The Emperor’s Angel of Death

However, everything changed in the third year of the expedition. All gangs that disobeyed the Gray Fox Group were physically eliminated. This emerging force launched several bloody gang wars, arming themselves with powerful military weapons, even deploying laser cannons and heavy armed servitors. No force could resist. Ultimately, Sagan II Spaceport became the Gray Fox's de facto base in the Sagan system, and the only thing the local Justice Department could do was order cleaners to scrub the ground clean and dispose of all the bodies after each brutal gang fight.

As the ship slowly entered its berth, a shuttle left the flight deck and entered the spaceport's flight通道, passing through layers of checkpoints until it reached the most prosperous upper level of the spaceport, the Wealth Ring.

This was a huge, maze-like market where people could exchange strange and even illegal goods. It snaked around the spaceport's central keel, winding through countless functional blocks, spanning several levels. Thousands upon thousands of merchants lived in this arc. If a person had enough wealth and knew the right channels, they could buy almost anything.

The center of the Wealth Ring was the headquarters of the Sagan II Joint Business Association, a huge hall with colonnades. Beneath the ceiling painted with images of saints and emperors, the higher-level merchants and rogue traders conducted massive transactions that could determine the prices of a world or several worlds. Fully armed guards stood beside the marble roads, which were so clean they could be used as mirrors.

Kirk, dressed in a neat black suit and leaning on a cane, walked into the hall, followed by six bodyguards in bulletproof armor. Weapons were prohibited here for anyone other than guards, but their bulging waists were enough to prove they were not completely unarmed. However, the guards didn't even glance at them.

Because Kirk wore a gray fox badge on his collar, with a gold border.

He walked unimpeded to a side hall. His bodyguards immediately dispersed and stood against the wall. This place was already crowded with armed personnel, a bizarre collection of heavily modified cyborg assassins, burly Ogryn ape-men, and even watchful Death Cult assassins.

Kirk walked to a door. The servitors on either side of the door immediately pushed it open, and he walked in alone. The door then closed immediately.

This was a huge conference room, but it was sparsely furnished. The floor was covered with a thick red carpet, and the walls were made of gray soundproofing material. Even the lighting seemed very stingy, with only a dim chandelier in the center. Beneath the chandelier was a long table, more than ten meters long, with almost all the seats on both sides occupied. Each chair was occupied by a unique individual. Some were as well-dressed as Kirk, while others were wildly dressed in the underhive style, wearing bulletproof vests, sporting mohawks, and covered in tattoos on their arms and faces. Still others wore the uniforms common to captains. Regardless of height, weight, gender, or age, they all had one thing in common.

They all wore a gray fox badge, and all had gold borders.

The moment Kirk entered, he briefly attracted everyone's attention, causing them to temporarily stop their clamor and laughter, but this only lasted for a second. They immediately returned to their original state.

However, as he approached the long table, a burly man in a tactical vest, with a mechanical eye on his left and a mechanical arm on his right, suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of steel teeth.

"Smiley, I heard you got caught by the cops? Everyone thought you wouldn't make it."

Kirk simply returned a friendly smile and said:

"Hog, it's not bad to sit in the station occasionally. It's easier to get things done when you're familiar with them. By the way, how's your sleep lizard drug business going in the Tranquility system?"

"Fuck! Don't even mention it. I don't know who those sleep lizard producing places offended, but they were wiped out overnight. A town of several thousand people, not a single survivor. Even those idle cops in the Justice Department don't dare to investigate who did it. I'm really losing money like crazy. Now I'm still looking for people everywhere to find a way to catch sleep lizards."

"That's terrible."

Kirk shook his head and walked to his seat, seventh from the left. Seeing him come over, the middle-aged man on his left, who looked very much like a businessman, reached out and pulled the chair out for him while listening to someone on his communicator.

"Tell 'em, the dog line is ambushed by customs. Have them take the snake line around to the rat's nest. Remember to change the ship's beacon first, and tell the customers not to deliver the goods today. Wait a couple of days."

With that, the businessman-dressed man put the communicator on the table and turned to look at Kirk, smiling:

"Brother Kirk, are you okay? You really got caught by the cops?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Thanks for your concern, brother."

Hearing him say this, the businessman leaned over and whispered:

"I recently got a batch of hemp tree juice and pie powder. The quality is very good, but the market on Sagan II is a bit saturated."

As he spoke, he glanced at a forty-something woman sitting opposite him, fourth in line, wearing a fur coat, heavily made up, and constantly flirting with the people around her.

"Flower Fairy seems to be messing around with that Black Snake bastard. She's not satisfied with running brothels, she wants to interfere in our business. Now her goods are everywhere on Sagan Prime and II, trying to kill me with a price war! We're old friends. I want to sell some in your territory. Can you reduce the cut a bit? Two percent is too much. Would one point five percent work? At least let me not lose money, brother."

Kirk smiled and replied softly:

"Since you said so, brother, then let's make it one point nine percent."

"You this-"

"The brothers have to eat too, brother. You know I don't usually do this. I have to take care of other relationships."

"Alright, alright, one point nine it is. By the way, I want to get a batch of heavy artillery and heavy guns. Do you have any good, cheap stuff there?"

"You want cheap and good stuff, brother. You want all the advantages. But recently, some good stuff has been flowing out from the front lines. After all, the war is over, it's a good time to 'clear the accounts', but I don't know-"

Kirk's face showed an unfathomable smile.

"How much do you want, brother?"

"I want a tank if you can get it."

"No tanks, but Taurus armored vehicles, automatic cannons, grenade launchers, and armor-piercing rockets are available."

"Okay, okay, but I don't have that much liquid capital right now, or-"

Kirk immediately shook his head.

"Brother, you know my principles. First, no credit. Second, only cash."

"Alas, alright, I'll scrape some together and talk to you about it later."

Kirk, however, retracted his smile and noticed that the enchanting woman was watching him. He then whispered:

"Brother, may I ask, are you planning to make a move with those heavy weapons?"