Suddenly, a soldier from the other star system wearing a deep orange uniform seemed to descend from the sky, his figure flashing and landing right in front of Fu Luo. Although Fu Luo's eyes had started to blur, her mind was tenacious and her reflexes were not slow. She would not stop struggling until her last breath, so she raised her gun to shoot.

However, the person moved extremely nimbly. As he landed, he lightly twisted his body using his ankles as an axis, avoiding the shot. He grabbed Fu Luo's wrist, and the bullet that had deviated from its trajectory knocked over an enemy soldier who was encircling them.

Fu Luo: "..."

What's going on?

The man in the deep orange uniform winked at her with his azure eyes, whistling happily while unhurriedly drawing a light machine gun from his lower back and spraying a barrage of fire.

After a group of people fell over, he took out a thumb-sized gadget from his pocket and grinned at Fu Luo, "Hey."

Fu Luo suddenly had a bad premonition.

The sound of metal hitting the ground stimulated her already dull nerves. Fu Luo's spine chilled, and she immediately followed her sixth sense, desperately lunging forward. There was a loud bang, as if the entire battleship had split open. Fu Luo, who had plugged her ears in time, felt the shock of the explosion jolt her wound. Before she could grimace, a sturdy arm wrapped around her waist.

To her utter disbelief, the man picked her up like a sack of potatoes with one hand, threw her over his shoulder, and walked away.

... It was only then that Fu Luo heard clearly, he was whistling the tune of "Little Swallow, Wearing Flowery Clothes".

Every spring comes here—he hummed the ancient Chinese folk nursery rhyme amid the dust and chaos, strutting through the security door that had been blown wide open.

Can I ask for a slightly more normal partner...

When Fu Luo was thrown into the small warship, she was basically in a semi-comatose state.

Along the way, during a sharp turn, she was flung from her seat by inertia and hit her head, the mild concussion jolting her awake.

"Oh," the whistle-loving blond man said in a tone as if he had forgotten to bring tissues when leaving the house in the morning, "sorry, I seemed to have forgotten to fasten your seat belt just now."

Fu Luo: "..."

Amid the small warship's frantic, rabbit-like maneuvers, she resignedly got up and used her uninjured hand to tightly grasp the handrail, mustering all her strength to fasten the seat belt.

Fu Luo swept her somewhat blurry vision over the comrade beside her, filled with doubts about whether she could return to Space Fortress alive.

The driver right in front of her was a very typical blond with blue eyes, but his Chinese was very fluent. Fu Luo observed him for a moment and a vague memory surfaced—when the Trojan Horse No. 1 Investigation Ship was on standby, she recalled catching a glimpse of a blond pilot, whose hair was so dazzling that she couldn't help but take an extra look.

At close range, she discovered that this person was far from being as young as his voice sounded. There were fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a narrow scar ran from his forehead to his temple. This thin, long scar seemed to disrupt the harmony of his features, giving his handsome face an indescribable eeriness.

"Hello, beautiful lady, I'm Yesi, also known as Shi Duowei in Chinese. I was one of the special envoys during last year's friendly exchange visit between the Chinese and European Space Forces."

Fu Luo heard it in a daze, "Shi Duowei?"

However, in such an S-level mission, although it was a joint operation of the international Allied Forces, would there be foreign allies on one of our country's warships?

"We have established a diffuse reflection network that can counter communication tracking. We are now out of the enemy ship. Please open your communicator to establish a connection now, beauty, and you will automatically be incorporated into the system."

Fu Luo re-established the connection as instructed. She stared at the exterior view screen in the small warship, where various small and medium-sized warships from the other star system poured out like a disturbed hornet's nest. The screen showed a terrifying hail of bullets. She muttered softly, "Is 'beauty' sarcasm?"

"All ladies are beautiful!" Mr. Shi weaved through the gunfire as if he was on drugs, changing his tune to "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star".

Okay, giving thanks to the gender field on the 32nd generation ID card - and for this guy probably being French.

Fu Luo: "When did you sneak in?"

"I've been nearby all along," Shi Duowei said. "When you sent a message to the General Staff Office, General Yang simultaneously shared your coordinates with all investigation ships, requesting our full cooperation in the rescue."

Fu Luo struggled to raise her head, "Wait, you've been nearby all along? They didn't discover you? In such a short time, how could you..."

Shi Duowei grinned, revealing a somewhat eerie smile.

"Little rookie, I've lived on warships for over eighty years. Is your dad eighty years old? The warship is me, I am the warship," he said. "Also, I specialize in stealing people."

Fu Luo had no way to judge what kind of "specialization" it was. In any case, she knew that she herself was probably not very specialized.

But over eighty years...

Is Mr. Shi really that old? He couldn't have been born on a warship, right?

Fu Luo didn't take his nonsense to heart. She moved and gasped as she pressed on her wound, changing the subject, "How's the front line?"

Shi Duowei's singing paused for a moment, and he shrugged indifferently, "Don't know."

Fu Luo: "Don't know?"

Shi Duowei: "I belong to the investigation forces, little beauty, not the same subspecies as those barrel-hugging barbarians - wow, missiles!"

Fu Luo: "Wha..."

A flash of strong light swept across the screen, and the small warship took a sharp dive, nearly brushing past them.

Shi Duowei howled, "Nice shot!"

The veins on Fu Luo's hand gripping the seat belt bulged.

