Chapter 104

[You've been waiting a long time, haven't you? My vegetables in PP Farm have never been this neatly arranged.]

[Cowardly, but obedient]

[Qin Su... is he forcing He Muzhi?]

[He Muzhi's dream is to dedicate his life to exterminating the insects, hoping to restore a safe living environment for humanity free from Zerg invasions before he dies. Why is Qin Su forcing He Muzhi?]

With the aid of the Visual Helmet, Qin Su looked around and saw a dark mass of heads below, surrounded by the tall and muscular bodies of ten Prisoners on exercise leave.

And he was 'surrounded' by them.

In other circumstances, this would have put him under immense pressure being surrounded. Now, the Prisoners looked down on him as a student uniform officer, and the students, under his command, completed his instructions in less than a second.

This gave the Prisoners absolutely no time to react.

Having observed them for a sufficient time, and having already planned their order and manner of death in his mind, Qin Su seized the opportunity, 'strike while the iron is hot,' gripping his weapon tightly and rapidly firing according to the 'trajectories' he had designed in his mind...

Bang bang--

The moment everyone crouched down, they heard a continuous barrage of gunfire.

"!"

'W-So, you agreed so readily, without even a moment's hesitation?'

The members of the 1st Brigade were shocked. Before they could recover from the shock, the gunfire stopped.

Without any prior warning, the Prisoners felt a sharp pain in their heads and chests.

Qin Su completed his shooting assignment for the day, which he had secretly set for himself. He saw that some of the Prisoners he had fired three shots at had not died instantly, but were slowly looking down at the bloody holes in their bodies in front of him.

The two weapons he just used were small and exquisite, easily held in one hand, and were designed to be used against insects. Their lethality against humans should not be underestimated.

Their heads, whether on the left or right side of their chests, were easily blasted open with a bloody hole the size of an adult's fist.

This level of fatal injury would kill any Earthling instantly.

But the Prisoners in front of him had survived the attack for 1 to 2 days... Qin Su glanced silently at the time on his helmet.

Three seconds had passed since he finished shooting, and four Prisoners were still standing on the field with three bloody holes in their bodies.

Qin Su: "..."

When they get really weird, their vitality is even more abnormal than that of normal Interstellar People.

Earthling vitality < Ordinary Interstellar People vitality < Abnormal Interstellar People vitality

After silently sorting the options in his mind, Qin Su made up his mind. Just in case, before his classmates could recover, he deliberately made his footsteps louder, his steps heavy as he stomped on the floor.

Go and finish up your own Qin Su, and incidentally remind your classmates with your footsteps that it's time to snap out of their reverie and look up.

After the gunfire stopped, the surroundings were so quiet that only the occasional gust of wind could be heard. The silence was eerily quiet, but Qin Su wasn't worried that his classmates hadn't heard it.

Seeing the red holes on both sides of his chest from which blood was flowing, the thought of 'death' flashed through the mind of the standing Prisoner, causing his pupils, which had been focused, to dilate instantly.

The Prisoners, whose physical endurance differed and who collapsed at different times, died with their eyes wide open, staring intently in disbelief as Qin Su strode toward them.

'No... no! How... how could this be?!'

Why??? How could this happen!

I was completely stunned.

[Damn! Even though he's a two-dimensional character, I still have to say, Qin Su is so ruthless, I love him so much! Heaven knows how I felt a sense of redemption when I saw Qin Su making them 'squat down' one second, and then the next second I saw Qin Su mercilessly shooting ten Prisoners on the next page?]

[That's awesome, it has to be me Boss 1!]

[A bunch of trash, watch out in your next life, arrogance will get you killed.]

[Like a boat capsizing in a ditch, someone who often walks by the river will eventually get their shoes wet.]

[@Qiu Pang, hurry up and thank Qin Su, otherwise you'd probably be shredded in the future.]

[This confirms that Qin Su definitely participated in wars between planets and between different political systems; otherwise, he wouldn't have acted so readily against fellow human Prisoners.]

[Outstanding students graduating from the Zerg, wanting a bright future for themselves and their descendants over the next two hundred years, would all try their best to join the regular army. Except for those who were obsessed with the Zerg, they would do everything they could to avoid joining the Zerg army. Why is Qin Su doing the opposite?]

[Of course, there's an ulterior motive]

Step, step, step...

This was the first time the students here had experienced something like this. Most of them were stunned and hadn't recovered from the sudden burst of gunfire when they heard familiar footsteps.

'Qin Su!'

Qin Su's footsteps, like Qin Su voice, were extremely familiar to everyone present.

'Where is Qin Su going now that the gunfire has stopped?'

With similar thoughts flashing through their minds, the 1st Brigade slowly raised their stiff necks, their gazes also rising from the transparent floor.

