Chapter 881:

The Apache pushed open every door he passed with a shoulder, and twice he played beams on the device in the cabin. He doesn't know their purpose, but the complete destruction of each machine is out of good consciousness and logical requirements.
There is a voice behind. Li Wei whirled and saw Jill Lee and Buck beside him.
"Up?" Jill Lee asked.
"Then," Buck added. The Tatars said they dug a bunker below.
Li Huai suggested: "Separate and cause as much damage as possible."
"agree!"
Li Bai quickened his pace. He passed another door, and then suddenly turned around, because he realized that the door had been handed over to the computer room. He blasted two long lines with a gun and cut the accessories into tattered pieces. Suddenly the light went out. The siren disappeared. If not all, part of that ship is dead. And now, it may come to the hunter and be hunted in the dark. But, as far as it goes, this is an advantage.
Li Huai returned to the corridor again, crawling in a strange, lifeless atmosphere. The shouting stopped, as if the sudden malfunction of the machine shocked the magic army.
Very small sound-maybe the sound of scraping boots on a ladder. Li Huai turned back into the carriage. A flash of light instantly illuminated the corridor. People approaching are using the torch. Li Huai drew the knife with one hand and reversed it so that he could use the heavy handle as a silencer. Another person is now hurrying to investigate the burned out engine compartment. Li Badi could hear the harsh sound of his rapid breathing. right now!
Apache put down the gun and closed his left arm on his shoulder. When Li Huai hit with the hilt, the demon army gasped. Not clean-he must fight again before his fight is over. Then, he stared at him with both hands and stripped Xing's body on the floor of the auto and torch.
Davis's weapon was placed on the front of his belt, holding the burner in one hand and the torch in the other, and Li Badi continued on. The people above will most likely believe that he is their comrade return. He found the ladder leading to the next level and started to climb, stopping from time to time to listen.
Shock precedes sound. Below him, the ladder swayed, and the sphere itself shook a little. Some kind of explosion must be caused on or below the ground. The bunker that Buck mentioned?
Li Bai clung to the ladder tightly, waiting for the vibration to subside. There was a shout from above, questioning. . . He hurriedly climbed up a new step, climbing out of the ladder in time to prevent the light of the other flashlight from flashing through the well. The questioning call was made again, and then a shot-the sound of the explosion was loud in the confined space.
There was a waiting sharpshooter crawling into the lamp, which was really stupid. Is there any other way possible? Li Huai retreated, one of the corridors shining from the ladder well. Quickly check the cabins on that route and tell him that he has reached a residential area. The model is familiar; the control room will be on the next level.
Suddenly, Apache remembered something: There should be an emergency opening on each floor, which can lead to the isolated space between the inner and outer skins of the ship, through which maintenance can be carried out. If he can find that and climb to the next level.
The light shining in the well remained steady, and there was another crack where the gunshot echoed. But Li Huai was far enough away from the ladder now, and he dared to use his torch to find the door he needed on the wall. His heart beat and saw the outline-his luck came in! Russian and Western ships are the same.
After the panel opened, he raised the torch and found the climbing step and the shadow outline of the next opening above. Li Huai fixed the alien's gun in the window sash beside the automatic device, held the torch in his mouth, and climbed up, not daring to imagine the deep fall below. Four...five...ten steps, he can reach another door.
His fingers slid over it, looking for the trap to release. But there was no answer. He waved his fist and fell at an awkward angle, almost losing his balance because the panel fell under his blow. The door opened and he passed through.
dark! Li Bai suddenly grabbed the torch, looked at him at a relay of the system, and sprayed it all over as he rotated, destroying the eyes and ears of the ship-unless the burnout he caused below had already been done. An automatic fire came from his left, and his arm burned about an inch below his shoulder.
Li Badi's actions are pure reflections. Even if his brain makes a crazy rejection, he is waving the burner! Defend yourself with autos, knives, and arrows-yes; but not so. He shrank against the wall.
Not long ago, there was a person there, a living breathing person, even if it was not his own belief, but a species of his own. That was because his own muscles were loosened and he consciously obeyed the training of the fighters. So simple-death can be dealt with meaninglessly. The weapon in his hand is indeed a gift from the devil they should be afraid of. Regardless of intent, such weapons must not be handed over to anyone.
Li Badi gulped. He wants to throw away the burner and throw it at him. But his task of using it correctly has not yet been completed.
He inexplicably sat on the control cabin, turning the ship into a dead body, freeing himself from the heavy burden of inner and horror between his hands. This weight can be put aside; memory cannot. Moreover, people like him no longer have to have such memories.
The rumbling of the drum is like a pulse, accelerating blood to the rhythm of the brain, making a person's eyes sparkle and his muscles tense, as if he was holding an arrow to draw a bow rope or arching his fingers on the handle of a knife . A raging fire rushed towards the face, people were jumping and spinning in a frenzied dance, and the Talwar blade caught and reflected the red flame. Crazy, wild, the Mongols were drunk by victory and freedom. In addition to them, the silver globe on the ship also showed the black hole where it died, which is a past death for everyone.
"What should I do now?" Menlik came to Li Huai with amulets and amulet clanging when he moved. There is no wild enthusiasm on the shaman's face. On the contrary, it seems that he has taken a few steps in the life of the tribe and is stepping into another person. The questions he asks are shared by all.
Li Badi felt exhausted and flattened. They have achieved their goal. The few red overlords died, and their machines were burned out. There is no more control here. Men are free physically and mentally. What do they have to do with that freedom?
"First," Apache said of his thoughts-"We must return these thoughts."
These three alien weapons are tied into a square Mongolian fabric, invisible, although they cannot be easily turned away. Only a few other people have seen them. They must be repatriated before their power is generally recognized.
"I want to know if it will be in the days to come," Buck mused. "They won't say that we pull lightning down from the sky like thunder killers to help us. But that is correct. We must return them and merge them. Created that valley and its taboos."
"If another ship comes, is that your ship?" Menlik asked cleverly.
Li Huai stared at the Tatar shaman shaman and opened fire on the group of people. His nightmare dragged into the clearing. ...What if a ship comes in, and that ship is carrying Ash, Murdoch, people he knows and likes, and friends on the ship? What about his protection and knowledge of the tower? Can he be sure what to do? He wiped his forehead with both hands, and then slowly said:
"If this happens, we will take measures,"
But can they? He began to strongly hope that, at least in his life, this situation would not happen, and then felt the coldness of the exile that they had to exile.
"Do we like it," is he with other people or trying to resist his own rebellion? "Unless people in our age are wiser and more controlling than ours, we can't let people know what's under these towers...being discovered...used...".
Menlicka was holding the shaman's wand, turning it between his fingers, then under the drooping lid he looked at the three Apaches in a new size.
"Then I said to you: This custody must also be a double accusation, and my people should also bear it. Because if they suspect that you alone control these powers and their secrets, they will produce jealousy, hatred, fear, and The difference between us. We have been war from the beginning... Air raids... This is a vast land, neither of our two groups has that much. If there is room for everyone to live today, should we fall apart from this day? ? If these ancient things are evil, then let us both taboo together."
Of course he is right. They will have to face the facts. For peace, no matter which side it goes, any non-world ship is a threat. This is where they keep and take root. The sooner they see themselves as people with a common bond, the better. The suggestion is provided for contact.
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