Shi Duowei: "Ahahaha, beauty, now let's start chasing shadows together!"

... Wait a minute, buddy, "chasing shadows" doesn't seem to mean that.

The small warship was pushed to its top speed with no room for turning back, and the fuselage shook violently. Fu Luo's eyes were opened wide - this unreliable comrade's piloting skills were exquisite to the point of near perfection. She never knew anyone could fly a warship like this.

There were no turns he couldn't make, no large-angle rotations he didn't dare to attempt.

Fu Luo's palms were covered in cold sweat. If it were her, she wouldn't last even five minutes and would have been blown to pieces under such firepower long ago.

But superb piloting skills didn't mean this flamboyant European gentleman wasn't mentally ill.

As Fu Luo listened to him roaring like a gorilla, "Ah oh oh oh oh," a phrase suddenly popped into her mind - the sons and daughters of the European Union have many strange personalities!

At this point, Fu Luo knew she had no choice. She simply tightened her seat belt, leaned back in her seat and began to rest with her eyes closed.

Let life and death be destined, and wealth and honor be in heaven.

Shi Duowei, who had turned the warship into a flea, noticed her silence for a long time and couldn't help turning his head. He saw that the blood on Fu Luo's shoulder had already stained the seat back, and her face was visibly pale.

"Hey, hey, little beauty, wake up, wake up, if you faint here, it's easy to die."

Fu Luo didn't want to pay any attention to him at all.

"Really, your boss told me to bring you back at all costs. Although he didn't specify, I think the default attribute of 'bring back' should be 'alive'."

Fu Luo closed her eyes as a vein throbbed at her temple.

"Hey, I found something fun here, do you want to see it?" Shi Duowei chattered on, "Take a look, it's a big loss if you don't."

As he spoke, the body of the aircraft shook violently again, and Fu Luo was forced to open her eyes: "Again..."

Her voice suddenly stopped, and a terrible image popped up on the weapon mounting window of the small warship.

Yes, this small warship was an enemy vessel.

On the weapon mounting window, a neat and exquisite cylinder was flashing with a cold metallic luster.

Fu Luo wanted to sit up abruptly, but was pulled back by the seat belt she had tightened herself.

"No... what are you going to do?"

"How are your math scores?" Shi Duowei stared at the cylinder, his eyes glowing like those of a starving wolf that had just spotted a lamb.

"It seems to be just an experimental product. Hmm, let me see, the radius is only three range units. Do you think our top speed can reach escape velocity?" Shi Duowei licked his lips lightly, "Tsk, my physics is self-taught. It's really a bit of a stretch to ask an illiterate who hasn't been to school to calculate such a complex real-life situation."

Self... taught...

"Okay, we probably need to lose weight first - unload the solar panels, unload the buffers, unload two-thirds of the fuel."

In a flash, the small warship was dismantled on the spot by that guy, the buffers were hit by the pursuing missiles, and a large number of fragments, like a handful of vicious little knives, were instantly swept into the huge shock wave.

"Ready?" Shi Duowei asked and answered himself softly, "Ready, baby, let's have a nice grand slam!"

Fu Luo: "No..."

She only had time to spit out a word with difficulty, and Shi Duowei, the damn bastard, had already pulled the accelerator all the way down. The "slimmed down" small ship, like a dog with a prolapsed anus, really left an afterimage of "catching the wind and shadows". At the same time, this madman pressed that fatal button.

Fu Luo finally struggled out a hand from the seat belt and abruptly turned the exterior view system. The small cylinder that had almost shattered the Earth people's worldview on the front line earlier was launched for the second time that day. Although it was much smaller than the one before, the fear it brought was not diminished in the slightest.

She watched helplessly as it automatically disengaged in the air.

One section, two sections, three sections, four sections...

The screech in the communicator tortured Fu Luo to the point of life and death, and then the gravity alarm in the small airship began to roar at a frequency that could drive people crazy.

In such a chaotic symphony, Fu Luo's almost deaf ears still dutifully captured the passionate howl of the dead madman beside her: "In front of the big bridge, a group of ducks swam by--"

Fu Luo decided to be at odds with Peking duck from now on.

The huge gravitational wave affected the ship's artificial gravity, and the crushing sensation of the G-forces almost flattened her into her seat. She had the illusion that she was about to fall backwards and crash.

In this situation, as a wounded person who was both mentally and physically fragile, was it better to faint?

With this thought, Fu Luo finally fainted as she wished, so she didn't see the scene of a large number of small warships from the other star system being drawn into the invisible huge gravitational field behind her.

They were like being thrown into a space meat grinder alive, and none survived.

The speed of the small warship had been pushed to the extreme, and it almost got sucked in. Then a huge beam of light burst out, and the gravitational field began to decay.

"With this kind of escape velocity, you have the nerve to call it an artificial black hole?" At some point, Shi Duowei's cheerful singing stopped. He retracted his crazy smile, and as the ship flew at a mad speed, his blue eyes reflected the vastness of the universe.

At this moment, the blond man was like a bloody guillotine, exuding the desperate aura of a man drenched in blood.

He glanced at the young female soldier who had already lost consciousness, adjusted the angle of the small ship, flew more steadily, and then turned on the communicator.

"Zhao Youxuan," the blond man of unknown origin said word by word, "in this situation, you're still standing there and not taking advantage of the chaos? Are Yang Jinghe and Chen Zhong fools?"