In the deep and quiet void, a spaceship filled with alloy garbage was flying from Kuimu 2 to Kuimu 8. There were not many people on the ship, and the thirty mecha masters responsible for protecting the spacecraft completely forgot their responsibilities and were having fun.

The most serious part on the ship is the cargo holder where death row prisoners are held. The cargo holder is at the bottom of the spacecraft and is very clean inside. Fifty-seven death row prisoners are neatly locked on two rows of benches.

It has been two hours since I left Kuimu 2, and the death row prisoners remain silent.

This silence was broken by someone's irritable roar. Then, he looked at the other companions, "Friend, is there nothing to say?"

No one responded in the cabin.

Someone obviously didn't want the cargo hold to be too deserted, "Hey, that guy wearing glasses, you can introduce yourself first. What should I see? Are there anyone else here who wears glasses? It's you, tell me!"

The glasses on the bridge of the nose have slipped off slightly and are placed in an uncomfortable position. How can we not drive people crazy?

Unfortunately, his hands were handcuffed and locked on a pillar. Fang Zhe could only imagine the scene of himself pushing his glasses in his mind to make him feel more comfortable.

"My name is Fang Zhe, and I come from Kuimu Star 2."

"What a shitty self-introduction? Age? Brain? All the crimes committed by you?"

"Hahaha!" There was finally a laugh in the cargo hold.

Fang Zhe also smiled at it, "At the age of twenty, he was 7 o'clock in the brain area, and he committed murder."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cargo hold suddenly became quiet and could be heard even if a needle fell to the ground.

After a few seconds, the other death row prisoners started to talk.

"What? I heard it right? The brain area is 7 o'clock?"

"Soldier at 7 o'clock in the brain area? What kind of troops are that?"

"How to kill people at 7 o'clock in the brain?"

"Use poison!"

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"I'm not a soldier, why must I be a soldier?" Fang Zhe murmured.

"Oh? Then what kind of profession are you?"

"I, I am a cartoonist." Fang Zhe mustered up great courage before he told his profession.

In fact, Fang Zhe had no money to go to college at all. He was just a third-rate cartoonist who relied on his own. If he had the fourth-rate level, he could even be considered a fourth-rate. He did not have a complete work. He was clever at portraying fighting scenes in characters and was still in the stage of hard training.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, looking at your thin body, I doubt whether you can live on the eight stars."

Hearing someone say this, Fang Zhe recalled the back of the old butler of Count Xiao's mansion leaving in prison and his contemptuous sneer.

"Hmph, even if you escape the death penalty with Feng Lie's compassion for you, you will not have any good results. You will spend one million light coins from my Xiao family, just to buy you a painful experience."

"What's scary about Kuimu 8? Moreover, the garbage disposal plant opened by Kada Company should not be very bad, right?" Fang Zhe said intimately.

Others no longer pay attention to Fang Zhe. They all open their minds and pour out their origins and depression.

It turns out that except Fang Zhe, the other death row prisoners were soldiers trained by the Empire. Some of them came from the Kuimu 1 star, and some from the Kuimu 3 star, and now they were sold to the Kada Waste Treatment Company by the military court. The Kada Waste Treatment Company was attracted by the brain area above 20 points, which means they will control the mecha on the Kuimu 8 star.

Fang Zhe envied these soldiers very much, and at the same time, he couldn't help but worry about his situation. "What job will I be assigned to when I go there?"

Happiness is always so similar, but tragedy is everywhere. Most people say that they are wronged, and each person is wronged in different ways. There are more than fifty people, and there are more than fifty versions of stories. Fang Zhe, who has long remembered tens of thousands of stories in his heart, listened with relish and was not bored.

Finally it was the last man, a tall and strong bald man, sitting at the end of the bench in the cargo hold. Although the clothes of the death row prisoner covered his body, the knotted lines could still be seen. The tattoos on his head and the iron rings hanging on his earlobes all showed that this person was extremely difficult to mess with.

Many people looked at him and wanted to hear his story.

