The Matter Is Settled?

Cut clean in two.

Golden light blossomed in the darkness for an instant, and then everything returned to black.

The mask faded from Su Ming's face. He caught his breath, swayed slightly as he sat down in a chair, and felt nothing but pain throughout his body.

Even with comprehensive protection, the repeated self-destructions of warships had sent him flying around like canned food. His injuries this time were serious.

Fortunately, his willpower was strong and he had remained calm, allowing him to keep replicating the tactic until the Skrulls' "royal army" finally arrived.

The reason he had turned into a fat Kree was simply because moving around was inconvenient. Even if fat people waddled when they walked, it was less likely to draw suspicion.

If Strangle had not been supporting him, these injuries would have affected his combat ability. The Kree's technology and numbers really were deadly.

The symbiote was now helping repair his internal organs and keeping his muscles from falling apart. His mission was temporarily complete, so he could rest for a few minutes.

He fumbled out a cigarette, trembling as he put it between his lips and lit it. After coughing twice, he looked at the corpse split in two on the floor.

In fact, the moment the Skrull Fleet completed its jump, Su Ming had slipped back onto the Kree flagship. Relying on Strangle's shapeshifting ability and the "knowledge" he had gained from more than ten other warships, he easily found the bridge this time.

Strangle extended a thread-like tentacle and relayed what had happened on the bridge to its host, who was pretending to be a maintenance soldier some distance away.

When the visitor left the bridge in a daze, Su Ming followed behind him. Despite his serious injuries, he had said he would