It wouldn't be difficult to break down the door and catch them, but Lynn was worried about the two guys.
Especially Kerry, under extreme fear and stimulation, might suffer a mental breakdown and be directly corrupted by the Warp, or commit suicide on the spot.
He still needs to "invite" them out to cooperate in order to perfectly execute his plan.
He waved his hand, signaling the few former crew members who had been infected by his Genestealer to come forward.
"Captain, it really is reinforcements! I'm Hans from the engine room!"
A man with abrasions on his face and wearing dirty overalls approached the restaurant door and called out in a voice that was both tearful and relieved.
"The pirates and Xenos have all been wiped out by the Imperial Navy!"
We're saved! Come out quickly!
There was no sound from inside.
Another "crew member," dressed in a tattered Astra Militarum uniform, also spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Lord Kerry, I am Henry from the Astra Militarum!"
I saw with my own eyes those pointy-eared monsters being blasted to pieces by adults with Boltgun!
And those insects were also burned to death by the flamethrower!
We're safe! The Emperor has blessed us!
Inside the door, Kerry's eyes began to waver again.
Hans Henry... that voice... it sounds familiar. Could we really be saved?
Isolde held him down firmly, his eyes cold.
Something's not right, how did Hans and Henry end up together?
Are they all still near the bridge?
Moreover, although their tone was panicked, there was always an inexplicable stiffness to it.
Rena, outside, sensed the emotional fluctuations inside using her Psychic Power.
Tell Lynn that simply relying on "acquaintances" to speak out is not enough.
He thought for a moment, then stepped forward himself, his tone becoming gentler, even carrying a just-right hint of anxiety:
" Kerry Carey, I am Imperial Navy Lieutenant Dmitrian Titus."
I fully understand your fears, but please listen to me.
The ship was severely damaged, and secondary explosions or structural collapses are possible in some areas.
This place is not safe. Please come out immediately and follow my men to the safe lifeboat area.
This is an order! And it's for your safety!
"A reassuring name", "Lieutenant", "Order", "Lifeboat".
These words held a fatal attraction for the panicked Kerry.
His last line of defense began to crumble.
Isolde tried to stop her, but Kerry abruptly shook off her hand, panting heavily, her eyes red:
"Get out! I want to get out!"
Even if it's a trap, I'll accept it. I'm not going to stay in this godforsaken place and wait to die any longer!
With trembling hands, he abruptly pressed the button, opening the door to the secret room.
The glaring light made Kerry squint.
He staggered out and the first thing he saw were several figures wearing Imperial Navy -style armor, as well as several familiar yet unfamiliar "crew" faces.
The ground was littered with the corpses of many Drukhari and the remains of purple Tyranids, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.
It seems... we're really saved?
Kerry's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down, his face a mixture of tears and snot.
The expensive clothes were now filthy and smelled terrible; the woman looked utterly disheveled.
Isolde followed closely behind and exited the secret chamber.
She was in slightly better condition than Kerry, at least she could stand steadily, but her face was equally pale, and her sharp eyes scanned her surroundings.
Her gaze swept quickly over the corpses on the ground, then over the few "crew members" whose expressions were somewhat dazed.
Finally, the blame fell on the " Imperial Navy Lieutenant" who was in charge.
Wait for your pupils to refocus and adjust to the light.
She then saw Lynn's face clearly; there were six compound eyes on the purple mask!
We've been tricked!
Isolde instantly realized that this was definitely not the Imperial Navy.
Almost instinctively, she wanted to turn and run away, letting out a piercing scream.
But in the instant she turned around...
The two crew members who had been standing silently to the side and behind suddenly moved, their speed almost inhuman.
Isolde felt her arms tighten, as if she had been firmly pinned behind her back, the immense force rendering her unable to move.
"What are you doing?! Let her go! I am the Planetary Governor!"
Kerry then realized what was happening and cried out in alarm, but his voice quickly faded.
He realized that this was no longer the same Song Offering that had sung its praises.
Then, she was so frightened that she covered her face and sobbed.
"Alright," Lynn said calmly, walking up to them.
The shadow cast by the towering armored body completely enveloped the impoverished noble couple.
"What are you crying about?" he said impatiently to Kerry was still sobbing softly.
"I didn't say I was going to kill you. You're a grown man, why are you acting like a girl?"
Kerry was so frightened that she shuddered, and her sobs were forced back down, leaving only faint choking sounds.
Seeing that Kerry had regained his composure, Lynn cleared his throat and said:
Who I am is not important; what matters is that I have no interest in your lives.
"However, I am very interested in 'resources,' especially food."
Seeing that the two knew he had come with ill intentions, Lynn stopped pretending.
Kerry calmed down a bit after hearing that he wouldn't be killed.
Isolde immediately realized that not only were they not being killed, but the other party also had needs. If there were needs, then there was room for negotiation!
"My lord, what do you desire? I am Isolde from the Kora Family of the Calixis Sector. Please tell me your needs!"
Isolde immediately spoke up, hoping to find out Lynn's needs.
"Someone, slap him! Who gave you permission to speak?" Lynn responded immediately.
One of the "crew members" walked up to Isolde and, without saying a word, raised his hand to slap him.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Three large brushes were placed on Isolde's delicate face.
The crisp, loud sound of a slap echoed in the room.
Each strike was powerful, Isolde's well-maintained cheeks quickly became red and swollen.
Her head was knocked to the side, her hair was completely disheveled, and her expensive jewelry was scattered everywhere.
She had never suffered such humiliation in her entire life.
The intense pain and humiliation made her vision blur, and her body trembled violently with anger and fear.
But she gritted her teeth, neither screaming nor begging for mercy, only staring intently at Lynn with bloodshot eyes.
Kerry witnessed his wife being slapped in public and was initially horrified.
Immediately, a twisted, dark pleasure, which he himself was unaware of, welled up from the depths of his heart.
This wife, who always seemed to have the upper hand, was shrewd and assertive, and whom he both respected and feared—had she finally met her match?
Seeing her pathetic state after being beaten, Kerry found himself actually... a little excited?
He quickly lowered his head to hide his complicated expression.
Lynn caught the fleeting emotion in Kerry's eyes and sneered inwardly.
He had known all along that the woman was the dominant one between the two.
But he doesn't like dealing with overly shrewd people, because it can be troublesome.