"The engines are attacking the exhaust port of the thruster-"

Toby, with blood on his face, struggled to stand up and howled in a trembling voice: "Boss, the ship is stalling. The damage to the weapon system has exceeded 80%. We

.We are not opponents of those guys.”

He subconsciously classified Zhao Yi as a pirate who was robbed. Except for the government forces of the two major forces, only pirates had a large number of pilots.

Being able to launch missiles twice in a row is definitely not an ordinary suicide attack aircraft. Moreover, only human pilots can do the superb driving technology close to the hull.

Piderson's arms were already bloody and bloody. The previous explosion threw him high from the main controller and fell heavily to the ground. If he hadn't been strong, he would have been seriously injured and dying. At this moment, he looked at the remains of the turret burning outside the porthole, and an uncontrollable anger suddenly erupted in his heart, and a trace of abnormal pale flashed across his face.

"Dogs, mixed species ruined me and everything about me," he murmured to himself, his expression on his face seemed to be crying, and it seemed to be laughing. In just a few seconds, Pidson's mind was swiftly passing through countless pictures buried in the past.

He originally thought he had forgotten the scenes of dealing with federal officials and the extremely dirty and nauseating darkness. At this moment, they were re-turned up like old books and clearly appeared.

It was definitely a nightmare. Piderson never wanted to, or contact those "things" with the top players.

The hundreds of millions of yuan of banknotes that were originally available were like birds with wings, flying further and further...

...

"Boss, what should we do?"

Toby was filled with a scream of horror, smashing all the chaos in Piderson's mind: "The hull is tilting, and the vents of the second and third engines have been damaged. We have completely lost power. What should we do? What should we do?"

Piderson's eyes emitted a cold and fierce light, and against the backdrop of the flashing flames outside the porthole, his face looked particularly ferocious. He stared at the black "Desert Fox" on the surveillance screen as if he wanted to deeply portray all the details on the surface of the hull in his mind.

After being silent for nearly ten seconds, he clenched his fists tightly, opened them slowly, and spit out two words from his mouth fiercely.

"Abandoned ship"

The world outside the bridge is still dark so dull that it is almost breathless.

The universe is originally this beauty. If everything becomes pure and flawless, is it still the universe?

Staring at the endless darkness outside the porthole, Zhao Yi was as calm as ever. He could not feel the excitement and happiness of victory. The most intense and impulse time had passed, and the rest was the dullness of returning to Ningding.

But no matter what, one thing is certain: Zhao Yi enjoys the battle very much. He likes this kind of thorns who wander on the edge of death, likes war, likes steel, explosion, passion, and the strong pleasure that bursts out from the deepest part of his brain after defeating opponents stronger than himself.

The surveillance radar keenly captured the flash of light flashes from the abdomen of the "Dalila". Against the background of the dense and dark universe, the white lifeboat was enough to become the most eye-catching thing at this time. Zhao Yi did not send fighter planes to chase the war between the Federation and the Pan-United Nations, and could no longer use justice or evil as the criterion for judgment. There were too many people who died for this, and it was a blessing to be able to leave alive on the battlefield.

Since they did not die in battle, it means that God has made a choice for me. What's more.

The purpose of i-sweeping is to make cargo in the cabin, not to kill people.

The "Desert Fox" appeared from the edge of the meteorite belt slowly docked next to the "Dalila". Six general-purpose iron and steel mechanical claws stretched over from different angles to tightly connect the two spacecraft and fix them. Due to the huge difference in volume, no matter from which angle, the former seems to be the vassal of the latter.

A polyester hose with a diameter of more than five meters extends out from the side of the "Desert Fox", like an octopus' tentacle, firmly adsorbing the hull of the "Dalila". With the unique sound of gas pouring in from the pipe, the two robots also operate the bench-type metal cutting machine, and use a high-energy heat-burning nozzle to cut a three-meter-square gap on the surface of the "Dalila".

Hundreds of armed robots entered the cabin in sequence along the passage. Although they could not make flexible movements like humans and their reaction speed seemed slow, they could play a more powerful role than electronic alerts in a narrow and closed space, especially when shooting in a fixed direction based on the terrain.

Half an hour later, Zhao Yi appeared in the absolutely safe area opened by the armed robot.

"I need a batch of ships at least, and I need the staff to help me count the goods."

Looking at the container neatly placed in the cargo hold, like a hill, Zhao Yi couldn't help but shake his head and subconsciously sigh.

It is indeed necessary to hire several crew members. A large number of unemployed people can be found in ports on any planet.

