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Special forces soldiers are carrying heavy pulse guns.

All gun barrels were locked onto Lin Feng.

The leading officer, who had just been kicked away, was stuck in the armor's interlayer, his breastplate shattered into metal fragments, and he was motionless.

"Fire!"

A roar came from the armored vehicle's communication channel.

The special forces soldier at the front gripped the trigger tightly.

It won't budge.

Their fingers hovered over the outside of the trigger, their entire arms trembling violently.

A ring of purplish-gold physical energy exploded outwards from Lin Feng's center.

The gravitational field inside the lower compartment completely collapsed.

Click!

The floor beneath the special forces soldiers' feet sank downwards.

"Hold on!"

"Maximize the power of the auxiliary frame!"

Someone bent down to pick up a weapon, but as soon as his fingers reached out, his knee smashed through the deck.

A piercing alarm sounded from inside the heavy-duty bomb suit.

The hydraulic support rods broke one after another, and the high-pressure air valve sprayed out white mist.

Lin Feng raised his hand and rubbed his ear.

"Quarrel."

With a single word uttered, immense spiritual power swept outwards with overwhelming force.

More than a dozen special forces soldiers coughed up blood in unison, and the communication modules in their helmets exploded with a series of sparks.

The entire room fell silent.

They opened their mouths, but no sound came out.

Lin Feng turned his head to look at Baron.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Barron was still holding the piece of purple gold ore in his arms. He quickly stuffed the ore into a corner and pulled out a large wrench.

"Brother, what do you plan to do?"

"Leave the men here." Lin Feng glanced at the special forces team on the ground. "Don't waste the equipment."

Barron charged into the crowd, carrying a wrench.

"Who just pointed a gun at my head?"

A special forces soldier struggled to raise his wrist.

"If you dare attack the Imperial Capital Defense Force, your entire race will be wiped out..."

when!

The wrench struck the center of the helmet.

The high-strength military helmet caved inward, and the team member's eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the ground.

Barron straddled the suit and gripped the buckles on the edge with both hands.

A few sizzling sounds.

He tore off all the equipment.

"Goods from Beijing are truly exquisite!"

"The powered frame is 90% new, and there's even a miniature stabilizer in the shoulder!"

He stuffed all the equipment into his storage bag, picked up the wrench, and headed towards the second one.

when!

"This gun is mine."

when!

"These boots are nice."

when!

"Take off your belt too!"

In less than a minute, all of the more than a dozen special forces soldiers were lying flat on the ground.

Barron's movements were extremely skillful; he took all the bomb suits, weapons, batteries, and military terminals, and even forcibly removed the communication antennas from their helmets.

The last person was left with only a pair of close-fitting shorts on him.

Barron took the wrench and fiddled with it a couple of times.

"What material are these underwear made of?"

Herman rushed over and grabbed him.

"That's worthless!"

"What do you know? These are standard military supplies from the capital city. How could they not be valuable?"

"Leave them their underwear!" Herman growled in a low voice.

Barron withdrew the wrench in disgust.

"Soldiers are so particular about these things."

Outside the mothership, the brightness of the tractor beam suddenly doubled.

The entire patrol caused the mother ship to list severely to starboard.

The ore piled up in the lower hold slid down the sloping ground for more than ten meters, and dozens of newly dismantled chaebol cannon barrels crashed into the bulkhead, creating a series of loud noises.

Herman clung tightly to the support frame, grabbed the communicator, and roared.

"Cockpit! Report the situation!"

"The traction power has increased sixfold!" The driver's voice couldn't drown out the malfunction alarm.

"The auxiliary engines have been taken over by the defense forces, and they are forcibly changing the mothership's course!"

"The target area is the ninth berth to be destroyed!"

Herman's face turned completely black.

The ninth destruction berth is a shredder specifically for handling decommissioned warships and space debris.

By throwing the Imperial Inspector's flagship into the garbage disposal area, he had utterly humiliated himself.

He grabbed the communication terminal and forcibly switched to the command channel of the Imperial Capital Defense Force.

"I am Inspector Herman!"

"Immediately cut off the traction beam!"

There was only static from the microphone on the other end of the channel.

Imperial Capital Star Ring Defense Command Center.

The holographic screens arranged in a ring flickered continuously.

