Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 189 Caught (4000 words in [-])

Amidst the tears, she saw a hover car parked on the lawn outside the door, and a crazy idea rose in her heart.

The moment she made a decision, she pulled out the pistol hidden in her clothes, and aimed a shot at the head of one of the Zerg walking towards her.

Their reaction speed was fast, and with Claire's emotional shot, his wrist was unstable, and the bullets did not hit their vitals, but grazed past their temples.

She is a woman, but for the Zerg who are plundering and benefiting in their hearts, they will not have the slightest mercy, and her behavior has completely angered them.

Claire barely avoided their capture with the moves she had learned before, but it was far from enough. A Zerg directly spread its wings and flew over her head to avoid her bullets.

The lighting chandelier on the ceiling instantly shattered and dropped a large number of debris.

Claire immediately rushed to the side, the wrist holding the gun was held by a Zerg, the tiger's mouth numb, and the gun was thrown far away with a bang.

Seeing that she was about to be strangled, she pulled out a small flat table knife hidden in her trouser pocket, and stabbed it into the neck of the Zerg in front of her.

Knocking the Zerg in front of him to the ground, Claire rushed over to pick up the gun that fell on the ground, turned around and fired several shots at the remaining Zerg until the bullet was empty. She finally shot the dodging Zerg near the kitchen.

After losing the gun, she took two steps forward in a frivolous way, holding on to the escalator at the entrance of the stairs, barely standing still.

From the beginning to the present, neither of these two Zergs had shot at her. They came here to catch her not to kill her.

Claire, who noticed this, glanced upstairs, she was going to leave Martina alone at home, and hoped that she would be safe.

On the lawn outside were the cars of the two Zergs, and she drove the car all the way to the city center.

A black hover car was rampaging through the urban area like an out-of-control beast, heading straight for the square.

After she broke through two checkpoints in a row, Zerg fighters flew at low altitude and followed closely above her head.

During the whole process, their weapons did not aim at the hovering vehicle, and Claire was allowed to rush to the square unimpeded.

The color of the setting sun was as bright red as blood. Claire got out of the car and ignored the bugs surrounding her, just staring straight at the big square in front of her.

The Zerg was cleaning the battlefield, and there were traces left over from the fierce battle everywhere. One after another, the corpses that had just died were piled up and fed into the mouths of the humanoid bugs as food.

Seeing that they were not attacking her, Claire walked slowly past the corpses that had yet to be moved away, carefully identifying their faces.

Some were humans, some were orcs, and some were a few private soldiers she had seen in the Cassius barracks, even if they were wearing blood-soaked uniforms, she could recognize them at a glance.

Claire restrained her almost collapsed emotions and approached the podium.

The dark red blood on the steps was in a semi-coagulated state. She stopped when she was about to lift up. She lowered her head and gently sniffed her somewhat blocked nose.

A smell mixed with blood and a faint orange aroma rushed into the tip of the nose faintly.

Claire felt severe pain in her heart, and the convulsions of her heart made her squat down in front of the steps, and the smell belonging to Cassius gradually became stronger.

The blood running down the middle of the steps was his.

He was seriously injured here, what about his body?Where did his body go?

Claire raised her face that was already full of tears, and hurriedly looked at the Zerg who was dragging the corpse not far away with her red eyes.

A desperate panic spread in her heart, she stood up suddenly and rushed towards the piled corpses, but was stopped by a few Zerg halfway.

They directly carried her on the body roughly, and regardless of her resistance, they shot a dose of sleeping pills into her neck.

After a few seconds of stinging pain, the world in front of Claire's eyes began to spin, and the strength of her limbs was lost.

"No"

Looking at the pile of corpses in the distance, she was forced to close her tearful eyes.

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Huge white gauze curtains surrounded the bed, Claire looked at the ceiling of the luxurious roof with a blank expression, and her body was covered with a soft satin quilt.

It has been two days since she was tied here.