As their view shifted, besides the bodies of the Prisoners lying on the floor not far away, they also saw four Prisoners ' bodies slam heavily onto the floor with dull thuds.

The places where the Prisoners fell were stained with crimson blood.

Not long ago, the Prisoners ' faces twitched abnormally, staring at them with terrifying eyes that seemed capable of tearing them apart. Now, in the blink of an eye, they have all lost vital signs, their faces contorted with rage, but also bearing the same look of disbelief as the prisoners themselves...

Clearly, neither the Prisoners nor they expected Qin Su to so swiftly and decisively kill all the Prisoners, who, like them, were human beings, in the blink of an eye.

There was no room for hesitation or negotiation whatsoever.

'Okay... scary...'

'No, no, no, if it weren't for Qin Su, who would dare to lay a hand on them? How could they be such ungrateful wretches, eating from the bowl and then turning around to curse?'

'But... if they piloted their Spaceships into the air and stayed far away from the Prisoners, wouldn't they still be able to escape the possibility of being harmed by the Prisoners? Why didn't Qin Su issue an order for them to temporarily move away from the Jump Point?'

'Did Qin Su... deliberately make them face all of this? Why?'

'We've waited so long, just waiting... or are we forcing them to take action?'

As countless people recovered and witnessed the bloody scene before them, various thoughts raced through their minds uncontrollably.

Whatever thoughts they had, they all turned into the question, "The Prisoners are all dead, what is Qin Su doing?", as Qin Su stopped in front of a Prisoner, knelt down on one knee, and took out a thin, round, 30-centimeter-long spiked Military Saber from his combat boot.

They temporarily suppressed the chaotic and complex thoughts in their minds, their eyes fixed intently on Qin Su's every move.

With his head down, He Muzhi caught a glimpse of a large pool of blood on the Transparent Floor in the distance. His body stiffened, and he and his classmates looked at Qin Su, whose very back view sent chills down their spines.

If he remembered correctly, there were only ten Prisoners in total, and he heard a total of thirty shots.

Judging from the way the Prisoners died, he hadn't misheard.

Each Prisoner had been shot three times.

One shot was aimed directly at the center of the forehead, one shot at the left side of the chest, and one shot at the right side of the chest.

Even though he had never killed anyone, he knew which parts of the human body were most vulnerable. Each of Qin Su's shots was enough to easily kill someone, yet he still fired three shots at each Prisoner.

'Qin Su... is frighteningly cautious.'

With this thought flashing through his mind, He Muzhi took a deep breath. The next second, he watched as Qin Su plunged the spiked Military Saber into the gaping wound between the Prisoner's eyebrows, twisted it a few times, pulled it out, and moved on to the next Prisoner's corpse...

Given the hellish environment down there, the fact that they've survived to this day and still maintain such robust physical condition suggests that the Prisoners have consumed far more of their own kind.

Without toothbrushes or showers, and having not washed an inch of their bodies since entering prison, Qin Su tolerate it from a distance, but up close, he could smell the unbearable, pungent Corpse Stench emanating from the Prisoners.

The Prisoners had just died, Corpse Stench was clearly not coming from them, but from the uncollected remains of Prisoner food, which had soaked into every inch of their skin.

The stench from corpses doesn't dissipate quickly, especially since the Prisoners had lived in such an environment for decades or even centuries, and had been thoroughly "preserved," so the pungent smell was unimaginable.

Qin Su forced himself to suppress the urge to frown at the smell, and tried his best to maintain a calm demeanor from the perspective of the Protagonist Group and the Viewers, quickly carrying out the final confirmation of death.

The strength of the Interstellar People constantly refreshed Qin Su's understanding, and Qin Su naturally dared not underestimate their tenacious vitality.

Fearing he would accumulate too much stench that he couldn't wash off, Qin Su avoided physical contact with the Prisoners throughout the process, conducting the identification work as quickly as possible.

Taking advantage of having his back to the Protagonist Group, comic book Viewers couldn't tell whether he was breathing or not. They secretly held their breath, only breathing discreetly when they were far away from the Prisoners.

Upon seeing Qin Su's actions, the scene fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone watched as Qin Su Military Saber towards the next Prisoner. A mixture of white and red, seemingly solid yet liquid, dripped from the round, pointed Military Saber onto the Transparent Floor...

"!"

He Muzhi's pupils suddenly contracted, and a phantom pain struck his brain.

'As it turns out, he should never have tried to define Qin Su; he knew absolutely nothing about Qin Su.'

'His performance... was terrible, wasn't it? Is Qin Su disappointed in him?'

[The training was successful. What's this called? Because Qin Su can overcome some fears?]

[Between fear and regret, He Muzhi chose fear and regret.]

