The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 486

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Chapter 486 Pitiful

Tyson took one step forward, his voice full of mockery “Oh, so you didn’t understand the situation back then? then what now? You understand what Nathahlel did to Clara, don’t you?”

Bukowski’s face turned bright red. “Nathaniel said he didn’t do it on purpose…”

Tyson cut him off immediately. “No. He did it on purpose. Me pretended he couldn’t run anymore, so Clara would go help him. Then he deliberately dragged her down and ran away by himself”

Tyson glanced coldly at Nathaniel, who had already shrunk back against the tree roots with a pale face

“He’s done this more than once.” Tyson looked back at Bukowski. “Captain Mitchell, according to squad rules, betraying a teammate costs one arm. He betrayed two people, so he should lose both arms. You’re the captain. Are you going to do it yourself,

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Nathaniel suddenly looked up.

His voice cracked from fear. “Bukowski! Don’t listen to his nonsense! I didn’t betray him! That was an accident! Clara’s case was an accident too! I didn’t mean it!”

Bukowski gritted his teeth.

“Tyson, can’t we discuss this again? Nathaniel’s still young and immature..”

Tyson’s expression darkened instantly. “He’s still young? If I remember right, he’s two years older than Clara. Maybe the first time could be called immaturity. But what about the second time? The third time?”

He stared directly into Bukowski’s eyes. “Captain Mitchell, if you protect him today, tomorrow he’ll get another teammate killed.”

Nathaniel’s legs completely gave out.

Supporting himself against the tree trunk, he begged with a trembling voice. “Bukowski, I didn’t betray them! Save me! You have to save me! You promised my sister you’d take care of me…”

Looking at Nathaniel’s pale face, Bukowski suddenly remembered his wife dying. In the end, he made his choice. He lifted his head and said stiffly, “Tyson, this is Black Panther Squad’s internal business. Outsiders have no right to interfere. I’ll take him back and punish him according to squad rules…”

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“According to squad rules?” Tyson repeated the words mockingly. “You’ll say that in front of me, then go back and lock him up for three days while making him write a self-criticism report? Captain Mitchell, do you think I don’t know you’d do exactly that?”

Bukowski’s face flushed with anger.

“Tyson, don’t push this too far…”

Before he could finish speaking, Tyson moved.

In one step, he appeared in front of Nathaniel.

He grabbed Nathaniel’s left arm with his right hand and twisted hard.

Crack! The sharp sound echoed clearly through the silent jungle.

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Chapter 486 Pitiful

Nathaniel didn’t even have time to scream before his whole body collapsed.

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He stared blankly at the arm twisted into an unflatural angle, all color draining from bis face. Then came a bloodcurdling scream

“Ah!”

Bukowski’s expression changed/instantly.

He swung his energy sword directly at Tyson.

But Tyson didn’t dodge. He didn’t even move,

Because another figure moved even faster.

At some point, Desmond had already stepped beside Tyson. A military combat knife blocked Bukowski’s energy sword with a shower of sparks.

Melton circled around from the other side and pointed an energy gun directly at Bukowski’s forehead.

The others immediately stepped in front of Elizabeth while aiming their rifles steadily at the rest of Black Panther Squad.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth slowly walked out from the back. She stood beside Tyson with both hands casually in her pockets, smiling at Bukowski.

“Captain Mitchell,” she said pleasantly, “please think carefully before making a move.”

Bukowski’s sword froze in midair.

He looked at Desmond’s knife, firmly blocking his blade, then at the gun aimed between his eyebrows, and finally at Elizabeth’s smiling face and the group behind her staring at him coldly.

Meanwhile, not one of his own teammates dared to move.

Felix lowered his head. Olivia continued holding Clara protectively. The other squad members stood there awkwardly.

None of them wanted to fight Tyson. And none of them wanted to protect Nathaniel either.

Nathaniel collapsed on the ground, clutching his broken arm, trembling from pain while still crying desperately.

“Bukowski, save me…”

Finally, Bukowski slowly lowered his sword. His expression looked terrible. His entire body radiated anger and humiliation, like he was barely suppressing an explosion inside himself.

Elizabeth watched him with satisfaction and nodded. Then she stepped back and gave Tyson space again.

Tyson looked expressionlessly at Nathaniel lying on the ground.

His voice was soft, as though discussing something completely unimportant. “This arm pays for what you owed me.”

Then he turned his head toward Clara. “The other arm belongs to Clara.”

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