He suddenly leaned over his body, looked at Fang Zhe on the other end with a full eye, and licked his fat lips.

Fang Zhe suddenly felt a chill in his body, and he always felt something was wrong in his heart. "When did I offend this person?"

"I, Barondi, the Blood Blade formation, nicknamed xyy, stabbed two colleagues to death at night. It was not the use of the crescent moon dagger, but the use of the little brother, you know."

Some people are very disdainful of Valonia, while others seem to have found good friends.

"Brain domain twenty-eight, speed 2.4, power 3."

The following words from Barondi shut up everyone in the cargo hold, and his strength far beyond ordinary people surprised them.

If the brain is below 30 points, the speed and strength usually fall between 1.5 and 2, and this Valondi is too powerful.

Fang Zhe couldn't help but sweat, "What a perverted guy. Although his brain is not the highest among the crowd, he is also at the top level. No wonder the military court retained this evil criminal. I was actually targeted by this person! What should I do?"

In the next journey, except for Barondi, everyone else left Fang Zhe in the corner.

Although the entire cargo hold got rid of silence and entered a period of chatting, Fang Zhe was not happy and felt even more disgusting than eating a fly.

Others are forming cliques, like looking for companions who can resist Barondi. For Fang Zhe, who has only 7 points in his brain, others selectively ignore it.

The spacecraft continued to move forward, and after three days, the Kuimu 8 star gradually magnified in sight.

During these three days, Fang Zhe tried to chat with others, but everyone ignored him. In the midst of suffering, his fate was about to uncover the next mystery.

The Kuimu 8 star is about the same size as the Kuimu 2 star that Fang Zhe lives in, but its atmosphere is only 300 meters high.

Three hours later, the garbage boat stopped at a height of 200 meters from Kuimu No. 8 and dumped the alloy garbage in a garbage dump at Kuimu 8 Star.

When the garbage was dumped, the spacecraft set sail again.

The door of the cargo hold was opened, and four miniature mechas transported a large number of items over.

A mecha master pressed the remote control and opened the handcuffs of all the death row prisoners.

"Quick, fast, hurry, bring a parachute and oxygen cylinder and prepare to jump."

There was a busy moment in the cargo hold, and everything was in order under the supervision of four miniature mechas.

Although Fang Zhe was not a soldier, he also received military training. After eased the pain in his wrist, he immediately put on a parachute and oxygen cylinder on his back.

Fifteen minutes later, the spacecraft stopped near a base.

Then, the spacecraft scattered fifty-seven death row prisoners into an area within a two-kilometer range like dumplings.

In order to gain the advantage, Fang Zhe strives to be the first to parachute. As soon as he jumped off the spacecraft, Fang Zhe felt a force stronger than that of Kuimu 2. In just twenty-three seconds, Fang Zhe landed on the ground.

The intelligent robot who had been waiting on the ground took Fang Zhe up, cut off the rope of the parachute, and then carried Fang Zhe to the base.

Boom, the pace of the intelligent robot is very light. Fang Zhe's body is not comparable to those soldiers. The pleasure of the intelligent mecha does not infect Fang Zhe, but makes Fang Zhe extremely uncomfortable.

Fang Zhe only felt as if it was just a second. Not long after, Fang Zhe was sent to a gate of the base by an intelligent robot.

In the gate is a platform with fences on all sides. Fifty-seven death row prisoners, no, fifty-seven prisoners who are about to serve the Kada garbage disposal company, are gradually concentrated on the platform.

The figure of Barondi appeared, and he took off his breathing mask and wanted to chase Fang Zhe.

"Ahem!"

The air on the 8th star of Kuimu temporarily failed the wish of Valonidi. The severely polluted atmosphere choked Valonidi's nose and tears. Valonidi immediately put on his mask again, and even the interest in chasing Fang Zhe disappeared.

The gates slowly closed, and the dust removal and sterilization machine began to operate. After the wind and rain, the base was officially opened to these 57 new employees.

The platform slowly moved to the base, and the newcomers could already see the warm scene of all the staff in the base lined up to welcome them.
Chapter completed!