Abyss Solo

Chapter 154: 091 He understands ‘reunion’_2

She was heading straight for the bridge.

“Lyu,” Yang Ming looked at the transport ship appearing outside the porthole, “Take control of the pirate ship as soon as possible, do something inside the bridge to attract Mimili’s attention, and let the Feinan enter the tail cabin directly.”

“Okay, boss, do you want me to hijack that low-level artificial intelligence?”

“Up to you, just don’t harm Molly.”

Yang Ming stood up, immediately rushed to the wardrobe beside him, took out a cloak with spacesuit functions, and put it on, grabbing his beloved red-handled light sword.

He hoped she wouldn’t cause any trouble.

Otherwise, he’d definitely have something to hold over on Kolev!

…

The bridge hatch security lock was surprisingly open.

Behind the helmet, Mimili’s voice was very calm, “Send them another communication invitation, we should be courteous before force.”

“Aye, Captain, we…”

Bzzt, bzz.

A slight noise crossed, and Mimili suddenly lost contact with her crew.

The image of Molly flickered slightly, and similarly disappeared, leaving the projection ball suspended in place without moving.

Signal jamming?

Buzz—

The light sword emitted a pink plasma beam.

Mimili realized the danger, but she wasn’t flustered, she tightly pursed her lips, glanced at the retreat path, and then looked at the cabin door that had a slit opened in front.

Playing tricks!

Mimili yanked the door open, the light sword held horizontally, laser pistol pointed forward, ready to shout “stop” at once, but the bizarre scene before her left her speechless.

The bridge of the transport ship was very simple, with what appeared to be two rows of square cabinet-like consoles, and some basic instruments.

Underneath the porthole, above the console, a single orange-red lamp was flashing on and off.

A dozen rusty robots—apparently some nearly scrapped mechanical guards—were reverently kneeling before the lamp, rising and bowing repeatedly with its flicker.

Ancient chanting suddenly echoed around.

The mechanical faces were cold yet filled with devotion.

Mimili tilted her head.

In, intelligent machines?

Religion?

She saw the weapons placed beside this group of old mechanical soldiers, hesitated slightly, and then retreated back, leaning in a corner, contemplating carefully.

She was here to rob.

Based on previous successful extortions of merchant ships, the main cannon on the pirate ship, coupled with her own sudden intrusion into the vessel, was enough to crush the resistance of these merchants and crew.

But now…

Was this an old transport ship occupied by intelligent machines?

What could be in its cargo hold?

Mimili’s bright eyes trembled slightly.

Although she wasn’t confident about directly eliminating this group of mechanical soldiers, she naturally didn’t want to retreat here, so she turned around, retreated over thirty meters, and entered the corridor connecting the neck of the ship.

The main body of this transport ship was its ‘big belly.’

To be precise, its only cargo hold occupied ninety percent of its volume, making it very easy to access the cargo hold, just a turn away.

‘What are these?’

Stepping onto the connecting bridge, Mimili appeared at the upper left corner of the huge cargo hold.

The scene before her was even more astonishing than the dozen mechanical soldiers performing a religious ritual earlier.

Containers piled in all corners, seven to eight large machines over fifty meters length stacked neatly, and all gaps between these machines were filled with various items.

Knowledge from books struck Mimili like a bolt of lightning.

Planet Transformation System!

An entire set of the Planet Transformation System! And it was equipped with a large supply of materials!

If there were a batch of engineering robots in those containers, then this system would likely operate autonomously!

Mimili almost cheered out loud.

By hijacking this merchant ship, she could save twenty years of effort!

Suddenly, the neat footsteps of mechanical guards echoed in the corridor.

The expression behind Mimili’s helmet changed slightly, but she wasn’t in a hurry. This cargo hold had the perfect terrain to conduct guerrilla warfare, to deal with the dozen mechanical guards.

“Intruder.”

From a side dark corner, a deep male voice suddenly emerged.

Mimili frowned, looking there.

