The entire Harley Pirate Legion had descended into chaos. The ambush by Insect Race infiltrators had left the pirates unable to trust one another.
Even people who had spent every day together turned into members of the Insect Race in an instant. Comrades killing one another became the greatest cause of casualties.
Lambert looked at the wary McHarley. Only he could open the vault and retrieve the divine artifact now, giving them a chance to turn the tide.
"Commander, in a situation like this, would I need to waste my breath talking to you if I were one of the Insect Race?"
"Lambert, I trust you, but you can't prove you're really Lambert."
The Insect Race had already broken through the second defensive line. Any more delay, and it would truly be too late.
Lambert snapped, "How do you want me to prove it? This is the situation we're in! Only if you retrieve the divine artifact will we have a chance of surviving."
McHarley hesitated. What Lambert said was true. Only the divine artifact could turn the tide.
Harley suddenly remembered the pair of Electronic Handcuffs at his waist. He tossed them to Lambert and said, "Put them on and step back. Then I'll open the vault."
Holding the handcuffs, Lambert glanced at the pursuers behind him. If the Insect Race charged through the entrance, he might still be able to hold them off for a while, but with these handcuffs...
Seeing Lambert hesitate to put them on, Harley warily aimed his gun at him. "Are you really Lambert?"
Lambert hurriedly cuffed himself. At this point, whether he was genuine or not, Harley would not believe him. The only thing he trusted now was the handcuffs.
"Step back!"
Lambert quickly complied, taking three steps backward toward the entrance. He