Vitoria didn't know where the enemy behind her was now, nor who she should trust, as if suddenly everyone became untrustworthy, and there was only rustling background sound in the radio.

Charlieson was not online, and the officers on the bridge disappeared.

The deck under your feet will make a creaking sound every once in a while. It is the sound made by special metals because of the adjustment of the internal flow layer structure, which is said to be quite similar to the sounds made by sea warships hundreds of years ago.

Vitoria had never noticed this sound before, but now, at this extremely quiet time, this sound made her a little nervous.

The cold white lights set the entire corridor like a cold storage. Vitoria had never felt that the light was so uncomfortable before.

She suddenly realized that she was on a ship, and although the ship was almost as big as a city to her, it was already a lonely ship sailing in boundless darkness.

What if all the people on the ship die? A psychic can do this.

When the female warrior's nerves kept beating slightly when she thought of herself locking in a lonely ship with tens of thousands of coffins.

If the psychic left like this, she would become the last survivor on the ship, wandering alone among the many coffins, unable to communicate with anyone for decades. Maybe she would talk to the dead and then eventually become a dead person.

Vitoriya slapped herself hard. The sudden fear made her sweat all over her body, but it came too suddenly and did not fit her personality at all. It was more like a memory that was forced into it.

The samurai realized that the enemy had arrived and was around him.

"Bad trick!" Vitoria threw away the cooling gun in her hand, took out the last grenade, pulled out the insurance fiercely, and held it in her hand: "Do you think this will scare me? Dream!"

The creaking sound surrounding the ears disappeared, or it was no longer enlarged, and the surrounding lights also changed from cool tones to the colors they should have. Of course, this was just in the eyes of the samurai. In fact, the surrounding environment has never changed.

All she changed was her psychological feelings.

"What are you doing? I saw you take out the grenade, damn it, insert the damn latch back!" Charlieson's voice appeared on the radio again: "What are you going crazy again? Or did you see something I can't see in the surveillance?"

"He's around me, Charlieson." The samurai observed carefully around and refused to let go of any corner: "He's around me."

Before Charlieson replied, Vitoria spoke again: "Charlieson, I'm sorry."

"What's the regret?" Charlieson asked in confusion: "You..."

"Do you still remember your injury? Your injury is healed?" Vitoria replied softly, and she pulled off her headset: "You are no longer in the monitoring room, do you still remember? You shouldn't be able to see me."

So, here you are, the samurai throws away another weapon and reaches out to grop in the direction in front of you: "Are you afraid of this grenade? Then you must be very close to me!"

It was me who brought the invisible enemy to the place he was looking for. After solving the mystery in his heart, the samurai instantly realized his mistake.

She didn't touch anything in front of her, but she was sure that the invisible enemy was around her, so she was afraid of this grenade.

The samurai let go of her hands neatly, and she would not be afraid of dying with the enemy.

However, the grenade stayed there the moment it left his hand, as if an invisible hand was holding it.

In fact, it is indeed the case.

Behind the Female, in the gap between the wall, an unusually thin figure gradually appeared, the pale palm tightly grasping the grenade, while his other hand stayed in the Female's ear.

"Why didn't I find you so smart before? A barbarian?" Charlieson's mouth was pressed into Vitoria's ear: "Why did you become so smart until I died?"

"I'm sorry, Charlieson." Vitoria turned her head slowly, almost facing Charlieson's head.

Charlieson's head was held in the air by his thin palms, and there was still a look of pain on his face, half of his spine was connected to his neck, and he was still covered with blood.

"Don't regret it. When I started, I was fast enough, and he didn't have time to remember anything." Bald Luojia, who had appeared with Deng Tengda, explained to Vitoria with a smile: "I have always been gentle, and there is no need to torture such a worthless imitation."

Like throwing garbage, Luo Jia threw Charlieson's head on the ground: "Then ma'am, thank you for your guidance. Please open this door now, otherwise such a good thing won't happen to you."

"Dream!" The female warrior took out a homemade battle axe from her back and skillfully rotated an axe flower in her hand. The face of the axe was the exorcist talisman she carved on her own. It was learned in the Beifeng Tribe and had the effect of fighting against the chaotic demons.

This is the killer weapon prepared by the female warrior for Yang Yuefan.

However, the next second, the female warrior was bounced away by Luo Jia, and her strong body hit the other side of the cabin and bounced hard to the ground.

Charlieson's unsightly eyes were facing Vitoria, as if he contained infinite regret.

Vitoria reached out and closed Charlieson's eyes, while Luo Jia did not interrupt the farewell ceremony. He waited quietly: "Our time is limited, lady, you know our means, you will always surrender, so why can't we skip this process and do what I said?"

"You can control my mind, or even simpler, look at my hands and verify bioinformatics." The samurai climbed up from the ground, feeling that his brain had never been so efficient: "But you didn't do that, you're even afraid that I would be killed, why?"

Luo Jia's face began to look ugly.

"I think it must be because Yang Yuefan created a little obstacle here on the psychic level." The female warrior said while staying away from the door of Xu Yichen's cabin: "You said through Charlieson's mouth that I am the key, so only I can block it through the psychic energy created by Yang Yuefan, right?"

"It's not good for you to be too smart, barbarian." The bald Luojia's eyes glowed: "I don't have to cooperate with you, but doing so will save me some effort. But since Yang Yuefan has been entangled now, I don't need to worry about so much. I will let you watch how the variables you give high expectations are killed."

In front of the female warrior, bald Luojia walked towards the cabin step by step, as if tens of thousands of tons were pressing against him.
Chapter completed!