I felt a sharp headache, and the back of my head felt like a heavy pebble, but at least thankfully, it was still rattling on my neck. I found that the blood on my right hand came from my nostrils, where the blood had scabed, but the dark-brown blood spots on the beach also warned me that I should have shed a lot of blood, roughly estimated to be no less than a thousand milliliters. Oh my God, a thousand milliliters!
I took a Russian hemostatic agent with the letter R from my tactical bag, pulled out the lid with my front teeth, took off a white fiber spacesuit from a factory in Fujian with a bright red flag printed on it, and quickly inserted the needle into the vein tube of my left arm. This potion we call it a combat bonus potion because it has a Russian style, is simple and crude, and is straightforward and effective.
However, this series of simple actions seemed to use up all the strength in me. My left outer thigh muscles bulged and it was a little hard to stand up. The left lobe of the lung seems to have a dark wound, because coughing and swallowing are somewhat painful and laborious.
I found out that before the landing module hit the ground, no, I mean, this thing had a seizure of my long-lost epilepsy after entering the atmosphere of the planet that Dr. Olivia called BG19. Although it has lost consciousness before, people with this problem will always find traces of its seizures.
Speaking of this problem, I haven't had a seizure in ten years, and I haven't had another seizure since taking Dr. Zhang's new drug at Union Hospital. Therefore, the trigger for this attack should be extremely powerful and unexpected. I thought that the trigger must have been the violent tremors and noises after entering the atmosphere, and it must have been, and the tremors of the landing module had once frightened and confused me, until my sanity began to lose control...
This is the mysterious BG19, which, according to American space doctor Olivia, is a habitable planet located on Europa, fifteen light-years from Jupiter. It's really livable enough, at least the oxygen that can breathe normally and the beach in front of you. Go to his X beach! What I need most at this time is Olivia, I want to find her, she is the most critical at the moment.
As far as the eye can see, fragments and parts of the landing module are scattered on the beach, and the black sea is floating on the red and white half-cut landing module.
I limped to every piece of the beach that could slightly hide the remains of an alloy that could hide life on Earth, hoping to find my other three companions, an American female Doctor, a Turkish special forces soldier and a talented Russian wrestler.
On the beach I found a torn arm with a Rolex gold watch, and the strong body of Mr. Varov, who was sitting in a cabin chair and had not even had time to pull off the oxygen mask, with his seat belt tied. He was a talented Sambo player who won five Olympic titles in a row, you read that right, five times.
At this time, Mr. Varov, who had lost his left arm, was being firmly hung by the X-shaped seat belt on the chair of the half-cut landing module, and the bald head caused by the dislocation was almost pulled into the crotch of his pants, and the tube of the oxygen mask was circling around like a dead man's intestines on his chest.
I tried to push him twice, but it didn't make any sense. I caught a glimpse of the oxygen mask almost filled with coagulated plasma, and a little more would surely spill out. So I felt a pang of dryness and soreness in my eyes, and the smell was really Russian enough.
The ripped parachute not far from Varov, crackled by the sea breeze, looking ridiculously tragic. So I looked at the half-cut landing module on the surface of the sea, and maybe that half-cut was hope. No matter how bad the situation is, we must not lose hope and sanity, which is what we must learn to enter this industry.
In that half-compartment was Habib, a Turkish machete special soldier who was tied up like a fly in a spider's web, bound by seat belts and various wires. His body was intact, his spacesuit and oxygen mask were unscathed, and even his isolation helmet was tightly worn. But the sea water entered the oxygen mask along the tube, and his limbs were restricted again, to put it bluntly, he was choked to death by the sea water. It's really dead, and I've confirmed it several times.
Now, only Olivia, the blonde beauty remained. She was neither in the sea nor on land, she was a beautiful dream, and I mean a real dream, a dream that would enchant any man. Maybe it's a little out of place to say this now, but he was really like a dream, just like a dream, just out of thin air, right under my nose. How torturous this must be! No, I have to find her, I have to try to find, look for dreams.
I swam back ashore to dry my air suit. The suits are quick-drying, but the rays of the sun on this strange planet are a little weird, and I mean you have the special feeling of being at the poles of the earth. The sky is also green, can you believe it? The green sky accompanies the pale earth, but this paleness is not because of snow, but really a kind of white earth and rocks, and pebbles.
The peaks in the distance are all white. The land on this planet seems to have no other color except white, and the terrible pale color seems to tell its barrenness and bleakness. Maybe there really is nothing on this side, nothing on it? I do not believe that I have come for humanity, for all life on earth that has been destroyed by selfishness, and that my mission does not allow me to simply concede defeat.
