Robbery

The seats were connected in a row of three. Dias sat to Xilin's right, and to Xilin's left sat a teenager of similar age.

After the teenager sat down, he fidgeted for a while, seeming a bit anxious. Seeing Xilin frown slightly, he pulled at the corner of his mouth and said, "Buddy, don't be nervous. The flight paths of passenger ships departing from Planet X-C100 are precisely calculated. Unlike passenger ships from other planets, their safety factor is tens of times higher. The chance of encountering magnetic field anomalies is less than 0.01%, and the chance of encountering interstellar bandits is even smaller. Moreover, flights from X-C100 are protected by special laws..."

Listening to the teenager's mostly self-comforting chatter, Xilin glanced at Dias's slightly upturned lips, always feeling that this guy's smile was a bit malicious.

After the passenger ship entered warp flight, the sound of conversations gradually ceased. Passengers needed to exert more energy to suppress the discomfort of this state. Xilin, on the other hand, closed his eyes, reclined his seat, pulled up the blanket, and began to sleep.

Dias watched Xilin's reaction and found it amusing. This little guy slept so soundly. It seemed he was used to it, possessing good physical and psychological resilience.

Unbeknownst to Dias, this was actually Xilin's first time sleeping during warp flight. However, even in his sleep, every hair on Xilin's body was sensing the surrounding situation, especially any killing intent. Even the slightest bit would wake Xilin from his sleep.

However, before Xilin could sleep for long, a sudden jolt startled him awake.

"Electromagnetic interference and obstacle fields are affecting the control of the helm. The pulse drive is also not operating normally. Such changes won't last long for the operating system. The passenger ship is disengaging from warp state," Dias calmly analyzed the current situation. "It's likely external deliberate interference. If I'm not mistaken, we've encountered interstellar bandits."

Upon hearing "electromagnetic interference and obstacle fields," the teenager next to Xilin turned pale with fright. Dias's next sentence, "interstellar bandits," was undoubtedly an unbearable blow to the teenager, who then fainted directly.

Dias's voice was not loud, and only the three of them could hear him. However, other passengers had their own speculations, with panic being the common thread.

Another violent jolt, followed by the crackling sound of electricity, and a deep, arrogant voice echoed throughout the passenger ship.

"We apologize to all our dear passengers. This passenger ship is temporarily under our control. If you don't want to die, stay in your seats obediently. The guns in our hands don't negotiate. Oh, and by the way, I don't like noise. Anyone who shouts loudly will join the floating debris in space."

Interstellar bandits!

For a moment, the cabin was filled with rapid, anxious breaths and whimpers.

Xilin analyzed in his mind. Since these bandits dared to hijack a passenger ship from Planet X-C100, they must have made thorough plans. The fact that they evaded the patrolling security team and incapacitated all the guards on the ship in a short period without any intense confrontation or explosions was enough to indicate that there was a nine-tenths chance of an accomplice already arranged on the ship. Moreover, due to the protection of relevant special laws, arbitrarily killing passengers on a transit planet's passenger ship would result in brutal pursuit and hunting by the military. Judging by the bandits' tone, at this stage, they wouldn't kill the people on the passenger ship for now. It was estimated that the guards were only temporarily incapacitated. However, nothing was certain. Bandits were bandits, after all. Who knew if they would shoot you just because they didn't like your face?

He glanced at Dias, who was leisurely crossing his legs and swaying beside him. Xilin felt that this matter must have something to do with this guy. Alas, he was caught in the crossfire. However, Xilin felt more curiosity. What exactly did this A-class gene individual beside him want?

Before long, over a dozen bandits wearing ferocious masks walked in, guns in hand, and went straight to Dias. A dozen guns were pointed at Dias.

"Get up and come with us!"

Dias was quite cooperative. He spread his arms, fingers splayed, indicating he had no intention of resisting.

"Oh, right," Dias said, turning back to Xilin as he took a couple of steps. "Hey, buddy, keep an eye on my food for me. I haven't eaten much of that compressed tortilla yet."

Xilin's eyebrows twitched. Damn it! Are we that close? What does it matter to me if you haven't finished your tortilla? Besides, in this situation, who would be bored enough to steal your half-eaten tortilla with clear bite marks? He's clearly trying to drag me down with him!...

As expected, the bandit leading the group pointed his gun at Xilin. "Take him too!"

Xilin had no doubt that Dias's eyes behind his sunglasses were full of foxy smiles.

The other people in the cabin didn't even dare to breathe deeply, for fear that the bandits would target them.

Under the gaze of more than a dozen gun muzzles, Xilin and Dias were taken to the main control room. The original captain and helmsmen were lying unconscious in a corner. As Xilin had predicted, these bandits hadn't killed anyone, but what would happen next was unknown.

"Boss, we've brought the person."