A dark figure stepped forward leisurely, a black cloak veiling his attire, covering his appearance, only revealing a clean-shaven chin, and spoke in a deep voice:

“Human, what is your intention?”

“Wow!”

Mimili’s voice was layered with electronic distortion by the helmet, “Are you intelligent machine civilization?”

The shadow did not respond.

Mimili calmly raised her pistol, “Well, regardless of what you are, I need to maintain professional integrity. Robbery.”

“Are you serious?”

The shadow asked in a low voice.

Mechanical guards appeared at both ends of the connecting bridge. Mimili suddenly spun and sidestepped, her figure leaping across below, muttering a few unladylike expletives behind her helmet.

The shadow slightly raised his hand, and those mechanical guards simultaneously halted, sealing both exits.

Then, the shadow, holding the railing, leaped down, sprinting forward as he touched the ground.

Like a leopard!

Mimili, intending to slip away through the complex structures here, had her face change drastically.

The speed the opponent exhibited wasn’t human at all!

Intelligent machine!

A formidable intelligent machine warrior!

Mimili immediately made her judgment, her figure leaping forward while spinning mid-air, repeatedly squeezing the trigger of her laser pistol, firing a barrage of light bullets.

A protection shield appeared right ahead of the opponent.

Mimili hit the deck back-first, but her expensive combat suit allowed her to remain unharmed, and she slid several meters on the ground.

She swiftly jumped up, gritting her teeth to activate the light sword.

The shadow charging at her wore a cloak from which a large hand stretched out, holding… a red hilt.

The chilling red light sword lit up Mimili’s eyes.

She didn’t have time to ponder before the opponent’s light sword swung down.

She couldn’t block it!

Mimili rolled to her right, barely dodging the light sword, leaving a scorched mark on the floor.

She scrambled up to counterattack, swinging the light sword toward the opponent’s side, exploiting her own agility to engage in a light sword duel.

For a moment, the buzzing sounds were incessant.

But after just two clashes, Mimili’s light sword flew out of her hand, with the crimson light sword aimed at her helmet.

“You’re quite exceptional,” the shadow said in a deep voice, “for an ordinary person.”

“Is that so?” Mimili’s Adam’s apple quivered slightly, “Perhaps we could talk.”

Before she could finish, she suddenly darted sideways, but the shadow’s other hand emerged from the cloak, an electric shock gun emitting weak arcs.

Mimili’s vision blacked out, and she collapsed softly.

The shadow slowly removed the cloak, revealing an unfamiliar face, then stripped off the full headgear he wore, revealing Yang Ming’s face.

He exhaled lightly.

Goodness, thankfully this little ancestor didn’t cause too big of a mess.

What to do now?

Yang Ming pondered, staring at the unconscious Mimili.

She knew too much.

Lyu’s voice came through, “Boss, I’ve captured Molly, she wasn’t able to send out a distress signal to Kolev.”

“Oh,” Yang Ming murmured, “I might need to apologize to Kolev.”

“Boss, you want to…”

“I do want to recruit Mimili,” Yang Ming said in a low voice, his eyes flashing uncertainly.

“But boss, depending on developing a romantic relationship for someone’s complete subjugation is just the figment of some unscrupulous romantics’ imagination,” Lyu reminded helpfully.

Yang Ming’s face instantly darkened.

“She has excellent abilities, also leadership skills; isn’t she the talent we’re lacking? What I’m hesitating about is whether Kolev will chase me with a cane, and what are you thinking, has your brain core been infected with some corny virus?”

Lyu blinked and chuckled twice dumbly.

She understood Yang Ming; at this time, if she played dumb, she wouldn’t be scolded too harshly.

Subsequently.

In Lyu’s thought space, she turned her head to look at the trembling Molly in the corner, her lips curling into a slightly mischievous smile.

What’s called intelligent machine bullying?

Soon, she’ll have her call her the boss!

However, what Yang Ming and Lyu couldn’t observe was that true intelligent machine bullying was occurring in the bedroom of the Old Emperor at the Wind Empire’s Imperial Palace…