Chapter 83: The end is coming (2)

　　 At the same time, in the northern hemisphere, the interrogation room of a Tiger Shark-class destroyer above the logistics base of the 3789 division.
　　The room was full of radiance illuminated by the large incandescent lamp on the ceiling. On the side of the cold metal table, there was a woman sitting on a black chair, and the tears on her cheeks that had dried up washed away the appropriate makeup.
　　 There is a man on the other side of the table, even if the opposite is a beautiful beauty with rain in pear blossoms, there is no hint of pity and jade on his face, he is still unsmiling and majestic.
　　 Catherine raised her head and secretly glanced at Alfred Leonard who was directly across from her. The tension in her heart became stronger. No trust, doubt, anger, sorrow, joy, and other emotions can be seen on his face, as if it was a face ironed by an iron, and it looked cold and selfless from beginning to end.
　　 She swears that everything she said and shouldn't be said, she said. Including that she was frightened and couldn't even handle her weapons, which was a shameful thing relative to her status as a soldier.
　　 "Lieutenant Catherine, think about it again, is there anything else you want to add? Why did everyone else die, and only you survived?"
"I...I really don't know this, when... I was... I was fainted, so..." Catherine's voice became smaller and smaller, first because Alfred's cold eyes made her feel extremely uncomfortable Comfortable, and second, because this fact is too embarrassing, completely betrayed the vow made under the banner of the "Celtic" holy sword when he graduated.
"Do you mean those people who have found it in their conscience? Or are you convinced by your beauty and would rather let you have a life?" The sneer that should have been accompanied by a sneer was spoken in Alfred’s mouth, but it was People have a very strange feeling, as if he was stating an insignificant report. However, when he heard the person’s ears, it was particularly harsh, as if there was a sharp knife prying open the ribs, which was very elegant but extremely cruel. Action, pierce out the four words "You are lying" with one knife.
　　 "I..." Catherine opened her mouth, but couldn't think of how to argue.
　　 Why? Why would those people let them go? Covet your own beauty? body? But they didn't treat themselves like that. Conscience discovery? Then why did everyone else die? Susan, Ye Dan, and Ai Luoli, they are also helpless women, why didn't any of them survive?
　　 When she was feeling unreasonable, the door opened, and a panicked messenger broke in and walked to Alfred's side and whispered.
"What?" After hearing the statement of the messenger, Alfred, who is known for his cold face and ruthlessness, couldn't help but screamed. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times. There was an incredible light in his eyes: "Go, go to the ship. bridge."
　　 "Then what should she do?"
　　 Alfred narrowed his eyes slightly: "Find someone to her to the Fleet Headquarters. I always feel that even if the strange enemies are not her comrades, there is some connection between the two."
　　 "Yes." The messenger responded.
　　 Alfred made this arrangement self-righteously, turned and walked outside the door. The messenger who was left behind and the dull-faced Catherine stared at each other.
　　 "I... are those people's accomplices?" Catherine felt that Alfred must be crazy. This idea is simply ridiculous. Is she accomplices with those enemies? Maria is on, this is simply the most ridiculous joke in the world.
　　 But, let her explain, but there is no way to argue. Colonel Edward had surveillance data to testify that he had no intersection with those people. What about her?
　　……
　　 Alfred rushed to the bridge at the fastest speed. As soon as the door opened, the flashing picture on the central screen looked like a sledgehammer and hit him hard in the chest.
　　 The rocks collapsed, the ground cracked, and abysses ran through the horizon from north to south, as if there was a beast that had just awakened from sleep. It opened its arms and tore a road to purgatory.
　　 The steel dome has been opened, the ground troops are all in place, tanks, armored vehicles, and all kinds of guided missile vehicles are aiming at the remains of Ipsilon in the center of the pit.
The 　　 spy squad has also been dispatched, just waiting to approach the ruins, with artillery support, and launching a surprise attack on the enemy inside. As for the warships of the Tiger Shark Alliance, they swept from the side. Once the enemy appeared, they would be greeted by endless artillery madness.
