The mothership's backup engine roared violently.
The ship rose crookedly from the ground and moved towards the three thousand chaebol warships with their hatches open in the sky.
Herman personally stood in front of the severely damaged bridge and yelled, "Stay steady! Don't let my noble man fall down!"
Lin Feng kicked the half-dead Raine to the corner, found a chair that was still intact, sat down, and clicked on the military terminal on his wrist.
A series of anonymous interstellar account information popped up on the screen.
With a ding, Graycrystal Star's share of Purple Gold Sourceflow Ore this year has been automatically allocated.
The production capacity is 80%, and the long string of zeros on the book makes people feel very comfortable.
Lin Feng Turn off the terminal and raise your head.
"Balen."
"Here!"
Balen ran over with a dozen shriveled Storage Bag on his back and a plasma cutting machine that was sizzling with blue fire in his hand, his face full of excitement.
"Go and inspect the goods." Lin Feng pointed at the battleships lined up outside.
"Commander Raine is generous and has given away his entire arsenal. You should be smarter and take away everything you can."
"Brother, don't worry!"
Balen said with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "I am the most polite person, I will never leave them even a screw!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Balen jumped out from the deck of the mothership, kicked his short legs in the air, and plunged into the nearest heavy cargo hold.
A brutal interstellar demolition officially kicked off.
Inside the cruiser, the private military forces of the chaebols that usually run rampant in Graycrystal Star were all huddled on both sides of the passage.
Hundreds of people squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, not even daring to breathe.
Balen walked in swaggeringly.
"Give way! Don't stop me from buying goods!"
He kicked open the alloy door of the weapons warehouse.
Looking at the dazzling array of equipment inside, Balen's eyes directly turned into the shape of gold coins.
High-energy pulse guns, individual anti-matter shoulder cannons, and boxes of Star Destroyer grenades were all picked up by him and swept into Storage Bag.
When the shelf was empty, Balen looked around, raised the cutting machine in his hand, and pointed it at the alloy weapon rack on the wall.
Sparks flew everywhere. Even the shelves and explosion-proof cabinets were cut into pieces and packed away.
The weapons depot has been emptied, and Balen is still not satisfied.
He walked along the passage to the main control room.
Captain is hiding behind the console and shivering.
Balen walked over, grabbed Captain by the collar, and threw him out the door.
With a pry of the large wrench, the protective panel of Main Control Console flew up on the spot.
"Oh! Source energy gold wire! Bloodthorn Consortium is so rich, use this thing as a data cable!"
Balen grabbed a handful of wires with both hands, kicked the countertop with both feet, and pulled it back violently.
Zhila!
Hundreds of priceless gold energy wires were pulled out, and the main control screen instantly went black.
The entire command module fell into a power outage.
Balen wrapped the wire around his waist and turned around to stare at the special seat Captain.
"The leather of this Star Beast is nice and soft. Take it back and give it to big brother."
With a few squeaks, the entire leather seat, including the base and hydraulic lever, was forcibly removed by Balen.
This is not over yet. Balen climbed along the maintenance channel to the bow of the ship and looked at the thick main gun.
"Big brother said, don't leave garbage."
Blue plasma flames spit out wildly.
Half an hour later, the battleship's main gun barrel was cut off abruptly, and the cut was smooth.
The soldiers of the private army turned green when they saw their warship being torn into pieces, and no one dared to say anything.
The evil star below who killed the commander with one punch is staring not far away. Whoever dares to touch this dwarf will be the anniversary of the death of the entire ship next year.
Herman's adjutant stood on the deck of the mothership, looking at the "castrated" battleships one after another in the sky, his Adam's apple rolling crazily.
"This is not an inspection..." The adjutant wiped away cold sweat, "Three thousand battleships are being used as scrap recycling bins!"
Lin Feng crossed his legs and whistled. "What? Do you have any opinion?"
"No! Absolutely not!" the adjutant quickly stood at attention and echoed loudly, "Mr. Balen is skilled in business and professional in his techniques. He is truly a role model for us!"
The demolition in mid-air continues.
When Balen dismantled the main control room of more than 400 battleships, the movement paused slightly.
This ship is the direct escort flagship of Raine, and its materials are much stronger than other warships.
A wrench opened the bottom of the console, and there was a mezzanine hidden inside.
There was a clang.
A palm-sized black metal box fell out.
Balen picked it up and took a look. There were several complicated gear patterns engraved on the surface of the black box.
The logo of Machine God Cult.
There is also a highest-level self-destruction encryption lock on the side of the box, and there is obviously something shady inside.
Balen rolled his eyes.
The fact that this thing can appear in the chaebol fleet definitely involves a big secret.
He straddled his short legs, his fat body blocking the view of the private soldiers outside, and stuffed the black box into his tight-fitting crotch with his backhand.
"This motherboard is burned, it's all garbage!"
Balen cursed and kicked the console, then carried the cutting machine and continued running towards the next target.
More than two hours passed.
The plutocratic fleet in the sky has been wiped out.
The external armor was removed, the gun barrel was cut, and even the radar antenna was poked out by Balen.
Three thousand battleships hovered miserably in orbit.
Balen stepped on a flying pedal and landed back on the mothership deck with satisfaction.
"Brother! It's done!" Balen patted his belly, "These people are so enthusiastic. Even the toilet door is made of titanium alloy. I couldn't help but remove it too."
Lin Feng stood up and moved his shoulders.
Herman ran up from the bottom of the cabin with his face covered in black and gray.
"Your Excellency!" Herman rubbed his hands and reported, "Three of the bottom power lines have been repaired, and we can barely start the Warp Jump engine."
Lin Feng nodded. "Then let's go. Go to Imperial Capital."
"But there's a problem."
Herman pointed to the left side of the mothership.
"It was blown up by Raine just now, and there was a big hole in the outer armor."
"The Spatial Turbulence is very large in the Warp Jump channel. Without armor protection, the ship will jolt violently when entering it, and it may break apart in the channel."
Lin Feng Looking in the direction he pointed, there were indeed several holes in the side of the mothership, and sparks were rising from the wiring inside.
"Lack of armor?"
Lin Feng raised his head and looked at the three thousand half-skinned chaebol warships in the sky.
He grinned.
"Isn't there a ready-made iron sheet on top?"
Lin Feng pulled out the long gun stuck on the deck.
"Balen, bring the cutting machine."
Lin Feng pointed to the largest heavy battleship at the front.
"Come on, come with me to peel off some good pieces of skin and patch them up."