"You are wrong about this! The Supernormal Administration and the Internal Revenue Service are basically the same company, and it is not uncommon for guerrillas to catch tax evaders," he said.

The old captain was about to complain a few more words about the evil Alliance money-hungry capitalists, when he received a message from the first officer on the bridge.

"Beyond our 2-point astronomical unit, there are two assault ships running parallel to our ship... They must be the patrol fleet of the far-shore defense fleet!" said the first mate's voice.

"Continue to monitor! Keep the second engine warmed up and turn on the mirage system!" the captain said.

The first mate said yes, and then heard him say again: "Then, you and the passengers, all start taking turns to eat."

Captain Hanford gave the instructions step by step, but there was no sense of tension. In the eyes of this free man who traveled in the stars, the surveillance deployed by the far-shore defense fleet was no different from a sieve. In other words, the borders of all countries in the galaxy

Monitoring networks are all sieves.

Seeing Earl Black Moon looking at him with a half-smile, he explained with a smile: "I actually run this channel often! Although the far shore nebula is very dangerous, there are still certain rules! Tomorrow, there will be a jump channel.

The meeting will be opened. This is a secret that only us old scoundrels have mastered. The Community Navy does not know about it. Even if they find us, they will only give up after a symbolic pursuit. "

"I understand. Moreover, based on the performance of your ship and the capabilities of the crew, the two assault ships are no match for you."

"Don't say such terrible things! I'm just a businessman, and I don't dare to have such trouble with officials." Captain Hanford quickly shook his head.

Just as the captain said, the two community patrol ships may not have noticed them at all. After traveling parallel to each other for a few minutes separated by two astronomical units, they turned directly. The two sides moved farther and farther away, and soon

It soon left the radar's capture range.

At this time, the crew also began to take turns coming to the cafeteria for lunch. In addition to the crew members on the "Ten Thousand Years Eagle" who looked like outlaws at first sight, there were also a considerable number of plainly dressed and dusty crew members.

Ordinary passengers.

"It's not the slave trade! I won't do this kind of cheating thing where you can't have a son without hair! They're just refugees and stowaways," the captain explained to the count.

Earl Black Moon said that he had no doubts, and if they were slaves, they would definitely be wearing restraint devices, but he still curiously asked: "Across from the Nebula on the far shore, is the empire's sphere of influence!"

"Oh, it's all about living. There's nothing wrong with being a subject under a certain empire lord! If that lord still has some conscience, he might be able to earn some family fortune after working hard all his life, and he can be regarded as the spirit of the universe.

Good fortune has been given.”

Earl Black Moon nodded noncommittally and glanced at the passengers who were preparing to eat.

Although Captain Hanford is a big smuggler, he generally eats well. The meals given to these refugee stowaways are not bad. Although most of them are canned foods with high salt and preservatives, at least the portions are sufficient.

Earl Black Moon was originally just preparing to take a casual glance, but when "his" eyes swept across the crowd, his gaze froze, and a playful smile gradually appeared on his ordinary face.

"Captain Ford, where did these stowaways come from?"

"That's it. Alliance, Ralt, Vero, oh, and of course the New World. This is already a bus lane across the entire universe!" The captain just smiled, and then quickly realized something, his expression

It sank.

"You have to be ready to wash the floor."

After leaving these words, Earl Black Moon stood up and walked straight towards the dining crowd.

He ignored the attention directed at him and walked directly to the corner, standing in front of a person sitting by the wall with his legs crossed.

This should be a human being, because he is wrapped in a dusty robe, and his gender and age cannot be determined, but he can tell that he must be a small person. He, or she, is carefully holding a food box with canned meat and bread.

Plate and eat in small bites.

The other party seemed to have sensed someone approaching. He tightened his robe and tried to keep himself as close to the wall as possible, trying to make himself a little transparent. He was pitiful, innocent and helpless.

"I also like to change my identity and see the world from a different perspective. This will not make me get carried away and forget the fact that I am a human being. So, I understand your fun." The count said.

The figure huddled under the robe seemed to be even more frightened, shivering, and the thin arms stretched out under the robe could barely hold the rice plate in his hand.

No matter how you look at it, this scene is a bully bullying a lonely stowaway. After a brief moment of silence, the passengers present became a little angry. They were all refugees, so naturally they did not dare to react violently.

I could only express my support with my eyes.

Earl Black Moon seemed completely unaware and continued: "However, the work that follows is very important to me, and I cannot let go of any hidden dangers."

The gray cloak put down the food plate in his hand and put his hands under the cloak.

"You are a psychic, right?" Earl Black Moon said.

The other party remained silent.

"...We have the same astrolabe, so I can feel your aura, your spiritual energy fluctuations, your current level, and even the abilities you are currently using." Earl Black Moon stopped his smile, and his voice suddenly There was an extra hint of chill: "But apart from that, I can feel more! Tell me, why does an individual... have such a strong smell of blood? Why can an individual feel such dense fluctuations of life?"

"Dang!" Suddenly there was an ear-splitting crash in the air.

At some point, a tentacle that looked like a giant scorpion's tail extended from the shadow covered by the gray robe, walked around behind Earl Black Moon, and immediately launched an attack.

However, the earl did not look back, but just raised his left hand. I don't know when, there was a sharp butterfly dart between all her fingers, unfolding like a fan, sucking in the hooked tentacles of the scorpion tail. In an instant, the latter seemed to be strangled by four or five steel cables at the same time, unable to move at all.

The man finally raised his head. Under the stained gray cloak, there was a delicate and beautiful face of a girl. She was pitiful and delicate. If it weren't for the reddish-brown and black double pupils in her eyes, Anyone would think that this is just an ordinary high school girl.
Chapter completed!