"Redbeard will never surrender!" The roar was hoarse and powerful, with heroic and passionate emotions. Unfortunately, sound waves could not be transmitted in the silent deep space, so they could only echo in the cabin.
It's a pity that after a moment of silence, more voices instantly overwhelmed the roar just now: "We surrender!"
"Don't listen to him, he is just himself and cannot represent me!"
"He has only been here two days, so he is not considered a red beard!"
"The weapons are all in the arsenal in the back cabin. I can lead the way!"
Xino was stunned and looked back at the red-bearded pirates behind him with a look of sadness and anger. The slogan he just yelled was now viewed as a joke by everyone.
With a snap, a hand as big as a washbasin swung over and slapped Xino on the back of the head: "What are you looking at! Squat down!"
Xino was so dizzy from being photographed that in order to avoid further humiliation, he had no choice but to keep his hands on his knees and squat on the ground. The slogan of "never surrender" just now was shouted while squatting. The momentum was inherently insufficient and could not deter these vicious old guys.
The people walking back and forth in the starship at the moment are all old guys, all of them have pale hair and saggy skin. Some of them don't even look like their legs and feet are very sharp, with their bodies stooped and walking with a limp.
The tall figure dragged a not-so-slim leg and slowly walked past Xino.
Xino sighed secretly, thinking to himself, where are you old liars, pretending to be lame? It was this big guy who was the first to break through to the starship just now. He was in front of Xino in one step and knocked Xino unconscious with a big slap. When Xino woke up, the entire fleet was in the hands of others, and there didn't seem to be any fierce fighting. The reaction of the Red Beard crew also confirmed that these guys probably surrendered immediately.
Can someone like this be a star thief? They can't even compare to the crew of the Federation's second-rate fleet, let alone the first-rate fleet that he once led.
Xino cursed secretly in his mind while observing the people who invaded the starship.
Without exception, they are all old people, with slow movements and coughing and wheezing from time to time. But after all, Sino was the commander of a regular fleet, and after careful observation, he noticed something strange. These old guys are not just hanging around, but inspecting every important equipment, key places, warehouses and engine rooms in the ship, as well as some places where dark rooms may be hidden. After being searched like this by them, Sino was sure that the entire starship would be as clean as if it had been licked by a dog, with not a single hair left.
"His grandma is more professional than me! Who is the star thief?" Xino thought gloomily.
At this time, a voice sounded in Xino's ear: "Are you their leader?"
Xino subconsciously shouted: "That's right! Red Beard will never surrender!"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the real red-bearded star thieves scrambled to shout, "We surrender!"
"Don't listen to him..."
A big man came over, picked up Xino and said, "Let's go, the boss wants to see you."
In fact, the man was not much taller than Xino, and only half a circle thicker than Xino. He was so old that most of his hair had fallen out, leaving only a ring of sparse white hair on his temples. This old man was carrying Xino, who was in full armor, effortlessly, just like lifting a chicken.
At this moment, Redbeard's three starships were all docked together, and the old starship was also approaching, and the four starships were connected into a whole.
Sino was carried through the docking hatch and entered the command module of the old starship. There was a table next to the command cabin, and a dignified old man was sitting behind the table, holding a thick cigar in his hand. An old-fashioned pistol lay on the table in front of him, along with several chips. These chips have just been removed from the Xino starship.
There were two people sitting next to the table. One was a tall man nearly two meters tall with a strange gray eye. As soon as Xino saw him, his momentum dropped by three points. He was the first to board the ship, and then slapped Xino unconscious.
There is a workbench in the corner of the command cabin. A thin old man is wearing a one-sided tool mirror and playing with a biochip. He has a bunch of tools on hand, each of which looks collectible. Seeing this, Sino sneered. Do you want to crack the biochip with this kind of manual workshop-style tool? Really...
Before he could finish thinking about it, the old man in front of the workbench raised his head and said, "It has been cracked and all the information has been extracted."
"Okay." The majestic old man picked up a brick-shaped personal terminal and carefully looked at the transmitted information.
Xino sneered in his heart: "Pretend! Keep pretending! A bunch of old immortals, but their acting skills are pretty good..."
"Sino."
When his name was suddenly called out, Xino's whole body trembled and he almost broke into a cold sweat.
The dignified old man looked at Xino, then at the information in his hand, and then at Xino again. Xino felt uncomfortable all over being looked at, and felt like a piece of food being scrutinized by the chef.
The one-eyed man came close to the old man and looked at the screen. While looking at it, he read: "... He has received comprehensive and formal training in starship fleet command and single-ship combat. He has top-level fighter piloting capabilities and excellent combat skills. The level of the federal third-class special warfare elite..."
