Cocotte stared at the silent signal light on the main console, and a long sigh overflowed from the depths of his throat.
Her shoulders slumped, her fingers slowly slipped from the operation keys, and her whole body seemed to have been drained of strength.
What the hell is going on?
She bit her lower lip, frowned, and stared at the garbled ripples on the screen.
Why can't I contact the headquarters?
Was the headquarters really swallowed by a black hole?
It can't be so miserable, right?
Pride Planet no longer exists?
Cocotte stood blankly in front of the main console, his chest heaving up and down, his face slumped.
Her fingers tapped lightly on the countertop twice unconsciously, then stopped, as if she didn't even bother to use this little strength.
Then, she turned her head and glanced around the Flying Saucer hall.
Dyspo curled up on the chair, his purple face full of pain, his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, barely holding on to life.
Kahseral was lively and active, standing in the corner and moving his hands and feet, but the confidence in his eyes had long since disappeared.
He is no match for Broly or Vegeta.
Not to mention that there is that scary guy Reiz deep inside Flying Saucer.
Cocotte looked away, clenched his fists, and loosened them weakly.
There really is no chance of winning here.
Just when her heart was about to be filled with despair, the speaker on the main console suddenly made a harsh "rustling" sound.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, her whole body jumped up as if she had been electrocuted, and her hands quickly pressed on the operating table.
The signal was extremely poor and intermittent, with only a few lines of text popping up on the screen with difficulty.
Cocotte You can see the sender's logo clearly at a glance.
It is the headquarters of Pride Troopers!
Her pupils dilated slightly, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise, and the light ignited in her eyes again.
She didn't hesitate, and her fingers were tapping rapidly on the keyboard, sending out the situation here and the current target position.
Then, the "rustling" sound stopped suddenly, and the signal light on the screen went out completely.
Cocotte's fingers froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face froze.
Her lips opened slightly and then closed slowly. The air in her chest was stuck in her throat and she couldn't let it out.
Why was it interrupted again?
Have you received it?
She stared at the dead screen and didn't move for a long time.
Three days passed quickly.
Cocotte never received any signal from the headquarters again.
She would sit in front of the main console for a long time every day, staring at the silent screen, her eyes changing from expectation to anxiety, from anxiety to loss, and finally completely cold.
Her heart felt as if someone was holding it, heavy and depressed.
And Reiz was also very busy during these three days.
Well, I'm busy pressing Linoshi's feet.
By the way, press the legs again.
Cocotte's room has been requisitioned by Reiz.
That room was much more spacious than their original palm-sized private room, and the bed was also bigger. Linoshi sat on the edge of the bed and could finally straighten his legs.
Reiz squatted beside the bed and pressed gently with his fingers. Linoshi leaned on the head of the bed, his eyes half-squinted, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and the blush on his cheeks never faded.
As for the original small private room, Reiz didn't even take a second look.
At this time, Flying Saucer is getting closer and closer to the earth.
The starry sky outside the porthole window was gradually filled with a blue and green planet, and the clouds slowly flowed outside the atmosphere, like a layer of gauze.
Reiz walked out of the room with brisk steps and a somewhat satisfied look on his face.
Linoshi followed him, eyes lowered, fingers unconsciously rubbing Battle Suit's hem, the tips of his ears still glowing with a faint pink color.
The two of them walked into the main control hall one after another.
"Hello, Reiz, we will reach the Earth in five minutes!" Cocotte hurriedly came up to us, bowed slightly, and sounded a little cautious.
"Not bad, you performed very well." Reiz nodded with satisfaction, his eyes swept over Cocotte's pretending to be calm face, and then turned to Broly and waved.
Broly is squatting in the corner, holding a bottle of golden liquid in his hand, drinking it deliciously, his cheeks bulging.
Seeing Reiz waving, he immediately put the bottle on the ground and ran up three steps at a time, with a silly smile on his face.
"Are these three servants satisfied?" Reiz asked with a smile.
Broly tilted his head and thought for a while, the smile on his face slowly faded away, and he curled his lips. "It's not fun."
Reiz turned to Vegeta again, raising his chin slightly. "What about you?"
Vegeta crossed his arms, raised his chin high, swung his tail behind him, and snorted, "I don't need such useless servants! Why not throw them into space and let them fend for themselves."
As soon as the words fell, Dyspo, Cocotte and Kahseral changed their expressions at the same time.
Three pairs of eyes stared at Vegeta, their eyes full of fear and anger.
"Hey, we have been serving you tea and water for the past three days. Are you going to treat us like this?" Dyspo gritted his teeth, his voice was hoarse, and the veins on his purple face were beating slightly.
He was sitting on a chair, leaning forward and clenching his fists, but because the injury was so severe, it was difficult to even stand up.
"What's the use of having a servant like this to ask you to do something?" Vegeta snorted coldly and glanced sideways at Dyspo, with a hint of contempt hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Reiz ignored the two people's bickering and turned to look at Broly: "Where's the gun?"
Broly was stunned for a moment, rolled his eyes, then stretched out his hand to open the waistband of his pants and took out the silver-white Energy Gun.
The gun still carried the heat of his body temperature, glowing coldly under the light.
"Put all three of them away." Reiz gave the order to Broly.
"Hehe, I'm familiar with this!" Broly grinned, showing his white teeth and his eyes lit up.
He turned around and pointed the gun at Dyspo first.
Dyspo's face changed again and again, from purple to gray. Staring at the black muzzle of the gun, his throat rolled up and down.
"Don't resist! Don't worry, I will let you go when the time is right." Reiz smiled.
Broly didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger with his finger.
"Whoops--"
A spiral flame shot out from the muzzle and flew forward, leaving a silver-white trail in the air and covering Dyspo's body instantly.
Dyspo's pupils shrank suddenly.
His body instinctively wanted to dodge, his muscles had tightened, and energy surged through his body.
But after only a moment, he was discouraged.
He closed his eyes, slowly loosened his clenched fists, and his whole body was frozen in place like a piece of wood.
The injury was already serious and the energy did not recover much.
Although you can hide, what happens after you hide?
It will definitely be repaired severely.
Why bother looking for trouble?
"Crack!"
Dyspo's body quickly shrunk and deformed, its limbs contracted, its torso compressed, and its purple skin wrinkled and then expanded.
In just a few seconds, it turned into a small object the size of a thumb with pointed ends, falling from mid-air.