Space Survival: My Teammates Are All Top-Tier

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in the afternoon.

The nine people, having rested, reunited.

The nine people sat in a circle, and Bai Yubing spoke only one sentence:

"Next location, continuing tonight. Meeting adjourned."

Eight people: "..."

"Jiang Shi, let's leave the Water Mirror World first."

After saying that, Jiang Shi and Bai Yubing walked out through the light gate, leaving the remaining seven people in the white space to disperse.

Inside the No. 7 fighter jet, Xiao Ai hovered in front of the control panel and immediately spoke when she saw two people walk out of the portal.

"Sister Bai, Lao Deng, this time it's Wacheng. Wacheng is on the northwestern border of the Motorbike Tribe." She paused, then added, "Wacheng is very far from Tiancheng."

"Alright, let's go!"

Xiao Ai piloted the fighter jet into flight, keeping it invisible, and flew towards Mandalay.

Within a month, Bai Yubing and Jiang Shi's group wreaked havoc on more than thirty cities frequented by motorcycle enthusiasts.

We'll take action at night and retreat before dawn.

Wang Xiaoxiao's hyperdimensional illusion world became the most efficient tool, and Bai Yubing's spatial mirror was also quite good.

The news spread like wildfire through more than thirty cities, from the largest to the smallest, from east to west, reaching Tiancheng and every city inhabited by motorcyclists.

It created a climate of fear, and no one dared to sleep or rest at night.

Upon receiving the news, Optimus Prime smashed dozens of tables in the council chamber.

Standing in front of the shattered table, a bodyguard knelt before him, his head bowed, not daring to raise it.

"Over thirty cities, tens of thousands of robots, nowhere to be found, dead or alive. You've investigated for so long, what have you found?"

The guard lowered his head further. "Master, the other side left no trace, no signs of struggle, no witnesses. All the missing people disappeared in their sleep. I've searched every possible clue, but to no avail."

"waste!"

Optimus Prime calmed down. The motorcycle gang had a total of 90 large cities, and the 30 accidents occurred in all of them. They were distributed in different regions, with a wide range and no pattern. This was not something an ordinary person could do.

His brows furrowed repeatedly.

"The Beastmen?"

He was talking to himself, as if asking the guards, or perhaps asking himself.

The guard lowered his head and remained silent.

"No, that's also true!"

With the marriage imminent, Zhen Yunlong would not make a move at this time.

Moreover, the machine-beast race does not possess such capabilities. They could commit crimes simultaneously across several cities, leaving no trace and no survivors.

Even if such a thing happened, it's impossible for something to happen every night for 30 consecutive days.

If Zhen Yunlong had someone like that under his command, he wouldn't have kept him hidden until now. But it's also possible...

No, it's impossible.

Zhen Yunlong isn't stupid; the benefits of a marriage alliance far outweigh those of a war. He wouldn't ruin a marriage alliance for a pittance.

"Go down and continue the investigation."

The bodyguards disappeared.

Qing Xiaozhu stood at the entrance of the council hall and heard all the conversations that had just taken place.

His face remained expressionless, but he was thinking: Boss, are you guys going to turn the motorcycle community upside down?

He knew who did it from the moment the incident occurred in the first city.

He knows, but he won't say it.

That was his boss. He hated this indiscriminate killing, but judging from the news, those who died were all corrupt officials—

The nobles, the upper-class robots, and the robots that exploit the lower-class robots—they deserve to die.

Thinking about this, his mood wasn't so bad anymore.

Enter the council chamber, stand in front of Optimus Prime, and bow with hands clasped.

"Father, please calm down."

Optimus Prime turned to look at him, his brows furrowed, and a fire burning in his eyes.

"How can I calm down? Someone is killing my people in my territory, and we still have no clue what's going on..."

"Father!" Qing Xiaozhu interrupted him, saying meaningfully, "Why not try to see things from his perspective?"

"Oh? You have another opinion?" Optimus Prime waved for him to continue.

Qing Xiaozhu took half a step forward, looked down at the broken tables, and then looked up.

"I asked my father, 'Who were the people who died?'"

Optimus Prime immediately ran through his mind: Who were the dead? Nobles, high-ranking cyborgs, mine owners, unscrupulous merchants, and military officers.

He mentally reviewed the list submitted by the secret guards again. There were no civilians, only robots who muttered themselves to be upper-class people.

Looking at his expression, Qing Xiaozhu knew that he was already thinking about it.

"Nobles, high-ranking androids, aren't they helping us eliminate parasites? The resources on the Machine Planet are already scarce. With fewer of these people, we can have more resources."

Optimus Prime remained silent.

