Colonial Suit

Five invisible explosive bombs detonated around Blood Eyes, instantly engulfing both of them. This time, the explosion was small, but its power was entirely focused on Blood Eyes. He felt a sharp pain all over his body and flew out like a sack, losing consciousness upon landing.

His body was covered in wounds, large and small, gaping open like the mouths of infants, constantly oozing blood.

Smoke and dust filled the air, slowly dissipating after a while. Only then did Heng emerge from behind a building on the street. He silently walked to Blood Eyes, kicked him to confirm he was unconscious, and then snorted coldly, about to stomp down.

"Wait!"

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out behind him. Heng turned around and saw Zero struggling to get up from the ground. He looked miserable, having endured almost the same damage as Blood Eyes in his attempt to restrain him. His body was also covered in terrible wounds.

"Why?" Heng looked at his partner coldly, as if he were a stranger.

"I don't want him to die yet," Zero spat out a mouthful of blood, a smile on his face. "Don't you think this guy suits the master's taste? Just as fierce. I think the master will definitely like him."

"That's not a reason," Heng said, still looking at Zero coldly. "We are mercenaries, and we must follow the rules. Killing him is the mission."

"I know," Zero barely managed to twitch his lips. "But I still insist."

Hearing this, Heng's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, staring intently at Zero. After a long while, confirming that Zero was serious, he spoke again.

"Do you know what this means?"

"I know," Zero spat out another mouthful of blood, coughing violently. "The penalty for a failed mission. I can still bear it. Besides, I believe in my judgment."

"There is no failure in a mercenary's dictionary."

"Fortunately, I'm not a mercenary yet," Zero smiled. "Neither are you, so don't look at me like that. Don't you want to help me up? Your air bombs hurt. It's always like this. Don't you have any other way?"

"He's too fast. I can't catch him," Heng said coldly, walking over to pull Zero up and carry him, finally revealing a rare hint of concern. "How are your injuries?"

"I won't die. Haha… This guy really screwed me over. I'll definitely get scolded by the master when we get back," Zero laughed carelessly, then glanced at the still unconscious Blood Eyes. "I have a new idea. Let's hand this guy over to Kester. Then we can get him out again. That way, the mission won't be considered a failure, what do you think?"

"You're always so slippery," Heng replied helplessly, but still followed Zero's suggestion, picking up Blood Eyes as well.

"By the way, what about that guy named Lance?" Zero asked, leaning on Heng's shoulder.

"I don't know. He probably ran away," Heng replied absentmindedly. "You guys were too fast. I had to focus on capturing him. I didn't have the energy to deal with that rat. But it doesn't matter. That wasn't our mission anyway."

"Haha, cough, then he got off cheap," Zero laughed heartily, staggering with Heng towards the other end of the street.

Darkness, boundless darkness…

Where… Where am I?

Right… Wasn't I fighting Zero?

My head hurts. I guess I lost…

They… They didn't kill me after all…

A sharp headache struck, and Blood Eyes groaned, finally opening his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a completely enclosed chamber. The walls were covered with torture instruments. He was bound to the wall in a large cross shape with iron rings. In the corner was a red-hot furnace. The temperature in the chamber was high, and ordinary people would be drenched in sweat after a while. But it had no effect on Blood Eyes' physique.

The chamber was empty. Blood Eyes moved his wrists, a sharp light in his eyes.

In fact, he had deliberately allowed himself to be captured. If he wanted to escape, he could just summon the Colony Armor. He believed that Zero and Heng were definitely no match for him. The reason he didn't do so was that Blood Eyes wanted to use this method to enter Kester's fortress and see Kester again.

He had to know Lier's whereabouts. And Kester was now the only person who might know.

"Core."

"What is it?" The Colony Armor Core's response came from deep within his mind as always. It seemed that Blood Eyes' injuries had no effect on it.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"One hour and twenty-three minutes," the Core replied. "If you want to ask what kind of treatment you've received, then I'm pleased to tell you that no one has paid any attention to you. They threw you in here like garbage and left. But a human named Kester seems to be somewhat interested in you."

"Is that so? Then I'm relieved," Blood Eyes nodded in satisfaction, then glanced at his wounded body. "How are my injuries?"

