"Now, activate your tractor beam."
"Tow the escape pod outside."
"Target Scrap Iron Star Ring, move forward at full speed."
"If you dare to play any tricks along the way."
Lin Feng's voice has no ups and downs.
"I will crush you into a pure green ball. Do you understand?"
"I understand! Grandpa, please sit tight!"
Babu rolled and crawled on the ground to repair the broken console.
Great Thousand World's first rule of survival: Always obey the absolute strong.
Ten minutes later.
A broken scavenger ship, dragging a huge escape capsule.
It turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the vast Cosmic Black Sea.
Chapter 426: Wanted Orders for Scrap Iron Star Ring, God Hunters
Location: Great Thousand World·Scrap Iron Star Ring Black Market
Three days later.
Spatial Jump after many bumps.
The scavenger spacecraft finally arrived at its destination.
Lin Feng stood in front of the broken window of the cab.
Look at the magnificent scene in front of you that shakes the universe.
It was a wreckage composed of tens of thousands of broken asteroids and countless scrapped star battleships.
A huge star ring forcibly joined together with extremely thick metal chains.
The diameter of the star ring far exceeds the entire Solar System.
It is densely covered with various dilapidated cyberpunk-style buildings.
Colorful neon lights flickered chaotically in the cold vacuum.
Countless spaceships of different shapes came in and out like a dense swarm of bees.
This is Scrap Iron Star Ring.
Great Thousand World The real no-no zone.
Chaotic, dirty, full of killing, but full of pathological vitality.
The spacecraft docked at a dilapidated metal dock outside the star ring.
Lin Feng asked Babu to settle the tens of thousands of refugees in the escape cabin.
He gave Babu the energy core shell that he had just extracted from the commander.
This thing is worth a fortune on the black market.
It is enough to allow these tens of thousands of people to obtain a legal black market identity and a safe haven.
Babu gratefully took the shell and ran to do some work.
After arranging everything.
Lin Feng walked into the inner street of Scrap Iron Star Ring alone.
The streets are crowded.
The air was filled with the smell of engine oil, low-quality alcohol and blood.
The universe is filled with all kinds of races.
There are soft-bodied creatures covered with tentacles selling organs.
A cybermercenary with full-body mechanization is wiping his firearm.
There are even immortal cultivators from other Sandbox Universe flying with swords.
here.
The power system was completely broken and reorganized.
Cultivation, magic, and technology are all mixed together.
Lin Feng saw a "God King" in Sandbox Universe that could destroy the world.
At this moment, a thick alloy iron chain is tied around his neck.
Being treated as a pet by an interstellar slave trader with a boar's head and walking around the streets.
Great Thousand World's cruel background is fully exposed.
The weak eat the strong, the only one here is Truth.
Lin Feng is wearing a gray hoodie.
Carrying Heaven-Opening Axe wrapped tightly in rags.
Seemingly walking inconspicuously among the crowd.
He needs to find a tavern or an information dealer.
Let's find out what the so-called "Godhunter Consortium" is all about.
It would be best to get the coordinates of their headquarters.
He was about to enter a tavern with a flashing metal sign.
suddenly.
On a huge holographic projection square in the center of the street.
A huge screen that was originally showing an advertisement for black market arms.
It flashed suddenly.
There was a harsh electronic noise.
Then, the entire screen turned into a dazzling blood red.
All the pedestrians on the street stopped in their hurry.
They all looked up.
The square suddenly became quiet.
On the screen, a clear high-definition wanted poster appeared.
In the center of the wanted poster is the unruly face of Lin Feng.
That was the last image sent back by the commander before his death before the Iron Fortress exploded.
In the image.
Lin Feng was carrying Heaven-Opening Axe with wild eyes and the remains of the commander under his feet.
Immediately afterwards.
A cold and heartless broadcast in the universal language.
Through countless speakers, it resounded in every corner of Scrap Iron Star Ring.
"Highest level red notice."
"Target: Unknown mutated human. Codename: Physical Thug."
"Crime: Destroying the Steel Fortress of Godhunter Consortium Seventh Squadron. Brutally murdering Commander Void Marauder Class."
"Reward amount: 100 million Perfect-Grade World Core."
"Life or death."
"Those who provide valid coordinate clues will be rewarded one million World Core."
"Published by: God Hunters Interstellar United Consortium Supreme Board of Directors."
As soon as this wanted order came out.
The entire originally noisy Scrap Iron Star Ring street.
A deathly silence fell for an instant.
You can even hear a pin drop clearly.
One hundred million World Core.
This is an astronomical number that can drive people crazy.
A World Core represents all the energy of a Sandbox Universe that has been drained.
One hundred million is enough to buy a small galaxy on the black market.
Enough for all bounty hunters, killers, interstellar pirates and desperadoes on Scrap Iron Star Ring.
Completely falling into irrational madness.
Lin Feng stands in the crowd.
He touched the rough stubble on his chin.
"World Core? It sounds like it's worth a lot of money."
"These bastards really think highly of Laozi."
He didn't hide.
He didn't even lower his hood to cover his face.
Just standing in the middle of the street, carefree and defenseless.
The gazes around me began to change.
Some eagle-eyed bounty hunters.
Immediately compared with the huge portrait on the holographic screen.
Then he stared closely at the man wearing a gray hoodie standing in the middle of the street.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
"It's him!"
"Live Physical Thug!"
"One hundred million World Core is on him! Kill him!"
I don't know who shouted first.
His voice became shrill and distorted due to extreme greed.
The whole street was boiling instantly.
Greed completely overwhelms reason and fear.
No one thinks about how terrifying a person who can destroy a fortress is.
They only have eyes for the 100 million bounty.
Dozens of heavily armed cybernetics wielded heavy plasma machine guns.
A dozen alien swordsmen with Higher-Dimensional energy lightsabers blocked both ends of the street.
There were even a dozen anti-matter sniper rifles specially designed to deal with starships set up in the second-floor windows of the nearby tavern.
Everyone's weapons were locked firmly on Lin Feng.
The murderous aura was so intense that it instantly dropped the temperature on the street to freezing point.
Lin Feng is surrounded.
A circle of death from which there is no escape.
Face hundreds of Great Thousand World top desperadoes.
Lin Feng sighed slowly.
He untied Heaven-Opening Axe, which was carried behind his back and wrapped in rags.
The rag slipped.
The dark golden heavy ax blade hit the metal floor heavily.
"Clang!"
A deep pit was created, and a large amount of dazzling sparks were splashed.
Lin Feng twisted his neck.
The cervical vertebrae bones made a crisp popping sound.
He looked around, looking at those eyes full of greed and murderous intent.
The corners of his mouth cracked into a fierce and bloodthirsty arc.
"One hundred million bounty."
"Want it?"
Lin Feng lifted the heavy Heaven-Opening Axe with one hand, pointing the ax blade directly at the crowd in front.
"Then use your lives in exchange."