The giant is me

The sixth galaxy, A1 star.

As a frontier planet, due to being occupied and plundered by the Zerg, this planet has become extremely barren. It is one of the darkest and most chaotic areas in the entire empire.

It is the paradise of the wicked and the last straw of the desperate. Countless cases of fraud, robbery, murder and smuggling happen on this planet every moment.

Bars are one of the iconic places on this planet.

This bar does not need a name, because it is the only bar opened in the space port, just hang out the flag with the painted wine glass, and people will flock here to drink and drink all night, exchange news and trade supplies here, Also post and receive quests here.

The only thing not allowed in this bar is fighting.

Its behind-the-scenes boss controls the place with absolute strength, deterring all desperadoes, slight pushes and quarrels will not be noticed, but the next second after the fight, the provocateurs were blasted into pieces by beam guns fired from all directions. smallest particles.

So, today is another extraordinarily peaceful day.

The bartender Bill wiped the glass slowly, looked at the red light brought by the ion cannon at the entrance of the bar, and smiled comfortably.

"Excuse me, please bring me a martini." The speaker spoke with an imperial accent, and his words were quite polite.

Where did the young master come from?

Bill thought to himself, as expected, he met a beautiful face with arrogance and dignity.

The other party probably just came of age, with crow-black long hair curled on his shoulders, fair cheeks with a little baby fat, pointed chin, slightly raised eye tails, leaving a proud arc, light pink lips are very thin, slightly Sipping.

Finding that the bartender didn't answer, the young master who came from nowhere repeated it again, his violet eyes were as clear as jewels.

Violet eyes are the hallmark of which family?

Bill thought as he mixed it—four parts gin, one part vermouth.

"Wait," the busy young master said suddenly, "three servings of gin, one serving of vodka, a large slice of lemon, shake well."

Bill stopped and looked at the young master in front of him: "I thought you would prefer a sweeter taste."

The person in front of him looked directly into his eyes: "No ice, thank you."

After matching the code, Bill quickly connected to the boss's communication: "Your wine will be ready soon."

The transparent liquor swayed gently in the wine glass following the young man's movements. This young master was by no means as docile and harmless as he appeared on the surface. After taking a sip of strong liquor, his face remained unchanged, and he looked around calmly.

Bill knew that this man was watching the surveillance and armed forces everywhere in the bar.

"Hey, little beauty." A frivolous voice came from the side.

The person who spoke was a typical mercenary, wearing a black space battle suit, with a snow mountain logo on his chest, and a gun on his waist. One of his eyes had been replaced with a prosthetic eye, just like his right hand that also shone with metallic silver luster.

In this chaotic area, the illegal transformation of the body has also become a practice. Obviously, the prosthetic eye will provide him with powerful data analysis capabilities, and the transformation of the hand can be used as a carrier for weapons.

System: [Generally speaking, someone will install an ion cannon on their hands in the underground black clinic.Of course, considering the particularity of this world, most people's body transformation may start with genes, such as the group of strange creatures on the front right. ]

Tang Ying's eyes slid past the man with fangs covered with reptile scales and sharp claws: [This kind of transformation has a high mortality rate, and there will be unpredictable sequelae in the future. ]

[Of course, but they are all desperadoes, and the future does not belong to them. ] The system is surprisingly thorough at certain moments.

Tang Ying looked away bored, and continued to discuss genetic programming with the second brother on the other end of the optical brain, with ridicule and encouragement, and worked diligently as a one-on-one teacher.

The little beauty didn't respond for a long time, which made the mercenary's partners burst into laughter.

The mercenary was impatient, and his anger rose. The mechanical hand slapped the beauty in front of him, and the trembling wine glass shook three times: "Young master from the imperial capital?"

Tang Ying finally gave him a look of charity.

"This is not a place where you should come alone. Be careful that your family members will not find any dead bodies." The mercenary sneered, his fangs bared, "Why don't we let our brothers have a good time today!"

His companions laughed, mixed with all kinds of obscene words.

They represent Baishan, the largest power in the area. Bill frowned, and was about to speak, when he saw the young master give him a calm look, and immediately shut up. Just in time, he also wanted to know, Mentor, the boss has been keeping secrets, What strength does it have.

This kind of provocation often happens in this peaceful bar. A group of guys who advocate violence and blood gather together to drink and make trouble. It is very normal, but it will not develop into a brawl in the bar, and the boss's beam gun is staring at it.

Naturally, the rest of the people would not stop them, and even watched with interest. If this little sheep that went astray was smarter, it would realize that the safest thing to do now is to stay in the bar. Can keep him alive until the bar closes.

Tang Ying was also very happy. He had just arrived, and he just needed to make a name for himself: "Your Excellency, you'd better buy a cemetery for yourself first, so as not to be dead on the street."

"The teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp." The mercenary sneered, and the ion cannon on the manipulator began to charge, emitting a terrifying blue light.

In the next second, the little beauty who was supposed to be frightened shot like lightning, so fast that she could almost draw an afterimage.

Crackling, various parts shattered to the ground, leaving only a bare base for the mercenary's extremely eye-catching mechanical arm.

And the most important energy core is held and played by the unfathomable young man, flipping up and down like a butterfly.