[No way, in this situation, He Muzhi is still thinking about whether he has disappointed Qin Su??? I'm truly impressed. From today onwards, He Muzhi is diagnosed with Qin Su's brain. Case complete.]

[In a sense, He Muzhi's mentality is truly strong.]

"!!!"

The horrifying scene before them, which challenged the limits of everyone's psychological endurance, caused the students' pupils to dilate violently, their minds to go blank for a moment, and they frantically swallowed their saliva while unconsciously raising their hands to the position of their heads.

They didn't dare to breathe too loudly, afraid that if their breathing was even slightly louder, it would attract Qin Su's cold, emotionless gaze, as if he were looking at a dead person.

The students touched the hard helmets on their heads.

The sensations they felt in their hands were strongly suggesting that their brains were currently intact.

But the mind completely disregards the facts, and waves of intense phantom pain wash over it.

[... Satan should get Qin Su tattooed on his body (terrified face)]

[See, that's what you call professional (panicked and running away version)]

[Ugh, ugh, ugh (explodes violent vomiting) This is horrible, I really can't take it anymore]

[The brain matter was physically shaken evenly; it's terrifying.]

[Everyone: Oh no, my brain! My brain! (Panic-filled faces)]

[This time, I'm truly dead (eyes roll back, faints. jpg)]

Even Assassinations aren't this creepy.

[As a professional assassin, I'm wondering about the extent of the psychological trauma.]

Now it's completely unclear whether Qin Su is an angel or a devil.

Half angel, half demon?

On the surface, Qin Su appeared calm and composed, maintaining his composure so that he didn't vomit. In reality, while ensuring his movements were neither too fast nor too slow, he quickly confirmed that all the Prisoners were thoroughly dead, and then let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

He secretly rejoiced that only ten Prisoners came up for exercise, not too many people.

If a group of them came, he wouldn't be killed by the Interstellar People who discovered his weakness in strongness; instead, he would be suffocated by the pungent odor emanating from the Prisoners, so strong that even a second's exposure would be enough to make one suffocate.

With the Prisoners all dead, there was no longer any need to worry about them returning to kill the students. Reassured, Qin Su turned to face his classmates.

In the instant he turned around, Qin Su clearly saw the terrified expressions on his classmates' faces, as if saying, "Don't come any closer!"

Qin Su: "..."

That won't work.

He had to return to the Spaceship and wash himself from head to toe countless times to alleviate the psychological trauma he had developed from forcing himself to be near the Prisoners.

Ignoring the fear on his classmates' faces, Qin Su strode towards them smoothly without any hesitation.

As he took his first step, Qin Su's eyes clearly reflected the fear in the expressions of most of his classmates. After less than a second of eye contact, the students quickly lowered their heads, their bodies instinctively retreating in fear, moving away from the direction he was facing, their entire bodies stiff with fear.

Thinking about everything he had just done, Qin Su: "..."

Alright, it's our first time meeting, he understands. Given the strength of the Interstellar People in all aspects, he believes they will recover quickly.

What made Qin Su somewhat happy was that a small number of his classmates were watching him.

Qin Su ignored his classmates' behavior and strode across the middle Passageway that they had spontaneously cleared for them.

Hearing Qin Su's Qin Su footsteps and seeing his long, straight legs pass by, many people swallowed hard.

They knew they should say something so that Qin Su wouldn't have to take action for them, or be disheartened by their fear.

They moved their mouths many times, but their throats were terribly dry. They would look at each other, or lower their heads, not daring to look up and meet Qin Su's gaze. They could only look at Qin Su's legs, like fools.

They didn't want to run away, and they didn't want Qin Su to see them acting so cowardly.

But... now, whenever they see Qin Su, the horrifying scene from not long ago keeps replaying in their minds, and their bodies can't help but try to escape from their hearts.

Without any hindrance, Qin Su stepped onto the Spaceship and stopped at the hatch, his back to the others.

Even though Qin Su hadn't looked at him once since the killing ended, He Muzhi's gaze, like that of the other students, followed Qin Su's back closely.

When He Muzhi saw Qin Su's tall figure suddenly stop, his heart jumped, only to hear Qin Su's emotionless command.

Qin Su: "Clean it up."

After saying that, Qin Su couldn't stand the smell clinging to him for even a second longer and strode away.

He completed the preliminary work perfectly, and the students shouldn't try to avoid the final tasks; everyone has a share.

In any case, given He Muzhi's personality, after he leaves, He Muzhi will definitely take the lead in disposing of the Prisoners ' bodies. As for how to dispose of them, He Muzhi and the others will have to brainstorm and figure it out themselves. He is too lazy to get involved. Since everyone came together, they should naturally work together.

Having escaped the source of the stench and no longer needing to hold his breath, Qin Su felt much better and walked briskly while watching the live stream comments.

