translator: loop
proofreader: roki
The charge of Fort Barney’s electric cannons should’ve been regulated, or perhaps the person who issued the command did not want their lives. Therefore, when the white-blue net of electricity covering the sky and earth was removed, Carlos Black and his subordinates were all collapsed at the entrance to their aircraft cabins, or rolling on the ground, looking almost dead but far from truly dead.
A name that was known around the world!
A name that was known around the world…
Tsk, Carlos Black thought it would’ve been better to have died.
He wanted to open his eyes and see the person who mocked him, but didn’t have enough consciousness. He could only maintain his silly position of roasting on a barbeque grill, holding himself upright without any regard for his reputation.
Fuck, he was the King of the Wanderers!
Sa’e Yang stood by this large parked aircraft, both hands in his pockets, admiring the scene he had created with great satisfaction, like a bastard who only cared about killing and not burying.
Tang was the closest to him. After scanning around in a circle, he clicked his tongue and buried his face in his hands, as if he couldn’t bear to look at the surrounding scene. He asked, “What do we do next? What should we do with these… uh, barbeque skewers?”
Sa’e Yang lazily turned his head to look at him: “Asking me?”
Tang: “…”
He wanted to say, “What would I do otherwise? Did you make such a big commotion just for the fun of it? You don’t even have an idea of what to do next?” But when he saw Sa’e Yang’s face looking like it was about to sneer the next second, he silently closed his mouth and turned to find Chu Si.
“Executive—”
Chu Si really didn’t feel too regretful about the miserable scene in front of him. He half-crouched in front of a feeble wanderer, reached out and opened their eyelids to take a look, then patted the wanderer’s face. The wanderer maintained his dazed expression, his mouth hanging wide open as Chu Si patted.
“It seems like they won’t recover for a while.” Chu Si stood up and lifted his chin towards Le Pen and the others. “All of these aircraft are worth a lot. Don’t let them go to waste, take all of their core chips.”
The core chips were equivalent to the system brains of the entire aircraft. Though not as intelligent as a complete SkyEye, they were still extremely important. Once removed, those wanderers couldn’t run away even if they woke up.
Joel and Guy didn’t question much, making a noise of agreement before running towards an aircraft each. They even casually marked out sections: “You take this section, I’ll go over there. That little braid… Jin? Is your butt alright? If you can, remove the core chips over here…”
Guy said this, then asked Jin like a nagging mother, “Do you know where the core chip is? It’s under the console in the cockpit—”
Jin, who had been asked how his butt was the entire day: “This I know, after all, I’m an aircraft maintenance technician. Though I guess I’m unemployed now.”
Joel and Guy, along with Le Pen, were all surprised. “Judging from your appearance, it’s hard to tell you’re that capable!”
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The small mop initially wanted to stay by Chu Si’s side, but failed, and was taken away by Jin on the grounds of ‘not causing trouble for the executive.’
When Tang ran over, he happened to see the little mop looking over her shoulder for the third time. He couldn’t help but chuckle and say to Chu Si, “Executive, that little brat really likes you. Her dark eyes are always staring at you, never looking away.”
The little mop followed Jin onto an aircraft, running into the cabin.
Chu Si glanced over. “Maybe I’ve met her somewhere before. Every time that brat stares at me, I feel a strange sense of familiarity.”
As he said this, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Tang, then smiled. “Everyone else has already gone to dismantle chips. You want to laze around?”
Tang quickly shook his head and said, “No, no, no, of course not. I just came over from… you-know-who’s side. Hey, Executive—”
He glanced in Sa’e Yang’s direction, leaned towards Chu Si’s ear, and said carefully, “I feel a little strange. Mr. Yang’s temper is really hard to see through, sometimes—”
Chu Si calmly interrupted: “Sometimes you think he’s dangerous, but he seems to be helping you. Sometimes you think he’ll help, but he just sits back and watches, right?”
Tang blinked and nodded. “Yes… so right now, he’s helping us? Why do I feel like he’s hiding his intentions?”
Chu Si looked over at Sae Yang, the light of the aircraft reflecting brightly in his brown eyes. He seemed a bit distracted, but quickly narrowed his eyes and turned back: “Maybe he is, but don’t expect too much. If you could guess what he’s thinking, he wouldn’t be Sa’e Yang anymore… be mentally prepared, he may leave at any time, or turn against us.”
Tang nodded, and couldn’t help but smile at this last sentence. “Executive, why are you trying to remind me? What do I have to be mentally prepared for? From the beginning, we never considered him to be on the same side as us. Otherwise, we wouldn’t think he’s hiding his intentions.”
Chu Si gave an “en,” then turned his head to look at the aircraft next to him.
The models of the hundred aircraft present weren’t uniform. After all, the wanderers weren’t an official organization, and they didn’t distribute aircraft. Some were military use, some were civilian use, some were simpler, some were more luxurious, some were old, and some were new.
The aircraft next to him was very tall, and didn’t even have a gangway. To get on, you would need to wiggle on, very unattractive.
Something so unattractive, Executive Chu would always push to others. He kicked Tang and lifted his chin at the aircraft. “Go, take out the chip, and see if there are any medical injections inside.”
“Ah?” Tang bent his knees and climbed onto the aircraft with his butt raised. “What do you need injections for? Why don’t I search for something to eat?”
“To give to those paralyzed people, so we can ask some questions. As for the rest, handle it as you please.” After Chu Si spoke, he waved his hand, then left.
When Tang wiggled up and reached the hatch, he glanced back again and found that Chu Si was walking toward Sa’e Yang.
He clicked his tongue. He didn’t know why, but ever since they somehow became accomplices with Sa’e Yang, every time he saw his fearsome and respected Executive Chu standing with Sa’e Yang, even if they were just insulting each other, he couldn’t help but want to light a row of candles for their enemies; eat well and drink well, then leave well.
