Royal Guard's black standard combat training uniform (with information integration helmet);

The standard laser rifle equipped by the royal guard;

tactical goggles;

A set of ordinary trigger-type individual soldier full-body energy shields.

"Boss, are you going to kill the whirling remains?"

Yang Ming looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Don't mention her to me! That thing is an ancient god in human form!"

The offended Lu pitifully agreed repeatedly.

Half past seven in the evening.

Yang Ming, fully armed, appeared on the bottom floor of the nightclub named Kalumi on time.

His 'special soldier' ​​look cast a shadow on the hearts of the gang members hiding around him.

Three minutes later, Yang Ming arrived at Calumi's office on the top floor. Under the gaze of a group of men and women, he sat swaggeringly on Calumi's leather chair with his legs splayed by the table.

Directly in front of him, the leader of the gang seemed to want to boost his aura. He pursed his lips and moved forward, punching the desk in front of Yang Ming.

boom!

The tabletop trembled slightly, and the guy's white fist turned slightly red.

"You are just a captain, actually!"

Yang Ming spoke calmly into the intercom on his shoulder: "Hit your shoulder."

call out!

There was a faint light flickering on the roof of the building opposite. Purple high-energy rays penetrated the special glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows. A line of blood immediately shot out from the shoulder of the man in front of Yang Ming.

"Ah! Ah——"

The gang leader shouted tremblingly.

A group of people in the room were stunned for a moment and hurriedly grabbed weapons.

Yang Ming glanced over, his cold eyes and undisguised threats made the group of people stay motionless in place like frozen sculptures.

Except for Kalumi, a light purple aiming mark appeared on everyone's heads.

The sound of the powerful engine of a military hover vehicle appeared outside the window, searchlights shined into the house, and more than a dozen armored hover vehicles descended from the sky - it is actually more appropriate to call them ground-based small airships.

Yang Ming put down his legs on the table, leaned forward slightly, put his hands on the table, and showed a gentle smile on his lips.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Yang Ming. I am an officer of the Royal Guards, deputy captain of the Fourth Brigade of the Fourth Guards Regiment, and have the rank of captain.

"I agreed to see you today just to resolve this matter directly.

"You took money and asked for my leg, and now you are trying to put pressure on me and disrespect the majesty of the royal guard. According to laws that may not yet exist in the empire, I have the right to execute you on the spot.

"Don't you understand what it means to rectify the Fa on the spot? That's it."

Yang Ming picked up his pistol, aimed at a high-ranking gang thug who was labeled a murderer by law, and pulled the trigger directly.

The light blue light flashed across, and there was a charred black hole the size of a coin on the man's head.

Everyone in the room looked pale.

Several people wanted to touch the laser guns in their arms, but bloody arrows appeared on their shoulders one after another, and there were several corresponding holes in the window glass.

"Do you understand what it means to rectify the Fa on the spot?" Yang Ming asked.

The people in front of him nodded tremblingly.

"Very good," Yang Ming put down his pistol, "In addition to being an officer, I am also a businessman. We may be able to conduct peace talks in another way tonight. How about we make a business deal?"

"Sir, you, you say."

"Use your money to buy your life."

…

"Planetary terraforming system? A complete set?"

In the villa, Kolev looked at Xiaolu in front of him and asked with vigilance: "You really decided to do this?"

Xiaolu tilted his head: "Why do you do that?"

"Hey! Don't think I'm old and stupid!"

Kolev shouted with eyes wide open. Fortunately, Lu opened the shielding system in advance.

"There is only one situation where the planetary transformation system needs to be used, and that is if you want to build a large base on a barren and barren planet! You want to build, build... a civilization of mechanical thinking bodies, right?"

Lu said seriously: "This is just a backup plan. Dear Uncle Hatton, the boss needs multiple insurances."

"You think it's too difficult to pull an administrative star directly into the mouth of the Sherman Empire, right?"

Kolev's voice calmed down.

He stood there thinking quietly.

"Honestly, Lu, I kind of like my current living situation. Competing with these nobles is a very fulfilling thing. I don't want to be a sinner of mankind. Every time an omnic crisis breaks out, many, many people will die and a lot of losses will occur.

H."

Lu explained: "The so-called omnic crisis will not appear on the planet that the boss wants to operate, I guarantee it."

"Come on," Kolev said firmly, "No one can guarantee this kind of thing, and neither can you."

"But……"

"I can help you," Kolev said. "Whether there is an omnic crisis or not, it's not that important to me. I don't have such a high moral bottom line. But one thing is, I can't afford this money. You

You have to raise your own money.”

After Kolev finished speaking, he smiled proudly.

This kind of modification system, even if it is a second-hand product, is extremely expensive on the black market, almost equivalent to the cost of a supply ship of the same size.

Now Yang Ming is only worth a few million federal coins at most, so he can't afford it!

Sure enough, Lu began to look troubled.

But after more than ten seconds, Lu blinked, and two 'money' symbols suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"The money is settled," Lu chuckled, "Just now, get ready to leave, old Captain Kolev."

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