My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

He planned to lead a small team, disguised as maintenance drones on a Royal Court small landing ship, to approach the maintenance port, seize the tactical hub, and then retreat.

After listening, Jiang Nuonuo only said one sentence: "Your plans are always short, but the risks are always long."

Qin Meng laughed and said, "Short plans are easy to remember."

The number of people traveling with us this time must be small.

Qin Meng, Chu Feng, Lao Lu, Hu Biao, plus Karl the Paper.

Qin Xiaoman also wanted to go, but Qin Meng forced her to go back to the dormitory.

Qin Xiaoman angrily stuffed the can of braised pork back into her bag: "Brother, this is discrimination against logistics personnel."

Qin Meng rubbed her head: "There's no mealtime this time, you can scold me when we get back."

Qin Xiaoman snorted: "Then you'll have to bring moon chocolates when you come back."

Hu Biao reminded him from the side, "There's no chocolate on the moon."

Qin Xiaoman looked at him and said, "Then let me steal it from the aliens."

Qin Meng nodded: "That makes sense."

Before setting off, Jiang Nuonuo handed a black chip to Qin Meng.

She said, "This is a fire control translation core that Lao Lu and I temporarily made. After we seized the tactical center, we inserted it and were able to change the royal court's commands into a format that humans could use."

Hu Biao reached out to touch her, but Jiang Nuonuo slapped his hand away.

She said, "Don't touch it, or I'll break it and turn you into the translation core."

Hu Biao immediately stepped back: "My educational level is not suitable for this position."

Three hours later, the camouflaged landing ship left Earth's orbit and folded and jumped towards the outer edge of the solar system.

The space in the small boat of the royal court folds slowly, and there is draft everywhere inside.

Chu Feng slammed his fist on the control panel and cursed, "Karl, is this the piece of junk your advance team is using?"

Carl said, feeling wronged, "This is a maintenance boat, not a VIP ship."

Hu Biao sat in the back cabin, hugging a weapons box and complaining, "No wonder you guys call yourselves a construction team; your vehicles have such a construction site vibe."

Qin Meng did not participate in the verbal sparring.

He is using a black hole engine to simulate the external structure of the maintenance port.

The coordinates show that the repair port is located on one side of the Reaper mothership's path and is an automated resupply module released by the mothership.

It will clear the course in advance, collect asteroid material, and replenish the dimensional fuel for the outer gun barrels of the mothership.

In other words, this is the harvester's mobile gas station.

If we can capture it, we can not only seize the tactical hub, but also weaken some of the mothership's firepower.

After the landing craft crossed Neptune's orbit, a large area of ​​cold, icy debris appeared ahead of it.

Deep within the scree belt, a dark purple ring-shaped structure floats suspended.

It has a diameter of over 20 kilometers, and its outer surface is covered with mechanical claws and maintenance slots. In the center is a luminous central sphere.

Chu Feng lowered his voice and said, "We've arrived at the repair port."

Hu Biao stared at the screen, swallowing hard. "This thing is bigger than our base, and it's still called a port? Wang Ting's naming is far too arrogant."

The landing ship issued a residual code authentication.

Reconnaissance beams from the perimeter of the maintenance port swept across the ship's hull.

Everyone held their breath.

Three seconds later, the reconnaissance light turned green.

Chu Feng breathed a sigh of relief: "We've fooled them."

The next second, a mechanical broadcast came from inside the maintenance port.

"An anomaly detected at the repair shop. Please submit a driver's neural network verification."

The cabin fell silent for a moment.

Hu Biao slowly looked at the piece of paper on Karl's head: "Do you have tentacles?"

Karl said dryly, "All I have now is my mouth."

The broadcast started again.

"Verification countdown: 10, 9, 8."

Old Lu was sweating profusely with anxiety: "The residual code can only pass through the outer gate; entering the port requires a liveness check!"

This is the new difficulty.

Without Royal Court live pilots, they would be treated as intruders by the maintenance port.

Qin Meng reached out and grabbed the piece of paper from Karl.

Carl cried out in alarm, "I've already done a two-dimensional scan, it can't be verified!"

Qin Meng said, "It's alright, I'll just make you a temporary tentacle."

Before Carl could understand, Qin Meng had already used gravity to pull out six thin two-dimensional tendrils from the edge of the paper.

Carl screamed, "This is my face! This is my face!"

Chu Feng stuck it onto the verification interface.

The interface remains silent for two seconds.

The results were broadcast over the loudspeaker.

"Low-quality driver, barely passes."

Hu Biao couldn't help but laugh: "It says you're low quality."

Karl exclaimed in despair, "As long as it passes, that's fine! You Earthlings shouldn't be so picky!"

The landing ship slowly entered the maintenance port.

Upon entering, everyone saw hundreds of royal court maintenance machines busily at work.

They have spider legs, their bodies are covered with welding torches and cutters, and their movements are frighteningly precise.

Outside the central sphere, a black cube hangs suspended.

Chu Feng's eyes lit up: "That's the tactical hub."

Just as Qin Meng was about to make his move, a humanoid creature suddenly emerged from the depths of the repair port.

It is three meters tall, wears dark purple armor, and has no facial features, only a smooth metal surface.

Karl's voice trembled: "Damn it, it's the mothership inspector. How could there be one of these in the maintenance port?"

The inspector raised his hand, his Chinese pronunciation stiff but clear.

"Qin Meng, an anomalous individual on Earth, is welcome to Hong Kong."

Qin Meng raised an eyebrow: "You guys also offer escort services?"

The inspector ignored his taunts.

It continued, "If you want the tactical hub, we can trade it."

Hu Biao was astonished: "Aliens talk business?"

The inspector stated, "The Reaper mothership does not need the entire Earth; it only needs anomalous individuals, key hosts, and high-dimensional engines."

It points to Qin Meng.

"Hand over Qin Meng, Qin Xiaoman, and the Black Hole Engine, and three percent of the remaining life on Earth can be preserved."

Hu Biao was furious: "Three percent and you dare to call it 'reservation'? Are your Wangting math teachers in charge of funerals?"

Qin Meng laughed.

"I'll give you a deal too."

The inspector asked, "What kind of deal?"

Qin Meng raised his hand, and the black hole engine lit up.

"Give me the central authority, and I'll keep three percent for you."

The inspector's metallic face flashed.

The next second, alarms blared throughout the maintenance port.

Hundreds of maintenance machines simultaneously turned towards Qin Meng.

The battle has begun.

The interior of the maintenance port instantly turned into a complete mess.

Hundreds of maintenance machines rushed in simultaneously, with welding torches, cutting beams, and towing cables being thrown at the landing ship from all directions.

Chu Feng swerved the spaceship to the side, narrowly avoiding a row of cutting beams.

Hu Biao shouted from the rear cabin, "This maintenance worker is way too enthusiastic! He's offering amputation packages the moment he sees us!"

Old Lu, clutching the equipment box, was pale-faced: "Don't let them touch the hull! These tools can cut through the outer armor of the Royal Court warship!"

Qin Meng opened the hatch and rushed into the maintenance port.

There is no sound in a vacuum.

However, the energy vibrations inside the repair harbor were transmitted through the armor, making one's chest feel suffocated.

Qin Meng spread his arms, and the gravitational field expanded, freezing dozens of repair machines that were rushing towards him in mid-air.

With a flick of his wrist, the entire machine shattered into a lump of iron.

The inspector stood on the central platform, his metallic face unchanged.

It raised its hand and pointed, and the robotic arm on the outer ring of the maintenance port began to rotate.

Giant robotic arms extend from the wall, each hundreds of meters long, with dimensional cutting blades hanging at their tips.