Fu Qinghai exhaled and came back to his senses.
The other party had seen him through the reflection of that piece of broken glass.
His position was then easy to determine: diagonally behind Fu Qinghai, in the direction Peibo had crawled from.
Fu Qinghai turned, facing that direction, took the stun rod from his back, held it in his hand, and slowly retreated.
Weighing his words, he asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"
The eye he saw in the glass reflection was undoubtedly a human eye.
Being a human, able to communicate, was better than encountering strange Warp creatures.
"Hmph," the rough voice scoffed, "Want to know? Come over and talk."
Fu Qinghai thought, then why don't you come over and talk to me?
Fu Qinghai slowly retreated in the direction away from the voice.
…Could it be, because you can't come over?
Confirming this suspicion, Fu Qinghai continued to retreat, backing behind the half-open hatch, making sure no reflection from any glass shard could see him.
He raised his voice and said, "This… uh, sir, I mean no harm, nor do I intend to offend. I am a law-abiding citizen of the Empire, a resident of Cheslatan, Colonial Planet No. 17-974. My name is Sidrick."
"I inadvertently passed by this place and presumptuously disturbed you… please don't mind."
"Kukuku…" The voice let out a hoarse, unpleasant laugh, "Inadvertently passed by this place and then conveniently took something from me back with you?"
"I just wanted to understand the situation, sir, understand the situation," Fu Qinghai loudly replied while moving into the hatch.
"There's an automated defensive autocannon in the corridor, one that's still operational. If you're not afraid, you can go a little further that way," the voice said lazily.
Hmm? Fu Qinghai faced the dark corridor behind the hatch, seeing nothing, so he gently twisted open the flashlight at the end of his stun rod.
A thin red light suddenly lit up deep in the dark corridor, instantly aiming at the flashlight in Fu Qinghai's hand.
Shit!
Fu Qinghai scrambled out of the hatch, looking very disheveled.
The red light extinguished with his movement.
"Kukuku…" The hoarse, unpleasant laughter rang out again, "Poor little mouse, scurrying about."
Although his movements were clumsy, Fu Qinghai did not lose his composure.
In the passage behind the hatch just now, what was illuminated for an instant by the flashlight, besides the beam of red light from the dark depths, were fresh, broken body parts in the corner of the corridor.
Fu Qinghai guessed that was probably what a human body looked like after being shattered by a large-caliber autocannon.
That person had been speaking all along, but he hadn't heard any footsteps, and the distance from which the voice came felt the same.
He clearly saw me first, but he couldn't come over.
He's trapped!
Having reached this conclusion, Fu Qinghai was no longer panicked. He slowly sat down on the ground, taking a breath.
The voice also fell silent.
Fu Qinghai casually picked up a piece of scrap metal and threw it into the pile of glass shards around the corner, making a "thwack" sound, first preventing the mysterious person from continuing to observe him through the glass reflection.
By analyzing the angle of reflection, Fu Qinghai roughly guessed the mysterious person's position.
The entire Warship was currently tilted; the original floor had become the wall, and the original wall had become the floor. To Fu Qinghai's left were collapsed bulkheads and steel gangways, a ruin filled with debris, and a half-open hatch.
To his right was a tall, wide door. Looking at the charred textiles and broken stained glass, it seemed to be a space like a small auditorium, much more spacious than the area to Fu Qinghai's left. However, since Peibo's corpse was facing away from that direction, Fu Qinghai had been afraid to go over there.
Just as Fu Qinghai was sitting on the ground thinking, "Sizzle," a cluster of electrical sparks flickered from the end of a thick cable in the corner, casting a pale light into the dim space.
Fu Qinghai looked down at the stun gun in his hand.
"Pop!" A bubble burst in the sea of thoughts from Iron Man's electronic soul.
There were electrical sparks, indicating that some of the Warship's power supply equipment was still operating… Fu Qinghai slowly unscrewed the flashlight at the end of the stun gun, then step by step disassembled the gun barrel's casing, revealing the battery and transformer components inside. The thoughts in his mind became clearer and clearer.
After removing the battery, Fu Qinghai manually modified the stun gun's circuit components. He then stood up and walked towards the thick cable that was flickering with electrical sparks. He wrapped both hands around its insulated outer skin and, with all his might, gave a pull. "Clang!" Accompanied by the sound of debris shifting, a long, thick black cable was pulled out of the wreckage by Fu Qinghai.
Fu Qinghai looked at the thick cable, which was as thick as an adult's arm at one end, and the metal stun spear, which was only as thick as an ordinary steel pipe, at the other.
Fu Qinghai, who didn't even have an elementary electrician's certificate, vaguely had an idea in his mind—he just felt he could connect the two.
While Fu Qinghai was fumbling with the cable, the rough, unpleasant voice remained silent, no longer verbally harassing Fu Qinghai.
Perhaps it was tired or found it uninteresting.
Fu Qinghai ignored him and continued to busy himself.
Fifteen minutes later.
Fu Qinghai laboriously dragged the cable, holding the stun spear at the cable's end, and with firm steps, moved towards the large door from which Peibo's corpse had crawled.
Fragmented information rolled in his mind: "Modified stun spear, external power supply. Based on the load capacity of the transformer and circuit board, the durability of this weapon: one use."
Preliminary judgment: it would burn out after one use.
Fu Qinghai extended the gun barrel around the corner!
The Warship was silent; there was no imagined storm of bullets.
Fu Qinghai poked his head forward and immediately pulled it back.
It was still silent; there was no imagined whoosh of a blade.
Finally, Fu Qinghai mustered his courage and lunged forward.
He saw clearly!
Not far ahead, a giant, burly man with a fleshy, oriental face was slumped on the ground, leaning against the gangway.
He was looking at Fu Qinghai with an expression as if he were looking at an idiot.
………