Because replacement parts were unavailable, the Z-2Q-15 spider-shaped robot was temporarily forbidden from fighting. Even the Z-R-2 humanoid robots without metal greatshields could only handle sentry duty.
This left the Z-Series Squad advancing through the passageway at an extremely slow pace, with only two greatshield Z-R-2 robots actually taking action.
"Captain, is what we're doing really meaningful?" In a squad of twelve, only two were actually fighting, while the other ten were on watch.
In reality, the entire passageway was divided into countless sections by bulkhead gates, each no longer than fifty meters. This was so that if the hull was damaged, the damaged area could be sealed off promptly and precisely.
At a distance of fifty meters at most, there was no need for high-tech instruments. Even with the naked eye, one could easily tell whether danger was present.
And over such a short distance, there was clearly no need for all ten people to remain intensely focused on sentry duty. As a result, the team members had more spare time to ponder philosophical questions.
For example, whether this turtle-paced search of theirs was useful at all.
To be honest, Knox found that question difficult to answer. Though he was the squad captain and ranked slightly above the others, he was still only a squad captain. He had not received much more information than the team members, and because the information they possessed was so similar, he often thought exactly the same things they did.
Thus, he shared their doubts. At such a slow search speed, without interference, completing the mission would take years at the very least.
More importantly, their manpower was limited. They had no way to seal off areas that had already been inspected. In other words, they might have just finished checking a pipe when