This is a certain bedroom of the imperial palace. Through the only arched window on the wall, one can see the heavily guarded inner roads of the imperial palace.

She didn't know why Terrence kept her here.

Are you going to torture her to death, or what.
Brown eyes stared intently at the brown striped ceiling on the ceiling until the sound of the doorknob turning brought her back from her thoughts.

Claire sat up tensely. She only had a set of white pajamas on her body now, and the only eyebrow trimming blade that was hidden by her was also taken away in the changed set of clothes.

A Zerg came in with food, the same one who delivered her food yesterday.

On the dinner plate on the bedside, a nutrient supplement and a red apple remained intact.

It squinted its eyes and said to the woman in the gauze tent, "You don't want to eat?"

Claire looked at it blankly and didn't speak.

Does anyone know if there is poison in it?The plague-carrying bedbugs made her sick to the touch, let alone the food they prepared.

"I can pour it down for you." It lifted the veil and stared at her condescendingly.

With a simple and crude method, Claire's eyes moved to its almost transparent arm skin, and her hands under the quilt slightly tightened, "I want to get something to eat myself."

The two tentacles on the Zerg's forehead trembled slightly, but after a while, it put down its hand and took a step back, "Captain Terrence allows you to walk around the headquarters, and I will take you to the kitchen."

When Claire walked out of the room in her pajamas, she glanced sideways. There was a larger and wider luxurious room. The door alone was more than two meters high.

The furnishings inside are extravagant and luxurious, and a children's bed carved from pure wood dangles in front of you.

Claire suddenly realized that the bedroom that trapped her was next to the emperor's bedroom.

She still remembered Crown Prince Reynolds, the only little highness here, and wondered if he was still alive after he just turned one year old.

There are many kitchens in the palace, and Claire was only taken to the private kitchen in the nearest reception hall.

The open kitchen is very clean. After the Zerg invaded here, they wiped off all the blood and restored everything to its original state.

There are still a lot of food in the refrigerator that they haven't cleaned up, some are rotten, some frozen meat, and some potatoes and eggs with a long shelf life can still be eaten.

Claire glanced at the Zerg standing at the door, looked away, and took out some potatoes and eggs from the upper compartment of the refrigerator.

She rolled up her sleeves and washed a few potatoes with water, threw them into the pot and cooked them through the skin, cracked two eggs, added some seasonings, and spread out an egg pancake.

After the boiled potatoes were peeled, there was a steaming fragrance. Claire just turned around with the omelette and potatoes, and saw a silver-haired man with neon-colored insect wings walking in the door. The Zerg has left.

Her body subconsciously made a vigilance, wary of its arrival.

The tall Zerg stood at a distance of about half a meter in front of her. A pair of red red pupils lingered on her face for a moment, and said calmly, "You like to eat this."

Claire's brain quickly thought about the probability of turning around and killing it with a kitchen knife, and she quickly found sadly that the probability was equal to 0 at this distance.

"My husband has already been executed by you, why did you bring me here?" She stared at it with hatred in her eyes, "Because I almost killed you?"

Facing her hatred, Terrence had no emotions, and calmly said: "You resurrected that robot, he is very important to you."

Claire's complexion changed, was this warning her that both Jones and Martina were in its hands, telling her to speak carefully?
She held the dinner plate in her hand tightly, and asked with restraint, "What do you really want?"

Terrence gazed at her face, the forbearance in those milk chocolate brown eyes piqued his interest again.

"Sit." He suddenly turned around and sat down at the table.

The current situation does not allow Claire to disobey orders, so she had to sit across from him with a plate.

She hadn't eaten for two days, facing this face, she had no appetite at all, and her stomach was even churning with acid, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

Terrence took a potato from her dinner plate, put it to his mouth and took a bite, the faintly exposed row of sharp teeth gleamed coldly.

Claire didn't know what a potato was to these worms, but seeing it put it down after only one bite, she knew that this thing was not in their diet.

