Chapter 437

"Sergeant, are they having a barbecue?"

The peeping of the two groups continues. The other party has come. There are almost hundreds of people and hundreds of robots and UAVs. A group of people scan and move around like they have never seen a spaceship. Finally, more construction machinery are brought in to break up the Charon.

However, the sergeant had no intention to stop the other side. The heading dawn was cut in two. According to the UNSC damage assessment report, it has no recycling value. Moreover, even if there are so many destroyed UNSC star ships in the earth orbit, such as fengrao star, Zhiyuan star and even the earth orbit, it will not reach the dawn.

Moreover, compared with the ship, the sergeant is more concerned about these people. From the commander to the ordinary infantry, they are well equipped, and all of them have closed exoskeleton armor. You know, even the elite troops such as hell paratroopers in UNSC have not been fully equipped with exoskeleton armor. As a result, the sergeant sees that even the cooks who are cooking for the commander are wearing exoskeletons, which makes him feel a little hot.

"John, are you hungry?" Looking at the sizzling kebabs baked on the fire, kotana suddenly asked.

"No problem!" As the soldiers of the second phase of intensive transformation, the sergeant has transformed their nerves, which can well suppress their desires and emotions (one said one, it seems that the fourth phase didn't do this. I remember which fourth phase said he looked at his female teammate's ass boki)

So even if the determined face under the helmet could smell the meat fragrance, the sergeant still maintained the most calm state.

“masterchief！ Don't you come for a meal? It's a top-grade cow from the earth! "

Fisher has set up a small hot pot on the table, and sterile eggs are ready. Behind him, a field cooking truck that has just arrived is already handling the raw seafood from the earth, and the pastry chef is also busy with dessert. It is estimated that it will be delivered here in 30 minutes.

"Has the other party left? No! " Fisher swept through the jungle in the distance. His mind has been disturbed by the magnetic field and can't sweep anything unless the other party is malicious to him, but the most malicious thing around him is a four legged beast smelling meat. At the moment, he is showing his teeth and mouth at a distance.

After waiting for more than a minute, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the jungle. The sniper's face changed greatly. They scanned it for a long time and found no one in the jungle!

As the sound of the branches grew louder and louder, a tall armored soldier came out of the woods.

Although the armor on the opponent's body is well maintained, there are still many battle traces. The golden eyepiece lens seems to devour the sunlight refracted from the tree tops.

A legend of UNSC, his comrades in arms regard him as the most reliable dependence, kamikaze martyrs (a special name of the elite family) regard him as a respectable opponent, and ordinary star alliance soldiers call him a green devil. And he always regarded himself as an ordinary soldier, Sparta II, John 117.

John is his first name and 117 is his number, but basically everyone calls him sergeant. After joining the Spartan project, his last name was erased.

In the whole halo story, Spartan soldiers have always been human protectors in charge. The longest training time is phase II, the worst death is phase III, and the best equipment is phase IV. Sergeant John 117 can be said to be the most legendary member of the whole Spartan team. Of course, this does not mean that sergeant John 117 is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, The knife can't play with Fred 104. The sniper can't compare with Linda 032. Later, a black bald head Sparta phase IV tried to replace him broke the helmet eyepiece, but the sergeant has unparalleled team consciousness and command ability.

Although everyone says that the other party is actually lucky, you know, luck is also a part of strength, and luck alone is not enough to live too long on the interstellar battlefield.

"This is UNSC's property!"

The sergeant, still holding his rifle, ignored the surrounding atlas soldiers and went straight to Fisher.

"Yes, but I don't know how many light-years away from the jurisdiction of UNSC, and I think our transaction and the value of this half ship are enough!" Fisher waved the guard away, then stepped forward and shook hands with the sergeant who was more than a head taller than himself.

"Excuse me, can you take a picture with me first? Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to! "

Feeling the tight feel of the Thor hammer armor, Fisher politely made his request.

"Er!" It is estimated that the sergeant is also the first time to see such a person who needs to take a group photo before meeting in so many years. Looking at Fisher's sincere appearance, the sergeant reluctantly nodded.

Then several atlas soldiers, who were part-time photographers, rushed to the front and took hundreds of photos.

"Thank you, Fisher Adams, a defense contractor. Welcome to Requiem, Sergeant!"

"Defense contractor? Why haven't I heard of this company? " Kotana wanted to search her memory, but she almost went crazy and blackened for a few seconds, so that the sergeant who had just sat down almost got up and left.

"You say this is the Requiem star. What is this place?"

"A pioneer shield world, sleeping with the pioneer's military commander and missionary, but now he's almost getting up! He pulled your ship over! "

"What else do you know?"

"Magic and miracles are not free!" Fisher picked up a cigar, lit it and said happily.

"This ship belongs to you!" The sergeant took back the UNSC property he had just said without mind.

"Excellent. I'll change you a Warthog later. By the way, I'll decorate you with food, drink and energy bars. Save them for next time!"

Then Fisher emphasized the missionary's plan. Once he heard that the other party was going to send a message to the earth, the sergeant was not in a hurry, but when he heard that the UNSC spacecraft attracted by kotana's distress signal would also be pulled to the ground by the gravity well, he really couldn't sit still. After all, the earth ball could be stopped when it was attacked. If the spacecraft was cool, the message could not be transmitted back to the earth, They are ready to rebuild human civilization on Requiem.

"Thank you for your information, but I have to go!"

"Well, however, since you want to find a way to inform the ship, you may naturally meet the enemy. I'm not talented. I also run a small arms company and have some products that can be taken out. Why don't you have a look? Is there any guy who takes advantage of it?" Fisher coughed and motioned to the next man to prepare for talent.

"Welcome to Fisher's mystery store!"