"Damn it! Damn it!"

Lieutenant Cooper was cursing loudly, while lying tightly on his hull that was thrown into space by the explosion impact. Even though the temperature control system of the spacesuit could provide the wearer with a suitable temperature for survival, Lieutenant Cooper still felt cold sweat slipping down his spine. "Where am I going! Why did I encounter such a damn thing! Fuck! Calm! Calm! How to get back on the boat? I have to let go of the air in the air tank! This is the best fucking useful! Get ready to go..."

He took a deep breath and took off the interface between the spacesuit and the air tank at the same time. "One, two, three! Hurry up, hurry up!" When the air pressure reached the critical value, he turned off the magnetic boots of the spacesuit, and the propulsion system behind the spacesuit pushed him from the wreckage of the hull. "Yes! Yes!" He adjusted his posture, heading towards the cross-shaped spaceship in orbit illuminated by the giant thunderstorm of Neptune's atmosphere. Perhaps it was the illusion caused by tension and panic, or perhaps it was the impact of the explosion that caused him to be injured, and Lieutenant Cooper always felt that he had done something similar.

He knew clearly that he should jump when the thruster had a pressure, how much oxygen should be kept for him to breathe until he returned to the spacecraft, and that something extremely bad happened on the Event Horizon, the explosion seemed to push Event Horizon toward Neptune's atmosphere, and the dense thunderstorm was about to tear the hull apart. He shook his head and threw this absurd idea out. He did not see that behind him there was a man in the same space suit jumping from the wreckage of the spacecraft, and the man also turned his back to him, not finding his presence at all.

"I'm here! Dog bastard!"

It will take some time for Lieutenant Cooper to drift in space.

A casual glance at this time allowed him to see the thin star light in space barely illuminating the huge outline. It was a ship, two shining light flew out of the ship, and headed straight towards the Event Horizon. He thought of the contents of the crew meeting - the warning Dr. Will sent to Captain Miller. The former claimed that other countries in the world were trying to obtain the secret of the hyperspace engine - the drift was quite long, and Lieutenant Cooper had time to drift, and he only needed to adjust his posture and airflow. If other countries wanted, he would never mind them taking the damn thing, and if he could, he would never want to touch that thing.

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Major D.J opened his eyes suddenly, and the sudden and severe pain made him unable to move.

He remembered... Miller said that Dr. Will exploded the Lewis and Clark... Then, cold air poured in. His uniform was pulled apart, the dog tag on his neck was thrown aside at random, a scalpel and a bone saw cut his chest from the middle, and the acute pneumothorax caused by the air poured into the chest made him unable to breathe at all. He saw with his blurry vision Dr. Will was standing next to the medical bed, with no expression on his scarred face, and his empty eyes seemed to be dug out with the emotions that humans should have.

Blood surged from the broken lungs and spilled out of the nasal cavity and mouth.

Dr. Will picked up a thick suture needle, and even without the naked eye providing vision, he was able to thread the needle accurately. He seemed to have gained some taboo inspiration and memory, which was knowledge he had never possessed before - this was not his knowledge, but he was completely unable to realize it - by intuition alone, without any medical knowledge, he could use tough thin threads to pass through the flesh of the limbs and spine, and handle the human body lying on the medical bed like a livestock.

When humans on the earth were still fighting each other with cold and sharp iron and wood, the Vikings of Scandinavia had invented an art--its punishment that could be called an art, which added a lot of creativity to this - it likes prey of fear, and exposing fear to others with similar tragedies is always something humans are good at, and it has always had an unparalleled sense of art that can perfectly combine fear with art. It is very satisfied with its works, whether it is Major D.J's state at this time or Dr. Will's heartfelt ecstasy, it shows its masterpiece - when Captain Miller rushed into the medical room, he almost vomited it out. He saw a large number of iron hooks piercing his limbs and flesh, hanging Major D.J's limbs open and hung above the medical bed. His body was dismantled by a scalpel and bone saw according to a certain law that humans could not detect, and the steaming blood was still dripping from the dispersed internal organs.

Miller was not afraid, he felt his anger burning like oil in his blood vessels.

