The base's shields were under the control of the planetary defense system. If the Accountant was able to open the door, that meant he had full authority over the control center.
However, the defenses were well-established. If the pirates in the control center felt something was amiss, they could cut off all outside signals.
That was why Lan Jue couldn't afford to be careless.
They had to have full control of the control center.
The Aces entered the room. Lan Jue waved a hand. "Follow me!" He said, and walked to the front.
Because there were too many of them, verti-cars couldn't be used.
They had to fly there themselves.
The Pharmacist led the group cloaking Adept. The rest of the Ace Squad followed behind Lan Jue as they made their way deeper into the Red Widows' base.
Once they were back in the control center, the Accountant recorded the locations of the enemy mechas on their communicators.
Lan Jue turned to the Pharmacist. "Once you're down there, you'll be in charge of cleaning up the perimeter.
I'll go back to the control center to take control.
Once we've taken control.
The operation has officially begun. "
"Alright." The Pharmacist nodded, a small smile on her pretty face.
To her, this was a novel experience. She'd never experienced it before.
In fact, with the cultivation of these people, they had already reached a place where the planetary defense system could not threaten them at all.
Destroying the control center would be a piece of cake.
However, for the sake of Star Division's training, they couldn't do that. They had to stick to their original plan.
The elevator opened once more. This time.
Lan Jue led his entourage into the elevator in a dignified manner.
With the Accountant's help, all they had to do was use their communicators to confirm their identities. There was no need for a more detailed scan.
The elevator descended, arrived, and opened.
Lan Jue dissolved into a bolt of lightning.
The Pharmacist and the rest of the team rushed out of the cavern as quickly as they could.
Following the coordinates on the intergalactic communicator, he pounced towards the mechas guarding the control center.
Once they were back in the control center, Lan Jue didn't have to be so careful.
Back in the control center, the pirates who'd been frantic were now back to normal.
The sudden power outage really scared them, but after checking, they didn't find any problems, so they relaxed.
However, after experiencing the torment just now, all of them were no longer sleepy.
He was wide awake.
The leading pirate said, "Everyone, you've worked hard today. I'll treat you later. Let's go have a drink."
The other pirates immediately cheered loudly. Of course, they knew that the pirate leader was trying to shut their mouths. Today's matter definitely couldn't be told.
But at this moment, a voice sounded in their ears.
"The performance is about to begin.
Goodbye, everyone. "
Lightning flashed and the pirates felt their bodies go numb.
They lost consciousness and fell to the ground one by one.
There was no time to release any alarms.
Lan Jue pulled out a chair and sat down. She spoke to the Accountant through her communicator. "Command center has been taken. Signal for the Horn of Dawn."
Accountant: Got it!
Just stay there and leave the rest to us. "
Starscream rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up on the bed.
Even though there was a woman with a hot body sleeping beside him.
The battle last night was also quite intense, but it did not affect his good work and rest.
The sky outside was already beginning to brighten.
Back then.
When he'd chosen this planet as his base of operations, it wasn't just because it had three companion planets.
It was the perfect defense system.
It was also because the cycle of day and night was exactly the same as the planet he'd been born on.
The outside world's guesses weren't far off. He'd been a soldier, serving in the Northern Alliance.
He'd accumulated enough merit to become a colonel.
However, he'd had a venomous, sinister personality. Someone who'd stolen the girl he loved as a child had become an enemy.
It wasn't until he was strong enough that he began to plan his revenge.
He was an outstanding graduate of the Military Command Faculty. Plotting an assassination was a piece of cake.
He was also a Sovereign-ranked pilot with a bright future ahead of him.
However, he'd never imagined that the man he'd always viewed as an enemy would be the eldest son of a prominent military family in the Northern Alliance.
He'd successfully infiltrated the enemy's residence and killed him.
However, he'd managed to activate the chip in his opponent's body.
What followed was a relentless pursuit.
Fortunately, he'd always been a cautious man. He'd prepared a backup plan, and when he was discovered, he'd fled. He'd managed to escape before danger struck.
After that, he'd hidden himself for a year. He'd used all sorts of methods to escape the planet.
In the Northern Alliance, he'd become a wanted criminal. There was no place for him to hide. After much thought, he'd gathered a group of people and become pirates in the Shattered Starfields.
