Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 407 The Predator Trapping Plan (6)

The place where the spaceship dumped its trash wasn't far from where Yan Zhen was. She ran with the main group and arrived in less than half an hour.

When she arrived, the spaceship, hovering a hundred meters in the air, had just opened its bottom hatch, and countless pieces of waste and debris poured down like hail.

A gust of wind carrying a stench and the smell of rust rushed towards Yan Zhen, making him dizzy and unable to help but bend over and dry heave twice.

The people and aliens around them, who were looking up to grab the trash, seemed used to it and swarmed forward before the trash even hit the ground.

Yan Zhen calmed herself down and wanted to rush forward like them, but when she saw the wreckage of a small aircraft falling from above and smashing the first person to rush forward into a pulp, with brains and blood splattering everywhere, she hesitated.

So cruel!

After a brief hesitation and stunned silence, Yan Zhen remembered Shen Rong, who was still at "home". Ignoring the stench and danger, he gritted his teeth and rushed into the garbage heap, frantically rummaging through it.

Only after digging through the trash did she realize why these people and the aliens were risking their lives to steal fresh garbage.

Expired medicine, half-finished nutritional supplements with more than half a box left, unpalatable canned meat, discarded military vests, two military boots, both for the left foot, and a watch whose dial no longer works.

Yan Zhen stuffed all these things into his backpack, making it bulge, but he wasn't greedy. He turned around, jumped off the pile of garbage, and left.

She had just run a short distance when a deafening explosion suddenly came from behind her, and a wave of heat swept over her.

Yan Zhen's heart tightened, and she suddenly lunged forward, curling up on the ground while clutching her head. The sharp, knife-like shockwave swept over her head, as if it were about to peel off a layer of her skin.

Only after the shockwave dissipated did Yan Zhen get up. When he looked back, the pile of garbage behind him had turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Countless limbs and fragments of debris were scattered all around, while overhead, the spaceship's hatch was open, and two soldiers dressed in the uniforms of some empire leaned against the hatch, smoking and chatting as they looked at the carnage below.

Their indifferent attitude was tinged with contempt, as if the bombs they dropped had killed not a group of humans and aliens, but insignificant fish in a pond.

……

Leaving the garbage dump, Yan Zhen returned to the abandoned spaceship and knocked on the hatch using the pre-arranged code with Shen Rong.

A moment later, the hatch was cautiously opened a crack. Shen Rong confirmed it was her before opening the door to let her in.

The cabin was pitch black. Yan Zhen walked in, threw his backpack on the ground, and lay down in the corner as if all his strength had left him, not wanting to move a single finger.

It took a full twelve hours from the time I went out to find supplies to the time I returned.

No matter how strong her willpower or how adaptable she was, she couldn't withstand the fact that the original owner's body was only nineteen years old.

Shen Rong pulled out a candle from somewhere and lit it, illuminating the cabin with a faint light.

Seeing how exhausted she was, covered in soot like a cat that had crawled into a furnace, Shen Rong frowned and asked, "Are you injured?"

Yan Zhen shook his head and pointed to the backpack, saying, "There's nutrient solution inside."

Shen Rong opened her backpack and took out the items one by one.

She seemed surprised, not expecting Yan Zhen to have such a fruitful trip.

Finding the nutrient solution, Shen Rong unscrewed a bottle and brought it to Yan Zhen's lips.

Yan Zhen took a sip and almost choked on the rough texture and indescribable taste of the starchy water.

This is absolutely awful!

She forced herself to take another sip, but found it too difficult to swallow, so she pushed Shen Rong's hand away: "You drink."

Shen Rong did not refuse and tilted her head back to drink the rest of the nutrient solution in one gulp.

After drinking the nutrient solution, Shen Rong took off her shirt, rolled up the hem of her vest and bit it in her mouth, and began to treat the wound on her abdomen with the medicine that Yan Zhen had brought back.

With the bullet still lodged in her abdomen, Shen Rong took out a pair of iron pliers from the cabin locker and heated them red-hot over a candle flame.

After it cooled down, he pried open the wound with one hand, took a pair of pliers with the other, and gritted his teeth to forcefully pull out the bullet.

Yan Zhen watched her operate the whole time. As soon as the magazine came out, she immediately took out the expired anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers.

He stuffed one pill into Shen Rong's mouth, who was covered in sweat, and crushed another into powder, sprinkling it on her wound. Then he tore off the hem of his T-shirt and used it to bandage her wound.

Exhausted after doing all this, the two blew out the candles and lay down on the cabin floor.

One was dozing with his eyes closed, while the other was panting heavily, waiting for the pain to subside.

In the darkness, Shen Rong's breathing gradually calmed down. After a long while, she suddenly said, "Thank you."

"We're both in the same boat, so don't be polite."

Shen Rong said, "I don't know your name yet."

"Jiang Ti," Yan Zhen asked, "are you a native of N613?"

"No."

Shen Rong recounted her experiences.

Her home planet was on a planet thirty light-years away from N613. That planet, named K743, was resource-poor and had a low level of civilization, but the native inhabitants were physically strong and were natural-born assassins.

K743 was invaded by an advanced civilization and became a colony. The parents, who had become slaves, died one after another. Young Shen Rong and her sister were sold into an assassin organization and trained to become bounty hunters.

Later, the assassin organization offended a high-ranking federal official and was wiped out by the military. She, her sister, and two other companions fled to an alien planet, taking on bounty missions while searching for a place to settle down.

Two years ago, they took on a job to kill for revenge, and it took them half their lives to complete it.

That order had a bounty of 3000 million Star Coins.

This money was enough for them to buy permanent residency on a planet with an advanced civilization, but the two partners had the idea of ​​keeping it all for themselves. They lied to her and her sister, saying that there was a commissioned mission on N613 and that they would retire after completing this mission.

The four of them arrived here in their spaceship, but she and her sister were drugged by their companions, rendered unconscious, and sold to Sister Mei.

The younger sister was forced to work as a prostitute and was humiliated by the customer. She accidentally killed the customer and was tortured to death by Sister Mei.

For more than a year, Shen Rong was injected with drugs by the guards every day, leaving her weak and delirious. She was in a daze most of the time and was repeatedly used as a tool for sexual gratification and sent to the beds of guests.

Every struggle and resistance brought her beatings and humiliation. She thought about suicide countless times, but she always held onto a grudge.

She cannot die. She must leave this place, kill the two men who betrayed her and her sister, and avenge herself and her sister.

Until I met Yan Zhen a dozen hours ago.

She knew this was her only chance to escape.

After listening, Yan Zhen remained silent for a long time before asking, "Do you have a way to leave N613?"

This planet is gradually collapsing and will completely disintegrate in three to five years at most. At that time, those who cannot leave will die.

After a long pause, Shen Rong finally said in a muffled voice, "No."

To leave this place, you either need money or connections.

This is precisely what she lacks.

After being trapped in the red-light district for a year and a half, she even lost her bounty hunter ID.