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The mothership's backup engine roared loudly.

The ship rose crookedly from the ground and headed toward the three thousand conglomerate warships with their hatches open high in the sky.

Hermann stood in front of the badly damaged cockpit and roared, "Maintain your composure! Don't shake my VIP off the plane!"

Lin Feng kicked the half-dead Raine to the corner, found a reasonably intact chair to sit down, and turned on the military terminal on his wrist.

A series of anonymous interstellar account messages popped up on the screen.

With a ding, Gray Crystal Star's share of the Purple Gold Source ore for this year has been automatically allocated.

With a full 80% capacity utilization, the long string of zeros on the books is extremely pleasing to the eye.

Lin Feng turned off the terminal and looked up.

"Baron."

"exist!"

Barron, carrying a dozen or so empty storage bags on his back and a plasma cutter sizzling with blue flames in his hand, ran over excitedly.

"Go inspect the goods," Lin Feng said, pointing to the warships lined up outside.

"Commander Rein is so generous, he gave away the entire armory. Hurry up and take everything you can."

"Don't worry, brother!"

Barron wiped the drool from his mouth. "I'm a very polite person; I wouldn't leave them even a single screw!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Barron jumped off the mothership's deck, his short legs pushing off in mid-air as he plunged headfirst into the nearest heavy cargo hold.

A brutal and inhumane interstellar demolition has officially begun.

Inside the cruiser, the private armies of the wealthy tycoons who usually ran rampant on Gray Crystal Star were now all huddled on both sides of the passageway.

Hundreds of people squatted on the ground with their hands behind their heads, not daring to even breathe.

Barron swaggered in.

"Make way! Don't block my way while I'm getting my goods!"

He kicked open the alloy door of the armory.

Looking at the dazzling array of equipment inside, Baron's eyes practically turned into gold coins.

He grabbed the high-energy pulse gun, the man-portable antimatter shoulder cannon, and boxes of planet-destroying grenades, and swept them all into his storage bag.

Once the shelf was empty, Barron looked around, raised the cutting machine in his hand, and slashed at the alloy weapon rack on the wall.

Sparks flew everywhere. He cut the entire item, including the shelf and the explosion-proof cabinet, into pieces and packed it up to take away.

Barron wasn't satisfied even after the armory was emptied.

He strolled along the corridor all the way to the main control room.

The captain was trembling behind the control panel.

Barron walked over, grabbed the captain by the collar, and threw him out the door.

With a large wrench, the protective panel of the main control panel flew off on the spot.

"Wow! Energy Gold Wire! The Bloodthorn Conglomerate is really rich, using this thing as a data cable!"

Barron gripped a wire tightly with both hands, braced his feet against the table, and pulled backward with a sudden jerk.

It's sizzling!

Hundreds of priceless gold energy wires were forcibly pulled out, and the main control screen went black instantly.

The entire command center was without power.

Barron wrapped the wire around his waist and then turned his gaze to the captain's seat.

"This star beast hide is nice, it's soft. I'll take it back for my brother to use as a footrest."

With a few heaves, the entire leather seat, including the base and hydraulic rods, was forcibly removed by Balun.

That wasn't all. Barron climbed up to the bow through the maintenance tunnel and looked at the imposing main gun.

"My older brother said we can't leave any trash behind."

Blue plasma flames spewed out wildly.

Half an hour later, the main gun barrel of the warship was cut off cleanly.

The private army soldiers turned green as they watched their warship being torn to pieces, but no one dared to utter a sound.

The nemesis who knocked out the commander with a single punch is watching from not far away. Anyone who dares to touch this dwarf will face the death anniversary of the entire ship next year on this day.

Hermann's adjutant stood on the mothership's deck, watching the warships above him being "emasculated" one after another, his Adam's apple bobbing wildly.

"This isn't an inspection..." the adjutant wiped a bead of cold sweat. "This is treating three thousand warships like a junkyard!"

Lin Feng, with his legs crossed, whistled: "What? You have a problem with that?"

"No! Absolutely not!" The adjutant quickly stood at attention and loudly echoed, "Mr. Barron is highly skilled and professional; he is truly a role model for us all!"

The demolition work continues in mid-air.

When Barron reached the main control room of the four hundredth-plus warship, he paused for a moment.

This is the flagship of Rein's direct escort, and its materials are much more robust than those of other warships.

A wrench smashed open the bottom of the control panel, revealing a hidden compartment inside.

With a clang.

A black metal box, about the size of a palm, fell out.

Barron picked it up and took a look; the black box had several intricate gear patterns engraved on its surface.

The symbol of the Mechanicus cult.

The box also had a top-level self-destruct encryption lock on its side, indicating that it contained something that couldn't be brought to light.

Barron's eyes darted around.

The fact that this thing could appear in a conglomerate's fleet definitely means it's involved in a huge secret.

With a quick stride, his short legs blocked the view of the private soldiers outside, and he shoved the black box into his crotch.

"This motherboard is burnt out; it's all junk!"

Barron kicked the control panel while cursing, then picked up the cutter and continued on to his next target.

More than two hours have passed.

The fleet of conglomerates in the sky has been completely plundered.

The external armor was removed, the gun barrel was cut off, and even the radar antenna was broken off by Baron.

Three thousand warships were tragically suspended on the tracks.

Barron stepped onto a flight ramp and landed back on the mothership deck with satisfaction.

"Big brother! It's done!" Baron patted his stomach. "These guys were so enthusiastic, even the toilet door was made of titanium alloy, I couldn't resist taking it off too."

Lin Feng stood up and stretched his shoulders.

Herman ran up from the lower deck, his face covered in soot.

"Your Excellency!" Hermann reported, rubbing his hands together. "Three of the underlying power lines have been repaired, and the warp drive can barely be started."

Lin Feng nodded: "Then let's go. To the capital."

"But there's a problem."

Hermann pointed to the left side of the mothership.

"It was just bombed by Raine; there's a huge hole in its outer armor."

"The space turbulence inside the jump tunnel is huge. Without armor protection, the ship will be violently rocked when it goes in, and it might even disintegrate inside the tunnel."

Lin Feng looked in the direction he pointed, and indeed there were several holes on the side of the mothership, with sparks flying from the wiring inside.

"Lacking armor?"

Lin Feng raised his head and looked at the three thousand corporatist warships in the sky, which had been half-skinned.

He grinned.

"There's a sheet metal right there on top."

Lin Feng pulled out the long gun stuck in the deck.

"Barron, bring the cutting machine."

Lin Feng pointed to the largest heavy battleship at the very front.

"Come on, let's go peel off some good pieces of skin to mend it."

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