Now that he thought about it, he regretted his decision.
If he'd been more careful, if he hadn't done it himself, he wouldn't have ended up like this.
His bright future had been ruined.
If he hadn't, he'd be a general by now.
He'd been a rising star in the military!
One day, I'll be back!
The Red Tarantula thought fiercely.
He gulped down a glass of ice water, stretched, and pulled back the curtains to look outside. This was his own world.
He wasn't like most pirates. He didn't live in the living quarters of the base. Instead, he lived in the military quarters. He wanted to keep an eye on his world.
The reason Arachnid's defenses were so tight was because of what he'd gone through. He'd suffered heavy losses, but it'd also taught him to be cautious.
Indeed, in the past ten years, the Red Tarantula Pirates could be said to be thriving with each passing day, and their development was rather good.
There were benefits to being a pirate. As long as you were strong enough, you could attack anyone you didn't like.
The Red Tarantula Clan's main target was the Northern Alliance's merchants. They never left any survivors.
They were ruthless!
Because it was revenge.
"Hm?"
The Red Tarantula looked out at the empty military quarters. He was about to head out for his daily training when his brows furrowed. He looked up at the sky.
This was because he was surprised to find that the airflow in the empty sky seemed to be slightly distorted, as if it was being roasted by a scorching heat.
Moreover, there were some faint strange sounds coming from it.
What was going on?
The Red Tarantula was on high alert. He pulled on his combat uniform and activated his communicator. "Command, this is the Red Tarantula.
Did the surveillance system find anything? "
Boom!
There was no reply from the other side. What answered him was a violent roar.
The Red Tarantula's mind went blank. Enemy attack!
An ear-piercing alarm rang through the entire base. When the Red Tarantula rushed out of his building, he saw a huge object slowly taking shape.
Oh my god!
That's …
A battleship?
And it was a very strange battleship.
How is this possible?
How could a battleship suddenly appear?
Where's the planet's defense system?
Why didn't my planet's defense system stop them? Why wasn't there any alarm?
The Red Tarantula was puzzled. But in the face of reality, it was useless.
Four beams of light shot down from the gigantic spaceship at the same time. Then, silhouettes appeared under the tractor beams. They were huge mechas.
The moment they appeared, they flew in all directions.
The Red Tarantula gritted his teeth. He knew he couldn't panic. This was his territory, after all. He had a large number of troops.
As long as he dealt with them properly, there was still a chance.
The members of the Red Tarantulas could indeed be considered elites. After hearing the alarm, quite a number of mecha had already rushed out from all directions in preparation to meet the enemy.
However, what welcomed them was a torrential barrage of attacks.
Star Division's First and Second Brigades were in charge of the main assault. Third Brigade was in charge of cleaning up any loose ends. Fourth Brigade was in charge of the living quarters.
The division of labor was clear. Battle plans had been passed down to the squads, and each squad had their own mission to accomplish.
Second Brigade quickly took over the high ground. First Brigade worked together as a unit to kill their way into the base.
The Red Tarantula's base was a sea of laser beams.
The Red Tarantula's mechas were also red. He quickly gathered up a few of his best men and rushed in one direction.
They didn't know how the enemy had gotten in, but they were prepared.
When the Red Tarantula saw seven or eight of his mecha pilots vanquished in less than ten seconds, he knew it was over.
The strength of the enemy far exceeded the scope of what they could withstand. Now, the only thing they could do was to rush out and rendezvous with the pirates of the three companion stars as soon as possible. Relying on the advantage of the warships, it was possible to recapture the base.
However, he knew that was a naive thought.
If the enemy was able to sneak in without a sound, they had to be familiar with the Red Tarantula's situation. There was no way they didn't have a way to deal with the three planets.
At this moment, Red Tarantula suddenly saw a huge metal ball rapidly rolling towards him.
"Stop him!" The Red Tarantula shouted.
He needed time. No matter what, he had to get out of here first.
Inside the base, he had a modified patrol ship. It was fast. If he could get out of here, he'd have a chance to make a comeback.
In the Shattered Starfields, he had a lot of friends. There were a few pirate clans he was familiar with. Right now, he couldn't care less.
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