Chapter 310: After the Millennium 10

Three days later, a total of 58 Defense Force agents boarded the starship bound for Marshall.

Fancy wearing a dark blue combat uniform, long golden hair tied high, tied behind his head, leaning against the window, looking at the bright and boundless galaxy outside.

From the moment she got on the starship, she didn't speak, the air pressure around her body was very low, and no one dared to approach her.

Agent Luther frowned when he saw her like this, thinking she had pre-war anxiety.

After thinking about it, she walked over, took off a rubber bracelet from her wrist and handed it to her, her tone was as cold as ever:

"If you are in danger, use this to call me, and I will be there as soon as possible."

Fancy turned his head to look at the bracelet in his hand, recognizing that it was a personal quick communicator.

She took it, looked up, landed on Hall's face with sunglasses, and said half-jokingly:

"I thought you wanted me to be buried in the universe, with no bones left."

The corners of his eyes tightened under Luther's sunglasses, formulating:

"It's a collective mission now. You are a member of our defense team. As the special agent, I will protect you no matter what, not only you, but also anyone else."

Fancy closed his smile, rubbed his fingers on the quick communication bracelet, and said:

"Since you admit that I am one of you, then I will say something more. If, I mean, if there is an accident in this mission, please ask Agent Luther to immediately order all the soldiers to retreat behind me. Of course , you can also think that I am talking nonsense and drunk, and forget it after listening to it."

Luther narrowed his eyes and looked at her, thought for a moment and said:

"You are so sure that there will be an accident? Chief Zheng can't get through, so come to me to do ideological work. What are you trying to do?"

Fancy felt his vigilance and suspicion, and as soon as he was angry, his words were not so polite:

"You're just guarding me like this? I said to retreat behind me, and I'll cut you off. What danger is there for me to bear it? Even so, you still suspect that I have other plans? What do you want me to do? Suicide while wearing a national flag. Is it your intention to die?"

"Believe it or not, pull it down or not, it's not my people who died anyway."

He threw the fancy hand-ring on him, twisted his head, and continued to look out the window.

Luther held back for a long time: "Those who are not from my clan..."

Fancy one second took over the conversation:

"I have a different mind, you stupid human being."

Luther was choked like a pig's liver.

A day later, the battle starship arrived at Marshall.

As soon as they landed, everyone felt that the temperature dropped rapidly and the cold was biting.

Everyone wore heavy armored clothing, and the internal temperature was adjusted to the temperature of the human body before they could walk normally.

It doesn't feel fancy at all. The only thing don't get used to is that the wind and snow are too heavy, and it always sticks to her helmet, blocking her vision.

Marshall Star is too cold.

Heating alone consumes a lot of Cookstone.

Zheng Chao touched the snow on his helmet and raised his voice to give the order:

"Attention everyone! Go to the C-23 nest now, please use Cookstone sparingly, and try to reach the destination before the next supply."

C represents the degree of risk of xenogeneic species, decreasing in turn from S to F.

The numbers that follow represent the first generation of xenogeneic pups.

"Yes!" The agents responded one by one, turning on the armored suit's maneuvering mode and moving forward.

On the way, Fancy simply lifted the helmet glass and let the wind and snow hit her delicate face.

Now it's clear.

This move shocked everyone.

The temperature of Marshall Star is as low as minus fifty degrees Celsius, and normal humans, even synthetic humans, will be frostbitten during long-term exposure to cold air.

Even more so against the wind.

Chief Zheng was also afraid that she would blow it badly, so he ordered, and shook his head fancyly to indicate that it was all right.

It turns out that it's all right.

After driving for more than two hours, the inhuman girl had no problems at all, and her expression was still vivid and lovely.

This makes all agents envious.

This physical quality is estimated to be beyond the reach of synthetic humans after hundreds of years of development.

When they were about to approach the target lair, the crowd settled down five miles away.

This will be their rest point for the next few days and a supply point for the backup team.

Everyone gathered around to eat, while Fancy was brushing the information of "Xenogeneic Encyclopedia".

While brushing, heard the team members whispering about her voice.

It's not that she was listening on purpose... It's just that her hearing is so unbelievable right now that it's hard not to hear.

"When I just passed her, I felt so cold on her body. No wonder the low temperature outside is useless to her."

"You don't even have to eat without seeing her, and you don't see her... um, go to the toilet."

A young agent soldier smiled and said:

"It looks so beautiful, if you have to go to the toilet, it will ruin your image."

When Luther, who was passing by, heard this, he gave the talking little soldier a head: "Eat your meal!"

Fancy thought it was funny, but the smile on the corner of his mouth froze the next second.

She heard something approaching about a kilometer away from them.

It was also interspersed with the messenger tweets of adult C-23 Xenomorphs.

Fancy and solemn voice: "Everything is quiet! Put out the flames!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone subconsciously shut up, and then looked at Zheng Chao and Luther.

Before the two leaders could speak, Fancy ran outside the tent, grabbed an aerial photography patrol robot, and ordered it to patrol in the direction it heard.

Sure enough, within ten minutes, the robot took a picture of a large number of adult xenomorphs ambushing in their direction.

"How did you find out?" Agent Luther frowned.

They deployed 20 aerial photography patrol robots to wrap the entire nest in an airtight manner.

The training robots didn't find out the first time, how did she know that there were adult xenomorphs trying to ambush them?

The determined direction is still so accurate?

Fancy pointed to his ear, indicating that he heard it.

Of course Luther didn't believe it.

But after that, he had to believe.

Because of their fancy ears, they managed to escape several adult xenomorphs' ambush and successfully sneaked into the lair without losing a single soldier.

This is something that has never happened in their mission history.

Zheng Chao looked at Lude with a smile, his eyes seemed to say:

Look, I said it was right to bring her.

Luther snorted and turned his head away.

C-23's lair is like a deep iceberg cave tunnel, with a large detector light and blue translucent ice cones everywhere, like the fangs of beasts, glowing with cold light.

The temperature inside the cave was lower than outside, and even in the thick and constant temperature armor, the soldiers felt chills down their spines.

Fancy is still like a person who has nothing to do. If it wasn't for the preparation of battle, she would like to take off this cumbersome armored suit.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, suddenly there was light in the cave.

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