Seeing the screen filled with comments saying "devil," Qin Su thought, "..."

He was simply learning from his experience, based on the strong vitality of the Interstellar People and the precedent set by He Wenyuan.

Qin Su's words made He Muzhi's eyes light up immediately. "!"

'They can still be given orders; there's still hope for them!'

Many people shared the same thought as He Muzhi. As they watched Qin Su's indifferent departing figure, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief where Qin Su could not see them.

[Ugh... I really don't have time to mess around with these people.]

[I was so scared before, but I didn't even need to take any Chinese medicine to help me recover. How come I'm better so quickly?]

[It's just handling, not actually doing anything. Qin Su did the hardest part, so they're more likely to accept it.]

He Muzhi quickly cleared his throat, watching Qin Su's cold and departing figure after issuing the order. Regardless of whether Qin Su could hear him, he muttered a low "Received."

The same applies to others.

They watched silently until Qin Su's figure disappeared from sight before turning their gaze away.

"Phew... I was suffocating!"

"I didn't feel anything when Qin Su was around, but after Qin Su left, I realized I hadn't been breathing at all."

"Ugh, how come I didn't notice how smelly it was before?"

"That's because the fear I felt towards Commander 1's actions just now overwhelmed my psychological and physical nausea."

"We really went too far just now. Whatever Commander 1 did, he definitely... did it for our own good, we just don't understand it yet."

"You're right. Even though the Commander doesn't care about our attitude, now that he's come to his senses, thinking about what we just did, it was really embarrassing."

Hearing the self-reproachful confessions around him, He Muzhi knew that everyone felt the same way. He quickly composed himself, temporarily putting aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and looked at his classmates, asking, "Everyone, what do you think we should do?"

Qin Su didn't say anything; they could only figure it out themselves.

This was the first time He Muzhi had done something like this, and he was clueless. He was also used to democratically seeking the opinions of others.

Everyone present, like He Muzhi, looked at each other upon hearing this, and remained silent for a long while.

"Everyone, we need to clear this place out before Commander 1 comes out."

Seeing that no one spoke up, Sophia said loudly, "Whether Commander 1 cares or not, this is our way of silently apologizing to Commander 1 for our inappropriate behavior just now. So I think as long as it's cleaned up, it doesn't matter what method we use. Personally, I think the simplest way is to throw them into the elevator and let them go down with it."

"If we go down, they'll get eaten. Watching people eat each other... I still can't accept that. Just looking at it makes me feel sick and scared." With Sophia taking the lead, the others chimed in, "Why don't we just leave them outside the platform? The insects are so dense outside."

"Agreed. With the tree canopy providing cover, we wouldn't even see them fall and get eaten by insects."

He Muzhi held a 30-second poll on whether to 'feed people' or 'feed insects'.

Time flew by, and eventually most of them chose to feed the insects.

They still can't psychologically accept the hellish way of life in the prisons, and they avoid it if they can.

"In the past, I never imagined I would face such a choice one day... Ugh, it stinks so bad! Why can't the helmet block the stench?"

"If you're truly isolated, and lose your sense of smell, what if you encounter some insect and it swallows you? You wouldn't be happy about that."

"Yue-- How did Commander 1 manage to stay calm and not vomit when he was near ten people earlier?"

"Of course, we're used to it, we have a high tolerance for it, and we don't find it disgusting at all."

"In the end, it's all because we're too incompetent. We need to practice more. To avoid embarrassing ourselves in front of Commander 1 if we encounter a similar situation again, I'm planning to practice at the incinerator. Anyone want to join me?"

Qin Su let the water wash away the smell while watching his classmates deal with the Prisoners. "..."

The Interstellar People's capacity for acceptance and their psychological endurance were constantly refreshing his understanding. A cremation plant? It was practically an 'evil cultivation' place; how could they even come up with such a thing?

"But... why train like this? Aren't we... only targeting insects?" someone asked, puzzled by Raymond's words.

"Naive. Qin Su never does anything meaningless," Lin Yin said firmly. "He deliberately made us go through all this because he has expectations for us beyond just the Zerg. Whether we can seize this opportunity depends on ourselves."

"Oh, I see! Count me in!"

"I'm going to throw up too—but it smells so bad, I can't take it anymore, I need to hold my breath."

"You can't hold it in. Even Qin Su didn't hold it in. If you do, how can you face all the stench without fear like Qin Su?" Raymond said righteously.

"Damn, that makes perfect sense!"

Raymond's words resonated strongly with the students.

Seeing his classmates disposing of the Prisoners ' corpses, believing Raymond's lies, and vomiting without restraint, Qin Su, "..."

Unable to bear it any longer, Qin Su spoke in a cold voice over the Full-Band Communication: "Hold your breath."