The information Xiao Ai read from the Butcher's database showed that there was no kingdom in this star field, and there were as many as thousands of sects, large and small. These sects formed alliances with each other, and the largest alliance was called God.
The War Alliance is located in the God War Star Territory. It is far away from the Weikang System, so Medi Star is even more far away.
Since there is no country, it is not difficult to imagine that the technological level of this star field is definitely not developed, at least not as high as that of the Holy Federation. Therefore, the alliances fight and kill each other in order to compete for resources, resulting in many people being injured and unable to obtain
With effective treatment, he becomes a disabled person.
In the Shenghui Federation, no matter how disabled you are, as long as you survive, the powerful medical equipment can still restore you to your original state, but it cannot be done here. It does not mean that the medical level is not high, but that the medical resources are relatively small.
It is limited, and the gap between alliances is huge. After an ordinary person like a middle-aged man becomes disabled, the best place to go is Medix.
But the Wellcome system is too far away from the mainstream galaxies. At first, there were several charity alliances willing to transport the wounded, but the long distance made the flight cost too high. Medi star was slowly forgotten, but the pirates jumped at this time.
The wounded who came out and expressed their willingness to go can take a pirate ship as long as they pay a certain fee.
Professor Zeng Kang on Medi Star also said, if you pirates transport the wounded here, I can pay a certain amount of fees and supplies as a reward. For the pirates like the Butcher, this is a typical example of eating the plaintiff and eating the defendant.
The key point is that a pirate ship often does not lose money on a round trip, but actually makes a profit.
This information was naturally told to Ding Meng by a middle-aged man named Liu Cheng, who belonged to a small sect. After being injured in the arena, he was not qualified to use medical resources. As time went by, his left leg could not be treated, and it eventually became disabled.
, the rogue had no choice but to board the Butcher.
After Ding Meng squatted on the boat for a while, the Butcher finally arrived at its destination.
The young man broke into the warehouse again and started shouting: "Get up, get up, everyone get up, we are already here."
The crowd immediately became restless. When the alloy door opened, everyone spontaneously lined up to go to the connection cabin to prepare to disembark.
"Wait a minute, you kid is staying!" The young man suddenly called out to Ding Meng.
Ding Meng frowned and said, "What's the matter?"
The young man hooked his fingers: "You can't leave yet, come with me!"
There was a small storage room on the south side of the warehouse. The young man pushed Ding Meng in and then closed the door behind him.
Ding Meng asked curiously: "Why don't you let me get off the boat?"
The young man said with a cruel smile: "You have arms and legs and you can't get off the boat."
Ding Meng said: "Why?"
The young man pulled out a shiny military thorn from the outside of his thigh and flipped it skillfully between his fingers: "If you go on like this, how can we make money?"
Ding Meng was a little surprised: "Oh? You can't make money after I get off the ship?"
The military assassin spun quickly in the young man's hands, and he said with a smile on his face: "Of course, it's no problem for disabled people to go down, but not for normal people."
Ding Meng said: "You mean if I am missing one or two parts, I can bring you profits?"
The young man suddenly held the military thorn and said, "Correct!"
Ding Meng pondered and said: "I'm a little curious, why are there only disabled people here and not normal people?"
The young man laughed mercilessly: "You silly boy may not know yet, but old man Zeng has a weird hobby. He likes to install prosthetic limbs on disabled people. However, the old guy's skills are really good, and the prosthetic limbs he installs are almost like real people.
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Ding Meng said: "Why did he do this?"
The young man smiled: "The old guy used to be a mechanical expert and doctor in the Red Sun Alliance. That broken alliance was a charity alliance. He just liked to do stupid things, thinking he was so great?"
Ding Meng thought deeply: "Doing charity is not a stupid thing."
The young man smiled and said: "He is not stupid, but you will soon become stupid."
Ding Meng sighed: "It seems that you are planning to break off one of my feet or one of my hands?"
The young man looked at his whole body with a joking look: "With your body, if I just cut off one of your fingers, I'm afraid you will faint from the pain, but you are lucky, because you met me.
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Ding Meng said: "Are you any different?"
The young man smiled even more happily: "Don't worry, I will cut you so fast that you won't feel the pain at all."
Ding Meng said: "So, this is your painless knife technique?"
The young man laughed loudly: "It's interesting and painless knife skills. This is the first time I've heard this term. You are such an interesting boy. To be honest, I feel a little pity to destroy you."
Ding Meng also laughed: "To be honest, do you think you can defeat me?"
The young man suddenly stopped smiling, and with a flash of his body, a cold light rose in the collection room.
However, the next moment he imagined Ding Meng holding his fingers and rolling around in pain did not appear. He went out with the knife and stopped in the air less than half a meter away from Ding Meng. The military thorn seemed to be stabbed on the first floor.
The missing film is so soft that I can't get it in.
"You!" The young man raised his head in surprise.
