Chapter 276: 138 Hunting Time_3

Professor Pat suddenly shouted.

Although the fleet commander was a bit puzzled, the orders she had just received were to fully cooperate with this professor, even if the commands seemed bizarre.

“Turn off all detectors,” the fleet commander ordered.

“Report!”

A technician shouted loudly, “A suspicious spacecraft has been spotted above and to the left of the target ship!”

Fleet commander: “Project it!”

“Yes!”

A somewhat blurry image appeared in the upper left corner of the projection screen.

It was a fixed-wing battleship slowly closing its tail cabin, with elegant ship lines, approximately one hundred sixty meters in length, seemingly a type of experimental concept ship.

“Ship two and ship three, lock on the main cannon of this ship, read its identification mark.”

“Yes!”

“This ship’s identification code is a new experimental transport ship from the Guel Alliance.”

The fleet commander turned and asked, “Professor, should we attack this ship too?”

Professor Pat frowned, looking at the data transmitted before him.

What was wrong with this battleship?

Why was it here?

The bugs…

“Attack,” Professor Pat immediately gave the order, “leave no survivors.”

The fleet commander felt a chill and swiftly issued commands.

The main cannons of the two ships were about to reach the minimum energy density allowed for firing.

The suspicious spacecraft in the upper left suddenly accelerated!

In the fleet commander’s incredulous gaze, the ship left a thin mist-like trail in space, spreading its wings like a swan, quickly distancing itself with unimaginable speed.

“Radar has lost the target! The other party is releasing strong interference!”

“What powerful propulsion!”

“What kind of engine is that? Such instantaneous output power should be impossible!”

The fleet commander, decisive, commanded, “Fire!”

Two thick beams instantly illuminated the desolate star domain.

The swan-like ship seemed to anticipate their firing order in advance, and with a slight upward arc, narrowly avoided the beams.

Exclamations echoed through the bridge.

A beam of light appeared at the front end of the ‘swan’ ship and vanished directly.

“They’re starting to warp!”

“Calculating landing point… It’s a continuous warp!”

“Notify the border fleet to intercept!”

The bridge erupted into chaos.

Professor Pat frowned at the scene before him, hardly daring to imagine what would happen if the Insect Race’s matter were exposed…

No, these weren’t the Insect Race they bred; these were insects discovered hidden on Ram Star. When they attempted to eliminate the insects, the Insects hijacked the transport ship and fled.

Yes, that’s it.

“Destroy this transport ship, leave no trace!” Professor Pat murmured.

Over a dozen ship main cannons fired simultaneously, and the transport ship quickly became cosmic dust.

Professor Pat, with a cold stare, observed everything, said a word of gratitude, then terminated the communication and turned to look at the experiment personnel behind.

“Leave Ram Star immediately, activate Base Two.

“Conduct disinfection on Ram Star, remove all traces in the shortest time possible.

“Amend experimental protocols, if the mother worm shows signs of evolving to the Third Rank, immediately execute her.”

…

In Feinan’s tail cabin.

A distorted escape pod lay crooked in the corner.

After the continuous warp just ended, 026 rushed over and, with great effort, finally pried open the escape pod hatch.

A fetid smell hit.

Yang Ming, in the pilot seat, was covered in green.

026 disregarded whether the bug blood was dangerous, trying to remove Yang Ming’s helmet.

“Boss! Are you okay, boss!”

“I’m not dead yet,” Yang Ming’s voice came.

He seemed to be exhausted, struggling as he removed the helmet, gasping with his eyes closed, “Go check the samples in the back… Take her to the emergency cabin… If she can be saved, keep her in a state of hibernation.”

“Okay, boss!”

026 quickly agreed and hurried to open the auxiliary door at the back.

Hera lay there covered in blood, her body wrapped in an emergency capsule, her vital signs extremely weak.

Yang Ming, at this moment, didn’t want to move a finger, just kept panting.

Feeling the heat of his body and the visibly increasing strength of his body, Yang Ming couldn’t help but grin.

This was hunting!

Lyu’s projection appeared next to him.

“Boss, Feinan’s first is gone.”

“Gone is gone,” Yang Ming laughed, “That also means that we can now navigate Feinan freely within the New Federation without restraint.”

Lyu murmured, “Fine, but we can’t casually use Feinan within the Wind Domain now.”

“That’s not a problem; I call the shots in Wind Domain now.”

Yang Ming tossed the Light Sword aside, attempted to stand up, but fell back into the cockpit.

“Thrilling.”

“It was quite thrilling, we almost got hit.”

Lyu sighed with a touch of anxiety in his eyes,

“This is my responsibility, boss. If I hadn’t suggested saving Hera for research, we could have retreated calmly.”

Yang Ming glanced at Hera being carried away by the emergency robot and shrugged slightly,

“Don’t worry too much, I also wanted to save her, she’s a beautiful lady, I like her personality… and figure.”

Lyu was visibly hesitant.

She didn’t quite endorse the notion of Subordinate Ancient God Life Form breeding simulation with Insect Race larvae.

But upon further thought, it might produce some curious reactions.

Unaware of Lyu’s thoughts, Yang Ming squinted slightly,

“Conduct a full analysis on her, ascertain her mode of communication with the Insect Race. Whether we can find insect eggs within the Sherman Empire and present the New Federation with a grand gift may depend on her performance.”

“More urgently, boss, you need a full medical exam and immediate injection of Genetic Stabilization Liquid.”

“I feel great now,” Yang Ming yawned, “Get a couple of robots to carry me back; I’ll take a nap first… Strange, after finishing off the Mother Worm, I feel like my muscles have become more powerful… What’s the principle behind this…”

He mumbled, slowly closing his eyes.

Soft snores resonated in the tail cabin.

Lyu observed Yang Ming for a moment.

“Good night, boss.”