Super Mechanic: God of Superpowers!

Chapter 138 Take off your pants and get down to business

In the shadowy region of the Shattered Star Ring, inside the command center of the Dark Star Base, holographic projections displayed the figures of twelve high-ranking officials around a round table.

A blinding red light flickered on the metal wall, and the leader's voice was deep: "An accident occurred during transportation; the goods have been hijacked."

"Is Godora's intelligence department making a move?" a hoarse voice asked from the projection on the left.

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

The holographic map unfolds, highlighting the coordinates of Longtan Floating Island: "The cargo is being transported there."

"The alien progenitor and the gene stripper must be recycled." The finance director's voice had a metallic quality. "The two pieces of equipment are worth more than four billion inars."

"Let Ash carry out the mission," the shadowy figure at the top decided. "His mission record is flawless to this day."

Meanwhile, on the shipping lanes surrounding the floating island of Lontan, slave trader Pike was roaring into his communicator: "Only fifteen ransoms? Do you think I'm doing charity?"

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

The alarm lights from the decompression chamber turned the corridor blood red.

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

"Don't you purebloods pride yourselves on being noble?" Pike, stepping on the back of the cargo carrier, watched as the man froze into a statue in the vacuum, and sneered, "Hmph, what's the difference between you and space junk now?"

As the stealth ship penetrated the atmospheric shield of the Dragon Tan Island, the corpses of two Silver Spirits were slowly rotating in space, like two eerie space sculptures, telling the story of the cruel laws of this star field.

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As the mercenary ships pierced through the special shields of the Dragon Tan Island, this interstellar spectacle streaked across the dust belt at a speed of three thousand meters per second.

The landmasses floating in space resemble a chessboard abandoned by the gods, with thousands of thruster arrays flickering at their bottom.

Beneath the translucent energy dome, a colossal mechanical excavator was gnawing at the bones that buried the remains of the Void Dragon Clan—a very precious material.

"Note the parking area with the identification code Bauhinia-07."

Amidst the electronic voice of the navigation AI, the group looked through the portholes and saw a dense array of modified ships on the dock—plunderers with welded spiked armor and battleships painted with skull designs.

Several living spaceships, completely covered in bio-armor, were even spitting out tentacles.

As the badges of the three major mercenary groups lit up in the connecting passage, a series of metallic scraping sounds immediately rose from both sides of the street—the sound of thugs instinctively tightening their grips on their weapons.

Hela's neck hairs suddenly stood on end. She subtly moved closer to Ye Xiu: "There's a Class B mental spy at ten o'clock, and at three o'clock."

Before he could finish speaking, a wad of thick phlegm reeking of a stimulant splattered onto player Maple Moon's armor.

In the shadows of the street corner, the pirate captain, with six mechanical eyes embedded in his body, was using his alloy prosthetic arm to mimic the famous throat-slitting gesture.

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

Before Hela could grasp the deeper meaning of her words, the Night King's sword had already vanished into a blur.

Before the sparks from the twelve armor-piercing bullets exploding on the lightning-formed armor had even dissipated, the extremely sharp Night King sword had already swept across four necks like a viper's tongue.

As the gushing blood stained the neon lights crimson, the enraged pirate captain swung his battle axe, which was burning with eerie blue flames, but froze the moment it touched the mecha's hand—countless thin bolts of lightning flashed in Ye Xiu's pupils, and endless lightning suddenly shot out from the Night King Sword, wrapping around the opponent's body like strangling vines.

"Make the most of everything." With that whisper, the chains formed from purple arcs of electricity suddenly contracted.

Hela watched helplessly as the C-rank martial artist's cybernetic body crumbled like building blocks, the pulsating nerve cables at the cut still trying to reassemble.

Melos, who was not far away, was speechless upon seeing this scene.

Holy crap! One second they're laughing and joking, the next they're drawing their swords and attacking people. Is this some kind of gangster gang?!

Crimson neon lights pierced the eternal night, and the floating island of Longtan swallowed and spewed the tides of sin in the void.

This lawless land is not entirely chaotic—miners in holographic work clothes traverse the mechanical graveyard, the Dragon Tan Guard's air patrol boats roam under the dome, and every living being that enters this place must pay a blood tax to the mysterious controller.

Amidst the rows of illegal buildings, the holographic GG of the floating casino and the bio-chemical glow of the black market clinic intertwine, immersing the entire city in a swaying Manhattan cocktail.

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

The metallic clatter of hundreds of bolts cocking simultaneously was like the flapping of a swarm of locusts, but before the first desperate man could pull the trigger, the Sky Ring Mercenary Group's particle vibration spears had already formed a wall of thorns.

The Purple Gold Mercenaries' heavy mechs also deployed their honeycomb shields, while the Blade's snipers tacitly occupied the high ground—the emblems of the three major factions connected like a galaxy amidst the smoke of battle.

"Fall back." Someone whistled, and the thugs, spitting blood, retreated into the shadows.

The mercenaries holstered their weapons with the precision of precision instruments, as if the standoff just moments before was nothing more than an impromptu performance.

The tip of Goya's wand was still wreathed in lingering energy ripples, yet he merely nodded slightly to Ye Xiu.

Players suddenly realized that the seemingly haphazard mercenary positioning had already protected each newcomer at the tactical intersection.

"In a wasteland surrounded by hyenas, cubs must learn to bare their fangs at the first sign of trouble." Ye Xiu flicked the organic fluid off his sword blade, skipping the usual "What are you looking at?" and "What's it to you?" lines, and went straight for the kill, slashing your anus open with a single strike.

After all, in this place, the prevailing attitude is to take action rather than talk.

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Hela finally understood the profound meaning of "making the most of everything"—the uniforms and armor of the three major mercenary groups were the best deterrent shields, while these "white gloves" were the sharpest knives to tear open the first wound.

In other words, it's like a fox borrowing the tiger's might to demonstrate its strength.

As the group ventured deeper into the core area of ​​the floating island, the streets gradually shed their image of being overrun by rioters.

The holographic projection of the client's silhouette flickered on the tactical panel—Holled, the biggest slave trader in this lawless city, with the shadow of Lontan's confidant looming behind him.

"The trouble has escalated." The purple-gold team leader, Faseleni, rubbed his electronic prosthetic eye. "If that lord's henchmen are alerted..."

Four commanders stood behind a quantum barrier at a street corner, with the slave exchange marked three kilometers away on a tactical map.

Everyone felt incredibly frustrated, especially the women, because there were none.

Although the three major mercenary groups were not afraid of the thugs here because of their powerful backers, they did not dare to provoke the ruler of Longtan.

Pert cracked his knuckles as he clenched his alloy knuckles: "A direct confrontation is suicide."

Even this tough guy from the Blade Runner showed a rare look of apprehension, "Unless we can intercept the goods before the deal is completed."

"But how can we be sure if the Silver Spirits have already been delivered?" Goa's fingertips danced with detection runes. "What if we make contact rashly?"

Ye Xiu volunteered, saying, "I'm experienced; I can pose as a buyer and test him."

Han Xiao also spoke up, saying, "I can too."

The three team leaders thought it was fine, since it wasn't them going anyway.

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

He casually tossed the encrypted crystal card over his shoulder, even switching to the smooth gait characteristic of a businessman: "You can set up an ambush three blocks away first, and wait for me to ascertain the status of the transaction."

"it is good."

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

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

(End of this chapter)