Tyler lay on the floor tiles and kowtowed.
The skin on his forehead was smashed, and his face was covered with blood and mud.
"I said! I'll do it all!"
Tyler shouted at the top of his lungs.
"I pressed the physical deadlock in the dungeon in the main control room!"
"I also sent the surveillance video to Raine!"
"I can't afford to offend either side. They put a gun to my head, and I am forced to do nothing!"
Balen stuffed half of the floor tiles he just picked up into Storage Bag, and jumped up when he heard this.
He pulled out a large wrench and pointed at Tyler's nose.
"Okay, you damn fat guy! I knew it wasn't that simple to cut off the power to the elevator!"
Balen's face was trembling.
"They almost suffocated us to death four thousand meters underground, delaying me from demolishing the walls!"
"Brother, don't talk nonsense to him, I'll smash his pig head with a wrench!"
He raised the wrench above his head and was about to smash it down.
Tyler put his head in his hands and howled miserably.
Lin Feng stretched out his hand to block Balen.
"Why kill him?"
Lin Feng lowered his head to look at Tyler, then crushed Raine's face twice with his toes.
"In this poor place, if we kill him, who will stay and work for me?"
Tyler opened his eyes, crawled forward two steps using his hands and feet, and hugged Lin Feng's military boots.
"Yes, yes! I can work! I'm very useful!"
"Sir, spare your life! Leave me alone, Graycrystal Star will be your back garden from now on!"
"If you tell me to go east instead of west, I will be a dog for you!"
Lin Feng shook off Tyler's hand.
"Balen, do you have a contract?"
Balen was stunned for a moment, then rummaged through the several Storage Bags on his waist.
After a while, he took out a portable holographic recorder and several blank contract crystal cards with the highest legal stamp of the Silverfrost Empire.
"Bring it! Black Market high-level soul contract card!"
Balen Open the input device.
"Brother, if you drop blood and press your fingerprints, your neurons will burn out and your brain will die if you breach the contract!"
Herman's adjutant came over, stared at the steel seal on the crystal card, and gasped.
Anti-counterfeiting stamp from the Imperial Ministry of Justice!
When these people go out to purchase goods, they even prepare blank contracts for the legal department in advance?
This is the ancestor of habitual criminals!
Lin Feng crossed his arms to his chest and raised his chin towards Tyler.
"Draw up a list."
"First, I want 80% of the annual output of Purple Gold Sourceflow Ore from this Graycrystal Star."
"Transfer it directly to my personal account and liquidate it at the end of the year. If you lose one or two, I will come back and pick your head off."
Tyler's face trembled.
Eighty percent?
Graycrystal Star The total output in a year is not much to begin with, and the Governor's Mansion still has to manage it from top to bottom, and maintain the operation of millions of garrison troops and star ports.
With 80% taken away, the Governor's Mansion can only take the people of the whole planet to drink from the northwest wind.
Tyler swallowed dryly and tried to raise his head.
"Sir... is it probably 80%..."
Balen took a wrench and knocked Tyler on the forehead.
"What nonsense!"
"I didn't ask you to hand it all over, it's because of my great mercy!"
"One more word and I'll change it to ninety-nine percent!"
Tyler didn't dare to say anything anymore, for fear that Balen's hand tremors would really change.
He bit his thumb and pressed his fingerprints on the contract crystal card while trembling.
A red light flashed, the contract came into effect, and the name Tyler was left at the bottom of the crystal card.
Balen transfers the input device to Lin Feng.
"Brother, this old boy has finished signing, what do you do with the rest?"
Lin Feng looked down at Raine at his feet.
Raine's blood flowed all over the floor.
The hole in the chest where the power furnace was dug out was still emitting black smoke.
Raine opened his swollen eyes, gritted his teeth and spit out blood.
"Don't even think about it..."
"Bloodthorn Consortium's property... you can't take away even a cent..."
Lin Feng smiled.
"What a coincidence, I like those with hard bones."
He took his feet away from Raine's face and squatted down.
Raine also has two spare micro power furnaces embedded in his chest, which are glowing red to maintain life.
"Balen, write it down."
Lin Feng pointed to the sky.
"He brought 3,000 ships, which seriously disrupted local security."
"Mental damages must be included."
Balen's fingers tapped on the recording device.
"Understood!"
"Article 2, Bloodthorn Consortium Garrison No. 3 and No. 4 Fifth Fleet, all battleship weapons depots are open unconditionally, and Party A can choose to take them away!"
Raine heard this sentence, his eyes bulged outward.
"You're dreaming!"
Lin Feng reached out and pierced the armor on Raine's chest.
His palms penetrated the flesh.
Raine didn't have time to react, Lin Feng closed his fingers, grasped a running power furnace and pulled it out.
The nerve pipeline was forcibly torn off, and the second power furnace was pulled out alive.
Blood splashed.
"Ah!"
Raine screamed, his whole body arched on the deck, and his limbs twitched.
Lin Feng raised the bloody power furnace to Raine's eyes and pinched it with his fingers.
With a click, the cosmic-grade pressure-resistant shell shattered on the spot.
The internal high-energy reactor exploded with sparks, purple light flashed, and the core turned into a pile of scrap metal.
Lin Feng let go and the scrap metal fell on Raine's face.
"What now?"
Lin Feng said, moving his hand to the last power furnace on Raine's chest.
That is the replacement heart used by Raine to extend his life.
If you pull it out, the person will die.
Raine looked at Lin Feng's hand hanging on his chest, his eyes changed.
This young man doesn't play his cards according to common sense. As long as he says "no" again, his hand will come down.
"Sign..."
Raine squeezed out the word in his throat and lost all strength.
Balen handed over the contract crystal card.
Raine couldn't lift his hand, so he moved his unbroken finger and wiped a handful of blood on the crystal card.
The red light lights up again and the treaty comes into effect.
Balen put the contract crystal card into his arms and wiped the blood of the recording device on Tyler's clothes.
Lin Feng stood up and flicked his wrist, looking up at the sky.
Three thousand battleships are parked in low-Earth orbit.
The thruster was glowing red, and he didn't dare to fire or run, he froze in place.
Lin Feng raised his blood, and the sound penetrated the atmosphere and entered the public channel of three thousand battleships.
"Listen up there."
"Your commander has sent me the weapons arsenal, signed in black and white."
"Stop the engines and get in line to open the hatches."
"Who dares to run away? My spear doesn't have eyes."
There is no movement in the channel, only the sound of electricity.
After a while, a heavy destroyer in front opened the bottom cargo compartment door.
Then the second and third ship...
The cargo bay doors of the three thousand battleships opened one after another.
Lin Feng turned around and looked at Herman who was standing on the edge of the mothership.
Herman is wiping sweat with his sleeve.
Lin Feng walked over, raised his hand and patted Herman twice on the shoulder.
Snap, snap.
Herman's legs went weak, and the expression on his face was uglier than crying.
"Has the boat been repaired?" Lin Feng asked, tilting his head.
"Repaired... Part of it was repaired." Herman stuttered. "Three backup circuits of the power system were repaired, and it can barely fly."
Lin Feng nodded.
"Just enough to be able to fly."
"Get the boat aboard."
Lin Feng pointed at the chaebol fleet with its hatch open in the sky.
"Come on, let's go up and inspect the goods one by one."
"After purchasing this batch of goods, let's go to Imperial Capital."