The person sitting in the captain's seat turned his chair around. He was fiddling with a gun, also wearing a mask. However, he didn't look at Xilin but stared directly at Dias, "Where's the item?"

They had already searched through all the luggage stored in the cargo hold, but they hadn't found what they were looking for.

Dias didn't play dumb. "It's on me."

The man playing with the gun paused and said in a deep voice, "Take it out."

Nearly twenty gun muzzles were pointed at Dias. If he made the slightest wrong move, they would open fire.

Dias shrugged. "I'm telling you, I can give you the item, but don't let your guns go off accidentally. If I die, you won't get the item either."

As he spoke, Dias twitched his arm. A silver ring slid from his arm to his wrist. He seemed to have touched some part of the ring, and the thin ring transformed into a bracelet about three centimeters wide.

A Subspace Product! And its quality wasn't just good; it was exceptionally good. This single ring was worth far, far, far more than this passenger ship!

The robbers were all discerning individuals. Even though they were wearing masks, Xilin knew their eyes were gleaming with greed.

Dias took out a large black box. Xilin had seen this box in the dining hall. He never expected that this box, which Dias had been openly carrying around, would be the target of these robbers. Xilin had no doubt about the value of the contents inside, but was Dias too ostentatious?!

He's doing it on purpose, this guy is definitely doing it on purpose!

Xilin's muscles tensed, ready for action. Dias was full of schemes and would never compromise so easily.

After taking out the box, Dias directly threw it to the person sitting in the captain's seat. The moment that person was about to catch the box, all the lights in the control room went out.

Damn it! This guy really made his move!

just before the lights went out, Xilin saw a point on Dias's bracelet flash, accompanied by strange Interference Waves. Many people wouldn't notice these waves, but the chip in Xilin's body reacted, allowing Xilin to respond immediately and dodge.

As expected, the darkness was followed by a barrage of gunfire and light bullets.

Dias made his move!

Xilin didn't need night vision lenses. His eyes spontaneously changed, rod cells proliferating in his retina, his pupils dilating to 90% of the eyeball's surface. The light emitted by a single Laser Gun firing was enough for Xilin to see the entire control room clearly, let alone so many guns firing simultaneously. To Xilin, it was like having searchlights installed.

Dias lived up to his A-Class Genotype. With decisive movements and precise force, he struck true. He didn't even use a weapon, and in the span of a breath, he had incapacitated more than half of the robbers here. He didn't kill them directly, only rendering them unable to act.

Xilin didn't believe Dias was being soft-hearted. From a Hunter's perspective, living robbers were worth more than dead ones.

One robber took out a backup light source, but even with the light, they struggled to track Dias's movements. He was too fast, leaving them no time to aim. Moreover, these robbers probably hadn't anticipated the entire control room going dark. They hadn't brought infrared or scanning electronic scopes.

The entire process took less than ten seconds. Describing these robbers as utterly defeated would not be an exaggeration. The disparity in strength was obvious.

The last robber was clever. He grabbed an unconscious crew member and used him as a shield, preparing to take him hostage. But before he could speak, a "crack" sound came from his throat, making him the only one of the robbers in the control room to die.

"I hate it the most when people threaten me," Dias said, his tone so calm it was devoid of any disturbance, as if he were stating a common, well-known fact.

The situation resolved, all light sources reactivated, and the control room was once again illuminated. Xilin's eyes returned to normal.

Without even glancing at Xilin, who stood beside him, Dias fiddled with several control panels.

A large screen unfolded, displaying rapidly moving intersecting coordinate lines. It then locked onto several fast-moving light spots – these were the Interstellar Bandits who had been patrolling other parts of the passenger cabin, fled when they realized things had gone south.

With the targets locked, Dias unceremoniously deployed the Photon Torpedoes equipped on the passenger ship. Xilin's lips twitched. Using the passenger ship's Photon Torpedoes required entering multiple Ciphers? This guy had already figured them out?

Explosion after explosion bloomed like fireworks, reducing the bandits' fighter craft to scrap.

"Yay!" Dias hummed a little tune and broke into a dance. After picking up the boxes that had fallen to the floor, he approached Xilin. "The Security Team will be here within a minute. Hey, Xilin, no offense, but when you heard about the Interstellar Bandits, you should have looked panicked. When you saw their guns, you should have been terrified, not poker-faced. That's because the passengers' expressions and every move are recorded by the surveillance cameras installed on the ship. Your behavior is practically screaming 'guilty,' and the Security Team will take you back for a thorough interrogation." Dias deliberately emphasized the word "thorough."

Xilin shot Dias a sideways glance. "So? You sat next to me specifically to drag me into this mess, didn't you?"

Dias chuckled, not denying it.

"For the bandit incident, the Passenger Transport Company and the Security Team will give passengers compensation fees. If you're willing to self-harm, they'll give you even more."

Xilin remained noncommittal.