Of course, for pirates, most of their food came from the former. Food was an important part of their plunder.
Aside from planets like the Shattered Starfields that had their own ecosystem, Poison Wasp's crew got most of their resources from the outside world. They didn't produce anything themselves, otherwise they wouldn't be pirates.
After so many years of hard work, they'd finally found a foothold. Poison Wasp knew he'd offended many people. Not many in the Starfields liked him, but that wasn't important.
Didn't the Moonfiend Pirates see this as a good thing?
They wanted to order him around like a rabid dog.
One day, when the Poison Wasp Pirates were strong enough, the Shattered Starfields would be his true goal!
Poison Wasp couldn't help but smile proudly at the thought.
He had a plan for his future.
He also believed that he had an advantage that normal pirates did not have. Not only was he an excellent warship pilot, he was also a sovereign mecha pilot.
His ability to survive was one of the main reasons the Poison Wasp Pirates were able to survive on the Shattered Starfields.
"Boss!" At this moment, a tall and sturdy pirate ran over.
"Oh, you brought the girl back?" Poison Wasp's eyes lit up.
Like most pirates, he had a penchant for lust.
His planet didn't specialize in keeping women, but the Shattered Starfields didn't lack them.
The tall pirate chuckled. "Just got back, new stuff. I'm sure you'll be satisfied."
Poison Wasp nodded. "When I'm done, you'll all have a share.
Let's go.
Take me to her. "
"Got it!" The tall pirate grunted.
He led Poison Wasp to the rest area.
Poison Wasp wasn't worried.
Poison Wasp wasn't worried. When he agreed to join the Moonfiend Pirates, his first request was for the Moonfiend Pirates to provide him with a state-of-the-art radar system.
It was a long-range radar capable of detecting ships over a large area.
Their field of vision was vast.
Of course, the cost was exorbitant.
As a pirate with high survivability, Poison Wasp knew how important reconnaissance was to a pirate.
No matter what he did, he never strayed far from his patrol ship.
If he encountered an enemy he couldn't handle, he'd board the ship and dive into the asteroid belt.
Once he encountered an enemy he could not defeat, he would immediately board the patrol ship, fully utilizing the speed advantage of his modified warship, and enter the meteorite belt.
Once there, it would be almost impossible to catch him.
When he was building the base, the first thing he asked for was this super radar system.
Once he was done, he would be able to rest in peace.
The rest area was made up of metal buildings that had been shipped over from the three planets.
All of this cost Poison Bee quite a bit of money.
However, in the past few years, he had been robbing others and robbing others.
It also allowed him to accumulate a large amount of wealth.
Killer Bee was very smart. He had never thought of building a battleship.
Battleships were a force to be reckoned with, but in the Shattered Starfields they weren't as nimble as they could be. He preferred smaller, remodeled patrol boats.
Not only was it fast, but it was also agile.
The best place to live was the Shattered Starfields.
"Huh?" Poison Bee suddenly stopped and looked at the sky.
It was night time for this small planet.
The sky was silent, with only countless twinkling stars.
"Boss, what's wrong?" The tall pirate asked curiously.
Poison Bee frowned. "I suddenly felt my heart beating faster. Every time I encounter danger, I get this feeling."
As he spoke, he pressed a button on his communicator.
"Scar, Scar, answer me!" He anxiously shouted.
"What's wrong, boss?" A lazy voice answered from the other end.
Poison Bee scolded. "Focus, did the radar system pick up anything?"
"Nope," Scar replied.
"I've been keeping an eye on it, boss. Don't you trust me?
Everything's fine. "
Hearing his words, Killer Bee's expression relaxed. If the radar system did not detect anything, then he was probably being overly sensitive.
"Alright, keep an eye on it.
I'll have Monkey send you a girl.
But don't let anything go wrong with the radar, or I'll kill you. "
"Haha, boss, I was just about to tell you. Monkey and the others are back. You gotta give me a share!"
Scar's position in the Hornet Poison Pirate Group was not low. He was the captain of one of the patrol ships. He was best at playing with all kinds of electronic gadgets, so after the base was built, the responsibility of the radar was handed to him.
He was also Poison Bee's confidant.
"Let's go." After ending the call, Poison Wasp felt relieved.
