Villain Organization Fishing Rules [Quick Transmigration]

["Obsidian" Interplanetary Voyage Log]

[Level: Top Secret]

[Authority: Sanin]

: On the fifth day of departure, we arrived at an ocean planet. I bought some seafood supplements. Eating barbecue every day was a little greasy, and the nutrients were really hard to swallow.Ah bah, who invented the coriander-flavored nutritional supplement, is it poisonous?

: On the eighth day of departure, I encountered merchant spaceships three times on the way. I did not touch them, but exchanged some supplies with them.

: On the tenth day of departure, my subordinates asked me why I didn't jump directly?I told him that if he asks such a stupid question again, I'll take his head off and use it as a starship wet garbage disposal entrance.We're disguising space roving merchant ships.camouflage!understand!It's definitely not that I'm being lazy and fishing!

: No. 12 days of departure, on the way, I encountered interstellar pirates who tried to rob us twice. I let this group of stupid men who were almost suffering from troubles play by themselves, and replenished personnel and supplies by the way. Interstellar pirates are really rich.

: On the 16th day of departure, we unfortunately encountered a psionic storm, but fortunately, I was affected by the awakening of psionics, and successfully dragged the starship out of the subspace.

General Val and I urgently reported this matter, and he asked me to report to the dark side of the universe... I can only take out that stone.The dark side of the universe helped me restrain the violent energy, and I finally died without exploding.

: Three days after starting No.20, we found a lost civilization planet, dug up a small treasure left by the extinct civilization, and sold it for a high price on the black market, but generally speaking, we did not earn as much as robbing pirates.

: 30 days after departure, I finally realized that I asked my subordinates to transform our ship into a big fat sheep cargo ship, or the kind that had just been robbed and escaped hunting, and looked extremely miserable.

: Eight days after leaving No.70, someone actually invited me to a party of nearby interstellar pirates. Only then did I realize that I seemed to be famous (not all interstellar, but in a nearby star field), but I remember that we used to pretend to be merchant ships ...

: Departure No. 80 days, the party is very lively, our starship is called "Fraud", in fact, I think "Pengci" is more appropriate, but obviously the pirates in this world can't understand my humor.

: After 1 days of departure, my psychic power seems to have been upgraded, but I still haven't gone crazy. I continue to report to the dark side of the universe. He is satisfied with my progress and expressly expresses that I can go to my destination quickly.

That's right, if you deliberately delay it, it will take half a year. Not to mention the interstellar jump, even the oldest starship should float to the Beta-289 galaxy.

I took the recorder in my hand and recorded today's interstellar voyage log: "Nineteen days after departure, we finally arrived at the Beta-1 galaxy as a merchant ship. According to the data, this is a barren E-class resource galaxy. Some planets are uninhabited, and a few planets have guards from mining companies who are responsible for manipulating artificial intelligence mining equipment."

"The empire chose this area as an experimental base for secret projects, which is completely understandable."

"But the strange thing is that when our starship enters the field, the transition, positioning and communication systems are all affected, which may be related to the secret experiment of the empire. However, I cannot contact the legion buried in the corresponding channel through the corresponding channel. Spy here."

"But fortunately, we believe in the dark side of the universe and can be protected by him, although... I feel that psionic energy is not too stable."

"After the starship entered this area, it should have been discovered by the empire. This is very dangerous, but it is also an opportunity to approach the test site. The information prepared by the organization is sufficient, and there is not enough evidence. Even if the army here has doubts, it cannot directly execute it. us."

I put down the recorder and sighed, feeling more and more anxious.

From the moment I entered this area, I felt that something was always spying on this starship.

Scanners for the Imperial Army?

I massaged the space between my eyebrows to calm my beating heart.Calmness, over-anxiety is useless, even if you can deal with things before, you will do wrong now.If even my emotions are out of control, it will be even more difficult for the crew and subordinates to control themselves.

There must be a problem with the Beta-289 galaxy, but it can't retreat now, so it can only bite the bullet.

On the one hand, I have not achieved any results, and I have no way to explain to the organization.You have to know that these lunatics don't reason with you.For them, failure is disloyalty, and disloyalty is death.

On the other hand, there is a problem with the starship transition system, and we cannot leave the galaxy in an instant.What's more, I have a feeling that when being targeted by a large beast, turning around and running away is the real way to die.

"Captain, uh, boss?" As the fanatic of the first officer, he walked into the captain's room.

"Carl, what's wrong?"

"It's still an old problem. We need to replenish the energy of the starship and the supplies of the crew."

"Any reply from the ore star? Or, reply from any source?"

"No, boss."

I cursed secretly, looked at my legs wrapped in the captain's uniform, and let out a long breath: "Which mine star is the closest to us?"

"Santa Buta 16."

San Buta, an ancient language of the empire, translates as "the forgotten old days".

The planets in this area are all called San Buta, but they are numbered differently for easy identification.They have no development value, and can only spend long forgotten years in remote and desolate galaxies. This name is very appropriate.

"Down in port, the crew needs to rest, and I need the truth."

San Buta 16 is a small planet with only one berthing port, which mainly supplies ore transport ships and internal supply ships of mining companies.

Fortunately, our merchant ships are not too big. If we really come here with the standard warships of the Army of the Roses, this port will not be able to stop at all.

