Chapter 25 I, a sub-god-level life form, am very short of money
"This energy defense shield really consumes dark energy batteries."
On a medium-sized transport ship returning with a full load.
Yang Ming couldn't let go of the light shield gloves, lightsaber flashlight, and the dark gray high-level combat uniform, and kept exclaiming in admiration.
Kolev sat in the main driving seat, humming a tune while observing the operating panels, feeling very happy.
In the back seat, the two middle-aged men stared at Yang Ming in the passenger seat with burning eyes.
Mimili, whose corners of mouth and eyes were swollen in the back row, was admiring the photos projected on her watch, laughing from time to time, completely losing the ladylike look she had when they first met.
"Oh, Hamton!"
A middle-aged man couldn't help but exclaim: "How did you do it? There were more than a dozen of them, but you only got hit a few times!"
Yang Ming smiled but said nothing.
Because he couldn't act too shocking, he deliberately used his back to withstand several tickling attacks.
The two unimportant uncles kept praising:
"Your fighting skills are incredible! I wonder how freakish you'd get if you picked up a lightsaber!"
"I saw Mimily being beaten by them, and Hanton, you just rushed over with a steel pipe! Oh, Mimily, how are you injured?"
Mimili covered her swollen face and asked innocently, "Am I hurt?"
The three people in the back row laughed together.
Kolev laughed and scolded, "Enough, you guys, you are so vulgar and crude, you don't have the elegance and composure that professional pirates should have. It's extremely irrational to fight in the streets in this day and age! Think about it, how many great captains died on ordinary streets! Aren't these lessons enough?"
Mimi Li's eyes were full of passion as she stared at Yang Ming and said, "Can you teach me fighting skills, Uncle Hanton?"
"this……"
Yang Ming looked at Kolev.
This is another price.
"An excellent leader does not need to charge into battle, but to manage the overall situation," Kolev counselled. "You must remember, Mimi, a momentary verbal rush will not bring any substantial benefits. When facing the enemy, you must be calm, rational, and elegant, so that your companions will feel that you are reliable."
Mimily nodded thoughtfully.
Really, if Yang Ming had not seen the following scene on the bridge of his own pirate ship half an hour later, he would have almost believed what the old man said.
Kolev rolled up his sleeves, holding a large wrench in his hand, his old face flushed, his beard flying, pointing at the projection screen in front of him and cursing:
"Keep your lamb Leoton under control! She was the one who insulted my daughter first! I really want to shove your big nose up your asshole! When I was robbing the New Federation merchant ship, you were still running errands on my ship! Fuck you! Beat me up if you want!"
The burly man on the projection screen was no less impressive:
"Kolev, you old bastard! You must have fallen in love with the big crotches of those prisoners in Cole Harbor! Hahaha! This is not your era, Kolev! Kimo is ten times better than you! Ten times!"
"Main gun charging!"
"All guns charged!"
"Damn it! Go with them!"
The toothless old sailor quickly opened the protective shield.
"Kill these shameless people! They should be taught a lesson! Let them know who I am!"
The old lady in the apron lit the fire control button.
The bridges on both sides suddenly became busy.
Yang Ming grabbed the lightsaber hanging on his waist and said in a deep voice: "Give me an assault boat and two sets of space breathing equipment, and you put all your energy into the protective shield!"
The bustling bridge fell silent for two seconds.
Then it became noisy again, with vulgar language everywhere.
Kolev cursed for a long time and cut off the communication with the other ship.
The two pirate ships, wrapped in protective shields, confronted each other for a moment, then began to slowly retreat, aiming their guns at each other, and then gradually accelerated to get out of the effective range of the opponent's ion main guns and hypersonic missiles.
Yang Ming: …
It seems that he is the only one who really wants to kill the other person?
"This captain has traveled across the starry sky for decades and has never lost a fight!"
Kolev blew his beard proudly, then looked at Yang Ming with an expressionless face and spread his hands awkwardly: "This is the way pirates get along with each other. You have to get used to it."
Yang Ming turned and walked away : "I have requisitioned the gym on the ship. Please try to avoid it when I am here. Thank you."
Kolev's old face continued to be beaming with joy as he began to recount the thrilling verbal battles that had taken place over the years.
Mimili looked at Yang Ming's back as he left and suppressed the urge to chase after him.
She needed to think about how to make this powerful uncle closer to her.
…
"I didn't expect that in the real galactic civilization, getting a ship would be so expensive."
Yang Ming continued to sigh.
He was playing with the weightlifting bar, which was bent downward at both ends and was filled with metal cakes, but Yang Ming's arms were not sweating at all.
He locked the door of the gym and covered the two cameras, otherwise he wouldn't dare to do it directly.
'I have to exercise more.'
The Valkyrie might appear in front of him at any time, sword in hand, and no matter how powerful a force he could build up later, personal strength would always be the most solid guarantee.
Yang Ming continued to savor the expensive black market prices for those medium-sized pirate ships.
A new ship that could meet his needs would cost four million federal credits.
Even if you buy a second-hand ship, if it is in better condition, it will cost more than three million New Federation credit coins, and the black market does not accept loans or mortgages.
