Chapter 603

"Yes, I'm nerus. I need emergency medical assistance here. As soon as possible..."

Turning to find the contact signal, nerus didn't expect that his old comrades in arms for many years wanted to kill himself and keep the secret. He was still actively contacting for rescue, and Sharon had raised his pistol with trembling.

"Sharon, I'll give you..."

"Bang!"

Nerus, who had just turned around, felt a heat on his face, and then a violent pain made him fall to the ground subconsciously.

"Damn it, missed!"

Although most of the power of the previous shot was blocked by the position, the fragment broke through Salem's armor and embedded his flesh and blood, especially his arm. The fragment seemed to cut off the nerve, which often made his arm twitch inexplicably. Unfortunately, his arm shook again when he just fired the gun.

So the bullet that should have hit nerus's head deviated a little and wiped nerus's right face.

Although it was a scratch, the metal bullet particles were accelerated to dozens of mach. A large bone on nerus's right face was taken away directly with blood and flesh, and his right eye was also bloody red.

"Sharon, what are you doing?"

Nerus, whose right eye was abandoned, shouted behind a stone.

"Aren't we comrades in arms? What do you want to do, don't you..."

"Yes, I did it!"

Now that she had torn her face, Sharon admitted it.

"I attacked Eden with my fleet, slaughtered civilians, robbed beacons, and assassinated......"

After finishing all his work in this period at one breath, Salem felt a little relaxed. Then he carefully held up his gun and walked around a little bit, ready to give nerus a few more times.

"Sharon, you son of a bitch!" Nerus's brain was buzzing at the moment. A sharp ghost chose to rebel and fight with his roommate, which was not ordinary arrogance.

The two simply didn't talk nonsense. They began to fight and dance with each other. Ah, no, they began to pay tribute to snipers, just like Chris and villains in the CG movie of biochemical crisis.

In fact, if one of the two is normal, it will definitely be able to tell the winner, but Sharon trembles and nerus is blind. They jingled and shot more than 100 times, and a large forest fell around, but they are still intact.

"I'll take you to a military court!" When the pistol was too hot to shoot, nerus simply jumped on it. After absorbing the available materials around, the universal tool in his left hand turned into a transparent blade and stabbed into Sharon's armor.

Salem let out a wail and hit nerus's wound with his head, then pushed away the other party, covered his wound again and jumped down the river he had just climbed up.

Nerus, who had lost a lot of blood, could not chase him. He had to cover the wound on his right face and wait for medical rescue. Fortunately, the Normandy received his news, and a Kodiak gunboat arrived soon and saved him.

"Okay, okay!" On the ground, Shepard was afraid when he knew that his judge teacher was almost cool.

"If he dies, my ghost career will be ruined!"

"Don't pay attention to this thing at this moment!" Anderson stamped his feet angrily in the air, "don't you hurry to deliver mission goods and then support the colony?"

"Oh, but old man, the colonial side sent a signal that there was no big deal, but that fearless ship had to rely on us!"

"I see, but what can I do? Accelerate the Normandy to the speed of light? I've sent a message to the naval command to let them come as soon as possible! "

In fact, the overlord wanted to run away for a long time, but Salem himself disappeared, but fortunately, it received Salem's signal in the end.

"We must leave. If we don't leave again, the Star Alliance fleet will arrive and we'll be finished!"

"But I haven't got the beacon yet..."

"It's important to protect your life first!"

After persuading Salem, the overlord accelerated his climb. Relying on the speed to get rid of the hundred armed giants behind him, he flew to the other side of the planet, picked up Salem under the gaze of the Normandy, and then flew into space without looking back. Almost as soon as they left, two star cruisers for combat patrol jumped out.

Eden was safe, the main force of the alien invaders was defeated, and the colony needed to be rebuilt. Originally, the Normandy planned to leave directly, but Anderson worried that the emergency food brought by the cruiser was not enough, so he asked the Normandy to send its own reserves.

Just got off the ship and smelled the strong barbecue smell in the air. Anderson was stupid.

"We have nothing else on Eden, but eat more!"

Elder Jerry laughed and introduced.

When the enemies around the city were wiped out by the garrison and mercenaries, he immediately opened several grain depots, pulled out the food materials inside, and organized hundreds of chefs to hold a barbecue meeting directly on the edge of the city.

As for the energy bars and instant drinks sent by the Navy cruiser, he sent someone to throw them into the dustbin.

"Well, actually, we're not here to cook!" Anderson looked at a bunch of barbecued meat handed to him, but unconsciously swallowed saliva.

"It's all right, old man. You have the strength to work until you're full, don't you?"

Shepard, who had several sheep leg bones in front of him, said vaguely with his mouth full.

Then Anderson found that it seemed that all the rest of the ship ran down to participate in the dry meal army except nerus, who was infusion in the hospital bed. Even the logistics director was carrying barbecue and directing several Marines to transport fresh meat and vegetables to the ship.

So Anderson could only sit down with a plate and talk while eating.

"I'd like to ask about this attack..."

"I know what you want to ask. The reason why so many people survived in the colony was all due to the garrison and the mercenaries of atlas!" Speaker old Jerry touched his tears and said gratefully.

"Atlas, I know, but they have mercenaries? Isn't that an arms company? "

"Who says the arms company can't have security?" Fisher glanced at the careless red haired girl in the distance. Next to him was a white Ashley. It must be Shepard.

"Ah, see you again, Mr. Fisher. You've done a lot of credit this time!" Anderson got up and shook Fisher's hand.

"I dare not talk about the credit. It's a little big this time. We're also a small business. I just don't know if the Star Alliance Council can help a little?" Fisher handed a small note.

"What is this?"

"The expenses incurred by atlas to rescue the colonies are not expensive, just more than ten billion star coins..."

Looking at the string of zeros above, Anderson sighed and covered his face in meditation.

Am I not the commander of the special forces? Why are you doing logistics now?