Super Mechanic: The God of Superpowers!

Chapter 138 Take Off Your Pants and Do It

In the shadows of the Shattered Star Ring, within the DarkStar Base's command center, a holographic projection projected the figures of twelve high-ranking officials around a round table.

A dazzling red light danced on the metal wall. The leader spoke in a deep voice, "There was an accident during transportation. The cargo was hijacked."

"Has Godora's intelligence department taken action?" the projection on the left asked hoarsely.

"It has nothing to do with Godora." The data analyst brought up the screen. "The carrier is a Silver Spirit merchant ship, and the hijacker is just a slave trader."

The holographic map unfolded, and the coordinates of Longtan Floating Island were highlighted. "The cargo is being transported there."

"The Alien Primarch and the Gene Stripper must be recovered." The financial director's voice was metallic. "Both pieces of equipment are worth over four billion Enas."

"Let Huijin carry out the mission," the shadowy figure of the First Seat made the decision. "His mission record has been flawless so far."

Meanwhile, on the waterway outside Longtan Floating Island, the slave trader Paige roared into the communicator, "Only the ransom for fifteen people? Do you think I'm doing charity?"

He cut off the communication, his scarred face distorted in the reflection of the porthole: "Bring those two Silver Spirit bastards up!"

The decompression chamber's alarm lights dyed the corridor blood red.

The two Silver Spirits were pressed between the inner and outer hatches, their pupils reflecting the image of their companions exploding into ice crystals in the vacuum.

"Don't you purebloods pride yourselves on being noble?" Paki stepped on the transporter's back, watching him transform into a stiff sculpture in the vacuum of space. He snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, what's the difference between you and space junk now?"

When the stealth spacecraft penetrated the atmospheric shield of the Longtan Floating Island, the corpses of two silver spirits were slowly rotating in space, like two strange space sculptures, telling the cruel laws of this star field.

……

When the mercenary ships penetrated the special shield of the Longtan Floating Island, this interstellar wonder was passing through the stardust belt at a speed of three thousand meters per second.

The landmass floating in the universe is like a chessboard abandoned by the gods, with thousands of thruster arrays flickering at its bottom.

Under the translucent energy dome, a mechanical behemoth-like excavation device was gnawing at the bones of the Void Dragon Clan's remains, which was a very precious material.

"Attention, please note the parking area identified as Bauhinia-07."

Amid the electronic hum of the navigation AI, everyone looked out the portholes and saw the densely packed modified ships on the dock - plunderers welded with spiked armor, battleships painted with skull patterns.

There were even several living spaceships covered in biological armor that were swallowing and spitting out tentacles.

When the emblems of the three major mercenary groups lit up in the connecting passage, the sound of metal friction suddenly rang out on both sides of the street. It was the sound of the thugs subconsciously gripping their weapons.

The hairs on the back of Hela's neck suddenly stood up. She leaned closer to Ye Xiu calmly, "There's a B-level mental spy at ten o'clock, and at three o'clock."

Before he finished speaking, a lump of thick phlegm with the smell of nerve stimulants "popped" and stuck to the player Fengyue's armor.

In the shadows of the street corner, the pirate leader with six mechanical eyes was making a throat-slitting gesture with his alloy prosthetic limbs.

"They are using us as a pressure relief valve." Ye Xiu suddenly chuckled, and the Night King Sword appeared in his hand.

Before Hela could understand the deeper meaning of the words, the Night King's sword had turned into a shadow.

The sparks from the twelve armor-piercing bullets exploding on the armor condensed from lightning had not yet dissipated when the extremely sharp Night King's sword swept across four necks like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

As the gushing blood dyed the neon lights scarlet, the furious pirate leader swung his battle axe burning with dark blue flames, but it froze the moment it touched the palm of the mecha - countless thin lightning flashed in Ye Xiu's pupils, and endless lightning suddenly shot out from the Night King's sword, entwining the opponent's body like a stranglehold vine.

"Make the best use of everything." As he whispered, the chain condensed by purple electric arcs suddenly shrank.

Hila watched helplessly as the C-rank martial artist's mechanical prosthesis fell apart like building blocks, the throbbing neural cables at the incision still trying to reassemble.

Herlous, who was not far away, was stunned when he saw this scene.

