Donovan was isolated alone because he had a close contact with a Chaos worshiper. Of course, he himself didn't know what that thing was. When he rushed out, the man opposite him was like a blooming flower, turning over from the inside to the outside, his internal organs and bones were exposed to the air.

If Donovan gave him one more second to prepare, he would definitely not have the courage to pounce on such a thing, but the artificial gravity on the immigration ship helped him complete the rest.

"Name." Yang Yuefan sat opposite Donovan himself. In less than an hour, he completely recovered his health. On the one hand, the human technology crystallization is indeed powerful, and on the other hand, his level of psychic users have basically bid farewell to health problems.

He will definitely die in the future, but he will never have the chance to die of illness.

"John Connor, Wisconsinian, thirty-five..." Donovan answered according to the information he prepared, and was interrupted.

"What do I ask? What do you say? Don't talk too much if I don't ask." Yang Yuefan made a lock through the glass of the isolation door, and Donovan suddenly lost his voice.

"John Connor, a Wisconsinian, thirty-five years old, first-class freeman, senior maintenance engineer." Yang Yuefan looked at the information on his personal terminal and said, "I will only ask you one question, John Connor, what is the critical temperature of the engine, the Tesla III, the electromagnetic tank produced by your American Empire?"

Donovan was stunned. He spent hundreds of millions to prepare for this seamless identity, but he was indeed a semi-illiterate with only a middle school degree. Not to mention the critical temperature of the tank engine, he didn't even understand what an electromagnetic tank was.

"Stop pretending, I'll give you another chance to tell you your true identity. If I think you are lying, I will kill you directly." Yang Yuefan said with a cold face: "I won't pursue you if you have any trouble on the earth, it won't be my control. I'm not a policeman, so I don't have any moral concerns. If you kill you, you will definitely kill you."

"Donovan Prio, a drug lord." Donovan said his true identity frankly. He saw a familiar aura in the new Chinese. The American agent who took his money to arrange his identity was also in this way.

"I'll just ask, is this something related to chaos?" Donovan leaned against the seat and asked weakly: "I've heard this word, and I left the earth just to escape it."

"Tell me your story, details are very important." Yang Yuefan sighed. It would be better if the five major hooligans each had their own anti-chaotic organization. Those small countries were much worse in this regard. He was used to this unexpected gain that popped up from the corner.

In the corner on the other side of the immigration ship, a crew member who passed the DNA test was locked in her cabin. She came from an island country in Southeast Asia. She didn't know the concept of chaos before signing up for the immigration fleet, but chaos soon entangled her like a shadow.

"When the right time, draw this pattern on a mirror or glass, and your family can save their lives." She still remembers the appearance of the sacrificer wearing a black mask standing at the door of her dormitory.

The guards outside the door were like blind people and didn't notice the situation here at all.

She originally thought it was a clumsy scam, but the pattern took root and sprouted in her mind like life, and continued to grow.

Until today, when the Xinxin Chinese stood there and used magic-like means to deal with the betrayer, she realized that the last time had come.

She bit her fingers with her teeth as if she was possessed, and stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, drawing the pattern that had tortured herself for more than a year with blood. As the pattern became more and more complete, a relief smile appeared on her face.

Her eyes were blurred, her expression was a little obsessed, and the blood in her body was boiling. This feeling made her float in ecstasy. The small wound on her fingers seemed to be unable to heal, and blood kept flowing out of the wound.

The patterns on the mirror surface are like life, constantly changing their shape, sometimes turning into women, sometimes turning into men, and most of the time they are inhuman.

She felt like she was dying. She seemed to see her family standing not far in front of her, waving to her. She tried hard to open her eyes to try to see clearly.

As a result, she saw three monsters that were not human-shaped, and could only vaguely identify that they were her parents and sisters. They were wavering to themselves with their claws: "No, this shouldn't be the case!"

But the monster did not be polite to her, and slashed her head with one claw, then stepped over the mirror one by one, and came to reality from the illusory space.

The blood connection between relatives allows Chaos worshippers to position more accurately. Perhaps several monsters in the special office can freely cross the vast void between the earth and the immigrant ship without any distance, but those Chaos worshippers who are fighting can only use more inferior means to accomplish such things.

Yang Yuefan frowned and issued an order to Nangong Yujun. This was the third emergency within three hours after quarantine. He did not expect that so many people related to chaos were hidden on his ship.

If no one on earth helps them cover it, it is impossible to mix sand like this. The crew of this ship is all subject to the relevant departments. In other words, in addition to special offices, there are also traitors within the relevant departments.

But none of these matters anymore, Yang Yuefan could only trust his colleagues.

Nangong Yujun and three security personnel were wearing full-covered armor, armed with their teeth blocked at the door of a cabin: "No matter what I see later, do I understand when I say I will open the fire immediately? Don't hesitate!"

"I understand!" The security officer nodded. When he first handled a similar incident two hours ago, one of them hesitated for a few seconds and was shot and killed by Charlieson on the spot. The remaining security officers are now tense.

Nangong Yujun did not borrow tools, and directly kicked the cabin door with his own strength, then opened fire directly. The scorching flames enveloped the entire cabin. Three monsters covered in fire staggered out of the bathroom, and fell to the ground and twitched before they even got to the door.

As long as they are also made up of protein, they have to follow the rules of this world. Nangong Yujun is extremely grateful for this rule. He really doesn't want to fight with these strange monsters like in the game.
Chapter completed!