　　 That group of people are already dead in the urn. Death will be their only end.
　　 In the face of the Empire’s heavily armed space fleet, no army can survive. Those three people are just jokers who can jump for a while, but they cannot jump for a lifetime. Right now, they are about to usher in the doomsday judgment.
　　Thunder Fleet-The power that Prince Walker Stewart relies on most, the loyal guardian of the "Celtic" holy sword. Any enemy that stands in the path of the empire will be crushed by it.
　　 In the face of a behemoth that can dominate the outer space, that small group of bugs who dare to provoke the majesty of the empire are just the grasshoppers after autumn, and they will die soon.
　　 This is the idea of ​​all the soldiers of the 3789 Division. As for the Thunder Fleet, the bug unit was not in sight at all. Under the giant cannon of the big ship, how much waves can a unit of less than 50 people make?
　　 However, the unexpected scene for everyone, it just happened, silently and without warning. Starting from the pothole where the Ypsilon ruins are located, the earlier smooth and mirror-like stone collapsed suddenly, and the collapse was centered on the ruins and spread towards the surrounding lightning.
　　 A few spy teams that had already slid to the halfway couldn't avoid them, one by one, like meatballs rolled into a pan, with sharp screams, they fell into the bottomless abyss at speed.
The soldiers on standby around the 　　 basin were in a daze. "Earthquake, it's an earthquake!"
　　 The cracks spread upward along the annular abyss around the ruins. Large chunks of rock, like tofu dregs under a hammer, fell slouch, rolling and falling all the way.
Accompanied by bursts of screams, a tank car's was raised high, like a black rhino whose was poked and flew forward. It fell to the ground, rolled down like a hot wheel, and finally disappeared into the abyss. trace.
　　 This horrible scene shocked all the vehicle drivers. Without the command of the commander, they squeezed their horsepower and reversed. However, those rock-climbing cracks are faster, they are intertwined, and the strong geological movement causes some slabs to rise and some sink. As the cracks widen, one island after another is formed.
　　 The isolated island in the vast ocean may represent safety, but at this moment, the isolated island of Nami Star represents death.
　　Perhaps, in the eyes of those on the battleship, it is a bit inappropriate to call it an isolated island, because there are no waves or waves here. However, the reality is like a neighborhood committee aunt holding slippers, violently pulling a shoe sole on their faces.
　　 The waves came, and the waves came, but they were fiery red, with the smell of saltpeter and sulfur. It was violent~EbookFREE.me~ fierce and stubborn. Perhaps, from the air, it looks more like an elf, dancing a pleasing red skirt dance, throwing away one vehicle after another with its rich and charming two-lobed hip waves.
　　The cracks spread, and the magma surged up. This scene is like the gods drawing a magical pattern representing death on the earth.
　　 The communication channel has long been chaotic, and I am still struggling in an isolated island, crying for father and mother. Those who fell into the lava screamed again and again. Those who were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe were too late to congratulate, because the seam that swallowed infinite lives like a sickle of death was radiating into the distance at the speed of chasing the wind day by day.
　　The sunlight of the tranquil star spreads across the surface, as soft as ever, just like its name, quiet and peaceful.
　　 It's just that, at this time, Nami Star is in sharp contrast, like a urchin who is tantrum in his mother's arms. The price of its tantrum was the death of thousands of people.
　　 A fountain looked like lava pouring from the ground, directly engulfing a saber-toothed anti-armored chariot.
　　 Suddenly, a dazzling burst of light bursts out, which is the flash of the explosion of a fuel depot that can defend against missiles. Scorching magma rushed out, flowing through the repair shop, through the barracks, and finally ignited the ammunition depot.
　　The continuous explosions and the increasingly fast-paced earthquakes descended on the world like purgatory.
　　 Alfred stared at the scene outside the porthole blankly. He couldn't help but feel cold with his hands and feet, and his whole body was bitterly cold. How could this... Why did it evolve into this situation? Nami Star, who should have been silent, why did it come back to life? It was like a violent dwarf in a fairy tale, with such a temper.