Alien Relic Hunter.

Chapter 463 Oxygen
"To be honest, I don't have any clue." After Ke Lan finished speaking, he switched to the one-on-one communication mode with the hound, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "My abilities, in this tunnel There is no response in it...you know the triggering conditions of those memory fragments, only things related to the Alpha civilization can activate it, so I think this tunnel was built by a third party."

"That's not necessarily inside that 'Yagunaktor'...don't tell me you guessed it." The hound whispered.

"Hey... It's really just a guess. Anyway, the matter is outrageous enough, so just guess in the most outrageous direction, maybe I will be fooled." Ke Lan teased.

"Then what do you think we should do now? You are the commander of the reconnaissance team. If you don't even have a clue, how can you lead this team?" Hound worried, "Don't look at everyone's condition is still stable now. , but if you want to say that you are not nervous at all, you must be lying... Once this kind of anxiety spreads, and even turns into panic, the situation will be difficult to control. Especially those guys from the Security Bureau , I don’t know about the others, but the leading lady is obviously not on the right track with us.”

"Let's go along the tunnel first. The information we have now is too poor. It's better to waste time guessing here. There may be clues ahead." When Ke Lan said this, The communication channel was switched from one-on-one to all members of the scouting team.

"Maybe what's waiting for us is not a clue, but some monster..." Layton had just said that before he was kicked by the hound on the buttocks.

"Shut your crow's mouth!"

"Even if it's ghosts and ghosts, it's a kind of clue." Ivan said, "I'm looking forward to seeing some unusual things. Anyway, it's better than staring at this unchanging tunnel."

"That's right!" Seeing someone standing by his side, Layton instantly gained confidence and raised his chin at the hound, "All fear comes from the lack of firepower. If you really encounter any monsters, just blow them into pieces." It’s okay to be scum.”

After finishing speaking, Layton pulled the bolt of the heavy machine gun in a bragging manner.

"Hehe, the rain has stopped and the sky has cleared up. You think you can do it again, don't you? How can you do it? Why don't you just go out from the middle of the heretic sect's control area?"

"Okay, if you want to chat, talk on the road, it's time to act." After Ke Lan finished speaking, he was the first to climb onto Valkyrie's back.

"Hey, I should have installed a few detachable seats on the back of this machine if I knew it earlier, even if there is a base to fix the power armor." Layton climbed to Valkyrie's shoulder while talking , placed the heavy machine gun on top of the body.

"Everyone get in the 'car', let's go!" The hound greeted the others, and he himself threw the backpacks full of rations into the cockpit of the aircraft, "It's [-]:[-] p.m. Min, I just had a meal two hours ago, and the next meal is scheduled to start ten hours later, is there any problem? If someone is hungry and dizzy, don’t hold back, just say it, I don’t want to because Due to the problem of supply, there was a reduction in staff ahead of time."

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The reconnaissance team traveled through the tunnel for nine hours in a row in the mecha, and during these nine hours, the surrounding scenery didn't even change in the slightest—if it wasn't for the traces they used dyes along the way , I almost wondered if I had been spinning in circles.

"The moving speed of the mecha is about 50 yards to 60 yards, which means that we have run almost [-] kilometers in this tunnel... Damn, even the English Channel Tunnel on Earth is only that long. "The hound complained, "Even if we are really inside that 'Yagunaktor', it is almost the end, right? The diameter of the ark is [-] kilometers, so is it possible that this thing has a length of several hundred kilometers?"

"If the space folding technology is used, the space inside the battleship may be much larger than the volume that can be observed from the outside." Ke Lan said, "If the civilization that built this battleship is really more advanced than the Alpha civilization, I think It's entirely possible that they could have a technology that only exists in science fiction."

"That's really..."

Before the hound could speak, a strange "cuckoo" sound interrupted him suddenly.

"Who? Whose stomach is growling?" He was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at the others.

There was a blush on Aya Breya's face, and she was pressing her lower abdomen with her hands—but to her embarrassment, when the hound looked at her, her stomach growled again. up.

Suddenly, her face became redder.

The hound immediately burst out laughing: "I thought the people in your Security Bureau were all robots who didn't need to eat and shit...So you guys growl when you're hungry?"

"The peristalsis of the intestines and gastrointestinal tract is a very normal phenomenon... I'm not a biochemical engineer, so it's impossible to control it..." Aya argued in a low voice.

"She only ate a little food in the last meal." Ke Lan said from the side. Among the five agents, Aya, the team leader, had the most food left—it wasn't because of her backpack. The food in the house is more than the other four people, but because she only eats half of the other people's portion every time she eats, although she does not consume fewer calories than the other people in action.

"You're not on a diet to keep fit, are you?" The hound joked with a smile, "Can you still hold on? Dinner will be ready in an hour. If you really can't stand it, I'll tell you two nasty jokes Distract your attention?"

The ridicule is ridicule, even though the hound said so, he handed over an energy bar in his hand.

Aya glanced at him in surprise, reached out to take the energy bar, and replied "Thank you".

"You are better than those security bureau agents I have met before. Those guys who are like [-] million people don't know how to say thank you." The hound took out a lighter from his pocket, and shook it Opening the metal cover, rubbing the grinding wheel lightly, the swaying flames rose instantly, "Layton, you will find a way to get an iron pot out, let's cook..."

The word "soup" in "cooking soup" was not uttered, but this time, no one interrupted the hound.

The hound stared blankly at the ignited flame of the lighter, pressed it out somewhat numbly, and then lit it again.

"Damn it..."

"What the hell?" Layton couldn't help asking, "What did you see, old dog?"

"Lighter... This lighter is a fake antique I bought at a flea market... This thing is a replica of an old era kerosene lighter, how can it be lit here?" the hound murmured.

"What's the matter..." It took Layton two seconds to react, and his body froze, "What did you say? This is just a kerosene lighter? No oxygen tube?"

The hound stared at the swaying flames at the top of the cotton wick. Suddenly, he pulled off his helmet and took a deep breath——

"Damn it! There's oxygen! There's plenty of oxygen in this tunnel!"

(End of this chapter)