Colonial Suit

"Boom!!"

A violent jolt ran through the ship's bow, and the buffering system engaged.

Immediately, dense cracks appeared on the bow's collision panels, and large fragments scattered explosively. Amidst a chilling screech, the Medusa's bow began to twist and deform, as if squeezed by an invisible giant hand. At the same time, the two bow's buffer thrusters erupted with dazzling light, eventually exploding and catching fire.

Red alarms blared throughout the bridge, and the crew busied themselves nervously.

"Report damages."

"Collision panels one through seven detached, first layer of armor shattered."

"Energy conduit six damaged, gaseous energy leaking!"

"Bow's third buffer thruster detached! Second buffer thruster on fire! Fire suppression activated!"

"First structural layer of the bow damaged, frame deformed, but damage is minor."

"All personnel have evacuated to shelters, no injuries."

"Damage control operations will begin in five minutes, preparing for evacuation now."

"All isolation bulkheads are closed. Detaching the bow's first structural layer."

Reports echoed one after another within the bridge. Captain Old Harry, however, sat leisurely in the captain's chair, puffing on his pipe. His eyes were slightly narrowed, like a coiled eagle. Facing the slightly chaotic bridge, a hint of a smile crept onto his lips.

The damage was within acceptable limits. It seemed this mission would be completed with only a minor scare.

Old Harry never entrusted his fate to others. Although the mercenary branch had provided sufficient escort, Old Harry still preferred to handle things his way. In fact, before working for the mercenary branch, he was a well-known smuggler captain in the Sixth World, and escaping space pirates was his specialty.

"First Mate!"

"I'm here, Captain."

"Maintain the disguise, activate the anti-scanning shield. Looks like we've slipped away again. Keep an eye on things here, I'm going to get some rest."

"Aye, Captain," the First Mate said with admiration.

Having followed Captain Harry for so many years, he had never seen the old captain miscalculate. This time was no different. Having entered the Leyton Corridor, all they needed now was time. The ionic storms of the Leyton Nebula would give any space pirates trying to track them a headache.

It was time to let the old captain rest. The First Mate thought to himself, standing beside the captain's chair.

Old Harry stretched lazily, about to leave the bridge. But just as he reached the door, a crew member suddenly cried out.

"Scanning signal!! We've been detected!!"

"What!?" The old captain's eyes widened, and he strode over to the crew member.

On the screen in front of him, several blips were approaching rapidly. It looked like they would meet in just a few minutes.

"Damn it!! How could this be!" Old Harry snatched off his captain's hat, gritting his teeth.

They had already entered the Leyton Corridor. Only short-range, high-power scans could detect them, but this kind of scan had limited range. To be discovered even here, Old Harry could only say that his luck today was terrible.

"Notify the mercenaries, prepare for battle!!" Watching the blips rapidly approaching, Old Harry felt like vomiting blood.

"Also, end the disguise, activate the defense shields, and tell the lads we're in trouble. If they don't want to die, they better get moving."

"Aye!" The crew responded loudly, activating the enemy encounter alarm at the same time.

Amidst the piercing alarm, Old Harry's face was clouded with uncertainty.

"Now… it's up to those mercenaries. Hopefully their strength matches their price tag."

Shifting the perspective to the outside…

In the dark expanse of space, several silver assault shuttles were traveling at high speed. Rows of soldiers were ready in the spacecraft. They wore simple individual armor and held firearms, their eyes emitting bloodthirsty red light. On the bridge of the assault shuttle, a space pirate was revealing a ferocious smile.

This was a bald, heavily tattooed man who looked somewhat similar to Hensel. However, he lacked Hensel's domineering aura, replaced by a hint of sinister ruthlessness. His name was Stuke, a well-known space pirate in this star region. He was leading this robbery mission.

Sitting in the captain's chair of the assault shuttle, Stuke was clad in armor, resembling a metal monster. He rested his chin on one hand, watching with interest as the Medusa switched from stealth to defense, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"These fools probably never dreamed I could find them, right? I can imagine their panicked expressions. Haha, Joker's intelligence was accurate. This mission is going so easily. No challenge at all."

"Tell the soldiers to control the transport ship once we open the通道. I need them to get the transport ship's access, and if that old Harry doesn't cooperate, kill him."

"Yes!" An attendant replied, then turned to give the orders.

Looking at the Medusa on the screen, Stuke stood up and stretched lazily.

"Now, it's time for a game… Prepare the boarding pods!!"

