"Boss, we really hit the jackpot this time! Hahaha!"
"Yeah! The Locke Conglomerate was practically swimming in money. Shame we couldn't have kept looting for a few more days."
"..."
Black Sail Pirates' haul had been enormous—so enormous that every Black Sail Pirate felt as though a windfall had dropped straight into their laps.
They were the strongest among the pirates, and their haul this time was undoubtedly the largest among the Pirate Crews.
"Heh! Tell the boys we're celebrating for three days once we get back to base. Rewards according to merit!" Flint was clearly in an excellent mood too, and generously began handing out perks.
"Yeah!" The pirates erupted in cheers.
A smile spread across Flint's face.
Beyond the considerable wealth, weapons, and equipment they had seized, what pleased him most was undoubtedly the large number of military industrial specialists and production facilities they had plundered.
Just as Nie Yun had set his sights on the Ryan Race, Flint had had a clear objective from the start.
He had passed over the tempting major concentrations of wealth. Instead, he had specifically selected the Locke Conglomerate's famous industrial planets, mecha manufacturing centers, large space dockyards, weapons manufacturing and research centers, and so on. All of them had become Black Sail's targets.
Building a weapons industry of his own, finally shoring up Black Sail's weakness, and putting it on the path to becoming a powerful, independent gang-this had always been Flint's ambition!
Why had Black Sail allied with the Locke Conglomerate?
Wasn't it precisely because they lacked the ability to manufacture weapons and had to rely on an outside power?
Now that this heaven-sent opportunity had arrived, how could he let it slip away?
Having an independent military industry of their own in the Shattered Star Region meant more than