Vanguard

Dias took out a dark gold item, grinned, wrote something, then cheerfully tore off the top sheet and stuck it in the most conspicuous position by the entrance. After being posted, the thin sheet, originally only palm-sized, expanded to the size of the black briefcase, and the flashing numbers and a dagger-shaped logo on it were quite dazzling.

This thing, made like a notice, was... a receipt?

When Xilin saw the logo, his pupils contracted, and his heart skipped a beat.

Vanguard! The logo of the Vanguard Hunter Group, one of the Star Alliance's Four Great Hunter Groups!

The Four Great Hunter Groups, unlike lone hunters or small groups, had grander goals that were astonishing. They were involved in discovering new habitable planets, opening up regions, and trading large quantities of mineral resources. Their targets could be a family, an organization, a city, or even a planet, or an unknown area in a star system, and they had the ability to accomplish them... These were not things ordinary hunters could handle.

It was worth mentioning that the electronic publication "Braveheart," with a contribution rating of over eighty, second only to "Glory" and "Cipher" in the Star Alliance, dedicated eighty percent of its pages in each issue to information about the Four Great Hunter Groups. One could imagine the influence of the Four Great Hunter Groups; they were entities that even the authorities had to consider.

The security team rushed over, but when the captain of the security team walked into the control room and saw the flashing "notice," his already somewhat dark face turned as black as coal, as if a layer could be scraped off. He looked up again, and someone was sitting in the captain's chair, leisurely eating fruit with a crisp crunch.

"Report, Captain, there were a total of twenty-four hijackers on board, twenty-three unconscious, and one dead. Passengers sustained minor injuries, no fatalities, and are being comforted..."

Listening to his subordinate's report, the security team captain's expression grew increasingly grim, wishing he could rush over and crush the hijackers to death.

Hijacked? What a joke! They attacked without even figuring out the other party's background, hijacking an experienced A-grade gene hunter? Were they all idiots?! Even if they were going to hijack, they were dealt with like children, unable to fight back. Living hijackers were worth more than dead ones, at least double the price. How much would the security team have to report? Most importantly, these hijackers were caught by someone this security team wanted to avoid but couldn't! But speaking of which, why would this guy come to a poor place like the X Star Zone? Logically, the X Star Zone had the least exploratory value.

The more the security team captain thought about it, the angrier he became. The veins on his forehead throbbed, and he kicked a few of his subordinates standing beside him out the door. The deputy captain who followed was somewhat displeased, thinking that disciplining subordinates shouldn't be done in front of outsiders; wasn't this exposing their own shame? However, after seeing the dazzling "notice," his expression instantly changed. With a deathly pale face, he turned and kicked a few people behind him.

It seemed their security team would be scolded when they reported back. For example, "Are the security team members eating shit?!" "Is your brain old? You can't even defend against such hijackers?" "Damn it, why are those Money Vampires here?!"

As he thought of this, the security team captain's facial muscles began to twitch uncontrollably. "Dias, Deputy Captain of the Vanguard's Sixth Detachment. I've heard of you."

Xilin had little exposure to information at the level of the "Vanguard," only knowing about the Four Great Hunter Groups and not much about their individual detachments.

No wonder Dias's expression was so strange when he saw Xilin's calm reaction after stating his name.

However, Xilin was truly surprised. As a deputy captain of a Vanguard detachment, Dias was too young? He looked no more than ten years older than Xilin.

Seeing the security team captain approach, Dias remained seated in the captain's chair, legs crossed. He wasn't surprised when the captain stated his name and origin, and said with a smile, "Yo, you recognized me."

The security team members' faces turned somewhat green. Who among the security team didn't know the dagger-shaped logo on that "notice"? They had corresponding knowledge of each fleet, and they had done their homework on the recent activities of the Sixth Fleet in the surrounding star zones. The core members of the Sixth Detachment were even blacklisted, guarded against like thieves, yet they still encountered them.

