ag64 is a huge planet, its size is three times larger than the Earth. This also means that in addition to Neominsk, there are other cities on its vast surface land, as well as uncountable industrial civilian settlements scattered between wilderness and mountains.

Even the most authoritative Central Intelligence Administration of the United States cannot produce the most accurate population data about industrial civilians—the relevant files left in the computer show that the latest census was 68 years ago. In addition to purchasing resources through major mining companies, the government actually has no interest in industrial civilians. These similar species abandoned by the civilized world are born and raised every year and may die due to various accidents at any time. "+1" or "-1" on paper has no meaning at all.

Whether the federation or the pan-union, they all adopted closed management for the current living conditions of industrial civilians. In addition to spacecraft, the ore planets in which industrial civilians live cannot be connected to the cosmic network. The two completely different rule of democracy and feudalism do not allow the living conditions of industrial civilians to be exposed to the public. Of course, occasionally, there are a few brave journalists who, driven by anger and strong sense of responsibility, want to use paper and pen as weapons to confront the powerful state regime. But these people usually have miserable consequences. Either they are missing or found in a remote and dark corner.

Mining companies are direct contact and targets of industrial civilians. However, under the strict monitoring of the state machinery, no one among them can disseminate information about industrial civilians. The government's control in this regard can be described as "cruelty" - besides death, it is exile.

Looking at the female civilians in front of him who were undergoing physical training in accordance with the teacher's requirements, Zhao Yi, who was calm in his face, couldn't help but feel an indescribable excitement in his heart.

They all belong to themselves.

Of course, if you only use gender as a way to distinguish them, your own...and "them".

These people are abandoned people in the civilized world. If you hire ten thousand people from the civilized world, the average annual salary and expenses will be an extremely huge amount. Here, in Novominsk, the price required to make these people absolutely obey is just a piece of gum bread worth a few cents.

I can get this seemingly desolate world.

No, to be precise, I'm owning them.

Feng Tantan, standing next to him, looked respectful. He expressed his feelings about seeing and being experiencing all this in the humblest tone.

"Your Excellency. You can be a king, or a president, or even... emperor if you want."

......

Darkness is the eternal foundation covering the universe. No matter where you are in any corner, as long as you are in the vast space, the first thing your naked eye can't see the darkness in the distant depths.

"I hate the universe. This is simply the dirtiest piece of shit pulled out of the devil's ass----"

Standing next to the spacious bridge porthole, Yu Jian groped on his body for cigarettes, while looking out the window with hatred, shook his head and murmured in a tone of sarcasm or helplessness.

He didn't like his work at all. As the captain of a large cargo ship, Yu Jian had to spend most of his time on sailing. There were no beautiful girls, no dance halls and d bars, and no hunting and fishing that men liked. He could only watch movies and TV videos for entertainment. Of course, sometimes Yu Jian would also gather with the crew to play cards. This small-scale gambling amount was not large. At most, only two or three thousand federal standard currency. It was just... the stimulation brought by winning or losing quickly lies in the disappearance of Jian. After all, for him, money was just a number. When there were few opportunities to log in, or he could not leave the transport ship, the meaning of the existence of banknotes was equivalent to waste paper.

Yu Jian just turned 34 this year. He never cared about his clothes. He almost always had an open blue sailor top. Although he had Asian yellow skin, his eyes were hazy and dark gray. But even the mixed-race genes could not change the normal physiological functions of human beings. His appearance looked much older than his actual age and his hair was almost bald.

He had to continue to serve on this civilian cargo ship called "Quick Leg" for 16 years before he could gain true freedom.

This is not his fault. In fact, from the day he was born, Yu Jian's fate was destined. In order to repay the various expenses his family had paid for his life, study, and growth, he had to board the "Quick Leg" cargo ship at the age of 20, first as the captain's assistant, and then be promoted to the full-time position. He had been serving for 30 years free of charge before he could officially retire at the age of 50.

As the captain, Yu Jian has the power to give orders in front of the crew. But he does not have the ability to control his own destiny. The contract with his family can never be violated, and it is even more impossible to be terminated. Those guys firmly control their identity and birth certificates, as well as property and commissions at the control of their property and commissions. The only thing Yu Jian can do is to fulfill his obligations honestly, become a conscientious captain, and endure silently until he is fifty years old, so that he can obtain true freedom.

His surname is Turnbull.

