Over several days, everything that could be scavenged from the abandoned space transfer station was completely stripped clean.
On the first day, all the weapons confiscated after the pirates surrendered and disarmed were crammed into six modified spacecraft, and two Escort Ships were assigned to transport them back to base.
Most of the confiscated Mobile Suits would be dismantled, with usable parts kept as spares. A small number might be repaired and then sold to organizations in need of Mobile Suits.
On the second day, various resources and energy supplies were loaded into the modified spacecraft. However, the sheer volume of resources and energy was overwhelming. Even after two days, the remaining twenty modified spacecraft could not hold it all, and even the Escort Ships were filled to capacity.
Seeing the outcome, Long Fei could not help complaining, "As expected of a long-established Pirate Group. They have so much stuff it's terrifying. Looks like raiding a few more old Pirate Groups would make us rich. Honest business doesn't earn nearly as much as these thieves and robbers."
In the end, they could only contact the base and arrange for transport ships to come haul the cargo.
On the fifth day, Zoshan Taro, tortured beyond recognition, knelt on the ground. To his right stood a row containing his Vice-commander and all the key members.
Long Fei stood before the railing on an overhead walkway, his gaze cold as he raised a hand and made a killing gesture.
A row of mercenaries raised their rifles and executed Zoshan Taro and his group. Then, the mercenaries who had carried out the execution walked over to the bodies lying in pools of blood and fired another shot into each head and heart.
Afterward, all the bodies were dragged to a nearby incinerator and cremated.
Standing beside Long Fei, Captain Fix, a colonel, reported, "Boss, all the assets under Zoshan Taro's name have been successfully transferred. Everything has been handled according to your instructions."
"Mm. Thanks for the effort."
"It was nothing, Boss. The brothers are all very grateful that you shared the spoils with everyone."
"You risk your lives for me, so I won't mistreat you. Whoever has talent, I'll employ them. Whoever has merit, I'll reward them. Whoever commits mistakes, I'll punish them. That's the Tianyi way of doing things—simple as that." After saying that, Long Fei left the scene.
"Boss, where are you going? Is there anything you need us to handle for you?"
"Nothing. Go get busy. I'm just returning to the mothership to study that captured Oni Yasha Mobile Suit. According to the information we pried out of Zoshan Taro, it was a Mobile Suit developed by an organization called Amaterasu. I want to see what is so special about it. It nearly handed my Gundam a crushing defeat."
"A crushing defeat?" Captain Fix did not understand what that meant. After watching his boss walk away, he scratched his head and looked at the other colleagues behind him.
They all looked at one another, their expressions showing that none of them understood what their boss meant by a crushing defeat.
(Note: There was no historical figure named Napoleon in this world.)
Captain Fix suddenly smacked his forehead. He had forgotten to ask the boss what should be done with the remaining surrendered pirates, who were currently being held in three modified spacecraft.
The Oni Yasha Mobile Suit had already been dismantled by the maintenance crew for research.
Long Fei arrived at the hangar, where the chief mechanic, Orbis, came over to his side.
"Boss, this Mobile Suit was dismantled yesterday, and we're studying it now. This is our current research report."
Long Fei accepted the tablet and looked over the research data.
"Their OS is quite advanced too."
"Compared to the OS you developed, Boss, there is still a gap. Their OS has to be adjusted for every pilot individually. Unlike the OS you recently developed, yours requires no adjustments from the pilot at all. All they need is one simulated battle, and it immediately designs technical data suited to that pilot. Then the pilot records their own technical data onto a dedicated chip and inserts it into the card slot in the cockpit of the Mobile Suit they operate. As the pilot's skills become more refined, the technical data automatically upgrades as well, making them even more formidable in battle." The more excitedly Orbis spoke, the more he admired the young boss before him. Long Fei was clearly much younger than him, yet he had developed so many astonishing technologies.
In truth, Long Fei had gained this OS technology from reading other science-fiction novels before he transmigrated into this world. After studying the software programs of this world's control systems, he dismantled and recompiled the OS software programs of various Gundams before creating this OS.
"I call this OS AOTOS. Its full name is Automatically Orchestrate the Operating System—the Automatically Orchestrate the Operating System. It is also the result of my years of research."
Orbis immediately gave his boss a thumbs-up.
The Automatically Orchestrate the Operating System had only been put into use around a month ago, and it had received praise from every Mobile Suit pilot. Naturally, only his mercenary group used this technology. The GM Mobile Suits sold outside did not have this system, and still used the same OS as before.
Long Fei had never considered selling this technology. Even if someone learned of it in the future and offered a high price, he would never sell it.
Long Fei looked over every part of the Oni Yasha suspended by mechanical arms, examining the hardware components exposed after the armor had been removed.
"It seems the hardware technology used in this Mobile Suit is no worse than that of a Gundam."
"That's true, Boss. However, their armor is not as protective as our Gundam armor. Not only is its quality inferior to the Gundanium Alloy used by the Gundams, even the quantity is inferior to ours."
"How so?"
"For the same volume, this Mobile Suit's armor weighs roughly twenty percent more than Gundanium Alloy. The Mobile Suit itself already weighs over ninety tons."
"Although there is no weight in space, mass still remains. I'm curious what kind of power system this Mobile Suit uses. Its output is no weaker than a Gundam's, and when its special ability is activated, it has enough output to suppress a Gundam."
"We are currently dismantling the fuselage."
A maintenance worker approached Long Fei and Orbis, holding a device about the size of a palm.
"Boss, Chief, this is something we found during the dismantling."
Long Fei took it and examined it, then said, "This is a tracking device. It seems that organization called Amaterasu did not trust that pirate captain very much either."
"Boss, how should we handle this tracking device?" Orbis asked for instructions.
"Try to see if you can use it to track them in reverse."
"Yes, Boss. We'll try, but we can't guarantee it will work."
Orbis took the tracking device.
"It's fine. Give it a try. If it doesn't work, destroy the tracking device."
"Hey, come take a look! We found an incredible power unit!"
A maintenance worker waved at everyone present and shouted.
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