The main control room of the "Dalila" was in a mess, with scattered paper and various debris everywhere, stained with blood that had begun to turn black. Although the ship owner had fled, the central computer was still running, and warnings of damage to a certain part of the hull were heard from the electronic speakers.

Zhao Yi walked to the main control computer, separated his hands, and stood on the metal frame at the edge of the instrument, and looked at the data and images displayed on the screen carefully.

Piderson, who was busy escaping, had no time to destroy the information, and Toby, who was panicked, forgot to set a password for the computer at that time. With all the files remaining browsable, it is not difficult for Zhao Yi to find that there are actually fifty powerful plasma cannons in the cargo hold of this modified spacecraft.

This is a weapon that uses ji light to heat heavy hydrogen to a high temperature of one million degrees, making it into a plasma state, and uses electromagnetic thrust to wrap this ball of charged particles into a "spheric" and fire out to destroy the target. No conventional weapon can be compared with plasma cannons. Even the Earth Federation, which is more advanced in space technology, cannot ensure that large-caliber plasma cannons remain stable 100% stable. Therefore, how to ensure the stability of diffused particles has always been the most troubled issue for Pan-United Scientists, and it also leads to the fact that Pan-United Fleet with insufficient firepower is often the first to lose in the case of equal force tactical shooting.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yi couldn't help but stand up straight and look at the porthole on his right.

There, there is a Milky Way with stars shining.

That is Pan-United, a huge empire composed of dozens of immigrant planets.

The engine vent of the Dalila has been destroyed, and it only takes six hours to repair the robot to restore 80% of its power. Holding a certificate issued by the Ray Wheel Mercenary Guild can sell these goods in the shortest time on any planet of the Pan-United.

Fifty plasma cannons, priced at least 300 million to 500 million.

This is simply irresistible.

Ji movement and excitement burned Zhao Yi's brain like fire. He tried to keep himself restrained and tried to calm his heart with deep breaths. Countless banknotes were flying in the sky, and tons of gold phantoms flashed in his mind. Although he had just returned to the ground world for not long, he had already understood the meaning of "money" in the world. It was not only a symbol of wealth, but also a symbol of respect and envy.

The focus of flattery and other gazes.

Of course, there are women.

Zhao Yi felt that his mind was very confused. He pulled over an alloy folding chair and sat down, tilting his body, silently staring at the brilliant starlight in the distance that represented wealth within his fingertips.

After a long time, he finally stood up from the chair. With a consistent expression on his face, he took off the microcomputer on the belt on the back waist, skillfully entered a string of numbers on the keyboard, smiled at the female federal military telecommunication officer who appeared on the screen by the communication satellite, and said in a special charming voice: "Please help me pick up General Zhou Yiming's office."

Standing on the balcony and looking into the distance has always been Zhou Yiming's habit.

Even he himself couldn't tell what he wanted to see. In fact, there was no scenery there. Apart from the towering buildings in the residential area, the lights shooting from the ground into the sky, mixed with the noise of car horns and human voices, it was an endless wilderness. There was no dense forest, only wreckage and ruins that may never change since the old era.

The female secretary stood behind the general as usual, with her proud chest high and tall under the short skirt she had just covered, and the smooth black stockings and long tulips were stretched straight by the high heels. She didn't think this kind of dress was too much, nor did she have the idea of ​​"seducing the general" in other people's minds.

In fact, she is even more at ease with her boss than any man. It has been fifteen years since she first walked into this office. The long time is enough to happen too much. The communication between men and women is often more direct and appropriate in chuáng than in public.

But the fact is that nothing happened between a secretary and a general. Whether you believe it or not.

"A heavy transport ship carrying a capacity of 5 million tons haha! Have you confirmed it?"

Zhou Yiming did not turn around, but judging from his tone of speaking, he should be smiling.

"The Scar Laboratory and the SiGram Assessment Office both issued "A" Class Certificate, which is an armed merchant ship transformed from a transport ship. The firepower configuration is equivalent to the "Paris" Class Light Cruiser."

The secretary's voice is full of feminine charm, but it is extremely monotonous and cold.

"This kid is doing a good job"

Zhou Yiming slowly turned around, his expression on his face was peaceful and gentle. He walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, and said with some regret: "Calling a light patrol with a g31 drone...

He should become a captain or fleet commander. He has this trait, but he insists on being a si plunder and following the rules!

Let Gerald take a little care of his military merit transcription.”

"In addition, have you found out the specific source of those waiting for the Aizi gun?"

The general's expression changed very quickly. In the next second, the entire face had been occupied by ruthlessness, majesty and depth.

