Chapter 33 Silence
"Oh, Hanton, your plan..."
Kolev looked at the projection screen covered with Sherman Empire language written by Yang Ming, his brows slightly frowned, and then gradually relaxed.
"It looks very feasible," the old man said.
Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Kolev quickly frowned and said, "But I need to pay a bill of at least several million for this."
"Are you short of money?" Yang Ming hooked his arms around Kolev's neck.
"No shortage."
"Then can you live forever?" Yang Ming asked again.
Kolev snorted, "How is that possible! I can only live another ten or twenty years at most. There's no way I can reach the average life expectancy of 120 years that those noble lords are trying so hard to raise. I have too many hidden injuries on my body. In order to heal the injuries, my cells have accelerated division several times, and my telomeres have been worn out too severely."
"Then what's the point of keeping the money? Can you still feel happy after you die?" Yang Ming's eyes were full of compassion.
Kolev was stunned by the question and was still confused.
Yang Ming said seriously, "Kolev, your money is just accompanying you in another form. It has become part of your assets. Besides, when you take back the six pirate ships, you can sell one or two of them. After all, by then, you will definitely not have so many crew members to operate them."
“Oh, this…”
Kolev fell into deep thought while looking at the projection screen.
Yes, Yang Ming’s idea was great. Although this plan was risky, it was indeed more reliable and more feasible than his previous plans.
"Hanton," Kolev made a decision.
"Um?"
"After I met you, my wealth has continued to shrink. I don't know whether it is lucky or unfortunate."
Kolev shook his head and sighed :
"Give me some time to prepare. The most important things are a small spaceship with strong stealth performance and an expensive bionic robot, which are not easy to obtain."
"Do you want to bring Mimili over to do this together?" Yang Ming tried to suggest.
"This is a men's war," Kolev said, "Let the women and children hide first."
"You will be criticized for doing this, Kolev."
"I'm a pirate! A pirate!"
Kolev walked angrily to his lounge:
"The Star Patrol will shoot me before the feminists get a chance to question me! I haven't even got my pirate crew back yet and I'm already bleeding! Oh, my god! I haven't spent this much credits in ten years!"
Yang Ming leaned against the star chart device, staring at his perfect plan, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Just because of this old man's stinginess.
He must be worth a lot!
…
After tedious and secretive purchasing and preparation work, Captain Yang Ming and his first mate began to formally implement their plan.
A dark blue stealth assault boat quietly slid into the quiet asteroid belt.
Yang Ming was driving the boat, and the assisting driver was Molly No. 2 who had entered the stealth boat's operating system; Kolev kept a close eye on the integrated detection equipment, and if there were any abnormal data, they would immediately abandon the action and turn around and leave.
The tortoise-shell-like Feinan was parked behind an asteroid in the rear, in complete silence.
"Hanton, Mimi seems to be crying because of anger. Molly told me... Mimi is very unhappy that I forbade her to open that pirate ship. What do you think we should do?"
An old man tried to start a homely conversation.
But Yang Ming had no time to deal with him.
He stared intently at the auxiliary lines that appeared on the glass ahead, calculating the subsequent crooked route, and his hands holding the square rudder were as steady as a rock.
When they reached an area with a relatively easy route, Yang Ming couldn't help but complain: "Why did you choose to place the pirate base in the asteroid belt?"
Kolev smiled and said, "There is a channel I opened up in the other direction. This is the best barrier. Even if we are tracked by patrol warships, we can easily find a place to hide."
Yang Ming said: "So, isn't it invaded by us now?"
Kolev was a little speechless.
This slow voyage lasted for more than an hour. Under Kolev's guidance, the stealth boat easily crossed the lax warning line, with its forward and reverse engines outputting at minimum power at the same time, maintaining relative stillness with a meteorite in front.
Behind the meteorite is a small metal-framed spaceport, with a protective shield protecting the brightly lit buildings.
Two 200-meter-class pirate ships and one 300-meter-class pirate ship were docked in the dock, and they were docked outside the protective shield.
Through the nearly vacuum environment, Yang Ming seemed to hear the lively voices inside the protective shield.
"Release the spores," Yang Ming ordered in a low voice.
Molly Two's synthesizer voice chimed in: "Repeat, release spores."
Kolev tapped the projection screen with his hands quickly, "Okay, release the spores."
The sleek stealth boat opened its tail fin, and electronic devices as small as mosquitoes flew out and quickly dissipated.
The stealth boat hovered there motionless.
Kolev stared at the screen in front of him nervously. Tiny spots of light appeared on it, slowly approaching the three target ships.
A few minutes later, all three ships were surrounded by light spots .
However, these tiny particles did not attract any attention from the pirate patrol team.
"Okay, let's get out of here."
Kolev whispered.
Yang Ming skillfully pulled the rudder and slowly headed back the way he came.
Get out of the enemy patrol area.
Get out of the enemy's radar search area.
When flying out of this "starry sky and rocky hill", Yang Ming's forehead was covered with sweat and he complained: "This is much more tiring than teaching Mimili swordsmanship."