The berthing port is dead silent, there are no staff, but there are also no monsters or enemies.

Only the artificial intelligence is still operating automatically. They have verified the identity of the merchant ship and guided us to berth in the port space, and there is a smaller supply ship next to it.

I glanced at it and asked the artificial intelligence: "Where is the person in charge of your mining area here?"

"Mr. Zemore is not here," the artificial intelligence said with a stern look. "If you have any important matters, you can tell me first. I will record it in the memorandum and submit it to Galaxy Technology Company, or let me know when Mr. Zemore returns."

"No need."

I lowered my eyes: "Our starship needs to be recharged, and we need to buy a batch of crew supplies. Do we need to wait for Mr. Zemore to come back?"

"No, honored guest, Harry III has relevant authority, you can buy it directly."

A metallic circular robot holds out a tablet to show me price lists of various items.

It is common sense for merchant ships to resupply nearby in remote areas, and no one will dispute it.And according to the Empire's "Mutual Assistance Act No. 8", if a legal starship passing by needs help, the planet of the Empire cannot refuse, and must lend a helping hand within the scope of its own conditions.

Of course, if a certain planet is in danger, all nearby starships can also be recruited in a state of emergency, and the latter cannot refuse.

So Harry III can come up with this price list, which is also within my expectation.

I glanced at the price, and it was [-]% higher than the market price, but considering the remoteness of the place, this price was acceptable.

I quickly clicked on the tablet and nodded to Harry III: "How soon can I get the supplies?"

Harry No. 3 paused, as if searching the information database, and then replied: "Five hours, distinguished guest."

I checked the time on the arm of the Power Armor. In other words, we need to spend the night here.

"The communication equipment on our merchant ship is malfunctioning, can I borrow yours?"

"Where do you need to send information?" Harry III raised its head and asked, "If it's this galaxy, Harry III can serve you. But if it's another galaxy, only the communication equipment in the central tower can do it."

I lowered my eyes to think, and finally said, "Take me to the central tower."

"Okay, distinguished guest."

I did not ask where Mr. Zemore and the other mine workers had gone.I have a hunch that once this question is spoken, it will create a dire situation that cannot be undone.

All the weirdness is hidden under the seemingly peaceful appearance, forming some kind of delicate balance, albeit temporarily.

Now is not the time to tear away that layer of appearance. First, I have to contact the organization, then replenish energy and supplies, and finally, I can try to turn my face.

I left most of the crew and subordinates on the starship, and took only six fanatics, and followed Harry III to the central tower.

We sit in a surface transporter from the last century, watching the planet's barren landscape, and the mining machines constantly busy.Various data from the outside world are displayed on the screen of the transporter——

The oxygen content is 3%, the temperature is -78 degrees Celsius, the wind force is 8, and the gravity is only one-third of that of a normal planet.

There is no doubt that it is impossible for humans to walk on the surface without wearing protective clothing.

As for whether there are indigenous races in the local area?God knows what.Even if there was one, it is now taken away by the Galaxy Company.

If it is an intelligent race, the Galaxy Company will force the other party to relocate.

If it is a non-intelligent race, it will either exterminate the opponent depending on the situation, or capture it and sell it as a pet or experimental subject.

Is the empire ruthless?Perhaps, without the Galactic Corporation, human beings are still waiting to perish on the earth.

After more than an hour's drive, we arrived at the central tower on the equator of the planet, which is also the life center of the mining staff.

Galaxy Corporation is cruel to non-intelligent races, but it is still generous to its employees.The central tower is not so much a tower as it is a five-story employee base.

Artificially created a natural tropical landscape, there are even chirping insects and birds, gurgling brooks, and abundant fruits on the branches, making people happy physically and mentally.

Accommodation area, dining area, sports area, hot spring area, audio-visual area, game area, etc. are all available. I even saw a theater and a rock stage on the third floor.Even though the place is weirdly empty, under the maintenance of artificial intelligence, it looks clean, tidy, beautiful and peaceful.

The five fools behind me also sensed something was wrong, but they didn't have much fear.

Thank you, we are fanatics, we are mentally ill, so we will not be afraid.

Maybe it's called "you can't mentally contaminate me as long as I'm mentally ill first".

Harry III takes us to the fifth floor, where the comms are.

Everything is going well, and there is no alien that pops out of nowhere and eats us all.

I sent General Val the previously negotiated code, and the message went uninterrupted.

"Dear guest, while you are waiting for your reply, you are free to enjoy any food and entertainment facilities in the central tower."

Harry No. [-] said meekly.

I nodded slightly, but my palms were wet with sweat.Looking at the round and smooth artificial intelligence sphere in front of me, I laughed, quietly retracted my right hand into the sleeve, and wiped my blood on the inner fabric.

The communicator was black, perhaps because of this, the blood stains on it were not found and cleaned up.

When I sent a message just now, I was caught off guard and touched the blood on my hand.

Strange to say, these bloodstains are even warm, as if a few minutes ago, someone was sitting in front of the communication equipment and his neck was chopped off by something from behind with a sharp weapon. The blood splashed like a fountain, staining the black equipment. whole face.

I looked at Harry III. On both sides of its rounded sphere, there were six sharp metal auxiliary limbs.

The sense of prying is stronger, as if it is behind me, as if it is behind the wall on the left.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I'm afraid I'll be bothering you for another four hours."