Qing Xiaozhu continued,

"So instead of getting angry, it's better to take over those unclaimed properties. Of course, we still need to put on a show. I guess it won't be long before the machine beast race faces the same problem."

"Judging from the city where the incident occurred, the attack was indiscriminate, but they were afraid to get close to Tiancheng. That is, they were afraid of you, Father. Since they were afraid, we sat in the center, focusing on reassuring the people, with investigation as a secondary task, and consolidating resources and industries as the primary objective."

Why not?

Optimus Prime looked at Optimus Young, and after a few seconds, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"My son is a great talent!"

He reached out and patted Qing Xiaozhu on the shoulder.

"I'll take care of it right away!"

He turned and strode out of the council chamber, his footsteps fading into the distance until they could no longer be heard.

Optimus Prime stood still, looking in the direction where Optimus Prime had disappeared.

His lips twitched. "Boss, stop messing around. I can't handle this."

Everything he said was to cover for Jiang Shi and his group.

The things he said—such as putting himself in others' shoes, eliminating parasites, and consolidating resources and industries—were all things he gradually learned from Jiang Shi during the time he was with him.

He didn't know these things before. He only knew how to fight, kill, and speak with his fists.

If Optimus Prime knew what his son was really thinking, he would definitely have this expression: ɿ(｡･ɜ･)ɾⓌⓗⓐⓣ?

On the border of the Motorbike Tribe, inside the No. 7 fighter spaceship.

"Captain, it's been a month already. We can't keep messing with the motorcycle tribe." Jiang Shi turned his head to look at the other side of the screen. "We can only..."

His gaze fell upon the territory of the machine beast race.

The two stared at each other for less than a second.

"The Machine Beast Clan." Bai Yubing's voice was calm.

"The Machine Beast Clan." Jiang Shi nodded.

The fighter jet turned around and flew towards the direction of the machine beast race.

Over the next month, the Beastmen experienced the exact same situation as the Motorbike Tribe.

Cities are collapsing one after another, and robots are disappearing in droves.

Zhen Yunlong smashed the table, and the guards knelt on the ground, but they found nothing.

When the news reached Sky City, Optimus Prime was in the council chamber reviewing documents.

He put down the documents in his hand, looked up, his lips slowly parted into a smile, and then he laughed.

"Hahaha, ho ho! If the Motorbike Tribe is like this, how can we do without the Mech Beast Tribe?"

I felt a little better.

But soon, the laughter stopped, and his brows furrowed.

He picked up the documents on the table, glanced at them again, and put them down.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the palace outside for a long time.

Motorbike riders had an accident, and so did biker riders. Same method, same timing. It's not a coincidence; it's the same group. Who is it?

Or is it some third party that hasn't noticed yet?

He turned around, walked back to the table, picked up the communicator on the table, and pressed a button.

"Prepare the spaceship. I'm going to see Zhen Yunlong."

.....

In a secluded room, a few lamps were embedded in the walls, casting a dim light. In the dim environment, only the outlines of each other could be seen.

In the center of the secret room stood a stone table, but there was nothing on its surface.

Zhen Yunlong had arrived and was sitting in the chair on the left, his hands resting on the armrests, without looking up.

"Brother Tianzhu, please have a seat."

Optimus Prime walked over and sat down opposite Zhenyunlong.

The two sat facing each other in silence for a while.

Optimus Prime spoke first, placing his hand on the table and frowning. "Brother Yunlong, what's your opinion on this matter?"

Zhen Yunlong placed his fingers on the armrest and uttered three words:

"Outsiders".

"Oh?" Optimus Prime's brow twitched. He gestured towards Zhen Yunlong and said, "Please speak."

Zhen Yunlong raised his head and looked at Optimus Prime, saying solemnly:

"If only one side were to be affected, my first thought would be that you were responsible. But upon closer inspection, something doesn't seem right." Zhen Yunlong held up one finger. "First, there's no pattern. The affected cities are scattered all over the place."

"Secondly, both sides have been affected. You have over thirty, and I have over forty. If you were responsible, you wouldn't target your own territory. If I were responsible, I wouldn't target my own territory either. So it wasn't us."

He raised his third finger. "Thirdly, they are all far from their respective capital cities. Neither Tiancheng nor the Imperial City has experienced any trouble. They are afraid, or perhaps they are not yet prepared."

He raised his fourth finger. "Fourth, the purpose is clear: only robots. I guess they're collecting proto-nuclei."

"The protocore is almost useless to our kind. At most, it can be used as an explosive, but its power is not great. It also has another function: it can make machines transform and add attributes. This feature is an absolute treasure to other advanced life forms."

"It's a treasure for us too!"

Zhen Yunlong's voice was deep, "That's why I'm convinced they're outsiders. We've been targeted by another civilization."