"Don't accelerate too fast. Only by accelerating smoothly can the concealment of this small boat be fully utilized," Kolev reminded. "There is also a big shark swimming fast in this airspace. We must be extremely careful."
"Don't worry, first mate."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "My luck has always been good."
Molly No. 2 suddenly spoke: "I have sensed the detection frequency. A small detection ship has appeared. It is predicted that its route will intersect with our ship."
Yang Ming's smile suddenly froze on his face.
Damn, what a crow’s mouth!
A jumping signal beacon appeared on the radar chart.
"Retreat," Kolev said immediately, "We must retreat! This is most likely a survey ship from the Guel Alliance!"
"No, that's not right, Kolev. We retreated too far. The enemy should be eyeing this meteorite belt! We discovered them, which means we are also within their detection range, but our stealth function played a role."
Yang Ming whispered, raised his hand and quickly pressed the row of buttons in front of him.
"Molly, first make the spacecraft still relative to the asteroid belt, and then shut down the engine."
Kolev immediately understood what Yang Ming was going to do. He turned his head to look at the meteorite belt that was still in his sight, quickly turned off several instruments at hand, and fastened his seat belt.
After more than ten seconds, the stealth boat kept pace with the meteorite belt.
"Shut down the engine and let the residual heat cool down," Molly No. 2's report became softer.
Yang Ming whispered, "Turn off the active radar."
"We'll be blind!" Kolev whispered.
Molly No. 2 repeated Yang Ming's words: "Turn off the active radar."
A tiny speck of light appeared in the depths of distant space.
The cockpit was completely dark.
Yang Ming leaned forward and crouched in front of the square mechanical rudder, his eyes fixed on the light spot that was getting closer and closer.
The other party's driving speed was not slow.
"Number Two cuts off the encrypted communication with us and maintains the same frequency band noise."
"Okay, cut encryption..."
Molly No. 2's voice suddenly stopped, leaving only two breathing sounds, one light and one heavy.
Kolev's breathing became a little rapid.
"Kolev," Yang Ming asked in a low voice, "Do the spores we spread have antennas? How do they communicate with us?"
"They are components, like electronic viruses that invade software systems. They will invade the gaps in the hull of the spacecraft when the spacecraft opens its external compartment, looking for opportunities to connect to the circuit system, and then use the spacecraft's own antenna to communicate with us."
Kolev stared out the porthole and said quickly:
"The next drop location will be easier. Now is the most difficult part of the entire plan. There won't be your lover waiting nearby."
Yang Ming laughed and said, "Come on, Lina is a great white shark. I just want to clean her up now - clean up the memory of me."
The light spot appeared forty-five degrees to the front right.
Yang Ming calculated the opponent's speed, pressed his finger on a relatively hidden button on his left hand, opened the safety cover on it first, and counted down three numbers in his heart.
Total battery off.
Life support system shut down.
Yang Ming held his breath and placed his finger on the battery button, leaving the remaining oxygen in the cabin to Kolev.
The light spot appears thirty degrees to the front right.
Twenty degrees.
Fifteen degrees.
Fifth degree.
In front of.
Five degrees forward and left.
Fifteen degrees forward and left.
"I'm having trouble breathing..."
Kolev's face began to turn red and the temperature of the cabin door was slowly dropping.
Still have to wait.
Kolev raised his hands to cover his neck.
Yang Ming was a little hesitant.
Although it is a bit risky to restore the power supply to the ship now, we have to take a gamble. After all, it will take some time for the oxygen content to return to normal, and the old man's brain cannot be deprived of oxygen.
Yang Ming pressed the main battery switch, the life support system started, and the oxygen content in the cabin rose rapidly.
Kolev was slumped in his chair, breathing in less than he should and out more than he should.
Yang Ming turned his head and looked at him, and asked sincerely: "Do you want me to give you artificial respiration, first mate? We should prepare two cans of emergency oxygen or portable space suits in advance."
Kolev waved his hands, coughed violently twice, and his lungs began to work violently.
The light spot appeared sixty-five degrees to the left in front.
Yang Ming resumed his normal breathing and slumped down in his chair. He raised his eyebrows at Kolev and said with a smile, "First Mate, what did that ship look like?"
"How did you do it, Hanton... and still have so much energy..."
Kolev wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes a little blurry, and said slowly:
"It's probably a motorboat-shaped exploration ship, a bloated big thing, so that more instruments can be stuffed in it. But what I am sure is that the several alliance technicians on it should be drinking coffee and chatting about the motor butt of a crew member... They haven't noticed us yet."
"Let's go, they should be on a scheduled cruise."
Yang Ming quickly turned on a series of buttons in front of him, and the virtual image of Molly No. 2 appeared between the two of them, floating quietly.
"Captain, based on the analysis of the current situation, you have not been exposed."
"No. 2, you take the helm," Yang Ming said, "Return to the mothership."
"Okay, we are about to execute the return to the mothership operation."
The projection interfaces in front of Kolev were restored one by one. He looked at the real-time data of the three pirate ships, and a relaxed smile gradually appeared on the corners of his mouth.
"The fun begins, Hamton. From now on, no one can stop us! No one!"