Compared to simply killing her, the quiet atmosphere now is simply a kind of torture before death.

Terrence, on the other hand, enjoyed her tense gaze, and a smile flashed in its eyes, "Don't be so nervous, I'm not going to kill you."

Of course Claire understood that it wouldn't kill her, otherwise why did it take so much trouble to get her here.

"For a robot that almost killed me, you surprised me with your performance, Claire." Terrence got up and walked to her, picking up a lock of her blond hair with his fingertips and holding it in his hand.

Claire's body froze on the stool.

She tried her best to ignore the oppressive feeling of it leaning over behind her, and unconsciously fixed her eyes on the table knife on her right.

If this distance is close enough
"I lack a pet by my side." Terrence lowered his tone, "You are very suitable."

His fingers pinched the back of her neck through her hair, with little force, stroking her like stroking the spine of an animal.

Claire moved her hand on the side of the dinner plate, and quickly stabbed the table knife in her hand.

Her wrist was firmly held in mid-air, and her body was pulled away from the seat in an instant.

Terrence turned her over, and all the food on the dining table fell to the ground with a clatter, and a few peeled yellow potatoes rolled around on the ground.

Claire's back hit the table, and the knife in her hand had to let go and fell to the ground because of the pain in her wrist.

Terrence put one arm around her waist, with a pair of red pupils close at hand, filled with malicious malice, "Your husband probably doesn't want to see this scene, do you think he will come to rescue you? "

Hearing what it said, Claire was stunned, "Is he still alive?"

Her eyes that should have been hazy instantly brightened like jewels, and the vigorous vitality reappeared on her face.

Terrence let go of the palm of her wrist, touched those beautiful eyes with his fingertips, and traced the outline of her face with his fingertips sliding down a little bit. There was a trace of coldness in his eyes: "I will kill him .”

In the end, his fingers landed on her jaw.

Claire was forced to look up at Terrence's terrifying double pupils and the tentacles that appeared on his forehead.

At a close distance, she can see very clearly the black and smooth scales on the surface of the room, which are like cowhide.

The acid in the stomach was churning again.

"You'd better let me go now." Claire's expression became more and more ugly.

Terrence's fingers were already on her lips, and there was a nice softness there.

Before it could make the next move, Claire, who couldn't hold back any longer, let out a dry retch, and then threw the vomit into his hand.

Terrence's expression was slightly stiff, it frowned in disgust, let go of her, took a few steps back and quickly walked to the sink.

Claire leaned on the table and bent down. She didn't eat much at first, and all she would spit out was sour yellow water.

"Sorry, I've been in poor health." Claire wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and slowly straightened up.

Seeing that its body was also dirty a lot, a sense of revenge welled up in her heart.

Terrence turned off the water, her fingers stained with water dripped down by her side, and her eyes stayed on her.

Her face is pale now, and her thin body looks like it will collapse at any moment.

In the end, it didn't choose to argue with her, and strode away from the kitchen with a sullen face, only a faint command could be heard from outside, "Go and call an orc doctor."

Clareton breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the stool again.

At that moment just now, she actually saw desire on the face of that perverted Zerg.

What a terrible word.

Where is Cassius now?Since he didn't die, he must have been rescued by someone. I don't know how serious the injury was. At that time, the amount of blood on the steps was so high, could he survive?
Claire felt a twinge of anxiety.

What should we do in the days to come?
If he survived, he would definitely come to her.

Terrence trapped her here as a pet, just wanting Cassius to come directly to his door, which is completely courting death.

But she knew that if Cassius got the chance, he would definitely come.

She didn't want him to put himself in danger again and again, she would rather he go away and hide far away after he recovered from his injury.

Just as he loves her, he would rather send her to the past than die, so does she.

But now that she was imprisoned, she had no choice and could not tip off the news.

Claire was so worried that she couldn't think of any solution.

(End of this chapter)