Deep Space Scavenging, Hand Over Alien Warships at the Beginning

Chapter 167 Don’t move, or your head will be gone.Lin Yuan’s words ”Recycle everything” were still floating in the air, and the cruel grin on Black Shark King’s face hadn’t even had time to fade when the flickering emergency lights overhead suddenly let out a shriek and exploded completely.

Sizzle—

It wasn’t just the bulbs shattering; the entire energy circuit of the fortress was wailing.

”Shield generator offline! Backup power cut! Damn it, our fire control system is locked!”

Before the technician’s shrill roar could subside, the purple-red light curtain outside the window, which should have been deflected by the shields, slammed into them without any obstruction.

The scene was like a heavy fist smashing ruthlessly against an eggshell.

There was no fancy energy neutralization reaction, only the purest discharge of kinetic energy. Academician Wang, that old man, was quite wicked; he had mixed a large amount of heavy metal waste into the plasma stream. This wasn’t firing a cannon; it was clearly pouring molten iron into someone’s home.

Rumble!

The entire fortress jolted violently, as if tossed high into the sky by an invisible giant hand.

The throne made of skulls in the hall collapsed instantly, and Black Shark King stumbled, nearly falling to his knees. The pirates who had been laughing just moments ago were now rolling around like gourds, their worthless wine bottles shattering into pieces.

”How is this possible?! That was an Antimatter Shield! Even if it was a low-tier one, it shouldn’t be pierced by such a crude cannon!” Zeta leaned awkwardly against a pillar, his crisp silver uniform stained by the falling dust.

”Crude cannon?”

Lin Yuan’s voice echoed eerily in his ear, sounding less like a conversation and more like a funeral oration.

”That was the life savings our old man spent his whole life accumulating. It breaks my heart too.”

Zeta spun around, only to find that Lin Yuan, who had been standing a few meters away, had disappeared at some unknown moment.

The next second, a dull gunshot erupted in the hall.

Bang!

The adjutant who had been following Black Shark King around and had just tried to search Lin Yuan had his head burst open like a rotten watermelon. Red and white matter splattered all over Black Shark King’s face.

Lin Yuan was twirling the High-Energy Blaster that had been at Black Shark King’s waist just a moment ago, the muzzle still emitting blue smoke.

”I told you the insulation on this gun was bad. It’s hot.”

Lin Yuan curled his lip and tossed the gun onto the ground, his figure blurring again.

Black Shark King only felt a blur before his eyes and instinctively raised his mechanical arm to block, but he caught nothing but air.

On the other side, Zeta felt a chill on his neck.

A blade with no physical form, composed entirely of dark gold energy, was pressed tightly against his carotid artery. The sharp sensation gave the high-level civilization patrol officer instant goosebumps.

”Don’t move.”

Lin Yuan leaned in behind Zeta, whispering like an old friend of many years, ”Your neck is quite thin. If my hand shakes and your head comes off, don’t blame me.”

”You... what do you want?!”

Zeta’s pale face instantly turned the color of pig liver, and his legs trembled like withered branches in the wind. ”I am a Level 3 Patrol Officer of the Moran Dynasty! Kill me, and your entire galaxy will be buried with me! The Order Bureau’s fleet is right outside; don’t you dare touch a single hair on my head!”

”Try me.”

Lin Yuan applied a bit of force with his wrist, and the dark gold blade sliced through the expensive protective suit, a trickle of blood flowing down Zeta’s pale neck.

”Ah—! No! Don’t kill me!”

Zeta, who had just been full of talk about ”civilization gaps” and ”low-level reptiles,” was now screaming more pitifully than a slaughtered pig.

”I... I have money! I have credit points! How much do you want? One hundred million? Two hundred million? I’ll give it all to you! Just tell your people to stop firing!”

Lin Yuan rolled his eyes.

These so-called interstellar nobles, once stripped of their high-tech outer layer, were more cowardly at heart than the local thugs on Earth.

”It would have been better if you’d cooperated sooner.” Lin Yuan held Zeta hostage, his gaze piercing through the chaotic crowd to stare directly at Black Shark King, who was picking himself up off the floor. ”Hey, you half-man, half-ghost, tell your people to stop firing. Otherwise, your backer is going to die here today.”