Yu Jian cursed this damn surname all the time. He had no love for his parents. Because... he was the product of the man who was drunk and/or/woman. The old bastard should have shot semen on the wall or rushed directly into the sewer. But Yu Jian was nurturing in the mother's body, and the woman who had never fulfilled her mother's responsibilities was too greedy and wanted to use the baby she had just given birth as a bargaining chip to blackmail a large amount of money from the Turnbull family... Yu Jian, who was in the cradle at the time of his infancy, had no idea what happened at that time. It was only after he grew up that he vaguely discovered from the mouths of others that his father shot his mother, and the dying woman suddenly burst out with unimaginable powerful force, pounced over like a madman, and bit off his father's genitals in one bite.

Yu Jian was full of hatred for these two people.

Although he is an outcast, he can only silently bear the fate arranged by others. According to federal law, the dependents must sign a contract with their guardians when they become adults, so as to pay sufficient compensation to the dependents for their work or monetary compensation. As a peripheral member who has family blood and can never be recognized by the family, Yu Jian is listed as a key training target. It is precisely because of this that he was able to serve as the captain of the "Quick Leg" cargo ship after adulthood.

The Turnbull family operates a wide range of businesses. They need some "trustworthy" people to help manage certain "special businesses" that cannot be placed on the surface. Peripheral members like Yu Jian who have their own blood are naturally the best choice. After all, no matter from any perspective, he has a little potential loyalty than foreign employers.

The universe outside the porthole is one of the most luxuriant waterways in the Earth Federation. It is located at the junction of three immigrant planets, and the number of cargo spacecraft coming and going every day is as many as hundreds of thousands. In addition to normal passenger flights, most of them are loaded with heavy cargo ships. They are like bees, tirelessly creating profits and wealth. They also witness the rise of human civilization from the darkness of the universe.

"Let the damn civilization go to hell----"

Yu Jian shook his head vigorously and subconsciously appeared in his mind. The words engraved on the monument to the Planet Shipping Center were completely eliminated. He spat at the ground with thick phlegm, turned his fierce gaze out the window, and silently stared at the gem-like flashing spots in the depths of the darkness.

They are distant planets, or burning gases. Although they are colorful, they cannot arouse Yu Jian's slight interest. All his attention is concentrated on the left side of the porthole at about forty-five degrees.

It was a black spacecraft. If length and volume were used simply as the measurement criteria, it should belong to the medium-lower category. The flat bow, the thick and thick hull, and the slow speed all indicate that this was a cargo ship.

About half an hour ago, it was following near the "Quick Leg". At that time, Yu Jian didn't think anything was wrong. This place belongs to the main channel area. There were hundreds of spacecraft encountered along the way. However, what's extremely strange is that since Yu Jian ordered the cabin to accelerate more than 20 minutes ago, the spacecraft still maintained the same speed as the "Quick Leg".

This is not normal.

Yu Jian frowned and stared at the ship. Although he felt a little strange, he did not consider the bad aspects. After all, it is within the jurisdiction of the administrative star domain and there is no trace of pirate activities at all.

He knew very well that although the goods carried on the "Quick Leg" were mainly cotton, they also secretly carried some "private goods" that could not be seen. Yu Jian himself didn't know what it was. He only knew that before departure, the faces of several family elders who walked out of the cargo hold of the spacecraft were full of solemnity and seriousness.

Could it be...the spaceship outside is the anti-smuggling ship of the Federal Police?

This idea just came to Yu Jian's mind, and he quickly extinguished it. The police could not track him down like a shadow. He knew too well the style of the guys wearing black uniforms and high above them. The federal space anti-smuggling police were actually very lazy. Once they were dispatched, they would usually not be less than the teams of three ships. It was definitely not like now, just a spaceship without any number or government logo painted.

Thinking of this, Yu Jian picked up the call device buckled on the wall next to him. He was about to call a few crew members from the lounge and ask with electronic signals what the black cargo ship that had been following him all the time.

The channel that each spacecraft travels must be calculated by computer. In a sense, the channel is equivalent to the railway in the ancient civilization era on Earth. Without permission or communication between the two spacecraft, it is actually very dangerous to maintain a distance of too close. Just like two cars driving side by side on the highway may collide due to factors such as slippage, direction deviation, etc. However, the moment when Yu Jian was about to press the call button with his thumb, he kept observing the spacecraft's eyes, but unexpectedly caught a drastic change that stunned him.

The black freighter faced the side of the hull of the "Quick Leg", and the deck was quickly folding, revealing five huge square holes. Under the lights of the ship's side, Yu Jian clearly saw that from the deepest part of the deep black holes, thick and round cannon tubes slowly stretched out. They were like the fangs of hungry beasts, flashing with a heart-pounding metal cold light.