Second Fleet Inspector Claude sat in the control room, tapping his fingers on the metal armrest.

On the main screen, Herman's furious face was magnified several times.

The major general of the defense force standing next to him bowed his head and reported.

"Sir, the core data comparison is complete."

"The face, the insignia, and the mental fluctuations match perfectly; it is indeed Inspector Herman on board."

"Should we remove the traction?"

Claude looked up at the wrecked ship on the screen.

"Verification passed?"

"It's approved."

"That's even more wrong." Claude reached out and tapped the screen.

"Hermann's flagship is the Platinum Patrol Mothership, which has long been registered with the military."

"Scrap steel plates are welded to the hull of this dilapidated ship, and the Bloodthorn Consortium's cannon barrel is still trailing behind its stern."

"Could this be a patrol mothership?"

The major general was speechless.

"The capital city is carrying out the highest level of welcoming operations."

Claude withdrew his hand: "If we let this kind of garbage ship in and there's a safety accident, are you going to take the blame?"

The major general immediately shut his mouth and stepped back.

Claude leaned back in the high-backed chair.

He and Hermann have been at odds for over a century, and today is the perfect opportunity to vent his frustrations.

"Suspected pirates impersonating imperial officers rammed the ceremonial fleet and were carrying unregistered contraband."

Claude finalized the decision with a few quick glances.

"Follow the rules, turn the traction power to the maximum, and send it to the ninth disposal berth."

The major general forced himself to speak.

"Sir, the ship's structure is severely damaged. If we force it to be pulled at maximum power, the hull will break apart halfway through the journey."

Claude picked up the teacup beside him.

"The garbage ship fell apart ahead of time, which saved us the trouble of the disposal process."

The traction base stations on the outer edge of the star ring roared simultaneously.

The high-dimensional energy beam expanded rapidly, and the mothership was dragged outward by an unparalleled force.

boom!

One of the backup engines couldn't withstand the load and crashed, causing the engine to stop working on the spot.

The red lights in the cockpit formed a continuous line.

"The right-side thruster has detached!"

"The warp core is locked from the outside and cannot be started!"

"The ship's hull has deflected by forty-two degrees, and the main shaft stress has reached its limit!"

Herman rushed into the cockpit and gripped the control stick tightly with both hands.

"Thrust engines at full throttle!"

The driver was almost in tears.

"My lord! We can't fight this off! If we keep pulling, the dragon bone will break!"

"The doors to the ninth destruction berth are now open!"

On the external projection screen, a huge, pure black berth is being opened, with countless large cutting arms inside gleaming coldly.

The mothership is being forcibly dragged toward that gaping maw.

Herman slammed his fist on the control panel.

"It's Claude!"

"Of all the Imperial Capital Defense Forces, only that bastard dared to mess with me like this!"

Lin Feng stepped into the cockpit.

The ship tilted violently again, and a tearing sound came from the seams of the armor.

Without uttering a word, he turned and walked toward the outer airlock of the mothership.

Barron chased after them, carrying a wrench.

"Big brother, where are you going?"

Lin Feng ignored him.

He walked to the outer airlock, raised his right foot, and kicked the deformed, sealed door away.

The cabin pressure plummeted, and air was rapidly escaping.

Herman caught up to the entrance of the passage, but Lin Feng had already reached the outside of the ship.

The high-dimensional traction beam traversed the void, firmly anchored to the spatial nodes around the mothership.

Lin Feng walked towards one of the beams of light, facing the light.

He stretched out his right hand and probed into the beam of pure energy.

Herman saw this through the transparent porthole and his mind went blank.

High-dimensional energy is a high-temperature polymer that can melt special alloys.

Lin Feng's palm was enveloped in purple-gold qi and blood, and his five fingers suddenly closed.

The beam of light was pinched so hard that it left five indented finger marks.

At the same time.

The main control console at Star Ring Defense Center issued a red alert of the highest level.

"Energy blockage has occurred on traction line number seven!"

"Someone on the target warship has come into direct contact with the tractor beam!"

Claude put down his teacup, his face darkening.

"Contact beam?"

The technician stared intently at the enlarged surveillance footage, his tongue practically tied in knots.

"He...he caught the tractor beam!"

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