Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 153 Box Fight
Clare, who could see his emotions, was particularly determined under the reflection of the fire outside, "Cassius can lead the army to wipe out countless enemy troops, so I have no reason to hide behind and be a weakling."

Her purpose is not to be a dodder flower always attached to others in this dangerous world.

Donoghue took a deep look at her, took the revolver away from her hand, and replaced her with a larger one with stronger recoil, "You are right, we are still comrades in arms"

Jones also stood behind Claire. There were five people in the plane plus a robot, leaving an orc to drive the plane, and the tasks of the rest were quickly assigned.

They are the fastest to reach the accident site for support.

The oxygen mask started to be supplied, and Claire suppressed her beating heart. She stood at the door of the cabin, and the heat wave swept over.

The safety doors of the two passenger ships were opened, and in order to prevent the airflow formed by the flames from blowing her away, a safety rope was tied around her waist, and the whole person crawled on the ship and Donahue moved into the safety door before removing the rope. .

After Day Jones entered, the security door closed, and a large amount of air flooded in.

The temperature inside the passenger ship was very high. As soon as Claire stepped out, she saw that the aisle was crowded with passengers.

Some of the orcs transformed themselves in fright, almost turning the cabin into a large-scale animal exchange meeting, and pieces of clothes fell to the ground.

"Where's the rescue ship? Is there no rescue ship?" People flocked to ask about the situation in a panic.

"Still on the way, where is the crazy guest?" Donahue asked.

"Upstairs, upstairs! He killed a lot of people!" An orc yelled in horror, "One pair of pupils! He has another pair of pupils! God, that's not what I thought!"

Jones, who had advanced into a nanny robot, immediately played his role as a spiritual mentor, temporarily suppressing the extremely unstable emotions of the orcs.

Claire said loudly: "The guests on the opposite ship will come to take emergency evacuation, all return to their seats and sit down, and you will be transferred soon."

"They're all terrified," she whispered as she led Jones through the crowds.

"This group of people can't leave the spaceship, and none of us can estimate how many people are infected on it." Donoghue said as he walked.

Claire thought so deeply, "Then we have to find a planet to land and inspect them together."

The three of them went up to the cabin on the second floor, which was divided into left and right aisles, just like train carriages.

The faint blue lights flickered, some seats were stained with blood, and a few scattered orcs occupied several rows of seats completely animalized, staring at them vigilantly.

"Let's look around separately." Claire said, "I'm taking Jones with me."

"I hope the commander knows that I won't kill me if I take you on a mission privately." Donoghue looked distressed.

"He will not show favoritism in official affairs, let alone this is an emergency, and you will be unscathed."

Claire loaded the gun, pressed the door open button, and was about to enter. Donahue's reminder came from behind, "Run back or yell if you are in danger, and hide behind the robot. I will come over as soon as possible."

Claire nodded without looking back, stepped out and led Jones in.

Her pace was not fast, and Jones pointed forward with his finger and made another silent movement.

A pair of twitching legs peeked out from behind a seat panel.

On the principle of protecting her, Jones dragged her behind and walked over with guns in both hands.

The roar of a beast was dull, and was quickly covered by gunshots.

"Bang bang bang."

After three gunshots, Jones put down his hand. After confirming, he turned to look at Claire, "It's the plague."

Those three words made Claire's heart sink to the bottom.

"Mom?" The cry of a young child sounded in a cabin in front.

Claire paused for a few seconds when she was about to step forward, and then expanded her pace and rushed forward quickly.

"Claire!" Jones quickly caught up, and the gentle simulated human voice cracked.

A bloody hand appeared on the top of the seat. The woman who stood up twisted and twisted her delicately dressed body, opened her mouth in an incredible arc, and was about to bite off the girl's face.

At the critical moment, Claire used a sliding shovel to drag the girl into his arms to avoid the opponent's attack.

She pushed the child into a row of seats and shot the infected person's leg, but this did not affect the other person's activities. It was as painless as a walking dead, and continued to pounce on her quickly and agilely.

With her palms on the ground, Claire knocked him down with a sweep of her legs. She quickly rushed over and pressed her knee on the opponent's chest. She drew out the dagger and slammed it into the center of its neck.

The whole set of movements has been trained no less than a hundred times, and it is a little rusty but smooth.

With a wail, the woman twitched on the ground, jet-black blood spattered out, dirtying her delicate and gorgeous fragrant suit.

Claire withdrew the dagger after the woman stopped moving, pressed her palm against her chest, and her heart was beating wildly.

Jones ran over and shot the woman in the head, and lifted her up with one hand, "You are too impulsive."

"It's too close, shooting will hurt the child." Claire put the dagger away, walked quickly to the back of the seat and carried the girl out.

She cried out in shock, completely unaware of what had happened.

"Ms. Teresa and her child are nobles." Jones compared the information database, and then said: "They should have their own private tourist plane, why are they here?"

Claire stuffed the child into his hands, "I'll talk about it later, you protect her."

She continued to pass through one box after another with a gun, and found several injured orcs in the last two boxes, as well as infected people hiding in the shadows who were cruelly tearing a giant elk to pieces.

Seeing her as a fresh living person standing in front of her, the black figure quickly got up and accelerated towards Claire.

Her reaction speed was extremely fast, 'bang bang bang' was fired several times, the firepower smashed the opponent's two arms, and the last bullet penetrated its forehead.

Claire didn't even look at the fallen body, and rushed to the side of the wounded, pried open a hard board with a cross pattern on the wall with one hand, and took out the first-aid kit inside.

She couldn't confirm if they were all infected, and she couldn't just let it go.

Those lacerations of different sizes were mild or serious. She sprayed hemostatic spray on the wounds of several people, and simply fixed them with a leather stapler to maintain their vital signs.

Jones turned her back to prevent the children from seeing the bloody scenes, even though she was almost frozen with fright.

"How did it happen?" Claire asked, helping the least injured man.

(End of this chapter)