A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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In the outer space of Blackwater Star, a huge, semi-transparent barrier, like two inverted giant bowls, emits a stable energy light, enveloping the entire planet and its near-Earth orbit.

The planetary barrier of Blackwater.

Orion installed the highest level of planetary barrier on Blackwater Star. Once this planetary barrier is opened, even if a high-level female insect invades the barrier, it will take ten to thirty minutes to break through it.

They had enough time to kill the Crown Princess hundreds or thousands of times over, so the Crown Prince wouldn't dare to make any rash moves.

On the Blackwater Star Planet's defensive barrier, the space pirates were idle and their patrols were lax and lazy.

The screen on the control panel was lit up, and the AI ​​was constantly monitoring the status of the barrier and the scan map of the external airspace. Any slight abnormality would automatically trigger an alarm.

Outside, the patrol team on the outer defense line chatted and laughed, while inside, several junior officers sat crookedly at their posts.

On the main monitoring screen in the center of the control room, not far outside the barrier, the legion's massive fleet was confronting them, its cannons menacing and oppressive, pointing towards Blackwater Star.

However, the underlings were indifferent to this, even somewhat lazy, not bothering to lift their eyelids.

Some hummed songs, some played games, some drank, and some played cards.

They weren't particularly worried about a conflict. Although the Crown Prince's fleet was standing by nearby, they didn't dare to come over, as the Crown Princess was in their hands.

Unless the Crown Princess is rescued, they will absolutely not dare to come over unless the Crown Prince wants to die with them.

It shouldn't have come to the point of risking our lives together, right? It's just asking him to abdicate, is it really worth risking your life for?

No way, no way. I've never heard of a queen insect sacrificing herself to avoid abdication.

The space pirates relaxed, reclining in their chairs, humming songs, closing their eyes to rest, or playing on their personal computers, enjoying the quiet time of slacking off, and comfortably swinging their crossed legs.

Suddenly, the AI ​​alarm was triggered.

The alarm blared without warning in the control room and along the entire defense line, its loud and piercing sound shattering the leisurely time spent slacking off.

"Hold!"

"What the hell?!"

"Enemy attack?!"

The underlings were so shocked they almost jumped off their chairs, leaping up as if their backsides were on fire and rushing to the monitoring console to watch.

The chair legs screeched against the floor, making a piercing noise, and the chair tipped over, bringing the leisurely pace to an abrupt end.

His hand trembled as he played cards, and he stopped playing altogether, throwing down all the cards and standing up.

When I stood up, my leg hit the table, and the empty beverage can fell to the ground with a "clatter" and rolled a long way.

The defense line was also quite alarmed. All the soldiers turned their heads sharply like startled rabbits, their smiles and relaxation instantly dispelled by the alarm, and they hurriedly raised their weapons.

Is the Crown Prince really going to take them all down with him?

No way! No way!

But where are the intruders?

I didn't see it?

Their faces were filled with a bewildered look of shock.

The squad leader opened his team's in-game voice chat and asked his pirate subordinates outside, "Where's the alarm coming from? The barrier's been attacked?!"

His subordinates were equally bewildered: "We don't know, we didn't see any intrusion."

The foreman nervously pulled up data on the control panel while gruffly cursing them, "Useless trash! I knew I couldn't count on you. I'll see for myself!"

"..." The pirates outside dared not speak out in anger.

You're the one sitting in front of the monitor. What happened? You're asking us?

The junior leader quickly switched screens and pinpointed the source of the alarm.

It is an outer patrol post.

An alarm has been issued regarding the approach of an unidentified spacecraft.

"Alright, don't panic, it's not an attack, it's an outer perimeter interception alarm." The leader's tone visibly relaxed, though his brow was furrowed, clearly annoyed at being disturbed, but he still tried to reassure his men. "An unidentified small transport ship approached the barrier and was automatically identified and stopped."

"Damn, that scared the hell out of me!"

The other leaders breathed a sigh of relief, bent down to pick up the chairs, picked up the empty cans from the ground, and threw them into the recycling bin next to them.

The remaining few, grumbling and cursing, also came over to take a look.

"What a crappy ship! Doesn't it have eyes?"

"That's really overreacting."

They commanded the AI: "Retrieve images of the outer outposts."

The main screen immediately displays real-time footage of the target intercepted by the outer outpost.

A standard small civilian cargo ship, painted in the common blue and white of logistics companies, looks ordinary. It has no armed guns, and the hull is printed with a large flower logo and the words "Flower Delivery" in human-art font.

"What the hell?" The foreman leaned closer to the screen, looking puzzled.

Soon, a communication request came in from the outer patrol post.

The face of the space pirate in charge of perimeter security appeared on the screen, and he looked somewhat bewildered: "Boss, have you guys received any notification?"

"What notification?"

"The barrier intercepted a civilian transport ship claiming to be a flower delivery service. They were carrying an authorization code from the head of the Human Alliance, claiming that the head of the Alliance had purchased the flower delivery service to transport flowers to the surface of Blackwater, and requested to pass through the barrier."

"Flower delivery?"

The few junior managers in the control room looked at each other, almost thinking they had misheard.

Sending flowers on this tense military standoff front?

Is this an art style?

"Yes, flowers." The subordinate nodded on the other end of the screen and scanned the spaceship with a scanning device.

A dozen or so people, a boatload of flowers.

The people above are all fragile humans, not even alphas with any fighting ability; they are just ordinary humans.

He reported with a strange expression: "Scans on the ship show... well, it's all flowers, various varieties, and quite a lot of them. As for the personnel... there are over twenty crew members, all human, and the vital signs scans show they are... uh, very ordinary Betas, very weak. No individuals with a combat strength exceeding ten were detected, nor were there any weapon energy signals."

Upon hearing this, the tense atmosphere in the control room completely dissipated.

It's absurd that his son is crying for his father; it's utterly absurd.

What's going on here?

Sending flowers at this time?

They were cursing under their breath.

However, this did not alert them.

Twenty-odd Beta humans and a boatload of flowers—what threat could that pose?

Their combat strength is less than ten, only slightly stronger than an ordinary male Zerg.

At times like these, transporting fresh flowers is a hassle, especially the male insects.

"They're just making things worse." A junior leader scoffed and ordered his subordinates, "Send over their authorization codes to verify."

The authorization code data appears on the secondary screen and is entered into the system for comparison.

The system feedback flashed a few times and displayed the message "Match: Human Alliance Director Felipe Rodri, permissions valid".

"It really was the code given by the Human Alliance Director."

"Boss, that's the situation. A boatload of flowers, a bunch of weak humans. Should we release them or not? It's your decision," the subordinate at the outer outpost asked.

The foreman sighed. The task wasn't too difficult, but it was probably easy to make mistakes. He couldn't make a decision on his own: "Wait a minute, I'll report to my superiors and ask."

The junior officer reported the situation to his adjutant in charge of defense coordination.

The information was quickly transmitted to the adjutant's personal computer.

The adjutant was sitting in his office processing a pile of documents.

He paused for a moment after receiving the message, and then replied.

In the control room, the junior leader tapped the armrest with his fingers, waiting for a reply; his subordinates at the patrol outpost awaited instructions; and the flower transport ship floated silently in the cold universe.

A "ding-dong" sound.

The adjutant replied.

The junior leader looked down.

[Lieutenant]: That's true. The authorization code has been verified. Perform routine inspection procedures to confirm that the ship and cargo are free of lethal weapons, contraband, or toxic and hazardous materials. Inspection passed; release is permitted.