Chapter 833

The girl died silently. Her neck was broken and her body was caught before she landed.

Before the girl took her last breath out of her lungs, Ariana had begun to drag the body into the maintenance compartment.

Video from the small reconnaissance robot flickered at the edge of her field of vision. A group of three men in full uniforms turned into the channel and talked with low voice and tired eyes.

She watched them walk through the shaded compartment, and as soon as they walked away, they began to work.

The dead girl's uniform was fit for her. Wearing it, she felt the rubber seal squeeze through her head. At the same time, with a detached interest, she noticed that the clothes still had the residual temperature of her body.

She has spent hours studying the girl's face through the eyes of the reconnaissance robot.

But she looked at her again, trying to make sure that her facial features could roughly imitate the exhausted state on the dead man's face, and change her body size. She didn't want to be observed carefully to find that it didn't fit.

In only a little time, she can only make a rough estimate of the size and body shape. Even in the process of looking for the right time to kill the girl, there is an uncomfortable risk of making mistakes.

But she is confident because she is the daughter of calidus.

Then she began a routine analysis.

Inference: 605 seconds from the patrol assembly time and 907 seconds from the estimated deadline of the end.

She stood up and walked into the passage. Behind her, the body was hidden in the shadow, and some medicine was dissolving her.

It will be found, but there is only a pool of mucus of unknown significance.

She began to walk quickly to the protective door leading to the assembly yard. The little white hat shook in her hand.

The whole task is actually chaotic and inaccurate.

She doesn't like it. She doesn't like it at all.

Behind her, four micro robots, which are responsible for monitoring the passage, float in mid air like flies and make a buzzing sound.

Soon, they landed on her shoulder and then climbed into her hair. The rest had finished hiding. Their silver bodies attached to the synthetic skin under her uniform, like larvae clinging to the back of insects.

Leaving the shelter is not a difficult problem, but it is also not so simple. Entering a railway station is a low-level sub problem, and entering a circle she can quickly integrate into is another factor, but it is not so significant.

The importance of potential targets is more important. If they are too important, she may not be able to get away from them, which narrows the scope of choice.

The next question is time.

It is very likely that the star Knight will act immediately. The longer she delays in the orbital station, the smaller the probability of going to the target.

On the other hand of calculation, it is the fact that she is acting quickly, and the mistakes associated with rushing are like worms on a corpse.

If she goes too fast and takes too many shortcuts, her plan may fail.

When all the risk factors reach the critical level, it is the presumed deadline for her to be terminated. After she killed the girl, this deadline is approaching every second.

Inference: according to the patrol assembly time, 581 seconds, 883 seconds from the estimated deadline for the end.

She walked into the assembly yard, and under the rigid light of lighting strips and spotlights, rows of supplies and weapons extended to the distance

The exhaust gas from the transport truck soiled the ceiling, the thick smell of oil floated in the air, and the sound of metal was ringing: the click of the metal shell when the cartridge belt slipped into the cartridge box, the clang of the crawler over the chalk, and the bang of the cabin door opening and closing.

Most of the people here are servants of the star knights, who are preparing for their master's expedition.

She took a glance at everything and derived a series of estimates for machines and people with an accuracy of 99%.

As a result, Ariana unexpectedly found that the armed level of star Knights was surprisingly high, and the ammunition and quantity prepared far exceeded the level of their personnel scale.

"Strange -"

"What department are you from?"

When she heard the sound, she looked around and blinked quickly. She found that a man in a gray and green uniform was looking down on her.

Rank badge, lieutenant, Department, logistics.

She realized that she had not answered, so she opened her mouth.

"Benita Mars, first-class correspondent, belongs to the third communication department of the unbound soul."

She gasped, then thought, and then added:

"I was on vacation before, and now I'm ready to return to my post."

The lieutenant sighed and frowned to concentrate his bloodshot eyes.

The assassin immediately analyzed his physical characteristics. 78% of them may have long-term insomnia, 56% may have decreased motor function and limit perception, and 34% may have——

"Did you take drugs?"

The girl was stiff for a moment, and the compulsion to look around filled her.

She felt blind and her attention was limited to the data from her five senses. Maybe her eyes were watching her, her feet approached and her hands touched the weapon.

So she licked her lips and scanned the Lieutenant's face.

"You know..."

There was an embarrassed look on the girl's face.

"Want to... Find a way to stay in shape."

She once heard a soldier say these words, and then saw him drink a lot of alcohol, which seemed to be an explanation.

The lieutenant stared at her, and a moment later he nodded.

"Don't touch those things. If you want to be promoted in the future, take that road in the passenger passage and cross the second row."

"Thank you."

The girl bowed, but the lieutenant had gone away.

She repressed her instinct to run. Instead, she walked according to the impression that people were in a hurry.

In a moment, she saw the shuttle she was going to take.

She had observed it from a distance before and reviewed every detail of these models.

Now it was as familiar to her as her own hand.

As she hurried closer, some people turned to look at her. She looked at these faces, found the faces whose main facial features were consistent with the commander in her memory, and then saluted.

"I'm leaving soon. Hurry up."

The female officer who spoke had a flat face, which seemed to be shiny because of the mixture of sweat and lubricating oil, and her black hair was knotted.

Lieutenant Cassandra, captain of the ninth logistics detachment of the unbound soul.

The female assassin nodded and ran to the shuttle. The nearby passengers had begun to enter the cabin door. They were also the crew and officers of the unbound soul.

When the engines started one after another and discharged the hot exhaust into the air, she had found her place.

At the same time, she wrote a string of data in her brain, which will be sent to another group of people on the adjacent planet by a secret device installed in the orbital station in half an hour.

[in about 30 standard Tara hours, the fleet of the star Knights will start]