"According to relevant laws and contracts, you need to pay me a certain amount. I've already posted that receipt, and I hope you can fulfill it as soon as possible."...

"Of... course..." The security team captain squeezed out the words through gritted teeth. His heart was bleeding; their salaries would definitely be deducted. Who told them that the hijackers were dealt with by a "Money Vampire" hunter and not their security team?

Just then, the signal receivers and display screens in the control room began to go out of control.

"There's an external signal!" a crew member shouted.

As soon as the words fell, music with a strong rhythm began to play.

Six heavy cannon-like sounds occurred in succession with a certain rhythm, interspersed with chain-like musical notes, and the data and images displayed on all the electronic screens of the passenger ship also pulsed with the same rhythm. The noisy crowd in the passenger cabin suddenly fell silent, a seductive power that almost synchronized with their heartbeats spread with the music. The music, with its powerful momentum, gradually became ancient and distant, like a sharp knife piercing through various spaces.

Audio interference, signal assimilation!

This was Xilin's first time experiencing something like this. He had only learned about such things on TV or in magazines before, but experiencing it firsthand was much more shocking.

The prelude signal music of the Hunter Corps, the corps music, was a symbol, just like the Hunter Corps' emblem. The detachments under the Hunter Corps had some differences. For example, the six accented notes that just sounded meant it was someone from the Vanguard's Sixth Detachment.

A starship instantly appeared on the display screen, and above this starship, a giant dagger cursor appeared. Next to the dagger was the number "6".

Vanguard Sixth Detachment!

"Oh, the people picking me up are here. Sigh, I was planning to take a passenger ship."

Dias's tone was regretful, but his expression was smug, making the security team members wish they could just shoot him.

A face with a flamboyant smile suddenly appeared on the control room screen.

"Vice-Captain, are you teleporting directly or coming over yourself?"

The security team members were furious. They glared fiercely at the person in charge of operating the passenger ship's control room. That person looked innocent. The speed at which the other party remotely controlled the passenger ship's display screen was completely overwhelming.

"Nonsense, of course, I'm teleporting directly. Oh, right, set it for two people. I'm bringing a little guy over."

Xilin had a bad premonition.

After Dias roared at the screen, he turned to look at Xilin.

"Hey, Xilin, come with big brother and take a tour of the ship."

White light enveloped the two, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared from the control room.

The security team captain's face was grim. He said to the person at the control panel, "Retrieve their information on the passenger ship!"

"Uh... all data, information, videos, etc., related to the two of them have been deleted." The operator trembled.

"Useless!" The security team captain smashed the chair next to him with a punch.

A group of people lowered their heads and thought to themselves: They are from the Vanguard, how can they be dealt with so easily?

On the other side.

After Xilin was teleported onto the Vanguard's Sixth Detachment starship, he said to Dias, "I still have luggage on the passenger ship."

Dias was indifferent: "Items stored in the cargo hold are not important. They are dispensable to you."

As they were speaking, a changed tone of voice called out from a distance, approaching them.

"Vice-Captain, you're finally back!" A figure rushed over like the wind. Just as Xilin thought these two were about to perform a scene of a subordinate welcoming back a superior, the person's next sentence was in an impolite tone: "Where are the things?"

Dias seemed accustomed to this situation and directly threw five boxes over, including the large box Xilin had seen. The boxes were made of special radiation-shielding materials, and the contents inside were likely energy-related.

After holding the five boxes, the person turned around happily and prepared to leave.

"Hey, hey, Kari, what's the rush? Didn't you see I brought a guest?" Dias grabbed Kari's ear as he was about to leave, but there was no blame in his tone.

Kari bared his teeth, signaling Dias to go easy on his ear.

Xilin knew that was Kari deliberately ignoring him. Until they received recognition, they wouldn't show you any respect.

Kari, holding five boxes in one hand, freed the other, rubbed his ear, and then extended it. A formulaic smile was on his face, completely lacking the sincerity he showed when facing Dias.

"Hello."

A handshake.