Gods: The Swarm

Although Han Fei also wanted to avenge the victims of his fellow youths, this did not mean that he would still rush to send them away knowing that he was not easy to deal with.

Therefore, Han Fei is only going to conduct a simple peripheral investigation this time and collect preliminary information. It is best to get some media that can locate this black man.

As long as he gets the matchmaker and finds a way to send it back to the star region and hand it over to Li Qinghai, he will have basically nothing to do.

With the unreasonable power of the True God of Qinghai, sooner or later he will find out the truth behind this matter.

Han Fei, who thought over and over again, decided on the next action plan in no time.

Stepping to the medical room, Han Fei lifted Moore out of the treatment cabin.

Then, without waiting for the guy to scream, Han Fei waved his hand and asked the bionic medical staff to implant a mini bomb in his skull.

The power is not high, but it is enough to blow Moore's entire head into crumbs.

Moore, whose head was wrapped like a rice dumpling, was thrown to the command chair on the bridge by Han Fei just after the craniotomy was performed.

Then a cold voice without any emotion entered his ears.

"Then it's up to you."

"Follow my previous instructions and don't think too much, understand?"

The tortured Moore, after hearing this voice, acted like a stress reaction, his curled up body immediately collapsed, and he replied with a trembling voice.

"I understand, I understand... I understand!"

"Very good, now I am an interstellar merchant invited by you to come to Ventuston for purchasing."

"You come to apply for port docking, don't show any clues!"

There's no way, Han Fei doesn't have the qualifications to be a black man. If he wants to get in, he must have a qualified guide or guarantee. It's better to just use Moore's identity to get in.

Half an hour later, the starship arrived near the 꺶-shaped airport.

놇Here, there are as many as three airports of the same size, all of which are orbiting space stations orbiting 뀖satellites, which are equivalent to the front stage of the black star.

Starships can be seen at all times, arriving or departing from different directions.

The scene was unusually busy, but rarely chaotic.

Although it depends on the efficient management of the airport, it can also be seen that the smugglers who come to trade are extremely orderly.

As far as Han Fei saw, the ships leaving the port were all lined up in order, and there was no rush to jump in line.

From this point, it can be seen that Black 뎀뀘 definitely has enough deterrent power.

놇While Han Fei was smacking his lips at this sight, the airport dispatcher also looked surprised.

"Huh? What kind of thing is this?"

At the port tower, the dispatcher who was leisurely drinking coffee couldn't help but get excited when he saw Han Fei's starship appearing in the ship scan information in the port application queue.

It's not like they haven't seen high-end battleships before. In the smuggling fleet that goes back and forth every day, they even occasionally see retired battleship models of the overlord-level civilization.

But the shape of the starship that was queuing up at the port was completely different from the standard ships of various civilizations they knew.

The extremely strong concealment alone is not a feature that conventional battleships can possess.

Even if the enemy has taken the initiative to remove the multiple shielding particle layers at this time, the airport radar can only roughly scan the external equipment of the ship's hull, and cannot detect more effective information.

Just looking at these external weapons and the hull engraved with mysterious divine patterns is enough to make the dispatchers marvel.

"This damn thing is obviously a secret position on a light frigate. Its firepower and defense are so fast that they can rival those of a battleship!"

"It's definitely a car customized by a certain civilization!"

Not to mention the high cost, the technological content contained in it is not something that middle and low-level civilizations possess.

It can almost be concluded that the master of this starship is by no means an ordinary person, or even has a higher status, nor is he incredible.

"Hurry up and verify the accurate number of this distinguished ship. Don't worry about the other ships in front of you!"

The dispatch supervisor immediately raised his leg and kicked himself in the face, yelling urgently.

The one who was kicked was not angry, but immediately replied: "Boss, it has been verified!"

When the dispatch supervisor heard his subordinate's reply, he became even more furious and yelled: "Then why don't you arrange to dock at the port and let such distinguished guests line up? Do you think your job is too easy?"

"However, the correct number shown by 뀘 only has the right to get a primary port permission!"

"Clam?"

Hearing his subordinate's explanation, the dispatch supervisor was stunned, and then looked at the verification information on the screen.

[Moore, Aaron 그, 깇 level permission. 】

놇Ventoston, in order to ensure the smooth operation of the airport and reduce the load-bearing pressure, different berthing permission rights are divided for customers of different levels.

Whether it is the type of ship or the number of ships, there are accurate standards for different levels.

Holders of 깇-level permissions can only dock ordinary transport ships at the airport, not even combat ships.

Not to mention, this starship's firepower configuration clearly exceeds the standard.

Without the consent of the superior, the dispatcher would not dare to make an exception and pass the application without permission.

"Are you out of your mind? It's none of your business to care about that!"

"There are many people who don't have accurate codes, and they do business with their dismounted men."

"Is this something that we minions can ignore?"

The dispatch supervisor has rich experience and has encountered similar situations in the past.

He has long known that many real gangsters are very taboo about coming out in person to have contact with gang members.

He even speculated that the highest level of Ventuston was a white trap of certain forces.

It's just that for a character like me, knowing too much may not be a good thing, so he never mentioned it.

"Hurry up and activate the VIP berth. We invite you to dock. Be humble."

"I'll report to the customer service and ask them to arrange a special reception."

"Quick! Quick! Quick!"

There was a lot of noise and busyness in the dispatch room.

Not long after, Han Fei's car slowly docked under the guidance of the tower.

The ship door opened, and Moore, who was walking in front, almost peed when he just got out of the ship and was about to step onto the gangway.

"Fuck............."

Seeing the Ailon people standing on both sides of the gangway to welcome the guests, they all looked at him.

Mor wanted to shrink back, but was pushed out again by the two bionic beasts following behind him.

Dong... Dong... Dong...

Moer, holding his head, rolled down the gangway like a pink but wrinkled meat ball.

Fortunately, there was a thick carpet under the gangway, so he didn't fall and get hurt.

"Uh............."

Alon, who came to greet him, was stunned for a moment, and then hurried forward to help him up.

"Mr. Moore, are you okay?"

The voice was soft and sweet, with deep concern, making me feel like spring breeze.

At least, that was the aesthetic and perception of Aaron.

Especially the soothing effect from the spiritual level, whether intentional or unintentional, made Moore feel so happy that he almost... ... that thing.

It gave him the illusion that he had found a soul mate.