Although the female secretary was used to this rapid emotional switch, she subconsciously paused her feet and maintained her most stance, saying: "According to the report just sent by the Military Law Department, the person in charge was a lieutenant colonel in the C5 warehouse management area. Half an hour ago, the investigation team found his body in the office. According to forensic examination, the death time should not exceed an hour at most."

Zhou Yiming said coldly, stood there without moving, raised his head and silently stared at the dark wilderness swept by the strong wind in the distance.

"What else are they afraid to do? Strategic resources, special steel, technical drawings.

Even warships and equipment have become bargaining chips for their trading. Perhaps, the dispute between the Federation and the Pan-United Nations does not need to be resolved by war at all. We have lost. It is because of the guys' **, greed, and depravity."

"But we have no evidence."

The secretary couldn't help but worry when he saw that the old man's face was not very good.

“There are many things in this world that don’t require evidence———”

Zhou Yiming stared at the horizon like an eagle and said coldly: "They will regret everything they have done.

The secretary hesitated for a moment, walked a few steps forward, stood behind the general, and whispered in a obviously softened tone: "Your Excellency, if you want, I would like to invite you to dinner."

As she said this, her breathing became rapid.

Zhou Yiming did not answer. He looked at the fading sunset in the sky, sighed a long time, and said in a deep and plain tone: "Clarice, I said fifteen years ago that I am not worthy of your waste of time. You are very beautiful and excellent than other peers. No matter on any planet, there is a man who is more suitable for you than me."

A smile appeared on Clarice's iceberg-like face: "You should understand that women are usually stubborn in this regard." The general turned around and stared at the eyes that looked straight at him, full of expectation and desire, without saying anything, rubbed her shoulders, and walked slowly back to the office.

"You look very similar to your dad."

This is the first sentence Gerald said when he saw Zhao Yi.

Sitting in the reception room of the Mars Federation Military Port, Zhao Yi looked at the strong and burly general in front of him, and felt a little lost.

He bought another "Desert Fox" from Gruber at the fastest speed. When the Federal Army patrol fleet that received the news arrived at the scene, dozens of fighter planes with obvious signs of neutron gun destruction were floating around the "Dalila".

"Miracle" is Zhao Yi's biggest secret. What's more, covering up one's eyes and ears is not actually considered a lie.

"Have you met my father?"

Zhao Yi always has an indescribable closeness to those who have ever had an interaction with his parents. The trustworthy list issued by survivors also contain Gerald's name.

"At that time, he was my leader." Gerald kept smiling. But his smile looked too hideous, as if he was staring at the lion with a big mouth open.

"Okay! Let's talk about the serious business...

,…

The man wearing the major general's badge on his shoulders was obviously not good at speaking. He scratched his brown and yellow curly hair, turned on the documents placed on the desk, and said seriously: "First, we must determine two things first, first, your sibi license and mercenary proof are both true and valid. The computer has given the answer to this point. But next, I must get your personal confirmation whether the "Dalila" was captured by you?" Zhao Yi raised his head and looked at him in confusion.

“This is an essential procedure—”

Gerald smiled and patted his shoulders, afraid of him, and said, "You know, there is a despicable and shameless behavior in this world, called rewards for gaining rewards. Your personal confirmation is only part of the identification of whether the results of the battle are true. In order not to allow those cowards with red-eye disease to take advantage of the opportunity, you'd better admit what you did." Zhao Yi nodded muffledly.

"The next thing is about military achievements."

Gerald put his short and thick right thumb into his mouth, dipped his tongue in a stinky saliva, quickly turned over the other page of the document, lowered his head and said, "This is a modified heavy transport ship, its firepower configuration is equivalent to a light cruiser. Therefore, in this item, you can have two options: sink the cargo ship tonnage by five million. b: sink a light cruiser."

“What’s the difference?”

Zhao Yi was already used to Gerald's way of speaking and asked directly.

"Choose the former, when the tonnage of a cargo ship reaches 50 million, your mercenary qualification can be improved by one level. Choose the latter, just sink nine light cruisers, or other types of ships of the same level, and you will get a military rank upgrade."

Speaking of this, Gerald raised his head, grinned at Zhao Yi, and said with a thick smile: "If I remember correctly, you are now an in-service major of the Federal Army."

“Lou chooses a

"Are you sure?"

Zhao Yi nodded halfway.

Gerald did not waste time on this issue. He opened another page of the document without any comment and said: "Next, we will talk about the compensation and remittance of goods. According to the law, you must pay 15% of the plundered materials. I have deducted this part from the list of goods. Now, what I want to know is, what do you plan to deal with those fifty plasma cannons?"!

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