Feng Jun had come to the Godstop Galaxy for those consciousness entities. There was no helping it—he had become addicted to fleecing sheep and simply could not stop.
In any case, he did not believe he was meddling in Bian Ji's affairs. Even if Elder Bian Ji came demanding an explanation, he had more than enough justification.
The moment he set foot on the production planet in the Godstop Galaxy, the Big Shot issued a warning. "There's a small problem. That bastard has control over all the satellite and surveillance systems. We need to be extra careful at the start."
Feng Jun was not particularly surprised. If a dignified artificial intelligence could not even manage that much, he would have thought less of it. "Senior, what do you suggest we do?"
After pondering for a moment, the Big Shot asked, "Should we impersonate a Human Federation warship and knock out those satellites first? I don't like being watched while I'm working."
After giving it some thought, Feng Jun felt the Big Shot's tactics were a little too rigid. "Since there are so many large consciousness entities, I think we should just seize them directly. Taking out the satellites and surveillance first would certainly be good, but if it alerts it and lets those consciousness entities escape, that would be bad."
After a pause, he added, "It would be best to destroy some of the power generation facilities too. It has a great demand for electricity."
The Big Shot replied with a hint of frustration, "I like large harvests too, but once we make a move, we may not be able to conceal ourselves... It is never wrong to think highly of an opponent. Those satellites and surveillance systems may expose our methods."
Feng Jun could not help admiring the Big