The black water can reflect the green sky. It's a bit bizarre, like a yellow man suddenly meeting a Pashtun with turquoise eyes, which is astonishing and curious.
But it is not enough to be stunned and curious, curiosity may kill me, I must find Olivia as soon as possible, I want to see people, and I want to see corpses.
Behind the beach are gradually rising white rocky peaks that stretch infinitely on both sides as far as the beach can be seen. This boundless pale rock clings to a black sea, I guess so. And there seems to be less hope on the low peak behind him. Behind the low peak there were towering shadows like peaks or something, something with outlines, but that looked far away. Olivia just had wings on her wings and couldn't fly that far in a moment and a half.
Where should I go to find my dreams? Dare to ask where the road is? A strange thought urged me to look at the electronic device on my right wrist. It is called a wrist-type virtual server, which can communicate, locate, measure, or view earth time, etc., and the limits of human technology can be used on it.
In the middle, a relatively large set of virtual images shows February 15, 2092 Earth time, and the number flashing in the upper right corner is the current Earth time, 10:20 a.m.
Co-ordinated us from the mothership and flew for only an hour? It's getting dark in the morning here? Anyway, I'll look at Olivia's location first. Olivia was not in my device, no positioning, no communication, no communication. Is her virtual server broken? She was shielded from interference from other civilizations? Lord, bless her to be alive, maybe the Lord doesn't even exist here... Shut up!
Just as I was talking to myself, I saw that channel twenty-eight on the virtual server had a call prompt, and thankfully, it was sent from the mothership Hope, because channel twenty-eight represented Hope.
I immediately cut the channel to twenty-eight, and intermittent audio came from the virtual speaker, "Dandelion... Nourishing... Team nourishment... Dandelion advance team... Nourishing... Call..."
"I'm Dandelion Number Two, I'm Number Two Jiang Jun, can you hear me?" We've arrived, but..."
"Nourishing... Oh, my God...... Nourishing... It's true...... Nourishing... How about over there? ...... Nourishing... Beep..."
"Hey! Are you still here? Hope, are you still here? I'm a dandelion, I'm... Damn it! ”
The last bit of hope was disturbed by something damned, and communication with Hope was interrupted, and I was so disappointed that I almost cried. Next, I cut the channel back to Thirty-Six again, which is the channel of the Dandelion Advance Team. I hope that Olivia's dream will bring a little comfort from despair, but there is no dream, no hope, only the sound of the wind and the horror.
Innocently darkened, the time of this planet is really his X gold. I was a little worried about Olivia, really, not all because she was a dreamer, but because we, no, it should be me, yes, I was worried about whether I was the only one left. Like a fool, so alone and sent to such a strange place, becoming the prey of an alien bastard?
No, I am by no means a prey, at least not a qualified prey to be slaughtered. Before you eat me, think about whether you will break down one of your good teeth. If I can bite you before I die, I will never skimp on my mouth, so that you know what an earthling is and what a human being is.
Thinking of this, I pulled the one-handed laser gun from my right crotch and tried to shoot two shots at the low peak. It was intact and the marksmanship was accurate. I hoped it would come in handy, so I was satisfied with the holster.
The weapon was able to restore self-confidence and composure, and at the moment my self-confidence was indeed recovering, but a short strange sound interrupted my thoughts. "Quack" like a duck's cry came from the right side. It didn't matter if I didn't look at it, I was shocked to see it, and the sight in front of me made my hair stand up like a needle on the back of my neck.
A huge monkey was using its bird's forelimbs to tease Varov's severed limbs. Its tail was more than two meters long and its back was facing me, but strangely enough, this monkey had no hair, but had lizard-like green skin. It didn't care about my presence, and maybe it didn't feel my danger, after all, it hadn't seen much, only the smell of blood was attractive.
I let out a roar, and the thing listened slightly with its low, forward-leaning neck, then turned its head toward me. It had the face of a dog, the kind of dog face of a German police dog. The only difference was that it had a pair of pitch-black pupils, not the terrible two black hole-like pupils of the whites of the eyes.
To be honest it's curious. It looked at me with great curiosity, and its head was so crooked, like an innocent little girl, and the pair of black hole eyes were so blinking.
Before it could react, or maybe it didn't react at all, I fired a shot at the black hole to its right with lightning speed. The shot pierced its head directly. With a roar and a dull fall, the thing fell heavily to the ground. There was a large pool of thick green blood flowing on the ground like jam, but the air was filled with a real smell of blood, I mean the kind of bloody smell that exists on Earth.
Maybe I'm going to say something sorry to apologize, but I don't want to take the risk, especially not to risk losing my life at any time in such a strange place. I had to live to find the dream and let the story go on.