Optimus Prime's eyes darkened. This was the worst possible outcome. Being targeted by another civilization meant a war of annihilation, with no possibility of reconciliation unless the forces were evenly matched.

The enemy is now in the shadows, while they are in the open; it's a terrible situation.

He had considered this possibility before, but each time he thought about it, he dismissed it.

But now it seems that the transforming protocore itself is something worth exploring.

"We are exposed to another civilization." Zhen Yunlong's voice rang out again, softly but heavily.

"This..." Optimus Prime said firmly, "Outsiders are always our natural enemies."

Zhen Yunlong looked at him and said, "Brother Tianzhu, don't be too impulsive. Judging from the situation, they don't seem to have high-end combat power, at least not at your or my level. Otherwise, they wouldn't be sneaking around; they would have attacked head-on long ago."

Optimus Prime's brow remained furrowed as he said:

"That's not what I'm worried about. If it were truly a civilization, it would face far more enemies than just this."

The two fell silent at the same time.

After a long while, Zhen Yunlong leaned back in his chair, and his voice rang out again.

"I want to use this marriage alliance to defend against outsiders."

Optimus Prime was shocked; he hadn't expected Zhenyunlong to come up with this idea.

An alliance. But it has a heavy meaning. The Motorbike Tribe and the Beast Tribe have been divided for a very long time, for countless years.

Now they're talking about forming an alliance?

almost impossible.

"It's difficult. The two races have been divided for so many years, it's hard to reunite them. Even if you and I agree, the people below won't."

"Isn't there Xiaozhu? He has both a motorcycle and a beast form. Making him the leader should be convincing."

Optimus Prime remained silent.

To make Xiaozhu the supreme leader is to put him on the hot seat of adversity.

The alliance between the two tribes is not a game of making friends; it's war, bloodshed, and power struggles.

Both sides have people who are not convinced by them, and both sides have people who do not want to form an alliance.

Those people won't let this go; they'll try to assassinate you. Life after the marriage will definitely not be peaceful.

Now he only has this one successful son.

With Qing Xiaozhu dead, he has no son left. Qing Cangzhu is a daughter, and Qing Jianzhu is also a daughter. Two daughters can't support the Motorbike Tribe.

He raised his head, looked at Zhen Yunlong, and hesitated:

"Xiao Zhu is still weak. I'll give you an answer the day before the marriage."

Zhen Yunlong looked at him for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Okay. They shouldn't dare to be arrogant for a while."

........

The meeting ended, and the two left.

Jiang Shi and his group had no idea that their actions would create an opportunity for the two races, which had been divided for thousands of years, to unite and unify.

There's no other reason than that the two races are ultimately of the same origin, and it's a case of brothers fighting.

You steal one of my mines, I kill a whole squad of yours. We've been fighting for years, with countless deaths and injuries, but the root of the problem has never been eradicated.

But if a third party or outsider joins, the nature of the situation changes—

It was genocide, the extermination of a race.

Faced with this potential threat, the two races must either form an alliance and unite against external threats, or sit and wait for their demise.

Defeat without a fight, internal collapse, and the enemy reaps the benefits.

Zhen Yunlong understood, and Optimus Prime understood too.

In the water mirror world, nine people sat together. Bai Yubing looked around and said:

"We need to calm down for a while. Let's go back to Tiancheng."

Jiang Shi nodded. "Okay."

Everyone agreed.

That night, the No. 7 fighter jet silently flew back to Tiancheng.

For the next month, they did not step out of the Water Mirror World.

They themselves are very busy—busy selling protokers.

The protocores obtained from the Motorbeast Tribe and the Beast Tribe were piled up into small mountains, with each person possessing at least several thousand.

The quality varies greatly, with most being below rare grade, the majority being ordinary grade, a few being excellent grade, and even fewer being rare grade.

Epic-grade items are few in number, and legendary-grade items are only a handful.

They sort the products according to quality, keeping the good ones for future use and selling the inferior ones.

During this month, Qing Xiaozhu successfully broke through to the Starship class.

The day for the marriage alliance had arrived.

Tiancheng started preparing several days ago.

The streets were swept, all the energy lights were replaced with new ones, and even the dilapidated signs along the roadside were taken down.

People flocked in from all directions, some from Tiancheng itself, some from other cities, some were motorcycle riders, and some were beastmen.

Zhen Yunlong arrived a week early and stayed in the palace.

For the first time in thousands of years, the two races had been divided, and their leaders had moved into each other's palaces. The news spread throughout the entire mechanical planet.

In the water mirror world, the nine people are still busy.

Bai Yubing looked at everyone and said:

"Xiao Zhu, the day of the marriage has arrived; we should go out for some fresh air!"