"Get ready for me! Set off in the afternoon! Take that ship, and the Milky Way will be ours from now on! Think about it! A 40,000-meter-long pirate ship! Hahahahaha!!" Kuken continued, "Take all the foreigners.
Capture all the personnel! After we capture that giant spaceship, they will be our slaves! Damn the Muuns! I’m not afraid!!”
A large number of heavily armed, ferocious-looking, dirty and tattered pirates rushed out from behind him. They tied up all the outsiders, including the villagers, and stuffed them into the narrow cargo hold like cans.
In the bar, the pirates swept all the bottles, cards and other things on the table to the floor, and then took out boxes of guns and ammunition from the weapons warehouse and put them on them.
The atmosphere suddenly became extremely fanatical.
Taya was left singing alone there. She was extremely scared, but she didn't dare to stop at all.
Cunte was stuffed in the innermost part of the cargo hold, but his heart was extremely calm. He broke free from the bonds very easily, and then quietly took the communicator in his hand.
With so many people here, it was impossible to communicate in a big way. So he started tapping on the microphone rhythmically.
…
On the surface of the planet Tatooine, Mos Eisley, Truda's ship berth.
Yuri Orlov and Vitali Orlov fled in panic and finally returned to their spaceship, but what they saw was an empty spaceship with no one in it.
"Where are the people? Where is Fug Village Special?" Yuri searched everywhere, even under the bed, but still couldn't find anyone. "Fuck! If he doesn't come back, those pursuers will find us sooner or later! We have to run away quickly.
road!"
"The problem is that none of us know how to fly a spaceship, so how can we escape? It's impossible to leave Murte and the others behind, right?" Vitaly shook his head and said.
"Asshole! It's over, it's over... It's over..." Yuri sat down on the bed and grabbed his hair. Suddenly he thought of something and said to Vitaly: "Vitaly, go and see that gang."
What did the Bothans give us as credit?"
"It's already now and you're still thinking about paying off your debt?"
"Nonsense! If even this thing is gone, what are we going through life and death for this time?"
"Okay, let me take a look...but my Galactic Standard is average, so I'm not sure what it says...T,O,R,P,E,T,O...P,O,R,T,O,
N...what does this mean?" Vitaly read the letters on it carefully.
"What? Proton Torpedo!" Yuri suddenly jumped up, hugged Vitaly's shoulders and laughed, "Fuck! Fuck!! Vitaly! We are developed! Hahahaha!"
"What? What did you say?" Vitaly was confused.
"Proton torpedoes! These are two proton torpedoes! Hahahahaha!!" Yuri laughed crazily.
"How do you know this?"
"Nonsense! Of course I need to have a preliminary understanding of the weapons of this galaxy before I can sell my own stuff!" Yuri said excitedly, "Two proton torpedoes! Worth at least 15,000 credits! Sent! This time it's real
Developed! I can sell these two things for 10,000 credits each! Do you understand? Vitaly! We will make a fortune this time!"
"Wait a minute! No one can get this kind of heavy weapon unless you go to the army. I can also directly offer 30,000 credits for one! Hahaha..." Yuri was completely immersed in ecstasy.
"But now the question is how can we escape?" Vitaly was extremely anxious and paced back and forth in the cabin.
"Send the communication to that damn village special again!! Damn...huh? When did the communication get connected?" Yuri suddenly discovered that the communication from the special village had been connected, but there was no holographic projection.
He walked over and pressed the call button and yelled: "Cunte, you piece of shit that no one wants! I'm going to fucking hang up and you're still fooling around outside! Where the hell are you now?!"
In the cargo hold of the Hammerhead-class cruiser of 'Iron Fang' Kuken, Murata quickly covered the microphone to prevent Yuri's yelling from being heard. He looked around guiltily and found that the people around him were captured.
Many people were whispering, but no one noticed.
"Yuri, you damn idiot! One day I should let you see what Bansa is, and then stuff you into its excretion hole!" Murote cursed to himself while speaking on the microphone.
Continue to tap rhythmically.
"I want to..." Yuri was about to continue scolding, but he heard the banging sound, and he immediately became alert and realized that something was wrong.
"Vitaly, come here and listen to what this sound is?" Yuri called his brother over.
Vitali listened for a while, shook his head and said, "How do I know what this is? Someone ran with a communicator hanging in his crotch, and then his balls hit the microphone?"
"It's Morse code, and what's sent is not the arrangement of English letters, but the arrangement of Chinese pinyin." The T-850 guarding on the side suddenly said.
"You know this stuff?"
"In my database, there are all known languages, and the decoding table of Morse code is also saved. This is not a very clever code." T-850 said, "What is being sent now is, after understanding the signal,
Please tap the microphone five times."
"Isn't he looking for death if he sent me this very clever password?" Yuri cursed.
"No! Maybe it's possible!" Vitali suddenly thought about it. "In this galaxy, there is no English, no Chinese Pinyin, and there is no such thing as Morse code! So even if they crack the Morse code, they won't be able to solve it."
You know what we’re talking about! No one can interpret the language of another galaxy out of thin air, right! And he’s not using English but Pinyin! This is even better!”
Yuri also understood, "Yes! English is alphabetical text, which is more intuitive. But Chinese characters are symbolic text! Without a reference object, people in this galaxy will never be able to decipher it! Even if the communication is intercepted, there will be no problem."
"Do I need a reply?" T-850 asked.
"Reply!" Yuri said, "I don't understand Chinese or Morse code, but Cunte must have something to tell us."
Things seemed to have changed, and he finally calmed down a bit.
T-850 picked up the paper and pen, and then tapped five times on the communicator microphone. Soon, more tapping came from the other side, and T-850 quickly started writing on the paper and pen, and read while writing, "
I'm trapped in Kukan's cruiser, and Kukan will set out to attack the mothership in the afternoon."
"What? He was actually caught?! What should we do? Grow wings and fly up to rescue him?" Yuri screamed.
"Yuri, no matter what you are thinking now, we must hurry up! I see someone searching everywhere!" Vitaly said loudly, holding a telescope.