Oh my god, they were chatting and laughing one second, and then they drew their swords and chopped people down the next. Is this how they are?!
Scarlet neon lights pierce the eternal night, and the Dragon Tan Floating Island swallows and spits out the tide of sin in the void.

This lawless place isn't entirely lawless—miners in holographic overalls traverse the mechanical graveyard, while Dragon Guard hovercraft patrol boats prowl beneath the dome. Every living being who enters must pay a blood tax to the mysterious ruler. Amidst the dense clusters of illegal buildings, holographic advertisements for floating casinos interspersed with the bioluminescent lights of black market clinics, immersing the entire city like a shaken Manhattan cocktail.

When Ye Xiu's Night King Sword tore open the sixth thug's chest, the entire dark alley suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The metallic trembling sound of hundreds of bolts being loaded simultaneously was like the flapping of locust wings, but before the first desperado could pull the trigger, the particle vibration spears of the Tianhuan Mercenary Group had already formed a wall of thorns.

The Purple Gold Mercenaries' heavy armor also deployed honeycomb shields, and the Blade's snipers tacitly occupied the commanding heights - the emblems of the three major forces connected into a galaxy in the smoke.

"Retreat." Someone blew a whistle, and the thugs retreated into the shadows, spitting blood foam.

The mercenaries put away their guns as neatly as precision instruments, as if the confrontation just now was just an impromptu performance.

The tip of Geya's wand was still lingering with ripples of energy, but he just nodded slightly to Ye Xiu.

Players suddenly realized that those seemingly scattered mercenary positions had already protected every newcomer at a tactical intersection.

"In a wilderness surrounded by hyenas, cubs must learn to show their fangs at the first opportunity." Ye Xiu shook off the organic tissue fluid on the blade, skipping the order of "what are you looking at?" and "what am I doing to you?", and went up to chop your ass off with one sword.

After all, this place has always been a place where you should never talk nonsense if you can take action.

Because it's useless!

Hela finally understood the profound meaning of "making the best use of everything" - the uniforms and armor of the three major mercenary groups were the best deterrent shields, and these "white gloves" were the sharp knives most suitable for tearing the first bloody wound.

In other words, the fox is borrowing the power of the tiger to show off its strength.

As the crowd went deeper into the core area of ​​the floating island, the streets gradually lost the appearance of being infested with thugs.

The client's silhouette, outlined by the holographic projection, flickered on the tactical panel—Hollaide, the largest slave trader in this lawless city, with the shadow of the Dragon Confidant's confidant faintly emerging behind him.

"The trouble has escalated." Purple Gold leader Fatherene stroked his electronic eye. "If that master's minions are alerted..."

Four commanders gathered behind the quantum barrier at the corner of the street. The slave exchange three kilometers away was marked on the tactical map.

Everyone is feeling pretty fucked up right now, but women aren't, because they don't have it.

Although their three major mercenary groups were not afraid of the thugs here due to their backing, they did not dare to provoke the controller of Longtan.

Pert cracked his alloy knuckles. "A head-on confrontation would be suicidal."

This tough, iron-blooded man from the Blade Legion also showed a rare look of fear. "Unless we can intercept the goods before the transaction is completed."

"But how can we be sure that the Silver Spirit has been delivered?" Geya's fingertips danced with detection runes. "If we make contact rashly..."

Ye Xiu volunteered, saying, "I'm experienced and can pretend to be a buyer to test him."

Han Xiao also said, "I can do that too."

The three team leaders thought it was okay since they weren't the ones going anyway.

With the help of Han Xiao's simulation mask, when the blue light dissipated, Ye Xiu, wearing a star satin robe, had transformed into a typical interstellar broker.

He casually tossed the encrypted crystal card aside, even his gait changing to the sleek, businessman-like gait. "You can set up an ambush three blocks away while I investigate the status of the transaction."

"it is good."

Watching Ye Xiu and Han Xiao disappear behind the gilded gate of the slave market, the three team leaders simultaneously activated their tactical goggles.

They knew that this plan was like walking on the surface of a supernova - the holographic projection of Holiday's files showed that this cunning slave trader had seen through the disguise of a corporate spy seven times in three minutes.

(End of this chapter)