Executive Chu calmly assigned these matters to other people, and walked over to Sa’e Yang’s side— those parked aircraft by him seemed to be the leaders.
It wasn’t because of how luxurious and high-quality those aircraft seemed to be, but because they had a sense of “Laozi’s wandered in space for a hundred years, no one can stop me,” an arrogance mixed with the vicissitudes of life.
Chu Si smoothly patted his sleeves covered in dust and folded them to his elbows. Walking up the gangway steps, he asked Sa’e Yang, who was standing by the hatch: “You went straight to this aircraft, do you recognize him?”
The wanderer lying there had a pale complexion and twisted expression, hair and beard standing straight up, and his white eyes were rolled to the sky. It was really impossible to tell what he looked like originally.
Sa’e Yang was half-kneeling beside him, holding an electronic syringe and sticking it into the wanderer’s heart.
Before Chu Si walked up the gangway, Sa’e Yang had already squinted over at him. It was only that the expression on his face was a little hazy due to the lack of light, so he looked different from his usual frivolous or lazy appearance. But when Chu Si leaned against the hatch, Sa’e Yang returned to normal, raised his eyebrows, and said casually, “Why don’t you guess?”
“Then I guess you’ve been colluding with this group of wanderers for a while. You collaborated with them but then robbed them from within, and now are busy killing everyone so nobody reveals your secrets.” Chu Si casually opened his mouth and spoke some nonsense, staring at the injection in the syringe gradually decreasing.
Sa’e let out a laugh and said, “Executive, you’re right. Before, he was still barely alive, but after giving him this injection, his body’s already cooled down.”
After saying this, he pulled out the syringe, glanced at it briefly, and smoothly threw it away.
The electronic syringe fell onto the ground of the cabin, rolling with a clanking sound. The sound had not yet disappeared when the wanderer on the ground suddenly took a deep breath: “Hah—”
“Look, he’s about to die.” Sa’e Yang pouted.
The wanderer heard him, coughed for a while, and gasped for breath while saying fiercely, “Dying? You son of a bitch, plotting against Laozi!”
When he cursed, his voice was feeble, but his oppression wasn’t weak at all. Before his eyes could open, his fingers had already danced up.
Sa’e Yang looked down at the finger waving at the tip of his nose, leaned back, and immediately held onto the finger and gave it a pull.
There was the sound of a crack.
The wanderer’s finger immediately went limp. “Ow, fuck! Which death-seeking bastard—”
He bared his teeth and lifted his hand, cursing as he opened and focused his eyes. Stunned, he saw Sa’e Yang’s face.
The wanderer immediately gulped down all the words in his mouth. Rolling back his eyes, twisting half of his face, he laid down, tilting his neck, and pretended to be dead.
This entire movement was completed in one breath, almost like it was a conditioned reflex.
Chu Si saw his appearance and snorted: “Indeed, he knows you.”
Sa’e Yang pointed to the wanderer on the ground and said to him, “Carlos Black, I think you know him as well.”
Chu Si was stunned, frowning: “Carlos Black? That man known as the King of the Wanderers a hundred years ago?” He glanced again at Carlos’ face, then calmly asked Sa’e Yang, “Do you really think I’m so easy to fool?”
Sa’e Yang narrowed his eyes, “en”ed, and lazily said, “How could that be? Our Executive Chu is so smart.”
Chu Si leaned against the hatch with his arms crossed and sneered. “Even a ghost wouldn’t believe that’s Carlos Black.”
Carlos Black, who was pretending to be dead, was successfully angered to death.
Sa’e Yang had given him an injection, which eased his injuries caused by the electric shock. However, his entire body was numb from the neck down. After being repeatedly angered by Sa’e Yang and Chu Si, he finally couldn’t endure anymore, opening his eyes and shouting hoarsely, “Why do I always have to fucking meet you, a plague god, at the most inopportune times?”
“Because you’re lucky,” Sa’e Yang said.
Chu Si moved his long legs, putting down his arms and half-crouching at Carlos Black’s side. He poked Carlos’ chin like he was choosing a pig to butcher and said, “You really are—”
“No, I’m not, you’re mistaken.” Carlos Black immediately denied his words.
Chu Si raised his eyebrows and said, “What are you here for? Do you have a mission from another planet? Or are you here to take advantage of the chaos and plunder?”
Speaking about this topic, Carlos Black felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat. It seemed too undignified to explain everything to him, so he compromised and said, “Lying here with a stiff body, my blood circulation is too poor, and I can’t remember.”
Sa’e Yang and Chu Si let out simultaneous “oh”s, stood up and patted away the dust on their clothes, then turned around and walked down the gangway.
Carlos shouted hoarsely: “Fuck! What are you walking away for? What about me?! I can’t just lie on the ground like this, right?! Can’t you throw me into the cabin—”
Sa’e Yang raised his hand and waved it without looking back. “You’re alright, you can hang on for seven or eight hours. We’re going to take a nap first, we’ll question you again later.”
Carlos: “…what about the fact that I once saved you?!”
Saved? Chu Si instinctively glanced at Sa’e, but saw that his expression was calm. He said to Carlos, “Oh, thank you for that.”
Carlos: “…” Motherfucker!
As Chu Si walked to the last step of the gangway, Carlos’ resigned voice came from above: “I didn’t take on a mission. I heard about the explosion of your planet three months ago, and coincidentally came across a fragment. I caught it with ease, that’s all.”
Chu Si immediately paused his steps, frowning and turning to ask, “How long ago?”
Everyone really did keep asking Jin about his butt 😭😭
why it feels like something wrong with the timeline?