The Fourth Disaster: You said that the human race is weak in the interstellar space?

picket?

The slime-jelly-like face trembled several times.

"The captain is dead?"

"Well, of course not. The blood has stained the cab. If you go back now, you will probably be killed."

Seeing that the flesh on the Slime's face was trembling with fear, the pirate guarding the gate took back the cigarette he had handed over with a smile.

He lit one and took a deep puff. "This is a high-quality product that I got with great difficulty. Would you like to try it?"

The slime was horrified and scared.

The patrol team is specifically responsible for managing low-level pirates like them.

As long as someone committed a crime, the patrol team could execute the pirates they thought had committed a crime without finding any reason.

Slime swallowed.

With his blatant betrayal and the fact that he was leading the enemy to infiltrate the interior, he would probably be torn into pieces!

But now, there is no way to regret it.

These mechas are right behind us.

Caught in a dilemma, the Slime didn't see any hint from the pirate at all.

The gatekeeper pirate has a human form, but it seems like he has no skin and his entire body is red.

At this time, he looked at the slime with a pair of red eyes. After making sure that the slime didn't understand what he meant, he said speechlessly:

"Why are you still standing there like an idiot? If you go in with these mechas now, the patrol will definitely kill you like they killed your captain."

"Brother, how about I suffer a little and help you digest it? I have a way."

He lit the cigarette in his hand suggestively.

Cigarettes have been around since they were introduced from humans.

It can be said that it is popular throughout the galaxy.

However, because of their identity, the pirates were excluded from the Interstellar Alliance.

Except for high-ranking pirates with connections.

Other low-level pirates like Slime don't even have a way to buy things.

Not to mention good stuff like cigarettes.

"So just now, the little red man gave Slime cigarettes to tell him that he had a way?" The oil thief stared at the little red man with shining eyes.

The red pirate glanced around uncomfortably.

Just then, he saw the oil thief grinning at him.

"Huh? Why is this prisoner covered in mud?"

The red pirate's eyes suddenly became sharp and he came towards the oil thief.

The oil thief was covered in mud and could be spotted from the crowd at a glance.

"I...I was a little scared during the battle...so..."

The oil thief's brain works pretty fast.

The wording came to mind in an instant.

did not expect.

The other party actually laughed at him: "So you are a coward. This is really strange. How can you, a second-level genetic warrior, have such a good mecha?"

"It would be a shame to give these mechas to you."

The red pirate licked his lips and swept his eyes over the players and Wei Yuan.

"Give me control of the mecha and I'll let the slime release you. We're leaving tomorrow anyway, so this deal is pretty good."

The red pirate's voice was not loud.

It just so happens that the players can hear it, but the slime can't.

The players were stunned for a moment.

The oil thief was the first to post a message in the group chat:

"Wow, there are old hands like this in the interstellar space, right?"

Makabaka: "When game planners make games, do they have to work hard in society for several years? They can create characters like this."

Xingchen: "6. But should we agree to it?"

Begging secretly: "If we agree, our plan to sneak in will be ruined, but if we don't agree, he probably won't give up. This is a level 4 guy, can we beat him?"

Xingchen: "It's a little difficult if I'm alone, but with the BT mecha, it's no problem."

The oil thief coughed lightly.

I complained in my heart:

nonsense.

If they use mechas, what would they worry about?

The main thing is that you are fighting with a mecha at someone's doorstep, and the noise is so loud, wouldn't it attract everyone here?

Just when the players were anxious.

Slime ran over nervously and said, "They are all my prisoners of war, what do you want to do?"

"Huh, what do I want to do?" The red pirate sneered.

He looked the slime up and down and said, "Who the hell are you? Don't you know it? You're just a slime. You're lucky to have reached level 4. Do you really think you're a big shot in the pirate group?"

"I gave you the cigarette just now because I was giving you face, but if you don't want this face, then don't blame me!"

"I'll tell you the truth. The patrol team has left, but I want these mechas."

The red pirate took out the cigarette from his mouth and threw it on the ground, pretending to be very cool and said, "If you know what's good for you, then let these pilots give me the authority of the mecha."

"Otherwise, you'll all die."

When ordinary mechas are in use, they need to be authenticated using biological genes, just like intelligent computers.

Therefore, usually to plunder a mecha, one must kill the mecha owner, force-flash the machine, and then authenticate it once before using it.

But there is another simpler method, which is for the previous owner of the mecha to untie it on his own.

Now this red pirate obviously wants the players to unbind themselves.

Then get these mechas.

Four BT mechas.

For these pirates, that was a huge fortune.

As for the pickets.

Becoming a pirate is like hanging your head on your belt. You might die at any time.

Can we give up this piece of fat meat that is within our reach just because we are afraid of the patrol team?

impossible!

The determination in the red pirate's eyes had not yet been fully revealed.

A laser flashed and cut the red pirate in half.

The extremely high temperature emitted by the laser directly cooked the meat on the two cut parts of the red pirate's body.

There was a burning smell in the air.

"I never thought that at this time, there are still people who are blind enough to want to hide things." A gloomy voice came from a distance.

A group of pirates in black robes came towards them.

The leading pirate was holding the weapon that had just fired the laser.

Slime trembled all over and whispered to the players: "The patrol team...they are the patrol team."

The oil thief scratched her head. My goodness! In just a few minutes, they ran into the patrol team?

What a stroke of luck.

Maybe this time, I can meet BT-007.

At this moment, the sound of snow came from their earphones.

"Secret Begging Team, please be prepared. In thirty minutes, the pilot fleet will arrive above the battle zone. We have moved the resurrection point to the interior of the battleship..."