The shrill sound of the wind swept by Jonny's ears, and the speeding flying car leaned left and right through the long corridor of the cabin, and in a moment, his vision suddenly opened up, standing out from the slightly oppressive bilge labyrinth, which shocked Johnny, who had been here for the first time, and felt that his breath in his nose could not help but stagnate.

The empty berthing port was bigger than he had originally imagined, and as a facility that could accommodate more than 100 Yinmeng Shennong-class equivalent ships, this airport located on the lowest level of the Four Seasons' cabin was magnificent in terms of volume and internal structure.

One by one, one by one, the mooring brackets and the ships they carry from the bulkheads fill almost the entire space; They vary in height and length, and they are divided into different mooring areas according to different equivalent levels, among which is a large area of airspace that can be flown up, and the berths on both walls extend downward, like a ravine between the towering mountains.

Along the bulkhead corridor that surrounds the entire port of call, along the red guiding arrows, the 'large' flying car sped through the empty harbor, through the arched culverts, and they quickly arrived at their destination.

There was an inconspicuous spaceship parked on the inconspicuous small berth, and when Malcolm informed the three of them to get out of the car, Roger, who was originally full of anticipation. Clark couldn't help but make a disappointed assessment of the strangely shaped space vehicle in front of him.

"So it's such a little thing?" He jumped out of his seat and cried at Malcolm as he stood on the platform of the berth. "Brother, you should know that there is a fleet of boatmen armed to the teeth outside, and I don't believe that such a flying insect-like thing can escape pursuit."

"How? Lao Tzu's ship, 'Xingmang', she's really a stunner, isn't she? Malcolm ignored him and showed off to Joni beside him.

"Patchwork, banging, crappy wiring, miserable spatial layout, every part of her body is desperate, a bargain in the flea market, a champion in the garbage heap." 'Tuba' poured cold water on Malcolm's excited voice, and after Cornell staggered out of the car, its whole body was dented, and its modular body began to splice rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to its original appearance.

"The Starlight? It's a handsome name. Roger's face tensed, flattering but shaking his head slightly, several ships on the large berth not far from here attracted his attention at the moment, they were all several times larger than Malcolm's precious spaceship, the classic protruding streamlined shape, shining under the reflection of the surrounding blue light source, looked both noble and elegant, but also safe and reliable.

"If you want me to say, since we want to escape, we should grab a more powerful ship." He eagerly suggested to Malcolm.

"Yo ho, I can't see you, you're actually a spaceship pilot?" Malcolm struggled to keep his eyes open and stared at Roger.

"Me? No, no, I don't drive anything. Roger hurriedly shook his hand.

"Can't drive a spaceship? Then you seem to know how much you know. If you don't know what you're talking about, then please keep your mouth shut! Malcolm immediately put on a look of disdain, as if he was too lazy to talk nonsense with Roger.

"Thank you for coming to our rescue." Jonny interjected to save his friend's embarrassment, but Malcolm didn't appreciate it.

"Thank me for what? Your friend is right, going out is a life of death, and it must be great luck to survive. He chuckled. Outside, there's a whole fleet of Win Phoenix Chicks, plus a robbed City in the Clouds......"

"What? The City in the Clouds was captured by them? "Cornell. Clark was shocked when he heard this. "But it's a Pangu-class Silver Alliance battleship, how can they ......?"

"What's impossible? After years of peace and prosperity, the fools of the Silver Alliance have forgotten how to fiddle with their toys, the ship is just an object, and it depends on people to be effective......" Malcolm sneered.

"Well, it's up to ......," 'Tuba' muttered.

"Or the guy who cares about everything." Malcolm added.

"Brother Turtledove." Unlike Roger and his sons, Jonny had already written down his odd last name when Malcolm introduced himself. "They should have issued a warning just now, and the fleet should have received the news by now, your ship, I mean the Starmang...... Can it really survive the attack of a battleship? He expressed his concern to the other party.

"Rest assured, boy." Without waiting for Malcolm to speak, 'Trumpet' replied with an urn in a loud voice. "Speaking of escaping, someone's rotten ship is probably the best option for you, because she has a great pilot."

"Oh?" Roger was surprised to focus his gaze on Malcolm, which caused the robot to feign a cough.

"You?" Roger turned around and pointed to the 'tuba', the tall robot was bulging its belly and thrusting its waist at this time, and its round head trembled slightly, as if nodding proudly.

"Homer of the Holy Feather God Kong Sage, okay, this is equivalent to letting a flying tank walk on the balance beam, now we are completely finished." Roger stroked his forehead with his hand and hung his head in frustration, even he could understand how such a large robot could be a great spaceship pilot.

Hearing this, 'Trumpet' immediately rushed at Roger, staring at him with a pair of brilliant eyes, as if to make some kind of deterrent. Considering that he didn't know how many deadly mechanisms he had hidden all over his body, Roger lowered his head and didn't make eye contact, and the great and always right Clark never fought an eye battle that he was not sure of.

Just before the robot could make up its mind what to do with Roger, Malcolm's precious spaceship in front of it suddenly hummed, and in an instant, a layer of blue light quickly enveloped the entire spaceship.

"What's going on?" Roger asked, pointing to the boat.

"Trouble!" Malcolm replied with a frown, his finger in his ear, and then shouted into the air, "How many times have you told you not to touch the bridge!" You're going to take all my words as farts, aren't you? ”

"Dangerous...... What dangers? It's your rambling fantasies and illogical dreams, and I haven't said it, but those karaoke predictions of yours are really annoying! Don't touch my bridge! That's the only thing I've asked you to do, and you're ......."

"What? Biodetectors? Who told you to open it? When did you learn to ...... Lie down? Why? Lock an alert? Lock ......" Malcolm said this, turning his head and looking into the distance, and there was a sonorous sound around him, and the 'tuba' was running at this moment, and its arms suddenly opened, taking all the four people in front of him into its arms, and then bent down and protected them with its wide body.