Colonial Suit

Bloodshot Eyes walked into the bridge, just in time to see Old Harry sitting in the captain's seat with his pipe in his mouth. Seeing Bloodshot Eyes enter, he stood up and waved.

"You looking for me?" Bloodshot Eyes walked over, wiping sweat as he went. He had just finished training and was drenched in sweat. His combat suit clung tightly to his body, revealing whip-like muscle lines.

"Yes. We've discovered a spaceship wreck. According to cosmic rules, we must go and investigate. So I need you to prepare," Old Harry replied with a serious expression.

"My crew will complete the search, but they'll need you to protect their safety in the process. No problem, right?"

"No problem," Bloodshot Eyes nodded. At the same time, he turned his gaze to the holographic screen not far away.

There, an image of a spaceship wreck was suspended silently. From the outside, it was scarred and riddled with huge holes all over the hull. Only the tail thrusters were still intermittently emitting exhaust plumes. There were no lights on the spaceship, and it looked like a piece of scrap iron. But it was very large, three times the size of the Medusa.

"If you want to search the entire ship, I hope your crew doesn't spread out too much. And keep the lines of communication open." Bloodshot Eyes knew at a glance that if the crew was too scattered, he wouldn't be able to protect everyone's safety.

"Understood. My crew knows what to do. It's not the first time they've done this," Old Harry replied readily, then looked at the spaceship wreck in the image and sighed.

"I really don't know how they flew here. Another group of brave souls will rest in the universe forever."

"That's the fate of a sailor. May they rest in peace."

"I didn't know you had religious beliefs," Bloodshot Eyes glanced at Old Harry.

"That's because I don't know where the soul's final resting place is," Old Harry muttered to himself. Then he suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Wake up, boys! A few of you go and rummage through that junk heap. Don't let any discoveries go unnoticed. Maybe you can get rich from it. I, as captain, declare that 1% of the loot belongs to the individual!"

"Roar!!" The crew's excited shouts came from the channel.

Preparations proceeded quickly. In just over ten minutes, the Medusa had docked with the wreck. Immediately afterward, it released magnetic lines, firmly attaching the hull to the wreckage.

The passage above the hull opened, and a group of crew members in simple armor flew out.

Their movements were very skilled. First, they scanned the outside of the wreckage with a scanner, and then they began to cut open an entrance. A large group of people were busy like ants. Bloodshot Eyes hovered above them, carefully observing the spaceship wreck.

The spaceship had a rather unique shape. Although it was large, it used a shuttle shape that was conducive to high-speed maneuvering within the atmosphere, somewhat similar to an assault shuttle. It had nearly seventy exhaust ports at the rear, and the hull was streamlined with fourteen pairs of wings from front to back. Although it was now dilapidated, one could still feel an extremely strong sense of speed.

The cutting work was completed quickly, and the search crew members entered the wreckage one by one. To ensure their safety, Bloodshot Eyes followed them in.

Instantly, he was stunned by the sight before him.

The interior of the ship was decorated like a palace. The walls were inlaid with platinum, with exquisite patterns carved on them. The floors were covered with soft carpets. There were also many exquisite utensils scattered around.

There were many corpses lying in the passageways. All of these corpses were wearing exquisite clothing. What was even more surprising was that such exquisite clothing looked like the attire of maids or guards.

"Ha, look what I found? An armory. God... this is the latest model of armor! I swear, it's at least Level IV!!"

"What is this? Did I walk into a museum of the Fifth Civilization? What's with these statues and oil paintings?"

"Damn... what a beautiful bar. I think working on this ship must have been very happy. Oh, sorry madam, I didn't mean to step on your hand. But you're dead. You shouldn't blame me, right?"

"Here!! Guys! Come quickly, look here. God, it's a hangar! Is this an assault shuttle? And this, a small shuttle? I'm curious why they didn't use these things when they were in trouble."

"I found the engine room. God, it's still working. What kind of engine is this? It's actually using photon circuits."

Exclamations from the crew came from the channel from time to time. It was clear that they were also extremely shocked. The spaceship wreck had brought them too much shock. Even though they were experienced sailors, they had never seen such a luxurious spaceship. Not to mention the damaged parts, the things in the spaceship now were worth a fortune, enough for them to squander for a lifetime.

Bloodshot Eyes also followed behind them, moving slowly. A strange look flashed in his eyes from time to time.

No matter how you looked at it, such a magnificent spaceship didn't seem to be used for combat. Could it be a private spaceship? But it's so huge, this is too extravagant, right?