He'd always been vigilant. It was this vigilance that kept him alive.
Scar sat in the radar control room and pursed his lips. "Boss is too careful. Who would come to this place?" Looking at the radar in front of him, everything was normal, he didn't think much of it.
They'd been here for a while now. Their radar picked up a few ships passing by, but they all belonged to the Moonfiend Pirate Clan, one of the three largest pirate clans in existence.
Of course, they were now the Moonfiend Pirates. Ever since the Moonfiend Pirates had arrived, they'd grown in power. They had over twenty battleships now, easily taking over all of the Shattered Planets.
The last time they were on the Moonfiend planet, they saw with their own eyes that the Moonfiend Pirates had two complete mecha clans. They weren't normal mecha clans either. They were all equipped with the best mecha clans.
With such a big tree to rely on, what was there to be afraid of?
So, Scar didn't think Poison Bee's worries were unfounded.
"Potato," Scar called out.
"Brother Knife!" A short pirate with triangular eyes and a crooked mouth scurried over.
"Go get me a couple of bottles of wine."
A girl would be coming over later, so Scar decided to have a drink first. It'd get him in the mood. There weren't many places to vent in this godforsaken place.
"Alright!" Potato replied and immediately turned around to leave.
The Poison Bee Clan only had two hundred members. They hadn't been with Poison Bee for long, so they didn't have any family members.
There were a total of five people in the radar control room, all of whom were good at various electronic equipment. They could be considered talents in the pirate crew.
Potato walked out of the control room, a wretched look on his face. He'd heard the conversation between Scar and Poison Bee. Usually, when the boss was done, he'd get a share.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel an itch in his heart.
There was a warehouse behind the radar control room. It was stocked with all sorts of nutritious meals and alcohol.
Wine and women were the favorites of pirates. This was something that could not be avoided.
Opening the warehouse door, Potato rushed in excitedly.
Suddenly, he felt a chill around him. Then a large hand clamped over his mouth.
A moment later, Potato felt a chill on his neck. All the energy in his body drained out of him.
"Done."
The warehouse lit up with a faint light. If Potato were still alive, he'd have jumped in fright. Ten men were waiting in ambush.
The one who'd acted was a tall man, with eyes as sharp as a hawk's.
They were all clad in white combat fatigues. Flames danced on their chests.
The flames on the chests of the ten people in front of him were all purple.
That meant they were members of Star Division's Fourth Brigade.
"X-Ray vision. How's it going?" The tall man turned to the slender young man beside him.
"No response.
Radar control is normal.
Captain, we're ready to move. "The young man's eyes glowed red as he looked toward the radar control room.
This was Star Division's Fourth Brigade's First Recon Squad. They were second only to the Ace Squad.
The leader of the team was a tall young man called Stonehammer, a powerful Level 9 Arcanist.
Recon Squad members weren't just required to be strong, they were also adept at stealth, speed, and reconnaissance.
The first to land on the planet was Zeus -1.
Majesty was relatively large, and if it landed it'd be detected.
So, according to plan, Zeus-1 would first send fifty people to the planet for the initial preparations. The rest would follow Majesty's lead.
"Follow me." Stonehammer waved a hand and left the warehouse without a sound.
Behind him was a short and inconspicuous female team member.
The female team member's eyes turned pure black at the same time. There was no distinction between black and white pupils. Following that, a faint layer of black silently emanated from her body, enveloping everyone within it.
A strange scene appeared. When the darkness enveloped all the members of the team, they disappeared in a faint distorted light.
Group camouflage was a rare Discipline, but it was very practical.
The strength of this female team member was not too strong, but with the ability of group invisibility, she quietly led the first reconnaissance team in, completely avoiding the detection of the radar.
"Why's Potato so slow?!" Scar grumbled. "Little Three, go take a look."
"No need, Knife Bro.
I think Potato's been drinking again.
When he comes back you can take a sniff. If he smells like booze, we'll beat him! "
"Alright, cut the crap. How many of you haven't had a drink before?
None of you are good. "Scar chuckled.
Suddenly he felt something was amiss. Something flashed in his eyes, and his hand shot out like lightning towards a red button on the table in front of him. At the same time, a thick layer of carapace bloomed from his body.
(To be continued …) i1292