This is Dr. Will, no, something in human skin playing with prey!

"Will! Will!" Captain Miller's low pressure voice, holding the repair nail gun in his hand, his falcon-like gaze swept the medical room. Finally, his eyes fell on Major D.J. "Sorry, my friend." He whispered, "Let you go down when I kill him. It won't be too long, I promise! I will make him pay the price!"

Miller had a gut feeling that he thought Will would go to the bridge center control room.

He could not explain this intuition, nor could Will's behavior pattern, just as the physicists he knew would never and were unable to do such cruel things. Press the switch, and the airtight door of the bridge slowly opened. At this time, the entire ship's electricity was extracted by the hyperspace engine, and all the lighting facilities in the bridge lost their function. The only light source in the bridge that was trapped in the dark was the pale star light scattered from the porthole, but the thin fire of civilization could not illuminate the heavy fear that was entrenched here. Not only that, the explosion seemed to make the ship begin to sink.

The most violent storm in the solar system born in the planet below produced continental shelf-scale thunderstorms. The violent thunder was transmitted into the hull through extremely thin gas, but the violent flash did not require medium and broke in through the porthole. Captain Miller held up the nail gun and walked in carefully, pointing the muzzle at any corner that might be hidden in humans. He was ready to pull the trigger at any time and let the sharp rivets pierce the human body. Before he could find Dr. Will, he kicked a soft thing. It was a human body, and the originally tight golden ponytail was spread on the ground like a dispersed golden tassel. Captain Miller immediately threw the nail gun and squatted down to check the situation of the first mate.

Fortunately, there is also breathing and heartbeat.

Miller observed around vigilantly, and then he tore off the pocket of his uniform's arm and took out a small plastic bottle from it. He broke the seal of the plastic bottle and placed it under Stark's nose. The latter woke up immediately. The first mate immediately began to struggle when he woke up. "It's okay, I'm here. I'll take you out of here." His voice calmed the first mate, who opened his eyes and breathed rapidly. He held the first mate and stood up barely.

At the same time, he reached out to touch the nail gun in the dark, but found nothing - he didn't want to waste time, so he immediately pulled the dizzy mate over and helped her to the exit of the central control room - before they could walk out, the captain's seat began to make a sound. The seat turned towards them, and a bloody, hunched body sat on the seat. With the faint light of the emergency light, he could see the man's face and the uniform he was wearing.

Miller immediately put the first mate down and hid her behind the center console. The thunderstorm illuminated Dr. Will's face, and the hollow eye sockets, the deep bone- visible wounds had dried up, and the inflammatory reaction began to swell. Miller had seen many corpses, but he had never seen such injuries on a living person. "My God." Captain Miller couldn't help but speak softly, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

“We are going to go without eyes, Miller.”

"What are you talking about?"

"The purpose of this ship is to explore the planet, but it is far beyond expectations. It tear a big hole in the universe and opens the door to another space." Dr. Will said in an empty tone, "A completely chaotic space, a completely evil space. It was just a spaceship before, but after it came back, it had life. It distorted the fragile space-time structure of the physical universe and showed me the ultimate. Captain Miller, can you feel its heartbeat? Look at how beautiful it is..."

"Your beautiful ship killed all crew members!"

"Now... there is a new crew again. Now it has us." Dr. Will licked his broken lips with his scarred tongue. Captain Miller only felt creepy. He felt that the crazy physicist in front of him was becoming more and more like a snake. To be precise, a snake penetrated into his body and replaced his spine, leaving him to sit in the captain's seat with a hunchback. Captain Miller saw Dr. Will press a few buttons, and he asked vigilantly, "What the hell are you doing?"

"You want to know where the ship has gone? You'll know right away."

First mate Stark suddenly rushed out, and the oxygen tank in his hand was holding hard at Willbo. The latter suddenly burst out with a reaction ability and strength that was not a normal human being - he sat in the captain's seat, grabbed First mate Stark's neck and raised her, and then threw it out - First mate Stark fainted when he hit the center console. But before Captain Miller rushed to the captain's seat, Dr. Will raised his nail gun and pulled the trigger. Captain Miller had to stop, and he had no doubt that Dr. Will, who had no vision, could hit him.

