The third deck of the passenger ship is the lowest-cost civilian cabin, which is almost no different from the bottom nest slums. Long voyages often take weeks or even months. People can only squeeze into small cabins and endure folding beds of no more than 1.5 meters long. Some slightly wealthy passengers will choose to carry their own tents and sleeping bags.
Since there is no diet for civilian cabins, passengers either go to the restaurant to eat expensive fast food or solve it themselves. Some people even set up private kitchens to make cheap food for sale using the raw materials they carry.
In a sense, this is a small city, but it is even more dirty and chaotic, but there is still basic public security. The crew guards holding electric shock sticks will often patrol here and beat some unlucky guys who don't like it.
Sisina sat cross-legged on the bed in a separate small cabin, wearing a light brown robe that almost covered her from head to toe, revealing only her eyes.
On her left was a small incense burner, backed against the cold wall, which was hard to compare to the comfort of her meditation room on the Inquisition cruiser, and it was not even comparable to the simple room on Quiet Two, but she was too tired to desire a brief rest and occasional comfort.
Just sitting down, closing your eyes, and not looking back is enough.
As time passed by minute by minute, she recovered a little energy and found her thoughts wandering, rising on the wings of her thoughts, a strange foresight pressure hit her - like a slowly formed ball of water filling the space in her head.
Her senses let her know in a hazy way that if she chooses to let go, a prophetic trance is coming.
At first, she refused and chose to take some time to stabilize her mentality and restore her strength. After all, this place is mixed with fish and dragons. Although it is a good place to hide, there will also be various accidents.
Her master and her colleagues were both dead, and now she could only rely on herself. Before using that kind of spiritual power, she was just a twenty-year-old girl who was a little more fragile than a normal person.
But the tides that enveloped her thoughts were not so easy to calm down, and another thought of her told her that only by accepting the illusion provided by the trance state would she have the hope of foreseeing what was before her.
She wasn't sure if this was her own thought, but in the end she succumbed to the pressure, sighed softly, closed her eyes, and cleared her thoughts.
The crazy future scenes poured into her head like dark clouds shrouded on the canopy.
First of all...
It's still the same as before, always the same.
The cold hit her, and although she wasn't sure if she was really part of the illusion, or just watching the event somewhere "far away", she still felt naked: ice formed on her skin, and each breath came out of her mouth.
For any entity, subspace can be regarded as an abyss.
The next second, her soul stood on a huge gray stone pillar, surrounded by no barrier. No matter which breeze caught her, it would make her roll down the steep side.
At this moment she was like a lamb on the altar.
She cried, scared, disgusted, even though she had seen all of this before.
This is the fourth time she has witnessed this scene.
Then, in the clouds in front of her, there seemed to be something, an invisible existence broke the confused fog of thinking, moving like a shadow under the water, getting closer and closer.
Just like before, she knew what that was.
She was forced to leave the pillar and was raised high by a beast in black armor, the other party with the sign of a winged sword - this terrible scene created in front of her would almost certainly happen to her.
But there is more to happen.
She tried to see the monster holding her, but it was vague...
Suddenly, it left, and so did her consciousness, Ssina's soul fell into the darkness, hatred and anger boiled around her.
She believed she had witnessed everything and experienced it, and that sign represented an identity.
The Dark Angel...
The Dark Angels are traitors, they have fallen, and they have secretly betrayed the Empire and the Emperor.
Ssina believed in her feelings, although she knew that the essence of subspace preview was a half-true and half-false guessing puzzle.
"Um--"
The girl woke up in panting, thick cholestasis accumulated in her mouth. She lay on the edge of the bed and vomited and choked, covering her belly. It took a while before she recovered.
Too cold...
Suddenly, she heard the radio and the boat was about to arrive at the port.
The girl struggled to reach the bedside, opened the kettle, poured herself a cup of hot water, and waited for her body's function to gradually recover, she turned on the pillow and tied her waist and her left thigh. Then she bolted a laser pistol around her waist, hung a miniature needle pistol on her leg ring, and then a dagger. Finally, she simply packed up her small bag.
When she walked out of the cabin door, people outside had already started queuing up to take the elevator. The scene was very chaotic, with shouts and curses everywhere, and there were people running in the middle, which often represented a thief succeeding.
The journey went smoothly, as the judge's entourage, she had a perfect identity disguise that was completely impossible to be discovered. Soon she left the passenger ship and came to the airport and boarded the transport plane heading to the ground.
She had to return to her master's secret residence first, find ways to contact other living colleagues, and hand over the evidence she had to someone who was trustworthy and powerful to avenge those who were deceased.
Ssina knew what kind of power she was going to accuse, a powerful group of space warriors, a startup regiment.
But she must avenge her master.
Not long after the girl boarded the transport plane, another group of people also entered the airport through the hidden VIP channel.
"The boss said, grab the person, each person has two tons of palladium, find something, add one ton per person, this money is enough to go to a remote world to be a noble for the rest of his life."
Leading was a slender figure, taller than most men and very slim, wearing a mask that seemed to be shaped by a whimsical sculptor, with a fixed, arrogant expression solidified on the mask, and an electric blue cloak covering his body below his neck, under which the gloss of pearl gray can be seen.
Behind him were six figures, both men and women, tall and short, but without exception, they were all very famous in the Great Whirlpool area, but hardly anyone had ever seen the real killer and bounty hunter.
Not long ago, a mysterious financial owner released a dangerous mission. The assassin of the Death Worshiping Cult, known as the Gray Ghost, accepted the mission and summoned some of his past partners. However, the Gray Ghost himself said that he did not know who the real boss was, and that his online line was just an intermediary.
But none of these matters. What matters is that this is a mission with extremely generous rewards. Even assassinating a planetary governor, someone may not be able to offer such a price.
What they have to face is just the "little trouble" of the Inquisition and the "people" who seem to have also accepted the task.
In the Grief Galaxy, they had fought with the entourages of the Inquisition and had also fought with those colleagues who had accepted the same task. The mysterious funder hired many killers, but only one bounty was given.
Chapter completed!