The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Damn it! Don't be broken?"

It's not that the endless sermons, obituaries, and technical safety broadcasts are very exciting, but at the moment Jack Ma can see nothing but snowflakes. Even if he doesn't understand machinery, he probably knows what's going on.

Jack Ma tapped on the volume meter and found that even when the volume was turned to maximum, the silence had only become the faint, whispering hiss when disturbed.

Is it true that life is not going well everywhere, as if he has extra energy coins to call a technical servant?

Jack Ma relaxedly let go of his hand and let the remote control fall from the oily fingers. Soon it was broken in half and fell to the ground, and the battery pack fell off again.

Afterwards, he kicked the empty living cabin wall violently, feeling that he was too tired to expand the sofa to the bed posture, so that he could sleep well in the increasingly meaningless life. The enjoyment of another meaningless day has to be soaked.

does it worth?

No, but "as long as" seven more years, he will be able to save enough to leave this damned star thief gang forever and fly high, and take the shuttle to go somewhere else-to a place with a less gloomy outlook.

The so-called star thief is actually an illegal organization in the empire that is similar to pirates, but in a slightly better situation. Their main livelihood is not robbery, but stealing and mining various minerals.

Star Thieves are often composed of bankrupt businessmen, or some legal organizations will secretly form Star Thieves groups, such as business alliances, or greedy nest nobles.

They generally look for remote and hard-to-see places. Once high-value minerals are explored, they will pretend to be the official mining team of the empire and conduct crazy mining. The empire monitors all kinds of minerals very strictly and requires legal mining. Pay high taxes and face low-cost compulsory acquisitions from nearby Foundry World at any time.

The profits of the Star Thieves group mainly come from their tax evasion, and once this is discovered, all participants will face the death penalty!

Therefore, most people will not choose to take the risk without a last resort.

But Jack Ma couldn't help it. If his miserable eyes could see even a little thing a hundred meters away, he would have signed up for the Astral Army.

However, they were a **** short-sighted pair, so he didn't sign up.

Of course, some people said that he was rejected by the conscription office because he was too ugly and short.

But Jack Ma thinks this is nonsense. Although his face is very long, he is really not handsome, and his height is only over 1.6 meters, but he still has a lot of strength.

Anyway, no matter what it was in the end, he now has to work on that **** construction belt, sighing while doing a job that is considered too humble and does not need to bother to program a machine servant-even so, he His salary is more than five times that of similar positions in Chaodu.

Star Pirates' high profits determine that they can afford high prices when hiring people.

For money, even if you lose your head, you have to do it.

Moreover, this star thief group called the blue ants looks quite background. There are not only the veterans of the Astral Army, but also the priests of the mechanical teaching, and it is rumored that the bosses are also connected to a certain casting world.

Even the place they chose was very clever. The Renscher galaxy is next to the Nathan galaxy, where there are four star warriors stationed there-although Jack Ma himself has never seen a star warrior, they are amazing. He knew it.

This kind of place is called black under the light in the old saying.

Probably no one would have thought that someone dared to steal mines under the eyes of the four battle groups, so they would basically not encounter the inspection fleet of the Ministry of Justice, and the blue ants themselves did a certain disguise and engaged in a set of fake exploration company certificates. Star warriors will use the scanning system to scan them when they pass by, and they will never board to check in person.

In this way, they are equivalent to digging out minerals comfortably in a very safe environment, and then transporting them to the black market to make huge profits.

"How good would it be if this business was your own? It must be better than these people—"

With beautiful fantasies, the exhausted Jack Ma slowly fell asleep.

But this time the sleep was not stable, the screen suddenly screamed, awakening him from his sleep, and then Jack Ma shouted a bunch of curses, grabbed the remote control and patted the battery pack back in place.

He checked his ears with his other hand while turning down the volume to make sure there was no bleeding.

"Damn it! What happened?"

Jack Ma glanced, and the electronic timer on the wall indicated that he had been asleep for less than twenty minutes.

But no matter how hard he tried to use the remote control, the screen still crackled, buzzed, banged, hissed—it had never screamed like this before.

The Jack Horse at this time is really dying, with a splitting headache, but the sound is still getting louder and louder, and it is also mixed with the movement of electric spark explosions, as if a tortured machine wailes and rises to a very high pitch. .

But when I listened carefully, it was similar to the screams of hundreds of human beings who were dying, bringing some kind of invisible and deadly cold.

Both are neither.

Just as Jack Ma was fighting the damaged TV for the last time, the lighting ball above his head suddenly flickered, and it was clear that the power was going to be cut off again.

Power outages are not uncommon here.

Even in the best of times, this mining space station is just a pool of dilapidated stagnant water trapped in the orbit of the dead world. In order to minimize the risk of being discovered, the supply transport ship will come almost every six months. Therefore, due to backup With the lack of parts, it is natural to cut off the power.

It has been three days since the last time the technicians restarted the lighting generator. This time the current can last for three days. Jack Ma is already going to praise those half-dead repairers.

Of course, even if there is no lighting, the work will not be suspended. The production plan of each department must be met. The first priority of all electricity is the life-sustaining device, the second priority is the production line, and the lighting demand may be shot at Behind the charge of the comfort machine servant

Jack Ma used to work continuously for twenty hours with only the light of a torch.

In that incident ~www.readwn.com~ more than a dozen helpers lost limbs or fingers because they couldn't see the mechanism clearly. The obituary of that week was as long as the prayer scroll on Saints Day, but everyone soon Forget it, there will be new people joining every six months anyway.

So when the light was off, Jack Ma got up from the sofa, fumbled to the wall in the dark, and opened the emergency supplies cabinet with the light box.

In addition to the light box, there is also a batch of standard battery packs, which are the only rare and simple electrical appliances in the living rooms of ordinary workers.

It just seems to have been used for decades, and whether it is still effective now has become a mystery.

Jack Ma stuffed all eight palm-sized discs into his work pockets, manipulated them under the flickering light of his handheld flashlight, and then fell on the sofa, waiting for the inevitable request that they "behave as usual." Warning notice, and the phrase "lighting should be restored as soon as possible."

Throne, this life is too fucking.

He really wanted to be a little bit stimulating--

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