"It's a reward, don't thank me too much." The young man blinked mischievously, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that Mentor's reputation on the system panel had increased by 3000.

There was a moment of silence in the bar, followed by applause. The only rule on this planet is that strength comes first, and the weak prey on the strong. They will covet a delicious lamb, and they will also applaud the real strong.

The mercenary's face turned red and white, and he left in despair, without even saying a word of cruelty.

Don't blame him, the extremely precise mechanical arm that can be dismantled in ten seconds can only be done by a top mechanic, and it has to be the kind with a talent bloodline that speeds up.

As for a top-level mechanic, not only all forces will flock to him and offer extremely generous rewards in order to pull him into his command, but the weapons he carries are also very terrifying and hard to guard against.

The bartender rated the person in front of him on a higher level in his mind, then mixed a glass of wine and put it in front of him.

"I remember I didn't order this glass of wine." Mentor stared at the dark green wine, and asked with a smile as he lightly brushed his finger across the edge of the glass.

"This glass of wine is called 'Life', I just think it's suitable for you." Bill's light green eyes, which belonged to plant blood, had a gentle smile.

Races from the colonial star of the empire have poured into the empire to work in large numbers in recent years. It is not surprising to meet people from the green plant clan here, and the other party may also know the plan in the clan and come here to help.

Bill said: "Our boss is already waiting for you at the back."

The owner of the bar is a chubby middle-aged man, not impressive in appearance, and it is difficult to find him if he blends into the crowd. Only his eyes flashed shrewdly from time to time: "Mentor, I didn't expect you to come here today."

Tang Yingshi sat down on the sofa calmly, crossed his long legs, and relaxed his attitude: "It's just a matter of trust and loyalty."

"Unexpectedly, there is still someone who can work for you to go there yourself." The boss tentatively asked, "Mr. J?"

By the way, this vest of his has cooperated with Mr. J's vest a few times, one contributed money, the other contributed, and his reputation exceeded [-], and both of them were registered in both black and white.

"Huh?" Mentor had a half-smile, which forced the boss into a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to say more.

As a well-known middleman in the gray area, he has a bad relationship with Mentor. The simple summary is that he was caught when he was planning to eat two ends, and he just peeled off a layer of skin.At this moment, the opponent still has the handle, and he has to obediently provide information.

He is in pain!

"The Black Hawk's spaceship is expected to arrive at the port in seven days, stay for an afternoon, and leave after replenishing supplies," the boss pushed a chip to Mentor, "All the information is here."

"Thanks." Mentor took it, and threw a chip in his hand, "The original is here, be careful in the future, any of the big forces here can tear you apart."

After the words fell, he arrived at the door in a blink of an eye, and his figure disappeared completely. Several thugs and robots came back dejectedly: "I didn't keep up, I didn't find it."

"It's okay, it's Mentor after all," the boss said, holding the evidence of his previous tampering in the intermediary service, and he was already a little scared. "He must have a method of optical invisibility."

"However, we saw that the people from Baishan also followed." The leader of the thugs said, "It may be that the provocative peripheral members notified the headquarters."

Baishan is the leader of the planet, the Earth Emperor, and the entire organization is entrenched here, and the notices issued are even more effective than the local government's decrees.

"They also want to hire a mechanic?" The boss knew the thoughts of this group of people when he rolled his eyes. According to Baishan's domineering and arrogant style, the word please is similar to robbing and threatening, and he couldn't help laughing, " Interesting, don't stop me, I have long wanted to see the sky change."

"Baishan?" Tang Ying laughed when he heard the system alarm, "The information says that Black Eagle has a deal with Baishan this time, and I planned to find them, but I didn't expect to be so obedient and come here by myself."

The invisibility device coated him with a color consistent with the surrounding environment, automatic sound insulation, and detection methods such as infrared were also completely isolated.

Therefore, when he stood on the top of the wall and looked down at this group of minions scrambling around like headless chickens, no one noticed that their target was right above their heads.

"Then go." He grabbed a handful of metal buckles from the windbreaker pocket and threw them down.

In the air, these dozens of metal buckles immediately transformed into several metal dandelions, fluttering.

"What is this?" Someone discovered this unusual thing and exclaimed.

Someone remembered that their target this time was a top mechanic, and immediately got goosebumps when they saw the metal products: "Run!"

"It's late." Mentor was already sitting on the wall, his legs dangling boredly, "It's windy."

When the wind blows, the fluff of the dandelion is immediately blown away, and countless steel needles fly out, piercing the skin of the minions, and the anesthetic takes effect immediately, plopping into a large area.

And several armed robots among them were also attracted by the automatic key popped up by Mentor. The virus immediately invaded and unlocked the control. After a while, these robots stopped in place blankly, and the red light in their eyes went out.

Mentor jumped down lightly, stepped over the poor creature on the ground, and snapped his fingers lightly. The eyes of these armed robots immediately lit up with green light, and they said in unison: "Master, good evening, what's your order?"

"The night is dark and the wind is high, killing and setting fire." The young man looked at the cathedral in the port, his eyes burning with eagerness.

Everyone knows that that place is where the largest organization on this chaotic planet—the base of Baishan is located.