Then he reached out and took out the laser pistol from his waist, pointed it at the other party, and spoke expressionlessly.

"I'll count to three, put down my backpack, raise my hands and come over!"

The man looked at him with a strange expression, sighed and shook his head, but did not raise his hands or move.

Anti-smuggling Class B spoke without hesitation, "One..."

When a starship is flying in space, there is a certain danger in a gunfight inside, but it is always better than a B-level magic battle.

During the anti-smuggling process, the anti-smuggling team encountered many similar incidents. They dared to shoot when they were anxious, and they also had complete response plans.

Upon seeing this, other anti-smuggling team members also drew their laser pistols.

The B-level man shook his head and spoke loudly, "Grandpa..."

"Call me grandpa now? It's too late!" The anti-smuggling level B sneered, "Boy, it's useless to call me grandpa, two..."

"Huh?" A faint snort came, followed immediately by another faint pressure.

Although the pressure is not strong, the suffocating feeling is very obvious.

The face of the B-level anti-smuggling agent suddenly changed. Although he was only a B-level person, he was really well-informed in this line of work.

"There is actually a supreme being on this starship?"

Then a voice came, "Which adult is this, who wants to be my grandson's great-grandfather?"
Chapter completed!