"Oh, Hanton, this plan of yours..."

Kolev looked at the projection screen where Yang Ming had written the Sherman Imperial language, and his brows wrinkled slightly, then gradually relaxed.

"It seems very feasible," the old man said.

Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and laughed.

Kolev quickly frowned and said: "But I need to pay a bill of at least several million for this."

"Are you short of money?" Yang Ming hooked Kolev's neck.

"No shortage."

"Then can you live forever?" Yang Ming asked again.

Kolev snorted: "How is that possible! I can only live for another ten or twenty years at most, and there is no way I can reach the average life span of 120 years that those noble gentlemen have worked hard to raise. I have too many hidden wounds on my body.

, in order to heal the injury, the cells were accelerated several times, and the telomere wear was too serious."

"Then what's the use of keeping your money? Will you still feel happy after death?" Yang Ming's eyes were full of compassion.

Kolev was stunned when he was asked, still struggling.

Yang Ming said sternly: "Kolev, your money is just with you in another form. It has become part of your assets. Besides, when you take back those six pirate ships, you can sell off one or two. After all,

Then you won't have that many crews to fly them."

"Oh, this..."

Kolev looked at the projection screen and fell into thought.

Yes, Yang Ming's idea is great. Although this plan is risky, it is indeed more reliable and more executable than his previous plan.

"Hanton," Kolev made a decision.

"Um?"

"After meeting you, my wealth continues to shrink. I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune."

Kolev shook his head and sighed:

"Give me some time to prepare. The most critical things are a small spaceship with strong stealth performance and an expensive bionic robot. These are not easy to obtain."

"Do you want to take Mimi Li over to do this vote together?" Yang Ming tried to suggest.

"This is a man's war," Kolev said. "Let women and children hide first."

"You will be criticized for doing this, Kolev."

"I'm a pirate! A pirate!"

Kolev walked to his lounge angrily:

"The Star Patrol will shoot me before the feminists have a chance to question me! I haven't even gotten my pirate crew back and I'm already bleeding! Oh my God! I haven't spent the past ten years like this

More credit coins!”

Yang Ming leaned against the star chart, stared at his perfect plan, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Just because of this old man's stinginess.

He must have a lot of money!

…

After the tedious and secretive procurement and preparation work, Captain Yang Ming and his first mate began to formally implement their plan.

A dark blue stealth assault boat quietly slid into the quiet meteorite belt.

Yang Ming is piloting the ship, and the assistant pilot is Molly 2, which has entered the stealth boat's operating system; Kolev keeps a close eye on the comprehensive detection instruments. As long as there is any abnormal data, they will immediately give up the action, turn around and leave.

The turtle-shell-like Feinan was docked behind an asteroid, in complete silence.

"Hanton, Mimili seems to be angry and crying. Molly told me...Mimili is very dissatisfied with me forbidding her from opening the pirate ship. What do you think we should do?"

An old man tried to start a household topic.

Yang Ming had no time to pay attention to him.

He was concentrating on the auxiliary lines that appeared on the glass in front of him, calculating the crooked course that would follow, and his hands holding the square rudder were as steady as a rock.

When he arrived at an area with an easier route, Yang Ming couldn't help but complain: "Why did you choose the pirate base in the meteorite belt!"

Kolev smiled and said: "There is a channel I opened in the other direction. This is the best barrier. Even if we are tracked by patrol warships, we can easily find a hiding place."

Yang Ming said: "So, you haven't been invaded by us yet?"

Kolev was speechless.

This slow sailing lasted for more than an hour. Under Kolev's guidance, the stealth boat easily crossed the lax cordon, with its front and rear engines outputting at minimum power at the same time, maintaining relative stillness to a meteorite ahead.

Behind this meteorite is a small spaceport with a metal structure, and protective shields guard the brightly lit buildings.

Two 200-meter-class pirate ships and one 300-meter-class pirate ship were docked in the dock. They were docked on the outside of the protective shield.

Through the near-vacuum environment, Yang Ming seemed to hear the lively voices inside the protective shield.

"Release the spores," Yang Ming ordered in a low voice.

Molly Two's synthesized voice chimes in: "Repeat, release spores."

Kolev quickly tapped the projection screen with his hands, "Okay, release the spores."

The smooth stealth boat opened its tail fin, and mosquito-like electronic instruments flew outward and dispersed rapidly.

The stealth boat hovered there motionless.

Kolev stared nervously at the screen in front of him, on which tiny dots of light appeared, slowly approaching the three target ships.

A few minutes later, all three ships were enveloped in light spots.

And these tiny particles did not attract the slightest attention from the pirate patrol team.

"Okay, let's get out of here quickly."

Kolev whispered.

Yang Ming skillfully pulled up the square rudder and drove slowly toward the road he came from.

Leave the opponent's patrol area.

Get out of the opponent's radar area.

When Yang Ming flew out of this "starry sky and rocky hills", a little hot sweat broke out on his forehead, and he complained: "This is much more tiring than teaching Mimi Li swordsmanship."

"Don't accelerate too fast. Only by accelerating smoothly can you maximize the concealment of this small boat," Kolev reminded. "There is also a big shark swimming quickly in this airspace. We must be extremely careful."

"Don't worry, first mate."

Yang Ming smiled and said: "My luck has always been good."

Molly 2 suddenly said: "I sensed the detection frequency, a small detection ship appeared, and it is predicted that the route will intersect with our ship."

Yang Ming's smile suddenly froze on his face.

Mudd, the crow’s mouth is full!

A jumping beacon appeared on the radar chart.

"Go back," Kolev said immediately, "We must go back! This is most likely a detection ship of the Guel Alliance!"

"No, no Kolev, go back too far. The other party should be staring at this meteorite belt! We found them, which means we are also within their detection range, but our stealth performance has come into play."

Yang Ming whispered, raised his hand and quickly pressed the row of buttons in front of him.

"Molly, let the spacecraft be stationary relative to the meteorite belt first, and then turn off the engine."

Kolev immediately understood what Yang Ming was going to do. He turned to look at the meteorite belt still within sight, quickly turned off several instruments at hand, and tightened his seat belt.

Ten seconds later, the stealth boat kept synchronized with the meteorite belt.

"The engine is shut down and the residual heat is cooling down," Molly No. 2's reporting voice became softer.

Yang Ming whispered: "Turn off the active radar."

"We will be blind!" Kolev whispered.

Molly 2 repeated Yang Ming's words: "Turn off the active radar."

A small point of light appeared in the distant depths of space.

The cockpit is completely dark.

Yang Ming leaned forward and lay down in front of the square mechanical rudder, his eyes fixed on the light spot that was getting closer and closer.

The opponent's driving speed is not slow.

"No. 2 cuts off encrypted communication with us and keeps the noise on the same frequency band."

"Okay, cut off encryption..."

Molly No. 2's voice suddenly stopped, leaving only two sounds of breathing, one light and one heavy.

Kolev's breathing was a little rapid.
To be continued...