Moreover, the bulk of the cost of a ship lies in its use and maintenance.
The jump technology includes four steps: determining coordinates, coating to enter the subspace, opening the jump path, and making a space jump. The energy required for coating and opening the jump path is enormous, and the energy density requirement is also quite demanding.
This means that a spacecraft with a jump function must be at least 65 meters long.
(The distinction between ships by length is just for convenience and intuition. In fact, the function and value of a ship must take into account many factors.)
The energy problem is easy to solve. There are many "Dyson Cloud" charging stations on the busy star roads in the Milky Way. The toll required for a normal commercial voyage is about one percent of the total price of the ship.
But Yang Ming's purpose in building the ship is to search for the intelligent machine Twilight, which is located in a remote area and not on a busy trade route. This requires that the spaceship driven by Yang Ming must have enough capacity to carry more and better dark energy reaction batteries, as well as a super-high-speed engine suitable for direct navigation.
Ideally, Yang Ming would like to drive the spaceship there himself, which would require an expensive assisted driving system and a certain number of hull maintenance robots.
Also, due to the restrictions of various agreements of the Galaxy's intelligent machinery, ordinary shipborne robots have their own capabilities restricted, and the premium of systematic shipborne maintenance robots is quite high.
Yang Ming now understood a little bit why the game "Abyss" simplified most of the operating and obtaining difficulties, and why battleships and legions can only be operated by those with big capital and big groups.
A spaceship is a money-shredding machine!
Yang Ming needs to prepare at least 10 million new federal credit coins!
"I am a secondary ancient god life form and I am very short of money."
Of course, Yang Ming could recruit a group of cheap crew members, find the Omnic Twilights and then kill them; but Yang Ming felt that such behavior was beyond his acceptance.
There must always be a bottom line in life.
"Find a way to make money."
Yang Ming handed the "dumbbell" to his other hand and continued to think about making money.
I actually have a lot of conveniences:
He is helping out a broken pirate group, and the old leader, Kolev, is worth a lot of money;
He had a ready-made team to draw on, although half of the members were in their seventies and eighties.
'So I'm going to be a pirate next?'
Yang Ming frowned and kept thinking.
This time when he went to the black market, Kolev helped him buy two boxes of gene stabilizing liquid, and he also obtained three pieces of individual equipment, which meant he had a certain combat capability.
Kolev had discussed the cooperation intention with him before. Kolev would formulate a plan, and Yang Ming would receive a considerable reward after helping them .
Moreover, Yang Ming has already set his eyes on a fat sheep, and he will not feel any guilt if he kills it.
"Hanton, can I come in?"
Kolev's voice came out from the speaker in the corner.
"Hold on!"
Yang Ming glanced at the large barbell in his hand, quickly put it down gently, and pulled down most of the discus on it, then replied calmly:
"Come in, my wise first mate!"
"What are you doing here?"
Kolev appeared behind the door with Mimily, looked around with suspicion, and immediately got down to business:
"According to my intelligence, Kimo is on his way. He brought two ships with him. One is a 300-meter-class main gunboat, the Black Dragon, which I converted from a retired warship. The other is a 100-meter-class integrated combat ship."
"Oh," Yang Ming smiled, "Then we should run quickly."
"Yes," said Kolev, "Kimo is a real pirate. I admire this villain and thug. Since he only brought two ships this time, they must be filled with his trusted aides."
Mimili's pretty face, still bruised, was full of depression.
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Four years can indeed change a lot of things."
Kolev said seriously, "No, pirates are like this in their bones. They obey and fear the strong. The others should be waiting for Kimo and I to decide the winner, just like the replacement of the old and new lion kings in a lion group."
"So what are you going to do? Don't worry, my elderly first mate, for the sake of those two boxes of gene stabilizing fluid, I will help you solve some of your problems."
"I just had a plan in my mind," Kolev said, "I have a perfect hiding place, which is also the retreat I have been preparing for many years. I must get some parts to upgrade this ship before I can have a head-on battle with them, but this will take some time."
Yang Ming thought for a few seconds: "Is there any way to drag them to the ground battlefield?"
"This is not a good idea," Kolev said. "A main gunship suspended in the planet's near-Earth orbit has a strong dominance. Although the ion cannon will be damaged in the atmosphere, as long as the atmosphere is softened first, it can still exert a good power. We can only escape temporarily."
Yang Ming crossed his arms, frowned and asked, "So what's the problem now?"
"Before making the jump, I need to have a conversation with Kimo."
Kolev said:
"They all followed me before, and the ships they drove were all modified by me personally. I must declare this point to gain the moral upper hand. Many pedantic pirates will care about this, and this is the only way to pry open their loose relationship.
"Can you help me be the new face? Temporary first mate Hanton.
"All you need to do is put on the metal mask and let them know that I am cultivating new blood. That's enough."
Yang Ming rubbed his nose and pointed at the metal block that looked like fitness equipment beside him.
"Do you want me to hold these things behind you? How about some visual demonstration and intimidation?"
Kolev's forehead was immediately covered with black lines.
Oh, these stupid tall muscle men!
"Don't dress too conspicuously. A first mate who always steals the captain's limelight is unqualified!"