"Most are soft tissue contusions, which are not difficult to repair. But the final shockwave affected your internal organs. Some have already shifted. This will consume my energy," the Core said calmly. "Although obeying the host's orders is our instinct, I am still puzzled by your refusal to allow me to participate in the battle. According to my calculations, your combat efficiency will be reduced by thirty percent if you do not activate combat assistance. I don't understand why you are suppressing my functions."

"Because it's not your time to appear yet," Blood Eyes replied. Then he closed his eyes and began to repair his injured body. In this state, he could feel the tingling sensation produced when the Colony Armor tissue repaired his body. This feeling was not strong, but it could relax people very well, so as to facilitate the repair work of strengthened cells.

The Colony Armor was indeed worthy of being the strongest humanoid weapon of the Krodir combat nation.

Time passed little by little. Blood Eyes was immersed in this half-dream, half-awake state. The injuries on his body healed quickly. When he had finally recovered to a basic level, the iron door of the chamber suddenly made a harsh grinding sound and slowly opened…

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Kester walked in, accompanied by several guards.

Blood Eyes opened his eyes and glanced at him, feeling relieved. Sure enough, the easiest time for a person to lose vigilance is when they think they have everything under control. Kester had only brought a few ordinary guards this time. Zero and Heng, whom Blood Eyes feared the most, were not by his side.

"Ha, let me see who this is? Isn't this Mr. Blood Eyes? You don't look so good," Kester's voice rang out in the chamber. But this time he was not as gentle and amiable as last time, but became somewhat尖酸刻薄. He walked smugly to Blood Eyes and sat down on an armchair that his subordinates had brought for him. Then he waved his hand. His subordinates quickly checked the room and retreated after confirming that there was no danger.

As the iron door closed again, only Kester and Blood Eyes remained in the chamber.

Only then did Kester chuckle and say to Blood Eyes, "Mr. Blood Eyes, you've made things very difficult for me. You know, the chip you discovered is a very important thing. If it were to spread, I'm afraid the entire X35 planet would be in chaos."

"…" Blood Eyes didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly.

"Are you puzzled?" Kester said to himself. "That's understandable. A hunter like you will never come into contact with the secrets of the upper echelons. You must be wondering why I sent people to kill you and Lance."

"Why? For that chip? Are you its owner?" Blood Eyes asked, following his train of thought.

"That's right," Kester blinked his small eyes, a glint of ferocity flashing across them. "To tell you the truth, that chip is very important to me. With it, I can do a lot of things. But before it's perfected, no one can know of its existence. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself and Lance for seeing things you shouldn't have. It's just that I didn't expect Mr. Blood Eyes to be so strong. Even the cosmic mercenaries I hired were injured by you."

"So those mutants were manipulated by you. You can control them!?"

"…That's right," Lord Kester no longer concealed it, revealing a ferocious expression. "Don't you think this is a great thing? Controlling mutants. How many lords on this planet have had this idea? But they all failed. Only me! Only I have succeeded. So I am destined to be the leader of this planet!"

"So you collected mutant corpses for experiments not long ago?"

"Yes," Lord Kester looked at Blood Eyes with some suspicion, seemingly wondering how he knew about this. But the reason he wanted to tell Blood Eyes all this was because he had taken a liking to Blood Eyes' strength. After all, Blood Eyes could fight to a draw with the cosmic mercenaries' subordinates, which was too rare in the seventh world. So he wasn't afraid of letting him know a little more.

"Among the mutants you collected, is there a woman named Lier? Sent by Black Bear?"

"Lier? Sent by Black Bear?" Lord Kester was slightly stunned, then suddenly realized. "So that's why you came here. No wonder I heard that Black Bear was killed some time ago. You did it!? Haha, good, that's great. How about we make a deal? You obey me from now on, and I'll hand over that woman named Lier to you. How about it?"

"No need!"

Blood Eyes had finally obtained the information he wanted and was too lazy to waste any more words with him. He directly exerted force with both arms, breaking the iron rings that bound him. Then, under Lord Kester's astonished gaze, he grabbed his neck.

"I can do it myself!"