star wars strongest infantry

Chapter 92
Turner was leaning in the corner behind the door of the power cabin, counting inwardly in boredom, "30, 29, 28..."

With Turner's familiarity with ships, he naturally knew where the maintenance soldiers would come from. Adding the pace of a normal person, he got a time, that is, the time when he expected the other party to enter the door.

"3... 2... 1... Ah, didn't you come?" The countdown ended, but the door was not pushed open as expected. Turner was a little curious, but he was not in a hurry, and continued to wait patiently. After nearly a minute, the door was finally pushed open from the outside.

Under Turner's expectant eyes, one person walked in, and then... only one person walked up.

Thank goodness!
The maintenance man turned around and walked towards the fault, took out a few tools from the toolbox, and began to skillfully repair it. In less than 2 minutes, the fault was repaired, and the three landing gears also began to be retracted. Just as he was about to put away his tools and leave, a voice suddenly sounded and said reproachfully, "What did you do? Why did you arrive a minute late?"

The maintenance soldier didn't even think about it, and subconsciously replied: "I met a friend on the road and chatted for a few words, uh..."

He reacted abruptly when the words were out of his mouth, and just as he was about to turn around, the voice rang out again, "What shall I say, even if there is a deviation in my calculations, it won't be as long as a difference of one minute. It's not good to have a job , ran to chat with others, you should be punished!"

Following the sound, two arms like poisonous snakes climbed onto the maintenance soldier's shoulders from both sides and continued to move forward. Before the maintenance soldier struggled, he locked his throat and nose and mouth first, and then, with a little force...

Click!

The movements were light and quick, and everything was resolved before the maintenance soldier made a sound.

Holding the corpse down against the wall, Turner looked at him, shook his head dissatisfied, and said, "I'm a little skinny. Isn't it a little dangerous to walk around in such clothes?"

He said this on his mouth, but his hands were not slow at all. He quickly stripped the corpse and dragged it into a corner to hide. In fact, the clothes, which were still a little too big, immediately became tight when worn on Turner's body, forcing him to inhale and tighten his stomach, so that he could barely see.

After tidying up, Turner picked up the toolbox that had been thrown aside, opened the door, and walked out majestically. The escape route was only one-third formed, and there was no longer any waiting. It slowly took shape along the way.

Ships with a height of 6 or 7 floors are divided into three floors. The power cabin where Turner is located is located on the bottom floor, while the command center is located on the top floor. Therefore, not only the distance difference in plane, but also in height.

Under the slightly surprised gazes of several soldiers, Turner held his head high and walked leisurely, until he walked to the end of the road, turned right, and disappeared from the sight of those soldiers.

"Is that guy sick? How arrogant is he to walk?" a soldier asked.

"Then who knows, maybe he has been walking like this all the time, and he is so arrogant that he doesn't need to disembark the spaceship, and he will have a part in the final credit." Another soldier joked with a smile.

"Bah!" The soldier from before spat in disdain and looked away.

Have acted?The words of those people passed into the ears of Turner, who was leaning against the wall, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seems that the acting skills trained on Planet 5 are not good enough. After thinking about it, I might as well not do these unnecessary things Disguised, resumed his true self, and moved on.

Just like no one thought that an enemy would be able to get into a completely harmless mecha, no one would have thought that an enemy would enter the flagship of his tens of thousands of troops, so Turner went very smoothly all the way. Occasionally, a few gazes were only cast on the ill-fitting clothes and the solid muscles bulging in the clothes.

In this way, he easily came to an escalator leading to the middle floor. Just as he was about to go up, a voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Brother, wait a minute!"

Turner's heart tightened, but he had to stop, turned around, and a man who was also dressed as a maintenance soldier came over and said to Turner, "Brother, you don't know who is in charge. I don't know which one you are in charge of?"

"Hehe, I used to work on another destroyer. The lack of talent on the flagship transferred me here, and I was temporarily assigned to the No. 6 workstation. What's the matter with you?" Turner replied kindly, As for the person in front of him, he already had a basic guess. It should be someone from the same workstation as the guy he killed. Seeing that his colleague hadn't returned for a long time, he came out to look for it.

"Oh, oh, I said why haven't I seen it before, hehe, it's like this, I have a colleague who just went out to fix a small fault, but he didn't come back for a long time, it's time for dinner, the meal will be cold , so I came out to look for him, I wonder if you have seen him?" the maintenance soldier asked without any doubt.

"Your colleague, is he half a head shorter than you, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and has a small scar on his right cheekbone?" Turner asked with a thoughtful expression, seeing The other party nodded again and again, and then said with a smile: "If the scar on his face was not so conspicuous, I wouldn't remember it. When I saw him, he was talking and laughing with two people and didn't know where he was going. I'm a newcomer, I'm not familiar with this area, and I don't know where they are going, sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay, this kid likes to chat with people the most. Once he chats with people, let alone eat, he can forget about sleeping. Anyway, there is no work right now, so let him chat. I just haven't eaten enough yet. I'll help him digest his portion of the meal, thank you brother, see you later!" The man was slightly happy when he heard that, obviously because he could eat an extra portion of the meal, he greeted Turner, turned and left.

"Phew!" Turner let out a long breath, and he was also secretly happy, because this small accident saved him from the greatest danger. Dangerous, and now, he can really go to the command center unimpeded.

Go straight up the escalator all the way to the upper floor. After three turns and two turns, the command center appears in Turner's field of vision. It is a huge space, and the outside is partitioned by transparent high-strength bulletproof glass with a thickness of more than 30 cm. There are two doors on the left and right. There were 4 soldiers standing on each side. Turner checked with a detector, and they were all elite soldiers who had advanced to level 1 at one time.

In the command center, hundreds of people are busy, and Turner's target - Ramos, is sitting with several other people in the front seat in the middle of the space, studying the star in the holographic image ahead. Figure, they are planning for the next move!

Turner patted the toolbox on his right shoulder, thinking about the HKK70 pistol hidden in it, took a deep breath, and walked towards the command center.

(End of this chapter)