Alien Relic Hunter

Bullets…shooting…enemies…monsters…

As the blurry memories became clear again, Ke Lan's breathing became heavier.

The pieces of flesh that turned into human shapes, the eyeballs moving in the ice, the giant centipede made of flesh and blood... none of this is an illusion!

These things are all true! They are not hallucinations!

He fired! In the stone room, he fired at the centipede-like monster!

Ke Lan subconsciously grasped the armrest of the seat, and the gun in his hand fell to the metal floor with a crisp sound.

"What's wrong with you? You don't seem to be feeling well?" Hound asked, "Everyone had a check-up when we came here, aren't there any problems?"

"It's just...just a little exhausted..." Ke Lan responded quickly.

"Exhaustion? Your behavior doesn't look like collapse, it looks like epilepsy." Ivan raised his eyebrows, "Although this is not my area of ​​expertise, I know a doctor who is very good at treating epilepsy."

"...Forget it, I'm afraid I'll have to be cured even if I'm not sick." Ke Lan pretended to be relaxed and calmly wiped away a thin bead of sweat on his forehead.

If those hallucinations are real, then why are everyone else's memories distorted except for yourself? If it was just amnesia, that would make sense, but the problem is - when I originally encountered those "hallucinations", other people had completely different and clear memories, as if I suddenly traveled to a parallel time and space where the script had been fine-tuned. In those few hours, Ke Lan and others experienced completely different plots.

This is impossible.

Ke Lan was basically certain that what he saw and heard was definitely not an illusion. The missing bullets in the magazine were the most powerful evidence... But, what about the others?

Taking a step back, assuming that other people's memories have been modified, but those test tubes containing blood specimens that Ke Lan watched Ivan put into his pocket, why did they disappear? Could it be that Ivan unconsciously discarded the specimen test tube in order to "justify his theory"?

But how to explain that stone room? There are many reasons why the monster's body disappeared, but how did the wall that was originally covered with knife marks be restored? How could the big hole in the ceiling of the stone chamber disappear out of thin air?

There are so many things that don’t make sense...

Just when Ke Lan felt his head begin to hurt again, a sweet voice suddenly came from directly in front, interrupting his thoughts.

"The captain asked me to deliver food to you."

Ke Lan raised his head and saw a female orderly wearing a skirt uniform and with short light brown hair appearing at the door of the lounge carrying a tray with five boxes of steaming meals.

"Oh, just leave it here, thank you." Ivan quickly pointed to the coffee table in the middle of the lounge.

"These foods are all made in the kitchen at short notice. They may be a bit crude. I hope you don't dislike it." The girl looked very young, as if she had just joined the army. There was a hint of embarrassment in both her movements and her tone...especially after being surrounded by several people. Under the scorching eyes of the big men, he was constantly looking at me.

"Why would you dislike it? Haha, it's better to have a mouthful of hot rice than to eat compressed biscuits!" In order to relieve the embarrassment, Hound stood up with a smile. He seemed to want to pat the orderly's shoulder, but was stopped by him. The latter ducked away in a panic.

"If nothing happens...well...I, I'll go out first..." the orderly said stutteringly, turned around and ran away.

"Hehe... Layton, I dare to bet you that this girl is definitely a baby!" As soon as the orderly walked out, the hound immediately put on a lustful and lewd expression.

"It's none of your business, do you think people think highly of you?" Layton said angrily, lying sprawled on the seat.

"Even if you can't succeed, it's still good to feast your eyes. If you ask me, the guy who designed uniforms for the Air Force must be an old pervert. Look at the uniform skirt. Although the hem hangs down to the knees, there are slits on both sides. But it reached right up to the thighs, and there were big V-neck tops and low-cut shirts... Gee, you could see that wonderful canyon at a glance, especially when she just leaned over to put the tray. The child's development is really good now... …”

"I saw it, I saw it, it's pink, and it has lace." Leighton waved his only hand with a dull look on his face.

"Damn it, didn't you also read it! Why are you still pretending that sex is empty? Could it be that you are withered?" Hound jumped to the sofa on one side angrily.

