The Fourth Disaster: You Said The Human Race Is Weak In The Interstellar Space?

Patrol?

Slime's jelly-like face trembled several times.

"Is the captain dead?"

"Yeah, of course, the blood has stained the cab. If you go back now, you will probably be killed."

Seeing that the flesh on Slime's face was trembling with fear, the pirate guarding the door smiled and took back the cigarette he handed over.

He lit one and smoked it carefully, "This is a high-end product that I have collected with great difficulty. Don't you want to try it?"

Slime was terrified and afraid.

The patrol team is specifically responsible for managing these low-level pirates.

As long as anyone commits a crime, the people in the patrol team can execute the pirates they think have committed a crime without finding any reason.

Slime swallowed his saliva.

His blatant rebellion, coupled with the fact that he was preparing to infiltrate the interior with the enemy, he would probably be torn into pieces!

But now, he couldn't regret it.

These mechas are right behind him.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Slime didn't see the pirate's hint at all.

The porter pirate looked like a human, but his body was red as if he had no skin.

At this time, he looked at Slime with a pair of red eyes. After making sure that Slime didn't understand what he meant, he said speechlessly:

"Why are you still standing there? If you go in with these mechas now, the patrol will definitely kill you like they killed your captain."

"Brother, how about I suffer a little and help you digest it? I have a way."

He hinted at the cigarette in his hand.

Cigarettes, since they came from the human race, have become popular throughout the galaxy.

But the pirates were excluded by the Interstellar Alliance because of their status.

Except for the high-level pirates who have connections.

Other low-level pirates like Slime don't even have a way to buy things.

Not to mention good things like cigarettes.

"So just now, the little red man gave the slime cigarettes to tell him that he has a way?" The oil thief looked at the little red man with bright eyes.

The red pirate glanced around uncomfortably.

Just then, he saw the oil thief grinning at him.

"Huh? Why is this prisoner covered in mud?"

The red pirate's eyes were sharp in an instant, and he came towards the oil thief.

The oil thief's muddy appearance could be seen from the crowd at a glance.

"I... I was a little scared during the battle... So..."

The oil thief's brain was not slow.

She thought of the words in an instant.

Unexpectedly.

The other party actually laughed at him: "It turns out to be a coward, it's really strange, how can you, the second-level gene warriors, have such a good mecha?"

"These mechas, it's a pity to give them to you."

The red pirate licked his lips and swept his eyes over the players and Wei Yuan.

"Give me control of the mecha, and I'll let the slime release you. We're leaving tomorrow anyway, so this deal is a good deal."

The red pirate's voice was not loud.

It just happened that the players could hear it, but the slime couldn't.

The players were stunned for a moment.

The oil-stealing woman was the first to send a message in the group chat:

"Wow, it turns out that there are such old hands in StarCraft?"

Macabaca: "When the game planner made the game, did he have to work hard in society for several years? Such characters were created."

Xingchen: "6. But should we agree?"

Secretly begging: "If we agree, our plan to sneak in this time will be ruined, but if we don't agree, he probably won't give up. This is a level 4, can we do it?"

Xingchen: "It's a bit difficult if I'm alone, but with the BT mecha, it's no problem."

The oil-stealing woman coughed lightly.

I complained in my heart:

Nonsense.

If they use mechas, what are they worried about?

The main thing is that you are fighting with mechas at the doorstep of someone's house. Wouldn't such a big noise attract everyone?

Just when the players were anxious.

Slime ran over nervously and said, "They are all my prisoners of war. What do you want to do?"

"Huh, what do I want to do?" The red pirate sneered.

He looked the slime up and down, "What kind of person are you? Don't you know what you are? You are just a slime. You are lucky to be able to climb to level 4. Do you really think that you are also a big shot in the pirate group?"

"I gave you cigarettes just now to give you face, but if you don't want this face, don't blame me!"

"I will tell you the truth. The patrol team has left, but I want these mechas."

After the red pirate finished speaking, he took off the cigarette in his mouth and threw it on the ground, pretending to be very cool and said: "If you know what's good for you! Let these drivers give me the authority of the mecha."

"Otherwise, you will die."

When ordinary mechas are used, they need to be authenticated by biological genes, just like intelligent brains.

Therefore, when looting mechas, they usually kill the mecha owner, force the machine to flash, and then authenticate again before they can be used.

But there is another simpler method, that is, the former owner of the mecha unbinds it on his own.

Now this red pirate obviously wants players to unbind themselves.

Then get these mechas.

Four BT mechas.

For these pirates, that is a lot of wealth.

As for the patrol team.

If you become a pirate, you are putting your head on the belt and you might die at any time.

Can you let go of this easy-to-get fat meat just because you are afraid of the patrol team?

Impossible!

The determination in the eyes of the red pirate has not yet been fully revealed.

A laser made a puff and cut the red pirate in half.

The extremely high temperature emitted by the laser directly made the meat on the cut of the two parts of the red pirate's body fully cooked.

A burnt smell floated in the air.

"I didn't expect that at this time, there are still people who don't have eyes and want to hide things privately." A gloomy voice came from a distance.

A team of pirates in black robes came towards them.

The leading pirate was holding the weapon that just shot the laser.

Slime trembled all over and whispered to the players: "The patrol... they are the patrol."

The oil thief scratched his head. Good guy, in just a few minutes, they ran into the patrol?

What good luck.

Maybe this time, they can meet BT-007.

At this time, the sound of snow came from their headsets.

"Secret Begging Team, please be prepared. In 30 minutes, the pilot battleship group will arrive above the war zone. We have moved the resurrection point to the inside of the battleship..."