Special operations team members carry heavy pulse guns.
All muzzles are locked Lin Feng.
The leading officer who had been kicked away just now was stuck in the armor sandwich. His breastplate was shattered into iron slag and there was no movement.
"Fire!"
A roar came from the armored communication channel.
The special operations team member at the front pressed firmly on the trigger.
Can't buckle.
Their fingers stopped on the outside of the trigger, and their whole arms trembled wildly.
A circle of purple-gold physical energy and blood exploded with Lin Feng as the center.
The gravity field inside the bottom tank completely collapsed.
Click!
The floor beneath the special operations team's feet sunk downwards.
"Hold on!"
"The auxiliary skeleton is fully powered!"
Someone forcibly bent down to pick up the weapon. As soon as his fingers came out, his knee smashed directly through the cabin board.
A shrill alarm went off inside the heavily armored explosion-proof suit.
The hydraulic support rods broke one after another, and the high-pressure air valve sprayed white mist outwards.
Lin Feng raised his hand and rubbed his ears.
"Noisy."
As soon as he spat out a word, his huge mental power savaged all around him.
More than a dozen special forces members spurted out blood, and the communication modules in their helmets exploded with a series of electric sparks.
The whole place was dead silent.
They opened their mouths but no sound came out.
Lin Feng tilted his head and looked at Balen.
"What are you still doing?"
Balen was still holding the piece of purple gold ore in his arms. He quickly pushed the ore into the corner and pulled out the large wrench.
"Brother, how do you want to deal with it?"
"People stay." Lin Feng glanced at the special forces on the ground, "Don't waste the equipment."
Balen rushed into the crowd carrying a wrench.
"Who put a gun to my head just now?"
A special operations team member raised his wrist with difficulty.
"If you dare to attack Imperial Capital Defense Force, all three races will be killed..."
Dang!
The wrench hit the middle of the helmet.
The high-strength military helmet was dented inward, and the team member rolled his eyes and collapsed on the ground.
Balen took advantage of the situation and sat on it, grabbing the buckles on the edge of the explosion-proof suit with both hands.
Stab it a few times.
All the equipment was torn off by him.
"Imperial Capital products are exquisite!"
"The power frame is 90% new, and it even has micro stabilizers on the shoulders!"
He stuffed all the equipment into Storage Bag and walked towards the second one with the wrench in hand.
Dang!
"This gun belongs to me."
Dang!
"These boots are nice."
Dang!
"Take off your belt too!"
In less than a minute, more than a dozen special operations team members were all lying flat on their backs.
Balen was extremely skilled in his movements. There was not a single set of explosion-proof suits left. Firearms, batteries, and military terminals were all wiped out. Even the communication antennas on their helmets were forcibly removed.
The last person left was wearing only a pair of tight-fitting shorts.
Balen took a wrench and pulled it twice.
"What are these pants made of?"
Herman rushed up and grabbed him.
"That's worthless!"
"What do you know, Imperial Capital military supplies, are they still valuable?"
"Leave them some pants!" Herman growled low in his throat.
Balen took back the wrench in disgust.
"You are so particular about being a soldier."
Outside the mothership, the brightness of the tractor beam suddenly doubled.
The entire patrol caused the mothership to tilt severely to the right.
The ore accumulated in the bottom tank slid down the sloping ground for more than ten meters, and dozens of newly dismantled chaebol gun barrels hit the bulkhead, making a loud noise.
Herman hugged the fixed frame tightly, grabbed the communicator and roared.
"Bridge! Report the situation!"
"The traction power has increased six times!" The driver's voice could not cover the fault alarm.
"The auxiliary engine has been taken over by the defense forces, and they are forcibly changing the course of the mothership!"
"The target area is Ninth Disposal Berth!"
Herman's face turned completely black.
Ninth Disposal Berth, that is a crushing site that specializes in processing scrapped warships and space debris.
Throwing the Imperial Inspector's ship into the rubbish destruction area, his face was trampled under his feet.
He grabbed the communication terminal and forcibly switched into the Imperial Capital Defense Force command channel.
"I am the inspector Herman!"
"Cut off the tractor beam immediately!"
