50: Secret

Planet No. 0126.

Like the planet Qihang named by Zhang Huaiyuan, it was also a leased planet.

It belonged to a Pirate Group called "Wind and Waves".

It is said that they were originally called the "Storm" Pirate Group, but after becoming an affiliate of the "Gale" faction, they changed their name to "Wind and Waves" to avoid naming conflicts.

Unlike brainwashed, cannon-fodder Pirate Groups like "Lightning", as a Pirate Group chosen by "Gale", the strength of "Wind and Waves" was naturally not weak.

According to public data, they possessed two A-rank Transcendent leaders, a small fleet, and a large number of mecha weapons comparable to the initial version of the 'Warriors II'.

At this moment, in the space monitoring station of Planet 0126, a budget-version "fearless ii" assault ship, its outer hull covered in scratches and showing mismatched metal colors, slowly entered the station.

"Brother York, here again?"

Inside the space station, a man wearing a gray combat suit walked out with a smile on his face.

"Yes, Lord Baal. Last time I didn't get to hear you finish that story, I couldn't sleep at night. I just finished a mission, so I rushed over."

"What story?"

Baal was stunned and spoke subconsciously.

"The one where you piloted an assault ship alone, broke through the defenses, penetrated the enemy's flagship, captured the target, and forced them to not only hand over all their cargo but also pay a ransom!"

York stepped forward, reached out, took out a gift box, and smiled: "Thanks to your experience, Lord, I was able to complete this mission successfully. It's a small token of appreciation, and I hope you will continue to teach me in the future."

"Oh... that story!"

Baal put on an expression of sudden realization, and seeing the gift offered by the other party, the smile on his face became even more sincere:

"Say no more, say no more. Brother York, don't be so polite. Just call me brother. I, Baal, have always liked to help ambitious young people like you who have dreams."

As he spoke, he naturally took the gift and greeted him warmly: "Come in. Today, I'm the only one on duty at this sector's space station. Let your brother teach you some experience."

"Ah... Brother Baal, is this okay? Will it violate the rules of your 'Wind and Waves'?"

York touched a bump near his ear that was almost completely integrated into his skin.

In an instant, a flash of light appeared in his eyes, and he immediately switched to a look of curiosity and longing mixed with a hint of worry.

At this moment, at the terminal connected to the device by his ear, countless information streams were rolling rapidly, performing complex calculations.

"Personality analysis in progress..."

"35% probability of answer: It's fine. Brother still has some status in 'Wind and Waves'. What's wrong with showing my brother around..."

"27% probability of answer: According to the regulations, that is the case, but I felt like old friends with you, brother. Being able to help you grow more, what is taking a little risk..."

"Percentage..."

"Merging 4 possibilities including 1, 2, 6, and 7, a common emotional script can be used. Total probability estimated at 92.7%. Generating suggested answer and expression..."

"Generation complete, preparing in advance..."

"Mechanical pupil display adjustment ready..."

"Nanoscale muscle fine-tuning needle ready..."

"..."

On the other side, Baal was naturally unaware of all this. Just as Asroth predicted, he grinned heroically and said:

"Brother York, you forgot, I, your brother, also have some status in 'Wind and Waves'. What's wrong with showing my good brother around!"

"Brother Baal, thank you so much. It turns out what the training class textbooks said was true. The pirate world really has heroic figures like you who are willing to promote the younger generation."

"Haha, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning..."

Baal looked at the other party's respectful eyes, and could not help but feel more satisfied.

He had previously checked the other party's information. He was indeed a student of an Interstellar Pirates training class in the Akalu Star Sector. Later, he sold all his property, bought a second-hand "fearless ii" assault ship, and became an Interstellar Pirate.

Under the culture of the Free Star Alliance, there were countless such young people brainwashed by dreams.

And he, now only needed to spend a little time, replace the protagonists in some stories with himself, brag, and say a few unnutritious words of encouragement to receive the other party's occasional tribute and heartfelt worship.

What could be more comfortable than earning money while standing like this?

"Wow, Brother Baal, is this the space defense station of 'Wind and Waves'? It looks so cool."

After entering the station, York fully displayed the appearance of someone who had never seen the world, curiously looking around and touching various control consoles.

"Brother York, this can... uh, never mind, you can look, but don't press the buttons randomly, you know?"

Baal frowned slightly when he saw this. He originally intended to stop him, but thinking that he had already bragged, he spoke again.

"Ah... sorry, Brother Baal, I just haven't seen this before, and I was a bit excited for a moment. I won't cause you any trouble, will I? I won't touch it anymore."

"It's okay... when you come to your brother's territory, just treat it like your own home. Don't be so restrained."

Looking at the other party's appearance of having done something wrong, Baal felt bad instead.

Could such a simple guy really break their powerful 'Wind and Waves' space defense system?

Thinking of this, Baal couldn't help but laugh, and took the initiative to introduce: "There are nine such space stations on this planet. When activated simultaneously, they can form a powerful defensive barrier, easily resisting attacks from orbital cannons below R3 level, and can also monitor in time whether there is any unknown biological invasion."

"It sounds so powerful. I don't know when my Lightning Pirate Group will be able to own such equipment. Only then will I have a sense of security."

"Haha, brother, don't worry too much... Actually, we are in the sphere of influence of the 'Gale' Pirate Group. There will be no blind guys coming here to cause trouble. Our defense system has basically never been truly activated."

Baal comforted him.

"That's true. When I traveled through the wormhole, I was fortunate enough to see a 'Gale' lord. Just standing there without moving, the momentum was enough to make people tremble with fear."

York said, while listening to the order coming from his ear.

"Very good. The cracking of the space station requires one hour, seven minutes, and thirty-two seconds. It cannot be interrupted during this period. Continue to delay time according to the calculated script and divert the other party's attention."

"Perform well. After the matter is completed, I will report back to the master and allow you to participate in the subsequent actual looting session."

"Thank you, Lord Asroth."

York recited silently in his heart, suppressed his excitement, and continued to follow the script: "However, speaking of which, Brother Baal, you are not inferior. To dare to go deep into the enemy's hinterland with just an assault ship, if it were me, I'm afraid my legs would be weak with fear."

"Of course, a true pirate must have excellent psychological quality."

Baal nodded with satisfaction and smiled: "I dare not talk about strength, but regarding psychological quality alone, in the entire 'Wind and Waves' Pirate Group, I, Baal, admit to being second; no one dares to claim to be first."

"Wow, Brother Baal, can you teach me some secrets!"

"This is a long story... Have you heard of the Fierce Battle Spinning Top competition that was popular in the Free Star Alliance a few years ago?"

"Ah, I've heard of it. Does this have any connection?"

"Heh... my home team is TES."