Only.
Before he could say anything more.
In BT's final broadcast—[Brace for impact]—
An even more violent explosion struck.
The instance forced his eyes shut, and Yan Fushou's vision went black.
When Yan Fushou opened his eyes again, everything had changed.
Amid the wreckage of the crashed ship, the Militia did not arrive in time. The first to appear was the Apex Predators mercenary group hired by the IMC.
Both BT and Yan Fushou had been captured.
To seize The Ark, Blisk, the leader of the Apex Predators, pressed his gun hard against Yan Fushou's head and threatened BT.
Open the cockpit.
After Yan Fushou figured out the situation, he looked at him expressionlessly.
Forget having a muzzle pressed to his head.
Even if Blisk really pulled the trigger, there was no way he would make that choice.
He knew all too well what happened when you compromised with the enemy on a battlefield.
At worst, he would die once and lose survival points. The stubborn pride in his bones would not allow him to beg.
Blisk sighed, mocking Yan Fushou's heroism as he prepared to pull the trigger.
But just then, BT, who had been silent the whole time, spoke.
Yan Fushou, who had been calm only moments ago, suddenly snapped his head around and looked in BT's direction.
It seemed to have fallen into some kind of system logic error, repeatedly emitting static, successfully drawing Blisk's attention and making that fatal muzzle leave Yan Fushou's head.
Immediately afterward, Blisk turned and walked toward BT instead, threatening it to open the hatch, or he would blow its Pilot's head open.
In the standoff.
BT sent an encrypted message to the HUD interface in Yan Fushou's helmet.
It was still those three extremely simple, familiar words:
[Trust me.]
Then, before