There is only electric microphone sound on the other side of the channel.
Imperial Capital Star Ring Defense Command Center.
The holographic screen arranged in a ring flashes continuously.
Second Fleet Inspector Claude sat on the main control seat, tapping the metal handrail with his fingers one after another.
On the main screen, Herman's furious face was magnified several times.
The major general of the defense force standing next to him lowered his head and reported.
"Sir, the core data comparison is completed."
"The face, emblem, and mental fluctuations match perfectly. The ship is indeed Herman Inspector."
"Do you want to release the traction?"
Claude raised his eyes and looked at the broken ship on the screen.
"Verification passed?"
"Passed."
"That's even more wrong." Claude reached out and pointed at the screen.
"Herman's ship is a platinum patrol mothership, and it has been registered with the Military Department."
"The hull of this broken ship is welded with scrap steel plates, and the gun barrel of Bloodthorn Consortium is dragged to the stern."
"Could this be a patrol mothership?"
The major general was speechless.
"Imperial Capital is performing the highest-level welcome mission."
Claude took back his hand and said, "Let this kind of garbage ship go in, and if there is a safety accident, will you hit it with your head?"
The major general immediately shut up and retreated.
Claude leans back on the high-backed chair.
He has been fighting with Herman for hundreds of years, and he just used it today.
"Suspected pirates impersonated imperial officers, rammed into the ceremonial fleet, and carried unregistered contraband."
Claude finalized the result with just one finger.
"Follow the rules, increase the traction power to the maximum, and send Ninth Disposal Berth."
The major general forced himself to speak.
"Sir, the structure of that ship is seriously damaged. If you forcibly tow it with maximum power, the hull will break and disintegrate halfway."
Claude picked up the tea cup at hand.
"The garbage ship fell apart in advance, which just saved us the destruction process."
The traction base stations outside Star Ring roared at the same time.
The high-dimensional energy beam expanded rapidly, and the mothership was dragged outwards by an unrivaled force.
Boom!
A spare engine could not bear the load and the aircraft was shut down on the spot.
The red lights in the cockpit are connected together.
"The right thruster fell off!"
"The curvature core is locked externally and cannot be started!"
"The hull deflected 42 degrees, and the main axis stress reached the limit!"
Herman rushed into the cockpit and firmly pushed the joystick with both hands.
"Reverse thrust engines on full blast!"
The driver was about to cry.
"Sir! I can't resist! If I pull any further, the keel will break!"
"Ninth Disposal Berth's door has been opened!"
In the external projection screen, a huge pure black berth is opening, and the densely packed large cutting arms inside are shining with cold light.
The mothership is being forcibly dragged towards the big mouth.
Herman punched the operating table.
"It's Claude!"
"In the entire Imperial Capital Defense Force, only that bastard dared to tease me like this!"
Lin Feng walks into the cockpit.
The hull tilted violently again, and tearing sounds were heard from the seams of the armor.
Without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the outer airlock of the mothership.
Balen caught up with the wrench.
"Brother, why are you going?"
Lin Feng ignored it.
He walked to the outer airlock door, raised his right foot, and kicked open the deformed sealed hatch.
The air pressure inside the cabin plummeted, and air was flowing out wildly.
Herman chased him to the entrance of the passage, and Lin Feng had already reached the outside of the ship.
The high-dimensional tractor beam penetrates the void and is firmly anchored on the space nodes around the mothership.
Lin Feng approached one of the beams facing the light.
He stretched out his right hand and penetrated into the beam of pure energy.
Herman saw this scene through the transparent porthole, and his mind went blank.
High-dimensional energy is a high-temperature polymer that can melt special alloys.
Lin Feng's palm was wrapped in purple gold energy and blood, and his five fingers suddenly closed.
The beam was pinched out with five finger marks that were sunken inward.
At the same time.
Star Ring Defense Center's Main Control Console broke out the highest level red alert.
"There is an energy blockage in the No. 7 traction line!"
"Someone on the target ship has direct contact with the tractor beam!"
Claude put down the teacup, his face darkened.
"Contact beam?"
The technician stared at the enlarged surveillance screen, his tongue tied.
"He... he caught the tractor beam!"