After thinking of this, the one-eyed man scratched his head and asked the old man in front of the workbench: "What is the level of that third-class special warfare elite in the Federation? Do you still have an impression?"
The old man in front of the workbench was rubbing his neck, making his bones rattle, and said casually: "There are only first-class special operations elites in the data, and there are no third-class ones."
The one-eyed man said: "Oh, that's not important."
Sino was ashamed and angry. Special operations elites are not ordinary special forces soldiers. Any special operations elite can become an instructor in the special operations forces! Third-class ones are okay too!
However, he was angry, at least he still had some sense, and his anger was not directed at the one-eyed man, but at the old man in front of the workbench. The one-eyed man once slapped Xino to the point of being stunned. He looked down upon the third-class special warfare elite and endured it. Why are you, an old-fashioned researcher, so proud of you? If the current situation wasn't so stressful, Xino wouldn't even bother to challenge the old man to a duel.
The majestic old man put down his personal terminal at this time, and the command cabin immediately became quiet, and everyone looked at the old man.
The old man looked at Xino and said: "The little guy has a good foundation. Apart from being a little young, a little silly and a little weak, he doesn't have any shortcomings."
Xino's anger surged again. I have received the best genetic optimization since I was a child, and I have not missed any key points along the way. They are all top-notch optimizations. My physical fitness is second to none, and my foundation is certainly good. But what do the other three comments mean?
The one-eyed man scratched his head again and asked: "Then... cultivate and cultivate?"
The old man nodded and said to the old researcher at the workbench: "Get him something good."
The old researcher finally turned his head, looked at Xino with cloudy eyes, and said: "The little guy's body is well optimized. It seems that federal technology has made rapid progress in the past few decades. There is not much I can do. Now I only have A storm plan is suitable, which can improve his reaction speed and strength. The disadvantage is that he will become impulsive and careless about thinking. According to popular words, it will lower his IQ a little."
"Percentage or absolute value?" the one-eyed man asked.
"Percent...right?"
The one-eyed man automatically ignored the last one and said: "That's no problem. This kind of little guy who just shouts slogans when he has nothing to do is not smart at all. It doesn't matter whether he surrenders or not."
Xino's fate was decided in a few words. The one-eyed man held Xino on the podium while another person took off his pants. Then the old researcher brought a syringe the size of a carrot and dug it into Xino's snow-white buttocks.
A few minutes later, Xino's eyes were red, and he rushed towards the majestic old man like an enraged bull. He just felt that his rage was uncontrollable, and he knew very well that the majestic old man was the culprit.
Fortunately, neither the one-eyed man nor the old researcher stopped him, allowing Xino to rush over smoothly. Xino didn't have time to think about why, he jumped up, his fist was filled with evil wind, and he was about to hit the old man's face!
In Xino's eyes, the old man's face suddenly turned into a metal tabletop, but he had no time to react. His whole body was slapped on the tabletop, and the violent momentum made Xino almost embedded in the table.
If the metal table on an ordinary starship was a metal table, Xino would have smashed it through, but everything on this starship was big, thick, and hard. The tabletop was as thick as a book, and it was solid. As a result, the tabletop was only slightly dented, but Xino himself felt dizzy and his vision was dark.
The majestic old man leveled the table, and the one-eyed man came over and took Xino off the table, shaking him vigorously to wake him up.
"That medicine...huh?" Xino looked at his hands. He could clearly feel that his body was constantly changing, and power was pouring out of every cell. At this moment, the muscles seemed to be wrapped around his fingers.
"I am Chu Longtu." The old man said slowly, then pointed to the one-eyed man and the old researcher, and said: "His name is Qiao Liang, and that is the squad commander. They will teach you some fighting skills. In the next 10 days, You will intern here and learn how to be a qualified star thief."
He was just a one-eyed man. Xino looked at the old researcher who seemed to be too old to walk. He didn't look like he could teach him how to use his own skills.
The one-eyed man Qiao Liang said: "This kid is stupid and impulsive. He needs to temper his will. Just use traditional methods!"
A person next to him asked: "Clean the toilets? But there are no toilets on the starship that need to be cleaned now?"
Qiao Liang said: "Then make a few now! Well, let's start with ten! It's not good to have more, he still has to learn something."
"Squatting or sitting?"
"Of course it's squatting. Sitting has no training effect."
“With our old arms and legs, we can’t stand it anymore!”
"I didn't let you use it!"
"If not, what will he do?"
Listening to your argument, Xino's face turned a little pale. However, there is actually a similar practice in the federal fleet, which specifically deals with new recruits. However, Sino started as a junior officer when he entered the fleet and has never enjoyed such treatment.
Chu Longtu looked at the time and said to Xino: "It's still half an hour until the toilet is built. Let's learn the first lesson now. The first lesson is how to choose your opponent."
(End of chapter)
