After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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A loud bang was heard, but no major explosion occurred.

Only five illusory soldiers turned to dust and disappeared forever from the world, leaving only their long legs behind.

Spah let out a long breath, put away the charging gun, and conjured a flamethrower, which he used to roast the weak soldier's leg like a piece of meat.

In the baking room, he looked around, hoping to find Peipei's whereabouts, but found nothing.

It looks like that greedy dog ​​has eaten and drunk its fill and left.

Sigh! I have to use [Melancholy Blues] again... Luckily, I have a few empty legions here to replenish my resources.

Spall pondered for a moment, then grabbed a roasted pawn leg and stuffed it into his mouth. The thing was as hard as a steel helmet, but he ate it with relish.

Even while enjoying his food, he didn't forget to activate his abilities.

Spa closed his eyes, paused for two seconds, and then opened them again. Sure enough, he saw the little white dog munching on snacks, wagging its tail, and wandering around the warehouse.

This time, Spall learned his lesson. Instead of watching Pepe's movements, he slightly sped up the playback.

He saw Pepe walk toward the door on the right, and without thinking, he prepared to withdraw his power and chase after her outside.

However, the next second, Spa stopped in his tracks.

He noticed something odd about the marks on the ground and instinctively crouched down to examine them.

Chapter 7: Chickenpox Can Occur on Space Stations Too

Spall discovered that the floor was not as clean as he had imagined.

Dog paw prints covered the ground, clustered together like a child's scribbles. Strangely, the paw prints varied in depth.

It seems that although the space station has an automatic cleaning function, it cannot remove traces immediately.

Traces on the ground will gradually fade over time...

Spa pursed his lips, pondering to himself.

However, what concerned him was not the dog footprints. Spa noticed more bizarre footprints interspersed among Pepe's tracks.

Perhaps it shouldn't be called "footprints".

They were just grayish-white dots, like measles, imprinted one by one on the storage room floor, hidden around the dog's paw prints. If Spa hadn't been so observant, he wouldn't have been able to spot them at all.

Huh? That's strange~

Look at the size... footprints

It looks like a child's size, but a person's footsteps on the ground can't leave such deep marks!

The shape is also quite strange.

Its appearance is more like a wooden stick wrapped in cloth. Of course, it could also be that the space station has contracted chickenpox...

Spah was curious and wanted to stay and continue observing.

But then, remembering Peipei's situation, he disregarded the trembling in his heart, removed the "Melancholy Blues" tune, and strode forward.

However, the next second, Spah felt a jolt in his heart.

He saw that the round footprints on the ground not only hadn't disappeared, but their number had actually increased compared to the previous images.

What? The space station really has a measles outbreak?

Spah rolled his eyes.

But he wasn't an easily anxious person after all, so he didn't think too much about it, just noted down the strange phenomenon, and headed to the next cabin.

Upon entering, Spall knew the situation was urgent and wasted no time, immediately mobilizing the power of his destiny to activate [Melancholy Blues].

However, before activating his ability, he glanced at the ground and saw that the black ground was clean and there were no other traces.

Spall took a big bite of the flank leg, closed his eyes, and paused for two seconds. When he opened his eyes again, time had rewound to the past.

He saw Peipei sticking out her white bottom, hopping and skipping as she ran towards the department on the right.

Da-da! Da-da-da!

Spare's mind stirred slightly, and he stopped maintaining the release of his power. With a blink of his eyes, the replay ended, and the puppy disappeared.

White dots quietly appeared in my eyes.

Spah turned his head and saw the dots following him like a shadow, all the way from his heels to the corner of the wall behind him.

However, what puzzled him most was that although there were a series of footprints on the ground, there was no one behind him.

Is it...haunted?

That can't be... This is the Black Tower's territory, practically the most scientifically-minded place in the entire universe.

Spah's heart raced, pounding wildly.

Although he was easygoing, the current situation was so confusing that Spah couldn't help but tense up.

However, despite his tense state, Spa was not afraid and did not want to delay the rescue of the dog, so he quickened his pace and ran to the next room.

[Melancholy Blues] It opened and closed again. Spah grabbed the leg of the soldier and, like gnawing on sugarcane, put it into his mouth one piece at a time.

Not long after, having finished gnawing on the legs and feet, Spa still hadn't found Pepe. Fortunately, the white spot that had been following him finally disappeared.

Spare replayed the scene and saw Pepe running towards a door. Without thinking, he took off after him. Before he could even enter…

boom!

Click! Ping! Bang...

The sounds of fierce fighting rose like a tide; if you listened closely, you could hear nothing but the clanging of metal, and the weapons were quite heavy.

Spa walked into the room and saw a white-haired, brown-skinned boy raising a mechanical spear, creating a hurricane, and slamming it into the enemy's flank.

Bang!

The sound of impact rang out again, and sparks flew everywhere. The flailing iron hooves of the novice soldiers rammed into the gun barrel, but were violently deflected by the shrill blast of bullets.

Alan? He's much more capable than I imagined.