"Okay, okay, everyone knows you are an old pervert. Hurry up and eat. If you don't eat, you will get cold." Layton picked his nose, "By the way, I can't move. Old dog, please help me get one." Bring the lunch box."

"You just know how to call me!"

Despite the scolding, Hound still took a box of food and handed it to Layton.

Although the orderly said it was made on the spur of the moment, the meal was actually quite sumptuous, with vegetables, meat, and even a poached egg for each person.

The vegetables are fresh, very different from the kimchi and pickles in cans, and the meat is not the common soy protein synthetic meat, but genuine pork belly, 30% lean and 70% fat, and even the poached eggs are runny.

"Damn... the Air Force is really a master. We in the Army were born from our stepmother. The food they eat is better than what we had during the holidays..." Hound complained as he took big mouthfuls of food.

"Don't talk while eating, or you might choke." Ivan said. He was not used to using chopsticks, but fortunately there were two spare spoons on the tray.

"...Cough cough cough...don't curse me...Water, is there any water?"

Just when the hound raised his head and looked for water, there was a strong shaking. A piece of braised pork dipped in thick oil and red sauce rolled out of his lunch box, fell to the ground, and bounced forward several times. .

"...cough cough cough...my flesh...cough cough..."

"Boom!!" There was another shaking, accompanied by a dull explosion.

"Explosion? What happened?" Ke Lan and Ivan stood up from their seats at the same time, while Asano Akira subconsciously put his hand on the handle of the knife.

"Ahem... let's go to the bridge and have a look. I'm afraid we're in trouble." The hound stopped looking for water and got up and walked outside.

…

"Why are you here?" Seeing several hunters rushing into the bridge without saying hello, the lieutenant colonel and captain naturally looked a little unhappy, but he did not get angry, but his tone seemed a little stiff.

The Hound chuckled and said, "Is it the Exiles' anti-aircraft firepower?"

"how do you know?"

"You guessed it." The hound stroked the stubble on his chin with some pride, "I have been dealing with these bastards for several years, and I am very aware of their little tricks."

"...It is indeed those exiles. The battleship was hit by two rockets of unknown type. Fortunately, the power was very small and did not penetrate the armor. Now the energy shield has been opened." The captain frowned and pointed. The screen on the side is the picture captured by the external camera: In an open river valley, several people wearing khaki camouflage cloaks are running wildly, and several empty rocket launchers are thrown on the ground not far away.

"Isn't this a living target? Why don't you fight back?" the hound asked.

"Please don't command me." The lieutenant colonel glanced at the hound, and then said with some embarrassment, "It's not that I don't want to fight back... All the carrier-based aircraft on the ship have been sent out to perform rescue missions, and there are no aircraft on this battleship. Equipped with close-in defense artillery, the only ground strike weapons are attack missiles... The problem is that this river valley is very strange, shrouded in a field of extremely strong electromagnetic interference, and the missiles cannot lock on to the target."

"Then let them run away like this?" Ke Lan couldn't help but ask. In his impression, the soldiers on the Ark did not have such a good temper of "not fighting back".

"That's definitely not the case. The battleship is adjusting its angle and intends to use its main gun to wipe out the enemy with one strike." The captain coughed twice and said seriously.

When he heard the word "main gun", the hound's expression was quite wonderful: "Damn, isn't that a cannon to fight mosquitoes?"

The main gun of the Iris-class battleship is a small plasma cannon. Although it is small, its power is also extremely terrifying - this thing is neither a laser weapon nor a live ammunition weapon, but uses laser to heat heavy hydrogen to extremely high temperatures. The temperature causes some of the electrons in the atoms to be stripped off, forming a plasma, commonly known as plasma, which is then ejected out of the weapon.

Such a ball of plasma is enough to vitrify the entire river valley, and as for the exiles, there won't even be any residue left.

"With this one shot, at least nearly a thousand units of crystals will have to be drained, right?" Hound changed the subject, "How about this, leave these guys to us, which not only saves energy, but also can get some for interrogation. Live mouth, just in time, I can also vent my anger on these bastards, what do you think?"