disadvantaged position, Qianqin quickly stepped forward to help.

It's a pity that the two of them were poisoned after all. Even if their physique level is very high, as they breathe, more and more debilitating toxins enter the body, and now their strength is less than one-third of the usual.

Soon Benson and Qianqin were overpowered by the two "Blood Raiders" players.

"Oh~ and the flower protector," Al's voice seemed to be some kind of aria, "then take it away together."

Qianqin glared at Al, turned his head and glared at Benson, "Idiot!"

Benson smiled. The person he likes is about to be taken away. He is still hiding at this time. Can he still be considered a man?

Al's eyes swept across Qianqin's body and praised: "What a beautiful lady. With Miss Shelley as a hostage, Marquis Shelley would be very generous, right?"

"We should go now." He clapped his hands and looked at Qianqin and Benson with a smile, "With you two joining, I think this journey will be a lot more fun."

Hearing this sentence, the passengers breathed a sigh of relief, their expressions could not conceal the expectation, and they wished that the man would immediately disappear before their eyes.

Pei frowned, he was thinking about how to rescue Qianqin and Benson from the hands of the thousands of "blood attackers".

Al jumped off the platform, and his two subordinates escorted a man over.

"Boss, this guy secretly sent a distress signal to the nearby garrison!" One of the men grinned, "Let me send him to see God!"

"Huh?" Al frowned and stretched his voice. With this dangerous nasal sound, the whole hall became nervous again.

He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead with a very awkward look. The man being held was dressed in the uniform of the starship and looked like a certain manager.

"Hmph! Even if you kill me, it's useless! I've already contacted the Falcon Legion of the 3rd Star Territory," the man's expression was undaunted, "You scumbags can't escape!"

Al waved his hand as if he was chasing something dirty, and his subordinates directly killed the man.

"Um...it's really nerve-wracking," Al sighed, and pointed to the man's body on the ground. "It seems that I can't let you go now, although I don't like blood...This can't blame me, if you blame it, blame it. He is fine—"

The passengers who thought they were safe fell into panic instantly.

"No—" The women's screams were heart-piercing.

"No! Your lord! Please don't kill us!"

"Damn it! The Falcons simply can't make it!"

...

"Goodbye everyone, turn on the self-destruct system." Al commanded, "Take the kids and let's go."