Yu Jian felt his body trembling violently involuntarily. It was a large-caliber phase fluctuation cannon, a standard weapon for federal destroyers. That is, now, he finally understood why he felt extremely strange about this black spacecraft. Its hull was indeed similar to a cargo ship, but it still maintained some unique characteristics of the warship... It, it. It was simply a modified, undeniable standard destroyer.

"The nearest patrol fleet must be requested for support."

While this thought came out of his mind, dense beads of sweat also oozed out from Yu Jian's forehead. He pressed the button of the telephone tightly and roared at the crew on duty in the power chamber of the cabin hundreds of meters away: "The second and third energy chambers are immediately supercharged, and the engine and shield energy are fully turned on. Go forward at full speed at maximum horsepower. Now——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

The "Quick Leg" is a merchant ship. In the face of such a situation, this is the only way to deal with it.

At the same time, the black freighter had raised its muzzle, and the bottom of the thick and deep gun barrel could be faintly seen with a shiny white light. It was a sign that it was charging and ready to launch.

Yu Jian's face showed a hint of powerless pale. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the huge light balls that were rushing towards him with fear. At this moment, he suddenly felt a little chilled. Countless chaotic scenes flew around his mind. There were his parents who had been cursed countless times, the contract signed with the Turnbull family, and his longing for the future. His desire for humans after fifty years old... Whether dirty or beautiful, they were shining with a blazing white light that was stronger than the sun, burning in the raging fire, and together with his own body, they turned into ashes.

The exploded warhead tore the fragile armor outside the bridge. In the thick black smoke and hot flames, the hull of the "Quick Leg" began to tilt to the side. When six consecutive gravitational tracking missiles hit the power chamber directly, the entire freighter began to be detonated and broken in the violent strong light.

Liu Feng, wearing a light gray imitation of federal army uniform, stood by the bridge porthole. He crossed his hands in front of his chest and silently watched the "Quick Leg" shattered and disintegrated in the flames. His lips, which were tightly pursed like iron wire, slowly bent a faint smile.

This is a destroyer modified by "Miracle". On the corresponding battleship classification form, Zhao Yi named it "Thunder" class.

Although each piece of information provided by Xueyan was priced at as high as 2 million yuan, there was no slightest of fakes. It was precisely because of this that Liu Feng set up an ambush at this location and accidentally sank the "Quick Leg".

In order to ensure that the target is completely destroyed and no recycling value is no longer available, Liu Feng ordered the "Quick Leg" main gun to fire for six consecutive times, plus a total of twenty-one missiles launched in front and back... The combat cost has long exceeded the value of the merchant ship itself.

This is Zhao Yi's repeated requests and the purpose of this battle.

From the brainwashed industrial civilians, select objects with combat ship operation capabilities for special training. Use methods such as camouflage sneak attacks and plunder to quickly improve their experience in actual combat. It won’t take long to become qualified combat ship soldiers.

Similar to the modified warships under Liu Feng's jurisdiction, there are eleven hidden in other channels. Their purpose is only one - to destroy the opponent without any defense. As for the targets... they are all cargo spacecrafts with a variant "t" pattern, Turnbull family.

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Sitting on the milky white sofa, Salson was watching the coffee table on the right with interest. There were several magazines and coffee cups on it, and a tin doll about five centimeters high, holding both hands with "Don't Smoke" horizontally.

Located on the eleventh floor of Turnbull Building, it is also the core conference room of the family. A few doves fly over from outside the bright windows, but no one is interested in these cute little animals. They all sit around the room with their faces tense and remain silent.

Sitting on the central sofa was a short old man. He was wearing a loose blue-gray suit and a narrow tie with a silver clip. On the ring finger of his left hand, he wore a large sapphire ring. The side of the base was also engraved with a unique badge of the Turnbull family.

The old man was very thin, and his broad cheekbones seemed to want to break through his thin skin at any time. This made his eyes look deeper, but he couldn't feel kindness and gentleness, and only the trembling coldness.

He silently looked around the participants around him, took a black notebook from the wooden rack next to him, and slowly opened it. A distance of more than five meters, Salson could still see that there were strings of fine and complicated numbers on the paper.

"From the beginning of the month to now, we have lost a total of seven cargo spacecraft. Initial calculations, the loss amount has exceeded 3 billion. This is just the cost of connecting the cargo carried by the ship itself. If calculated based on the market value they should have generated, it will increase by four times on this basis, or even five times."
Chapter completed!