Chapter 411: 191 Proliferation
What is the most grueso way to die?
Everyone has different experiences, so naturally, their conclusions differ as well.
But unquestionably, the deaths of so passengers on this ship unsettled even the battle-hardened Captain Griss, prompting him to contemplate pixelating the twisted bodies on the corridor’s edge.
“Stay vigilant,” Griss whispered as his laser rifle discharged several light bullets, thodically shattering the skulls of these corpses.
This was a necessary precaution.
On several occasions when dealing with biochemical leak crises, they had encountered lifeforrms declared dead suddenly reanimating, and even instances of human cells recombining into monstrous forms.
That imagery was quite horrific, far more terrifying than the internal organ swelling caused by sudden depressurization.
The advancent of biotechnology did not always yield beneficial outcos.
Moreover, an extended lifespan was a lifelong pursuit for many high-ranking officials and nobles.
Hearing Griss’s instructions through the earpiece, several team mbers behind him each nodded.
Two Fire Control chanical Soldiers illuminated the cabin ahead with their devices, but the security door blocked their path.
Sothing seed to be writhing and clinging to the door.
They were at the transition bridge of the ship, located on either side of the engine room. The heartless capitalists had even installed passenger seats here, leaving only a narrow corridor; both the front and back were cargo holds.
Griss frowned at the patterns on the security door. Approaching a bit closer, he recognized that this was not uncommon.
It was rely so pink cellular tissue with various protrusions.
Around it were so light white, foam-like hardened tissues—a result of the cells becoming stiff.
Suppressing a wave of nausea rising in his stomach, Griss gestured to the rear.
The chanical Transford—engineers controlled two spheres moving forward, with one spewing high-temperature flas directly onto the security door, and the other emitting a high-energy laser beam attempting to cut through it.
Although the door of this civilian ship was made of simple alloys, the process was slow due to the single-soldier equipnt they carried.
Two more spheres joined the cutting task.
“Mind your energy consumption,” Griss reminded in a low voice.
His voice traveled through the communication device, reaching the ears of his teammates, and also those at the command center of the three dedicated battle ships on the outskirts and the special forces command hall.
All three teams that had entered the Ghost Ship were sending back similar images.
They were all blocked by security doors, finding cell tissues clinging everywhere.
One team entered the rear cargo hold, which was filled with web-like pink structures that made one’s skin crawl.
After a brief discussion, the commanders, showing a hint of conscience, relayed an order to the front line:
“Permission to open fire at will.”
Griss’s mouth twitched slightly.
Do we need your authorization for this? You prohibit
from shooting at monsters, and I’ll shoot you back.
Of course, this was rely a fleeting thought.
“Understood,” Captain Griss responded in his mature male baritone.
…
Aboard the Feinan.
Before Yang Ming was a projection screen with constantly scrolling characters.
Lyu was attempting to crack the opposing side’s communication signals.
The Sherman Empire had always been “dwarfed in civilian matters,” “a giant in military matters.” The complexity of encryption between their warships’ communication devices often left adversaries in awe.
Even equipped with the new main brain of the East Wind, Lyu needed so ti—and success was not guaranteed.
With the equipnt on the Feinan, Yang Ming could only monitor the Blue Issue from afar.
He felt a bit anxious.
This anxiety reminded him of the most significant event he’d experienced on Earth—the high school entrance exam.
Of course, the two were incomparable.
A small instrunt was placed beside him.
This was a bio-signal jamr completed by Lyu using technology provided by the examiner teacher, similar to Miss Hera’s.
Thanks to this instrunt, the Valkyrie couldn’t sense Yang Ming at that mont; similarly, Yang Ming couldn’t sense the Valkyrie directly.
He rely felt slightly irritable.
Yang Ming suspected that the Valkyrie might share a similar feeling.
His fingers rested against each other, his body nestled in the seat, his expression unchanged for a long while.
The projection screen in front trembled slightly, revealing a few images.
Lyu had succeeded!
But since the opponent utilized multi-channel communication techniques, the footage Yang Ming saw was incomplete, fra-skipped, barely allowing him to discern the cabin scene.
Damn it!
Yang Ming’s forehead slowly darkened.
Wasn’t this reminiscent of that old research ship scenario?
Cells freely proliferating everywhere?
Even a few uncensored grotesque corpses laying in the corners.
Lyu continued deciphering the communication, building a dual channel structure after several minutes.
Finally, the images Yang Ming saw stabilized, allowing him to view the cabin details via devices carried by the three exploration teams.
“Captain Griss?”
Yang Ming raised an eyebrow, murmuring, “He’s quite active.”
Lyu offered no response to such pointless comnts.
She was busy “snooping” the signal. The Sherman Empire’s dynamic encryption machine continually altered decoding thods, forcing her to stay in sync with their rhythm to let Yang Ming continue snooping.
At this mont, the progress of the three teams was almost in unison; they had opened the first security door.
Lyu adjusted the monitoring footage of the three teams, locking the main perspective on the recording equipnt on Captain Griss’s shoulder.
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