Compared to a super biochemical transformation person, the Sherman Empire was evidently more terrifying.
On those swiftly advancing small boats.
Griss frowned as he looked at the cargo ship ahead, a feeling of tension rising within him.
He rarely felt nervous; the last time he did was on the battlefield of Zubin Star, facing the overwhelming Insect Swarm.
"Boss," a few team members behind him laughed and said, "they really hold us in high regard, letting us pave the way directly; why not just blow up this ship and be done with it?"
Griss replied, "They want data, and besides, no one knows if there are any survivors inside. Don’t complain recklessly. Each of our three brigades has dispatched its elite, which is relatively fair."
These men and women chuckled softly.
There were six people in the small boat in total.
Griss was a ’fully developed’ warrior, responsible for the duty of captain, observing the situation, and command in response.
Two muscular biochemical soldiers, equipped with super-strong defensive shields, were the two doors of the squad.
Two mechanical transformed soldiers equipped with mechanical limbs, each connected to remote fire control and detection devices, could conduct short-term small-scale fire suppression.
There was also an ordinary transformation soldier, of the same type as Griss, primarily responsible for communication and liaison, providing fire support, and driving the spaceship later.
The other two squads had similar configurations.
Griss glanced at his watch, and said, "Check the equipment, we will enter from the cargo ship’s mid-section hatch."
The six of them silently busied themselves.
The spaceship began to decelerate, and the six were slightly pulled forward by inertia.
The six activated their spacesuits, put on flight backpacks, and the spaceship’s side hatches opened. A total of eighteen elite special forces warriors left the three small boats, flying toward the cargo ship several kilometers ahead.
"Boss, there are faint life signals inside, only barely detectable at this distance."
"It could be in an emergency escape pod or a nutrient chamber."
He had already obtained more detailed detection data earlier; there were some horribly dead bodies inside, and life signals on the bridge.
It was precisely based on this detection data that the higher-ups decided to send them to explore.
The flight backpack lit up with a halo.
Griss held up a laser rifle, aiming at the hatch, as two biochemical transformation soldiers advanced first, one unfolding a Light Sword, piercing the hatch and slowly sliding.
Griss and the other two mechanical transformers simultaneously unlocked the firepower safety.
With a muffled thud, the hatch slowly slid open.
There was no outflow of air.
Simulated gravity was normal.
Inside the hatch was quiet and dark.
Griss’s Adam’s apple twitched a few times before he entered first with his gun drawn, caught by the simulated gravity. Two strong men unfolded their Light Swords, and a female mechanic at the back lit up a hovering sphere on her shoulder, illuminating this section of the compartment completely.
The horribly dead bodies in the compartment made the new mechanical transformer scream, immediately covering her mouth.
Griss didn’t have time to look at her, only warily scanning the surroundings.
Yang Ming had no way of knowing what was happening inside the compartment, he could only infer from afar, carefully sensing.
There was no trace of the Valkyrie for now.
Had she hidden inside the gas giant planet?
The environment inside was incredibly harsh.
Yang Ming whispered softly, "Does the Sherman Empire not like drone technology at all? Why not send a few drones to scout the way first?"
Lyu muttered, "They calculate costs."
"The cost of special forces isn’t cheap either!"
"Who knows," Lyu smacked his lips, "the Empire trusts in human strength more, maybe that’s why."
Yang Ming was about to laugh and tease a few words when a faint feeling of restlessness suddenly emerged within him.
That formidable enemy was nearby.