After a brief, stunning silence, there was an uproar!
"Black hair! The black hair only possessed by the forbidden Half-Bloods!"
"But its skin color."
"They are truly humanoid beings, their external appearance is almost identical to ours, yet their internal structure is completely different! How fascinating!"
"the Holy Blood Clan's blood, Half-Blood's appearance, the bone structure of a different race."
"What is this, what is this guy?!"
The known knowledge is not sufficient to explain the strange creature in front of them, and the high degree of similarity to themselves makes the mood of the people complicated. All the experienced crew members of the Vande ship are in unprecedented confusion.
"Is there a unique humanoid unknown lifeform in the world?" The captain finally revealed a rare smile, staring at the cryogenic chamber on the other side of the glass, his eyes shining with a gleeful golden light, "Brothers, this time we've hit the jackpot!"
In fact, Captain The Vande's judgment was completely correct.
In fact, if they had not scanned the found box through a sterile sealed cabin using X-rays, but had actually gone in and opened it, they would have known that the rare creature inside the box was not only valuable, but also very delicious.
Unfortunately, the captain did not have the opportunity to be the discoverer, because before the unloading and thawing process could be completed, The Vande was surrounded!
The Vande's homeward journey is only 15.43 light-years away from The Sarn Planet, where the serene and tranquil universe faintly glimmers in the depths.
The line of flowing silver light stirred, and a row of black, invisible spaceships silently and instantly closed in to form a encircling blockade! Capture beam chains fixed The Vande in place, and interference biometric waves and high-voltage were simultaneously fed through the cables, with the power core immediately detonating. Just like a weak little bird fallen into a trap, the brazen and arrogant smuggling ship The Vande was instantly crippled!
The small escape ship, struggling to survive, quietly slipped out of the shadow of The Vande, as the smugglers trying to scatter and flee saw the noble crest beginning with M on the black warship, and lost the will to resist.
"the Holy Blood Clan's mark!? No way?"
"What? It's the Monosteth Family! Could it be that Duke Bruch? Damn."
Oh my goodness! I'm so unlucky!
"Damn, there's no hope this time! What's going on? The border patrol police have the Holy Blood Clan themselves coming into action!?"
"Hmph, don't know anything, do you? A bunch of idiots." Realizing escape was hopeless, the captain simply threw down the steering wheel, lit up a Nikolai Star tobacco, and leaned back in the driver's seat, slowly exhaling the last wisps of freedom. "The last member of Duke Bruch's clan died in the last Kostimore interstellar battle, and now the entire Monosteth Family is down to just him. If they don't want the family to be wiped out, the lord and the princes will have to pull him back from the front lines. Looks like he was appointed after we set out. Didn't expect them to reorganize the border defenses so quickly, and even figure out our route. Should we start by disrupting the control hub with a lightning strike? No wonder he's the mightiest general the Holy Blood Clan has ever seen. We really miscalculated this time." Before the cabin door was forced open, the captain stubbed out the cigarette and said in a calm voice, "Given our actions, I'm afraid the ultimate punishment is unavoidable. Brothers, it looks like we won't be seeing each other for another 300 years."
You reap what you sow.
The most ferocious predator in the universe narrowed its pupils, the black vulture folded its sharp talons, and even the most cunning venomous snake has nowhere to escape!
The scattered escape ships were systematically recovered under surveillance, and The Vande mothership landed slowly on The Sarn Planet under the threat of the military ships. Inside the gleaming black command ship, the general who was evaluated by the captain as "the strongest in history" - Duke Bruch, delegated the troublesome task of inspecting the smuggled goods to his subordinates, and then mounted his own mount and left the celebratory scene of the smuggling operation.
What is there to be so delighted and grateful about?
There was no battle between the two armies, no hard-hitting confrontation, no bloodshed and explosions, no desperate and heroic death. Such a victory is really nothing - for a man more accustomed to fighting on the battlefield.
Since taking office, the work has been calm and quiet, and it was not easy to uncover this violent armed organization. Yet, the other side simply surrendered! This is really disappointing to Bruch. However, it can also be understood.
After all, for those without the death penalty, the ultimate punishment for the undead is forced sleep
It is unnecessary to fight desperately against the state machinery. It would be better to flee or to lie down quietly in a coffin, as everything will remain the same after a few hundred years of slumber. Moderate compromise and sanctions under the population control policy will limit any violent conflicts to non-lethal areas.
Indeed, domestic law enforcement is a rather dull job.
The general was depressed and gloomy, he thought.
He misses the battlefield.
That place matched his scent better.