Ding Meng looked at him with a smile: "It is indeed painless. After all, it cannot cut anyone. It is indeed a painless knife technique."
The young man was so angry that he took two steps back and was able to stab him again. Ding Meng didn't even move, and the stab almost stopped at the tip of his nose.
Xiao Ai said: "There is no probe in this room, I think we should just clear him out."
Ding Meng smiled and said: "What a great swordsmanship."
The young man then jumped back and flew away like a rabbit with an arrow: "Boss and management misunderstood, you are actually a master."
While he was retreating, he reached out to pull the communication box on his belt. Unexpectedly, as soon as the box was pulled off, it exploded into a puff of black smoke and he shook his wrist fiercely.
"You!" The young man was shocked, and he raised his hand to touch the communicator on his ear.
There was another soft "bang" sound, and the communicator also turned into a puff of black smoke. This time, it made his ears numb and he could only keep shaking his head.
Ding Meng smiled and said: "Go on, I really want to learn your painless knife skills."
Unexpectedly, the young man shouted: "There is a ghost! This is a demonic method, this is a demonic method! Who are you?"
Ding Meng sighed helplessly. This guy didn't even know about telepathy, so he thought it was some kind of magic.
Ding Meng waved lightly, and the military thorn miraculously flew from the young man's hand to Ding Meng's hand. Ding Meng turned his wrist again, and the young man's eyes straightened.
The military thorn is completely like a spiritual snake flying up and down between Ding Meng's fingers. Its speed is so fast and its changes are so many that it is simply dazzling. You can tell at a glance that he is a master of swordsmanship, at least many times better than Xiao Nian.
The young man was shocked: "You...are you also a psychic?"
"Psychic?" Din Meng secretly wondered, do these guys call the source of energy as psykers?
Xiao Ai explained: "Yes, I checked their database before and found that this is how they distinguish the levels of source energy users. This place is divided into psionic users, spiritual soldiers, spiritual warriors, spiritual warriors, and spiritual generals.
There are only six levels of Holy Spirits in total, but each major level is divided into several smaller levels, which are still very different from those in the Holy Glory Federation."
Seeing Ding Meng's hesitant expression, the young man slashed his head with a hand knife like lightning, and sharp light blue ice formed on the edge of his palm. Measured by federal standards, this young man is a junior ice type with some background.
warrior.
However, if you want to deal with Ding Meng in this way, you are undoubtedly dreaming.
With a "ding" sound, the half-cut knife felt like it had hit a copper wall. Ding Meng was sure that nothing happened, but the young man covered his wrist and bent over in pain, because his skate broke immediately.
Ding Meng was still laughing: "I understand, your painless knife technique does not hurt others, but hurts yourself. It's wonderful."
The young man raised his head in shock, with unconcealed horror in his eyes: "Who are you?"
Ding Meng smiled and said: "Let me ask you, what level of psyker are you?"
The young man said nervously: "I am a 12th-level spiritual soldier."
Ding Meng was a little confused again. He definitely didn't understand what the criteria for judging such a small level were, so he changed his question and asked: "What is the highest level of a spiritual soldier?"
The young man was even more confused. The guy in front of him obviously had unfathomable and terrifying strength, but he still wanted to ask these low-level questions. However, he could only answer honestly: "The highest level is 100 levels. After 100 levels, you will be a spiritual warrior."
"Okay!" Ding Meng was also a little helpless. It was impossible to ask detailed questions in the situation in front of him. "For the sake of your honesty, I won't make it difficult for you. Try my 'Ghost Eyes and Demon Pupils Technique'."
After saying that, his eyes widened slightly, and a subtle thought force penetrated the other person's brain. The young man screamed and fainted immediately.
Ding Meng actually used contagious telekinesis to forcefully instill into the young man the images of monsters that the water droplets had threatened him with before. Once the boy woke up, he would become insane and live in fear all day long.
Xiao Ai said: "Why not deal with him once and for all?"
Ding Meng said: "It's useful to keep him. As long as he doesn't die, other people on the ship will find him sooner or later. After discovering him, they must investigate the reason and hold off this group of pirates as much as possible. We can't let the Butcher ship trade after the transaction."
Come on, this starship is still useful to me."
Xiao Ai sighed: "Well, after all, we don't know the specific situation on the ground now."
After taking care of the young man, Ding Meng took off the young man's uniform and put it on himself without saying a word, and then gently wiped it on his face. As soon as "Thousand Shadows" was applied to his face, Ding Meng
His appearance immediately began to change, and in a few seconds he turned into a copycat version of Young.
There was no other purpose for doing this. He had to get back his rainbow backpack. He didn't have to give up the supplies, weapons, and auxiliary tools inside, but the two damaged primary aircraft couldn't fall into the hands of pirates.
As for which cabin the backpack is in? Have the contents inside been touched? These days, the telepathic vision has made it clear. If Din Meng wants to get it back now, it will be as easy as searching a bag to retrieve something.
