Kolev looked at the projection screen where Yang Ming had written the Sherman Imperial language, and his brows wrinkled slightly, then gradually relaxed.
"It seems very feasible," the old man said.
Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and laughed.
Kolev quickly frowned and said: "But I need to pay a bill of at least several million for this."
"Are you short of money?" Yang Ming hooked Kolev's neck.
"No shortage."
"Then can you live forever?" Yang Ming asked again.
Kolev snorted: "How is that possible! I can only live for another ten or twenty years at most, and there is no way I can reach the average life span of 120 years that those noble gentlemen have worked hard to raise. I have too many hidden wounds on my body.
, in order to heal the injury, the cells were accelerated several times, and the telomere wear was too serious."
"Then what's the use of keeping your money? Will you still feel happy after death?" Yang Ming's eyes were full of compassion.
Kolev was stunned when he was asked, still struggling.
Yang Ming said sternly: "Kolev, your money is just with you in another form. It has become part of your assets. Besides, when you take back those six pirate ships, you can sell off one or two. After all,
Then you won't have that many crews to fly them."
"Oh, this..."
Kolev looked at the projection screen and fell into thought.
Yes, Yang Ming's idea is great. Although this plan is risky, it is indeed more reliable and more executable than his previous plan.
"Hanton," Kolev made a decision.
"Um?"
"After meeting you, my wealth continues to shrink. I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune."
Kolev shook his head and sighed:
"Give me some time to prepare. The most critical things are a small spaceship with strong stealth performance and an expensive bionic robot. These are not easy to obtain."
"Do you want to take Mimi Li over to do this vote together?" Yang Ming tried to suggest.
"This is a man's war," Kolev said. "Let women and children hide first."
"You will be criticized for doing this, Kolev."
"I'm a pirate! A pirate!"
Kolev walked to his lounge angrily:
"The Star Patrol will shoot me before the feminists have a chance to question me! I haven't even gotten my pirate crew back and I'm already bleeding! Oh my God! I haven't spent the past ten years like this
More credit coins!”
Yang Ming leaned against the star chart, stared at his perfect plan, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Just because of this old man's stinginess.
He must have a lot of money!
…
After the tedious and secretive procurement and preparation work, Captain Yang Ming and his first mate began to formally implement their plan.
A dark blue stealth assault boat quietly slid into the quiet meteorite belt.
Yang Ming is piloting the ship, and the assistant pilot is Molly 2, which has entered the stealth boat's operating system; Kolev keeps a close eye on the comprehensive detection instruments. As long as there is any abnormal data, they will immediately give up the action, turn around and leave.
The turtle-shell-like Feinan was docked behind an asteroid, in complete silence.
"Hanton, Mimili seems to be angry and crying. Molly told me...Mimili is very dissatisfied with me forbidding her from opening the pirate ship. What do you think we should do?"
An old man tried to start a household topic.
Yang Ming had no time to pay attention to him.
He was concentrating on the auxiliary lines that appeared on the glass in front of him, calculating the crooked course that would follow, and his hands holding the square rudder were as steady as a rock.
When he arrived at an area with an easier route, Yang Ming couldn't help but complain: "Why did you choose the pirate base in the meteorite belt!"
Kolev smiled and said: "There is a channel I opened in the other direction. This is the best barrier. Even if we are tracked by patrol warships, we can easily find a hiding place."
Yang Ming said: "So, you haven't been invaded by us yet?"
Kolev was speechless.
This slow sailing lasted for more than an hour. Under Kolev's guidance, the stealth boat easily crossed the lax cordon, with its front and rear engines outputting at minimum power at the same time, maintaining relative stillness to a meteorite ahead.
Behind this meteorite is a small spaceport with a metal structure, and protective shields guard the brightly lit buildings.
Two 200-meter-class pirate ships and one 300-meter-class pirate ship were docked in the dock. They were docked on the outside of the protective shield.
Through the near-vacuum environment, Yang Ming seemed to hear the lively voices inside the protective shield.
"Release the spores," Yang Ming ordered in a low voice.
Kolev quickly tapped the projection screen with his hands, "Okay, release the spores."
The smooth stealth boat opened its tail fin, and mosquito-like electronic instruments flew outward and dispersed rapidly.
The stealth boat hovered there motionless.
Kolev stared nervously at the screen in front of him, on which tiny dots of light appeared, slowly approaching the three target ships.
A few minutes later, all three ships were enveloped in light spots.
And these tiny particles did not attract the slightest attention from the pirate patrol team.
"Okay, let's get out of here quickly."
Kolev whispered.
Yang Ming skillfully pulled up the square rudder and drove slowly toward the road he came from.
Leave the opponent's patrol area.
Get out of the opponent's radar area.
When Yang Ming flew out of this "starry sky and rocky hills", a little hot sweat broke out on his forehead, and he complained: "This is much more tiring than teaching Mimi Li swordsmanship."
"Don't accelerate too fast. Only by accelerating smoothly can you maximize the concealment of this small boat," Kolev reminded. "There is also a big shark swimming quickly in this airspace. We must be extremely careful."
