There seems to be no language that can describe this miserable situation more appropriately, but if you have to say it, probably "hell" will be a relatively close word.

This alien cabin is simply the standard set of a thriller movie. An empty ship filled with blood and mold, blood and other contents covered the floors and walls, and thrilling and miserable corpses everywhere.

If an alien burst out from a corner in the next second trying to break the belly of a person or lay eggs in someone's body, I'm afraid no one would be too surprised.

"Damn it." The head of death squatted down and grabbed a corpse for a check. It was a light green-skinned alien, and his blood was as red as a human. This corpse was the kind of death that made people unable to help but have nightmares for a whole week. He stretched out his tongue, and even the root of his tongue was covered with purple patterns like bacteria. Something was making a huge hole in front of his chest, and a large pool of dried blood was left on the ground.

"I guess this must be the fatal cause. As for the weapon..." The head of death glanced at the laser gun in the hand of the deceased, "I guess he is holding it in his hand."

"Suicide?" Michael asked.

"A lot of suicides." said the head of the death. "It should be said that all the people in the cabin died of suicide. This is strange. As far as I know, Badoon is usually not so depressed? Maybe they all happened to suddenly be unable to think it out, or maybe the robot gentleman we are chasing has a very good eloquence. It seems that he is very good at convincing people."

Wanda frowned: "Do you know? What is the robot of '451'...I've already started to hate him."

The head of Death glanced at her: "Welcome to the club, little girl, so do I."

Michael ignored the bounty hunter's jokes and squatted down beside a corpse, scanning the corpse and the environment with the sensor of the armor. Although he did not get the order, Shirley also started to do the same thing very quickly.

"Tracking all human signs, Shirley," said Michael. "The results were fed back to me. What did you gain?"

A blue scanning light shot out from Shirley's eyes, slowly sweeping through the bodies everywhere, the floor and walls.

"The neural active gas is scanned and dispersed in the air in a life-sustaining manner. The probability of more than 85% is that the gas causes the organism's functional disorder, and then shows signs of hallucination, deterioration of thinking ability, etc., which leads to the self-harm of organisms."

"Then maybe we should be careful. Stand tighter with Wanda, Shirley, try to protect her with your particle shield, convert more energy into shield output to improve defense efficiency."

"I understand, sir." Shirley said, walking two steps towards Wanda.

Wanda frowned: "You know, I can protect myself."

Michael's order made her feel a little unhappy. She didn't like being a person who needed protection, and it felt like a burden.

Michael glanced at her: "I know you don't need it, it's just to be safe."

"I don't think that's a good idea." The head of death muttered, "Particle barriers, energy shields, these things are all big heads of energy output, just like holding a firebomb in your hand in the dead of night. People can sense us coming within a light year. Shouldn't we keep a low profile?"

"Don't worry, big guy, everything is in control." Michael stood up, "Come on, we have a robot to look for." He paused, "or should we wait for him to find us."

Michael turned around and looked calmly at the robot that appeared behind him at some point. It was a robot with a silver-white face, red eyes, blue body, and the painting style was like an alien machine that often appeared in science fiction movies.

It seems that this person is 451, which is the alien robot they are looking for.

As a result, the Robot Mr. did not seem to have the intention to answer them, but walked straight towards the big bounty hunter.

The robot glanced at Michael, Wanda and Shirley, and asked the head of death: "How come there are three? I thought I only want the Black Knight."

"They are in the same group, which is easier to do." Death head shrugged, "Don't worry, I won't charge extra fees. I will never revise the price in advance. This is my credibility."

He said, stretching out his hand: "Now, I'm fulfilling my part of my promise. It's time to pay."

"Very good, thank you for your help." 451 said, and found a gray square as big as three stacked bricks from somewhere. It was probably a common currency in the interstellar world.

The head of death took it, weighed the big thing in his hand, raised his eyebrows: "I don't remember the price is so much."

"Your mission was done well, this is a reward." 451 waved his hand, "Now, you can leave."

Wanda narrowed her eyes and stared at the big man: "You lied to us?"

"It's just a little lie, don't talk nonsense, little girl." Death's head shook his thick fingers, "Look, I told you that a robot had plundered your friends and stole the Voldi core. Every word of these is true. I promised that I would take you to find him, and I did this... Don't say that my Death's head was not trustworthy."

Then he turned to Michael: "About me saying that I admire you as an excellent warrior, those words come from the heart. But it has nothing to do with personal grudges, it's just a simple business. There should be bounty hunters on earth, right? I'll do things if you pay, it's that simple."

"Ah, I understand." Michael was not surprised at all, as if he had known that the leader of death would turn against the enemy. He said calmly, "But you should also be mentally prepared to do this."

The head of death whispered: "I have been in this industry for so many years and have offended many people, so I naturally know it. If anyone can cause trouble for me one day, I will admit defeat, because this job itself is like this."

He hummed a strange tune, took his reward in his hand, and left leisurely.

"Good luck to you," he said, waved his hand, and his back and singing walked along the passage.

451's eyes turned back to the three of them, showing a kind but unreasonable smile on their backs.

"Don't be so nervous, Shirley." He called out Shirley's name, "Easy. Disarm and disarm the shield and come here."

"Yes, sir." Shirley was as obsessed with the stranger's instructions, and walked to the other party with a stiff expression, as if she was possessed.

"Interesting, is it controlling artificial intelligence? Is this your ability?" Michael asked.
Chapter completed!