While thinking, Bloodshot Eyes saw several more corpses lying on the ground. They were all young and beautiful girls. One of them was even wearing a maid's uniform. A tray was scattered beside her. It could be seen that she was planning to deliver drinks, but she died before she could deliver them.

Bloodshot Eyes squatted down and fiddled with it a few times, discovering that the girl's body was already stiff, like wood.

Just then... he suddenly heard the crew's exclamation in his ear!

"God! What did I see! Life signs, guys, come quickly!! We found a survivor!!"

"Really? Where?"

Exclamations from the crew filled the channel, and everyone flew from all directions to the signal point. In just a moment, a silver armored figure was sent out.

It was an incredibly gorgeous high-level armor, which looked to be from the Fifth, or even Fourth World. The exterior of the armor was decorated with exquisite patterns. There was also a strange emblem on it. The armor had no weapons, nor did it have a propulsion system. Perhaps because the owner was already unconscious, the armor's limbs drooped softly.

Seeing Bloodshot Eyes, several crew members said anxiously. "Bloodshot Eyes, we found a survivor. He's still alive."

"I heard," Bloodshot Eyes nodded. "Send him back to the ship first. The others continue the search."

"Yes," the crew members replied loudly. Then they quickly flew out.

The subsequent search work continued. Because the spaceship wreck was too large, the search lasted for seven hours. After the last area was searched, Bloodshot Eyes and the crew returned to the Medusa.

The Medusa released the magnetic lines, allowing the spaceship wreck to drift away slowly...

Originally, according to cosmic rules, everything on this spaceship should belong to Old Harry. But it was too big, and the Medusa couldn't take it with her for the jump. Old Harry could only regretfully let it drift away. But before that, he had already told the crew to move everything of value to the Medusa. To this end, he even discarded some of the original cargo.

Back on the Medusa, Bloodshot Eyes didn't bother to rest and went straight to Old Harry.

"Only one survivor was found. How is he?"

"See for yourself," Old Harry pursed his lips. Bloodshot Eyes followed his gaze and was immediately stunned.

On a holographic screen, a naked female body was receiving treatment. The girl's figure was perfect, like a flawless goddess. A head of bright purple hair floated in the nutrient solution. Her appearance was very beautiful, and she had a pitiful temperament that made people want to protect her, even in a comatose state. Perhaps because of the pain, she frowned slightly from time to time. Her body twitched uncontrollably.

"Preliminary judgment is that she was attacked while entering a super long-distance jump. She was lucky that the decorative armor protected her. However, because the armor was just a decoration, the life support system was not complete. Lack of oxygen and impact caused her to fall into a deep coma," Old Harry explained from the side.

"If my crew hadn't found her, she wouldn't have survived five hours."

"Then she's very lucky. I've seen it, everyone else on that ship is dead except for her," Bloodshot Eyes said expressionlessly.

"That's normal. Jumping is the most vulnerable time for all spaceships. Being attacked at this stage, it's a miracle that the spaceship didn't disintegrate on the spot. I don't know how advanced that spaceship is that it was able to complete the jumping process," Old Harry pursed his lips. "Unfortunately, I can't take it away."

"You should think about this girl first," Bloodshot Eyes glanced at Old Harry. "What are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? Heal her, and then ask her identity after she wakes up. I'm just a captain, not a mercenary. This matter is not my responsibility. I'll just send her to the T6 branch and that's it," Old Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I heard that the facilities inside that ship are luxurious, it must be a private ship. If this girl is its owner, trust me, you definitely don't want to have too much contact with her. The background of a guy who can own such a private ship must be very deep."

"..." Bloodshot Eyes was silent for a while, then nodded. "You're right."

"Hehe, but this harvest is not small. Maybe I can give the Medusa a major upgrade. You know what? Although I can't dismantle that engine, I also found its maintenance drawings," Old Harry said suddenly with a smile.

"..., for the first time I know you're such a money grubber."

Next, Bloodshot Eyes returned to his room and resumed his normal escort life. He went to the gravity room to train every day, and chatted with Old Harry when he was free, as if nothing had happened. The twin siblings also mixed with their new toy, Fierce Fang, causing chaos in the rest area.

But one day, just as Bloodshot Eyes got up and was about to go to training, a knock suddenly sounded outside the door.

A timid voice came in.

"Excuse me... is this Mr. Bloodshot Eyes' room?"