"Don't worry, first mate."
Yang Ming smiled and said: "My luck has always been good."
Molly 2 suddenly said: "I sensed the detection frequency, a small detection ship appeared, and it is predicted that the route will intersect with our ship."
Yang Ming's smile suddenly froze on his face.
Mudd, the crow’s mouth is full!
A jumping beacon appeared on the radar chart.
"Go back," Kolev said immediately, "We must go back! This is most likely a detection ship of the Guel Alliance!"
"No, no Kolev, go back too far. The other party should be staring at this meteorite belt! We found them, which means we are also within their detection range, but our stealth performance has come into play."
Yang Ming whispered, raised his hand and quickly pressed the row of buttons in front of him.
"Molly, let the spacecraft be stationary relative to the meteorite belt first, and then turn off the engine."
Kolev immediately understood what Yang Ming was going to do. He turned to look at the meteorite belt still within sight, quickly turned off several instruments at hand, and tightened his seat belt.
Ten seconds later, the stealth boat kept synchronized with the meteorite belt.
"The engine is shut down and the residual heat is cooling down," Molly No. 2's reporting voice became softer.
Yang Ming whispered: "Turn off the active radar."
"We will be blind!" Kolev whispered.
Molly 2 repeated Yang Ming's words: "Turn off the active radar."
A small point of light appeared in the distant depths of space.
The cockpit is completely dark.
Yang Ming leaned forward and lay down in front of the square mechanical rudder, his eyes fixed on the light spot that was getting closer and closer.
The opponent's driving speed is not slow.
"No. 2 cuts off encrypted communication with us and keeps the noise on the same frequency band."
"Okay, cut off encryption..."
Molly No. 2's voice suddenly stopped, leaving only two sounds of breathing, one light and one heavy.
Kolev's breathing was a little rapid.
"Kolev," Yang Ming asked in a low voice, "Do the spores we scatter have antennas? How do they communicate with us?"
"They are some components, just like electronic viruses that invade the software system. They will invade the gaps in the hull of the spacecraft when the outer compartment is opened, look for opportunities to connect to the circuit system, and then use the antenna of the spacecraft itself to communicate with us."
Kolev stared out the window and said quickly:
"The next delivery location will be relatively simple. Now is the most difficult part of the entire plan. There will be no little lover waiting nearby."
Yang Ming smiled and said: "Come on, Lina is just a great white shark. Now I just want to clean her - clean her memory about me."
The light spot appeared at 45 degrees to the front and right.
Yang Ming calculated the opponent's speed, pressed his finger on a relatively secret button on the left hand side, opened the safety cover on it first, and counted down the three numbers in his heart.
Total battery is off.
Life support system shuts down.
Yang Ming held his breath and put his finger on the battery button, leaving the remaining oxygen in the cabin to Kolev.
The light spot appears thirty degrees to the front and right.
Twenty degrees.
Fifteen degrees.
fifth degree.
In front of.
Five degrees to the front and left.
Fifteen degrees to the front left.
"I have some difficulty breathing..."
Kolev's face began to turn red, and the temperature of the cabin door slowly dropped.
Still have to wait.
Kolev raised his hands and covered his neck.
Yang Ming hesitated.
Although it is risky to restore power to the hull now, we can only take a gamble. After all, it will take some time for the oxygen level to return to normal, and the old man's brain cannot be deprived of oxygen.
Yang Ming pressed the main battery switch, the life support system was turned on, and the oxygen content in the cabin increased rapidly.
Kolev lay slumped in the seat, already in a state where there was less air coming in and more air coming out.
Yang Ming turned to look at him and asked sincerely: "Do you want me to give you artificial respiration? First officer? We should prepare two cans of emergency oxygen or a portable space suit in advance."
Kolev waved his hand, coughed twice, and his lungs began to work intensely.
The light spot appears sixty-five degrees to the left and in front.
Yang Ming resumed his normal breathing, slumped down on the chair, raised his eyebrows at Kolev, and said with a smile: "First officer, what did that ship look like just now?"
"How did you do it, Hanton... and you are still full of energy now..."
Kolev wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes were a little blurred, and he said slowly:
"It's probably a motorboat-like exploration ship. It's bloated and big so that more instruments can be crammed in. But what I'm sure of is that several technicians from the alliance above should be drinking coffee and chatting about which crew member
Motor butt... they didn’t even notice us.”
"Let's go quickly, they should be on a scheduled cruise."
Yang Ming quickly opened a series of buttons in front of him, and the virtual image of Molly No. 2 appeared between the two of them, floating quietly.
"Captain, based on the analysis of the current situation, you are not exposed."
"You will drive No. 2," Yang Ming said, "return to the mothership."
"Okay, the return to the mothership operation is about to be carried out."
The projection interface in front of Kolev was restored one after another. He looked at the real-time feedback of the data of the three pirate ships, and a relaxed smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"The show has begun, Hanton, and no one can stop us from now on! No one!"