The same scene was playing out in the other assault shuttles. As civilization developed, space pirates' looting methods were vastly different from the past. Primitive fleet battles were abandoned due to high consumption and excessive losses. Instead, space pirates relied on individual combat. Once they latched on, their powerful individual force could easily break through the transport ship's armor and establish a通道, and all that remained was the issue of occupation. For space pirates, robbery was now like a game.

All they had to do was eliminate the target's guards.

In the vast universe, several assault shuttles simultaneously launched boarding pods, looking like shooting stars streaking across the night sky from afar.

At the same time, the Medusa detected them, and exclamations erupted on the bridge.

"The space pirates launched boarding pods! We've been locked on!!"

"Damn it! This is a loss," Old Harry said resentfully, biting his pipe. Then he turned his gaze to the First Mate beside him. "Write down the list of losses for me. If we make it back alive, the mercenary branch will have to bear all of this."

"Yes, Captain," the First Mate replied, covered in sweat, his eyes fixed on the rapidly approaching 'shooting stars'.

Boarding combat was about to begin… He wondered if they could return this time…

At this time, Blood瞳 and Bo希 and others were fully armed, appearing on the deck on the outside of the ship, coldly watching the rapidly approaching boarding pods. A captivating cold light flashed in Blood瞳's eyes.

Beside him, little Bo希 was yawning boredly, looking like he hadn't woken up.

This was the first time Blood瞳 had seen the twin siblings in armor. Their armor was very special. The appearance looked like alloy-structured tailcoats and princess dresses, extremely similar to their usual clothes. The sister had launch devices on each of her shoulders, and at the same time held a large ion machine gun three times her size. A slender energy conduit was connected to the backpack behind her. The younger brother Bo希 was carrying his special scythe. Similarly, an energy conduit was connected to the backpack behind him.

From the outside, the two siblings had no intimidating feeling of armor, but looked like two large, adorable toys.

However, Blood瞳 knew that these two little guys were definitely not cute when they really fought. Their terror could only be displayed in blood.

In addition to the three of them, Jules also walked onto the deck today. His armor was also peculiar, with two butterfly-like wings on his back, and his weapon was an equally slender sniper rifle. Noticing Blood瞳's gaze, he smiled at Blood瞳, nodding.

Because of the helmet, Blood瞳 could not see his smile, but could feel his ease. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly that none of the people who could be mercenaries were simple characters. This Jules also seemed to be a veteran who had experienced a lot of killing.

Four dazzling shooting stars streaked across the distant starry sky. The space pirates had arrived…

Their boarding pods crashed directly into the Medusa's hull like meteorites, creating four huge craters on it. Immediately afterwards, the hatches opened, and a large amount of white mist was released… Four agile figures flew out.

Stuke took the lead, flying in front, followed closely by three companions. One was female, and two were male.

As soon as he left the boarding pod, Stuke saw Blood瞳 and the others on the deck at a glance, and his eyes flashed.

"You are the mercenaries guarding this time?"

No one answered him. Blood瞳 and the others stood quietly on the deck, looking at the space pirates with a very strange look. Seeing their arrogant attitude, Stuke didn't care at all, just grinning. "Since you don't want to talk, then don't talk."

"Kill!!"

Before the words were finished, the female space pirate behind him pulled out a large rifle from behind, and fired a shot. A dazzling beam shot out from the narrow muzzle, and with just one shot, she blasted a huge pit in the deck where Blood瞳 and the others were. Wisps of green smoke rose from the pit, almost penetrating the ship's armor.

However, her attack had no effect. Because at the same time as she raised her gun, Blood瞳 and the others had left the spot, rushing into their midst like lightning. The twin siblings met the two male space pirates, while Jules smiled coldly and aimed his sniper rifle at the female space pirate.

As for Blood瞳, he rushed madly towards Stuke with a cold aura.

Although not a colonization device, 'Desolate Beast' armor was designed for melee combat, and Blood瞳's preferences were considered from the beginning. Especially speed…

"You!?" Stuke widened his eyes in surprise. He didn't expect Blood瞳's speed to be so fast. But it was too late at this time. The Desolate Beast at full speed was like a tiger in the night, appearing in front of him in just an instant. Before even getting close, Blood瞳 made a Tae Kwon Do-like rising knee strike.

Starting stance…

Tiger Soul Impact!

"Bang!!" Stuke crossed his arms, forcibly receiving Blood瞳's blow. His whole body immediately flew backwards like a cannonball…