He raised his hand, bent down, ready to go.

"If you don't shoot me, you'll shoot through the cabin."

Dr. Will laughed. He faced Captain Miller, his bloody eyes as if he could see something, "How could I not shoot you?"

At this time something caught Dr. Will's attention. Captain Miller found two faint lights lit out of the porthole. The two lights floated in the cold void, and then gradually approached until they were stuck to the cross porthole of the bridge. On the dim bridge, these two lights from the outside were extremely conspicuous.

"I'm back! Look, I'm not dead! Open the door!"

Lieutenant Cooper's voice came from the center console. He lay on the porthole and looked in, and saw a man facing him sideways, with a nail gun muzzle facing the porthole. He didn't have time to think about how this happened, but he knew that the situation was not optimistic at all.

"damn it……"

He had no time to curse, and the rivet pushed by gunpowder and air was nailed to the porthole in front of him. The frozen air that surged from the hull seemed to hit his helmet with a heavy fist, pushing the unlucky guy out again. Captain Miller immediately rushed towards Dr. Will, who fired another shot, and the high-speed rivets pierced the cable, and a large cluster of electric sparks burst out - the next moment, the rivets nailed to the porthole were pushed out by the air pressure difference inside and outside the cabin, and the huge pressure caused the porthole to break into millions of fragments in an instant - Dr. Will shot at Captain Miller who was rushing to avoid in the bridge without hesitation, and didn't care what he shot. All the unfixed or unstable things in the bridge and passage were sucked in, and whether it was a coffee cup or a cable, they were thrown into space by that force.

Captain Miller rolled and grabbed anything that could be grabbed.

Dr. Will screamed and let go of the nail gun that could not be held, and even the captain's seat was grabbed by powerful forces and threw it towards the broken porthole. The roar of air and the sound of everything colliding into his eardrums, and the sound of whistling wind and metal deformation moans were everywhere. Dr. Will clamped the grid deck on the bridge with his fingernails, and the ship gave him the extraordinary strength that made his muscles and bones better than steel. Even so, the remnants of rationality shattered by the invincible thing told him that he could not win, but neither he nor it paid attention to it. They only saw the metal grid with fingers buckled, making a sour roar, and the finger bones, metacarpal bones and shoulders were pulled apart and shattered.

An oxygen tank in the passage was pulled out and hit the open air gate and center console, shattering half of Dr. Will's body. Captain Miller saw Dr. Will's twisted body screaming and throwing it into space, but he was also firmly grasped by this force. If it weren't for a cable from the passage that entangled him, he would have fallen into the boundless cold space like Dr. Will.

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The first mate Stark in the passage grabbed the cable and shouted at the captain.

The rapid surging air blew violently in the cabin. Stark shouted with all his might, but was worried that Captain Miller would not hear her voice. Fortunately, even though he was trying his best to survive, Captain Miller was still looking for her trace.

Miller quickly grabbed the cable and used all his strength to snatch the airlock. Since the automated pipe damage program was still running and there was insufficient power, the airlock that was closed rapidly was slowly closed at an extremely slow speed. Captain Miller took the lead and grabbed a bracket for placing debris to jamm the airlock. "Get my hand, Stark!" He grabbed the collar of the eldest mate holding the pillar with one hand, and grabbed the cable with the other. He stared at the airlock with both legs and dragged it back with all his strength.

, snatched her out of the shrinking airlock door - before the two of them said something to relieve the tension, the alarm sounded again - Captain Miller quickly made a judgment, it was the sound of the front airlock opening, which was the airlock that Justin walked out. Since the overwhelmed airlock lock had not been repaired, the only one that could invade the hull from the outside was the only airlock. He pulled up the first mate Stark and ran to the front airlock, and took out two nail guns from the maintenance tool cabinet.

"Is it still Will?"

"I don't want to take risks!" Miller lowered his head and loaded the ammunition, "fire when you feel something is wrong!"
Chapter completed!