The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Two minutes passed, and then became five minutes, and five minutes became ten minutes.

Every once in a while, Jack Ma would click on his light box and aim the flashlight at the wall-mounted chronograph, frowning to watch the passage of time.

Finally, the communication speaker installed on the door rang, but contrary to the automatic message he expected, the station-wide communication system was replaced with the same screaming and wailing as his screen, only twice the previous volume.

"Damn! What the **** happened!!"

His hands slammed against his ears, as if his fingers and dirty palms could stop hundreds of decibels of screaming.

Jack Ma knocked open the door with his elbow and knelt in the public aisle, but the sound was always with him, and the deck speakers were also crying frantically.

As a result, he found that the other doors were also opened one by one, but this only amplified the sound: screams came from everyone's living room, and other staff members also swayed out of their cabins.

"what is going on?"

He yelled these words out loud, but he didn't hear the sound coming out of his throat, and no one nearby responded.

Before everything went into chaos, the security officer Moss Baynes was telling a story about his pet.

This is not a particularly funny or interesting story, but on the overwatch deck, anything that kills time is considered a popular pastime.

Their job rotation is very simple. They watched scan screens that show nothing for a full twelve hours, read inspection reports that were indistinguishable from the previous ones, and discussed what they should do once they were moved out of the dilapidated quarters, or I look forward to their return to the day of service in the real fleet.

It's just that many unpleasant things happened today, including waste code that interfered with the system.

Under the rapid response of Moss Baynes, the weapon array was activated, the defensive turret stared into the void, the shield opened, and layers of spherical invisible force protected the ugly shell of the space station.

The officer’s eyes wandered on the timer on the console. Seven minutes and forty-one seconds have passed since the interference started. He called it "interference" because it sounded more reassuring than "damn screams." And there is a lot of science.

Currently, the **** tip-interference is being broadcast through their internal communication network, reaching every deck at a crazy volume.

They cannot close it, and no one knows the reason.

"The light on West Side No. 2 just went out!"

One person shouted:

"Oh, damn...there's No. 1 in the West District, No. 3 in the West District, the entire East District, and—"

At the same time, the lights on the command deck went out, and the backup generator started to operate, bathing everyone in a headache-prone emergency red light.

"It was detected, it was an external signal."

The officer on the console next to the security officer tapped on the screen-one of the few devices on the space station that appeared to be still in operation.

"Whatever it is, it comes from there."

The command deck is always warm, and the air filter has never worked properly, so tension won't work.

"Details?"

The security officer wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, then

The officer thrust his fingertips to the screen again.

"A passive broadcast signal, just ten minutes ago, here, there is a record in the archive. When the signal was processed and recorded and archived by our meditator, it... spread out, like some kind of disease, it was submerged. Specific space station systems: communication arrays, and more primitive components in the power grid."

Moss Baynes resisted the desire to curse.

"What about the gravity system?"

"Still operating normally."

"Shield system?"

"Still insisting."

"Oxygen, weapons, escape pods."

"It's still there. This is a piece of simple, cruel, and random obsolete code. It can't shut down complicated things. It's just communication, ornithology and... It seems that the lighting network is offline. They are the most basic systems, but It’s full of intrusive code that hinders its functionality."

The security officer looked back at his scanning screen, which was consistent with the damage feedback he had seen ten minutes ago.

"Scanners, lights and communicators... well, we are blind, deaf and dumb, you know we will finish the game if we continue this way, the Tin Man will remember the splattered résumés, see Look."

Saying these words didn't make any difference to the development of the situation. For the first time in countless shifts, the security officer fastened his uniform jacket absently.

"Don't you worry that this might be an attack?"

Another officer asked, and Moss Baynes shook his head.

"Who is going to attack here? Our weapons and shields are still working. There is nothing to worry about except those who are held accountable by the Tin Man, and that will be... Okay, don't mess with the Tin Man and Their profit margins."

Just a few years ago, he would worry about all the people who were forced to work in the dark. Now he first worried about himself: those heads and red robes would not tolerate serious production delays.

If this continues, he may have to pay a large sum of money.

A young officer next to him scratched his unshaven chin, and said with complaint:

"So how can we blame us for stagnant production?"

Moss Baines tried his best to be patient. This guy is new. He has only been in the post for only two months, and he doesn't fit well. The bionic equipment that replaces his left cheek, temple and eyes is too expensive at first sight-this The goods are obviously a rich man who is playing cheap.

Maybe it was his wealthy father who sent him here for some kind of punishment, no matter what the truth is, as long as he wants to continue to control this virtue, this girl is a difficult **** to deal with.

Moss Baynes snorted.

"What do you think the Tin Man will listen to? The pirates have messed up us? Hell, how can anyone look at such a place? If everyone can find this place, there is nothing worth grabbing."

"Sir! Special circumstances found! Yes, it's a ship—"

Moss Baines stood up in his seat, opened his mouth wide, and stared at a ship that shouldn’t exist outside the window on the command deck—

A human figure shrouded in shadow licked his lips on the command seat and watched the image of the Star Pirates space station slowly expand in the eyeball display. They sneaked in such a close state, and the space station’s instruments and weapons were unaware. But when they approached the dangerous distance of the space station, the naked eye was enough to see the ugly outline.

"Closer, closer."

The presence on the commanding throne spoke slowly to the bridge crew.

"Keep screaming."

"damned--"

The monitor is still flashing a lot of messy data~www.readwn.com~ The flashing afterimages, long information and traced signals are simply impossible.

It showed for a moment that there were thirty-five ships squeezed on top of each other, and the next moment there was nothing but a vacuum.

The ship outside the inspection window drifted closer and closer, and it was visible to the naked eye, and even its armor coating was clear, several layers of black and bronze-reflecting the dim brilliance of the distant stars.

"Looks like an Astarte strike cruiser, a big man."

The security officer bit his lower lip, unable to look away from the ship that was approaching.

"Can they be identified?"

"Yes... It's an astral knight!"