Spah saw seven phantom soldiers surrounding Alan, each exuding murderous intent and radiating destructive energy far exceeding that of the phantom soldiers inside the warehouse.

But Alan was completely fearless, focusing only on swinging his spear.

He moved nimbly left and right, wielding a weapon taller than a man, effortlessly forcing back the enemy pawns until they couldn't even raise their heads.

It seems I don't need to take action.

Spare pursed his lips, unwilling to waste any more time. Seeing Alan fighting with increasing vigor, he let out a long breath and started again.

He walked to a corner, squinted, and unleashed the [Melancholy Blues] technique.

Alan suddenly knelt down.

The white-haired young man, with his back hunched and head bowed, was flushed red, sweat dripping down his face.

Surprisingly, before the sweat could even touch the floor, purple lightning suddenly crackled from Alan's body. In an instant, heat surged, evaporating the sweat completely.

The next second, the lightning bolt receded.

Alan's lips opened and closed, his breathing becoming labored, and Zidian followed the rhythm of his breath, appearing from a distance like a leaky dry cell battery.

Spall caught a glimpse of a Phantom Striker charging toward Alan, raising its iron hooves, ready to crush Alan's head in a second.

"careful!"

Ignoring the matter of finding the dog, Spare flashed to Alan's side, raised his arms, and began to circulate protective energy.

when!

With a bell-like ringing, the trampler leaned back, cracks appearing on its body. The cracks spread, and the illusory soldier instantly turned to dust.

"call"

Spa took a deep breath and whistled.

Alan looked up at Spall's imposing figure, his heart clenching as he was overcome with shock.

Spa...?

I thought... he was just good-looking, I never expected him to be so strong!

That phantom unit was so difficult for me to hold off, but he just stacked up a counter-armor attack and wiped it out.

Alan muttered to himself, and it took him a while to remember that he was still on the battlefield. He quickly stood up to help Spa.

However, as he struggled to his feet, he saw Spare flick his gun with one hand, pull the trigger, and fire six beams of light.

boom! boom!

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Six explosions rang out in succession, and the once ferocious phantom soldiers were reduced to dust, leaving only their legs lying alone on the ground.

Everything changed suddenly. In an instant, Alan was dazed, his mind blank.

He even suspected that all his desperate efforts had ultimately amounted to nothing more than a meaningless joke.

No wonder... Miss thinks so highly of him!

Alan blinked, and it took him a while to come to his senses. He stepped forward, cupped his hands in a gesture of gratitude, and tried to express his thanks.

But before he could say anything, he saw Spa grab the pawn's leg, briefly roast it with a blowtorch, and stuff it into his mouth.

Smack smack...

Spam chewed with relish.

Alan, however, couldn't understand it. His eyes darted around as if he were looking at a monster, and his mind went blank for a moment.

However, while Spare was replenishing his energy, he was worried about Pepe's situation. Ignoring Alan's dazed state, he moved his lips and went straight to the point:

"Alan, have you met Pepe?"

"Huh? Pepe? I saw it heading towards the main control module an hour ago, what happened?"

Alan scratched his head, somewhat bewildered.

But he had taken care of Pepe for a long time, and upon hearing Spa's words, he was only in a daze for a moment before he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a metal plate.

The metal sheet is thin, silvery-white, and shiny, but otherwise unremarkable.

However, when Alan gently stroked its surface, a blue screen was projected and floated above the metal plate.

Alan watched the screen, tapping and pointing with his finger. Soon, a chart appeared on the screen.

In the chart, rows of data bars, some red and some blue, look like health and mana bars in a game from a distance.

"According to the health tracking device, Pepe is currently stable and there is no danger to her life."

Alan breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, a red light flashed on the screen. Then the red light flickered on and off, followed by a piercing alarm sound.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzzing...

In an instant, Alan's originally brown skin suddenly turned a bluish-green. Before he could say anything, he took off running.

But after running only a few steps, he stopped again.

“Mr. Spare, Pepe’s adrenaline is surging, and her life is in danger, but… I don’t know where it is…”

As he muttered to himself, Alan stomped his feet repeatedly, his pace growing increasingly urgent. Spa, however, remained unhurried, glancing at Alan's palm and a smirk playing on his lips:

"No rush! Thanks to you, I can now reach Peipei in three minutes."

As he spoke, Spah grabbed the metal plate with his left hand, while his right hand hovered in mid-air, his fingers twitching repeatedly.

A purple panel popped up.

Chapter 8 His strength is comparable to the Black Tower

Spall flicked his fingers.

Another virtual keyboard flew out from below the panel.

He licked his lips, his right hand strummed the keyboard, making a crisp clicking sound, while his left hand gripped a thin metal sheet.

The thin sheet of red light flickered more and more rapidly, and soon emitted a buzzing noise, while the red light slowed down.

Alan was rather slow to react; after seeing Spa's actions, he tilted his head and it took him three seconds to come to his senses.

Spare is... trying to hack into the metal sheet?