Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"I'm coming right away!"

Hastings decided to go there himself.

“Captain, doesn’t this seem a bit inappropriate?” the first mate said.

"There's nothing wrong with it, I need to confirm it myself."

Hastings strode out, leaving his deputy alone in the room, staring coldly at Hastings's retreating figure.

Captain, you've been a bit out of line lately.

Although he became like this due to excessive pressure, no matter how much pressure he is under, he must withstand it!

Because he was the most prestigious and powerful pirate in the Hogs Galaxy.

The deputy began calling someone in the distance.

……

"Something's amiss!"

When Hastings walked into the monitoring room, his subordinates, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately spoke.

"Is there anything unusual?"

"Captain, look, they've stopped and started spraying something onto the outer wall of the spaceship."

Hastings looked closely.

The spray painting machine flew out and painted a pirate blade on the left and CCQ on the right.

"Grass!"

Hastings' eyes widened in disbelief.

These bastards actually came up to him and started playing a spray painting game.

"They're definitely not professional pirates. Damn it, are they looking down on us by pretending to be pirates? This time, we'll show them what real pirates are!" Hastings roared.

The pirate crew he commanded set out.

More than a thousand spaceships represent roughly half the strength of the pirate crew.

The opposing forces she faced had less than half the number of ships.

Hastings had the victory firmly in his grasp.

His mind was already flashing through slides: Who exactly was going to disguise themselves as pirates to attack the Protoss Cult?

What was his purpose in doing this?

Is there any deeper meaning behind disguising oneself as a pirate?

Faces flashed through Hastings' mind.

His target eventually fell on someone he had been at odds with for a long time.

Could it be...?

"Captain, something terrible has happened!"

Just then, a loud shout interrupted Hastings's train of thought.

"What happened?" Hastings shouted.

The man said, "Captain, we have lost contact with the lead ship!"

"No, no, no, it's not just the lead ship anymore; the other ships near it have also lost contact."

"More spacecraft are losing contact."

Hastings exclaimed in alarm, "What's going on? Is it a jamming signal?"

"No, Captain, we haven't detected any interference signals."

There's only one possibility left.

"?"

"A mechanic, a very powerful mechanic!"

Hastings' face darkened.

He doesn't have a single decent mechanic under his command.

Faced with this situation, he had no choice but to take action himself.

"You guys come with me."

Hastings couldn't just stand by and watch his fleet disappear.

He boarded the spaceship and hadn't flown far when an unfamiliar communication request came in.

"Connect it."

Hastings said.

The lights in the spaceship's cockpit suddenly dimmed, and an additional, separate application appeared in front of Hastings.

"..."

accept.

A blue phantom appeared in front of Hastings.

He saw the illusory figure sitting in a chair, a smile on its face.

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It doesn't really look like a smile.

Because it was just a female body made of some unknown blue material, without any details.

It's somewhat true that women are made of water.

As for the smile, Hastings only automatically imagined one after seeing the shadowy figure's movements.

Sitting in a chair, he comfortably crossed his right leg over his left, rested his right elbow near his right knee, and then propped his cheek up with his fist.

That's the kind of movement.

Add a smile, and you get the feeling of a big shot meeting a nobody who's come seeking fame.

Nonsence.

Are you kidding me?

Hastings was not in a good mood; he felt offended.

This person who suddenly appeared may be a master in mechanical engineering, but Hastings is also a brain that is revered by thousands in the Hogs Galaxy. Even Faris, the missionary of the Protoss Church, has to give him some respect when he sees him - and dares not call for his life!

Everyone here is a big shot, so you're the only one who comes in and starts showing off.

This is intolerable.

"who are you?"

Hastings decided to strike first and show the woman opposite him his imposing presence.

"You're from the CCQ pirate group that attacked the Protoss branch, aren't you? Are you here to apologize?"

"I'm here to sow discord."

"It is a phantom," the figure said.

"What do you say?"

Hastings' eyes bulged.

Is this some kind of buggy, stupid AI?

"Are you out of your mind?" Hastings asked.

The illusory figure immediately became enraged: "You're the one with a problem in your head, your whole family has a problem in your head. No, no, no, I'm not insulting you, I'm just stating a fact."

Hastings's beard hardened with anger: "If you don't give me a straight answer, I'll smash all those warships in front of me right now!"

However, the phantom shook its head: "Unfortunately, although your courage is commendable, this is not something you can do."

Hastings squinted: "Shall we give it a try?"

"Please go ahead."

The phantom extended its right hand in a gesture of invitation.

Hastings hesitated.

Is it a trap, or is it just a bluff by the enemy?

His mind raced, countless guesses flashing through his head.

Hastings was characterized by his tendency to overthink when faced with indecisiveness.

Oh.

Finally, Hastings suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"It seems you're afraid I'll go looking for those spaceships, so you're deliberately stalling for time here."

The illusory figure helplessly shrugged: "No, no, no, please click on your imagined behavior immediately. I would welcome you to go and cause trouble for that fleet right now. If you can actually do that, I will think more highly of you."

"Humph!"

Hastings snorted angrily.

Go ahead, who's afraid of who!

Having fired guns, carried cannons, and laughed amidst piles of corpses, he dared to make lewd jokes even with female colleagues at the Star Killer (Grandmaster) level without restraint. What else was there to be afraid of?

Hastings turned and walked away.

He didn't understand these mechanical gadgets very well, so he didn't intend to pay any attention to the blue phantom. If things couldn't be salvaged, he could just blow up the spaceship.

It's just a spaceship; he can afford to lose it.