"Brother Wren, is it still fruitless?" Ying Fengxiao turned on the communicator in his ear and asked the driver of the cab, Campbell. Brother Wren asked.

"Yes, Feng Xiao, I haven't found it yet." There was a response from the other end of the communicator. "Maybe they're not on this line?" After listening for a while, the driver's question came from Ying Fengxiao's headset.

"They must be there." Ying Fengxiao told him without doubt. "Keep your eyes open." She said.

'Follow the trajectory of ultra-long-range particles, and you can always find big fish. At this time, Ying Fengxiao suddenly remembered that Josh, who had been an ancient man for many years. Peck's words, the legendary Skeleton Gang and his men, who had brought the Interstellar Transportation Industry to the brink of collapse, were a thorn in the eye of the Alliance's Security Committee.

The storage of antimatter energy within the range of ultra-long-range communication bases or particle communication beams for long-range jumps is a rule that has not been revised in the Banmeng Space Navigation Manual for many years.

Most of these dogmatic and rigid pilots of large ships came from flight academies that taught them the lever buttons at a glance. Years of habit and the desire to keep in touch with the distant world have led them to follow such rules strictly.

And they will not know until they die that the ultra-long-range particle beam that connects their family's communications and many entertainment programs is also a deadly rope to attract pirate attacks.

Sensitive anti-detection radars can distinguish between any light waves and particle beams projected on them, and if a target is searched for by using a star map scan, the enemy can detect approaching hostility in an instant.

Turning off all detection instruments, cooperating with small ships covered with light-absorbing coatings, gradually approaching with a unique gas propulsion method, and suddenly accelerating at the moment when they are about to reach the opponent's field of vision, quickly approaching the target has achieved the ultimate goal of encroachment, which is also one of the tricks that the notorious 'Ghost Riders' have tried and tested.

The Skull Party and the Ghost Riders, for these two organizations that are outside of the boat people, Win Phoenix Hina has always had a mixed mentality.

With the same ancestry, these guys, who were dubbed "murderers", "murderers" and "cold-blooded pirates" by the major law enforcement agencies of the Silver Alliance, were synonymous with the glorious but tragic Vault Dweller more than 100 years ago, just like them

The frequent famines, the fear of death in a vacuum, made them question their living environment irrepressibly. One hundred and fifty years ago, the descendants of these angry and radical cyber sympathizers boarded their own boats and headed out towards the vast sea of stars, and although they still adhered to the precepts of their ancestors and did not set foot on the ground until death, they vented their anger at the human federation at that time.

The destruction of transport ships, attacks on space stations, the seizure of civilian ships, the kidnapping or execution of all crew members and tourists associated with the Federation, the merciless killings, and the heinous 'vacuum burials' have finally made the various security agencies of the federal government start to get serious.

The regular army, the reserves, the meritorious fleet and the ace destroyer group, from the end of the Federation to the re-election of the Silver Alliance in the past ten years, the long-term sweep and purge, so that these space pirates can no longer enter the past to swagger through the market, after the core force has been hit hard, they have to retreat to the uninhabited galaxy, hiding and living a dark life.

Inflicting the consequences on oneself and taking the blame for oneself was the comment that Ying Fengxiao had given to these two pirate organizations of the same origin, but when she thought about it today, she was no longer sure.

For the sake of her people's survival and the future of the homecoming line, she had to break the boat rules that she had followed for many years, and when she made this decision, she found it easier and happier than she had imagined.

Perhaps the spitting of these vengeful surface bastards was ingrained in the veins of every boatman, she explained to herself.

"Feng Xiao, you're right, they're right there!" At this moment, a message came from the communicator, Campbell. Brother Wren's voice seemed excited.

"Tell me the details." Hearing the news, Ying Fengxiao suddenly stood up.

"A lobster, a dozen scale fish, a feast as you said, a feast, a feast and dessert, they are neatly arranged." Brother Wren replied.

"Distance?" Feng Xiao asked.

"11 light-seconds, beyond the visual horizon, they can't see us, if that's what you're worried about." Brother Wren told her.

"Well, unless they have someone there with the same eyesight as you." Having said that, Ying Fengxiao was not worried in his heart.

Because of the need to repair the ship's delicate components, the modification of the electronic prosthetic eye is commonplace among boat owners. Under the premise of no disability, the normal eyeball is removed and replaced with a prosthetic eye that can be used for electron microscopy even if it can see very far, which is simply inconceivable for the people of Yinmeng, who have always been pampered. But for the boat people who are in a vacuum, separated only by a thin wall from death, it is a normal small sacrifice.

Opening the hatch and stepping into the passageway, into an open space in the back cabin, where hundreds of her most prominent men sat on the floor, armed with guns of all kinds, with solemn expressions on their faces. Seeing Ying Fengxiao walk into the hatch like a gust of wind, these boaters stood up one after another.

"Guys, it's time to forage." She announced loudly. "Thanks to me, you will be able to eat the greatest portion."

……

In the Skadi system, 2.7 light-seconds away from the planet Sairen, the Four Seasons cruise ship and its escort formation are moored at the ultra-long-range communication base located here. In the command compartment of the bridge of the flagship of the escort fleet, the city in the clouds, Captain Cliff of the Silver Alliance. Roy was standing straight in front of the porthole, watching the eruption of Mount Alpha on the Sairen.

In front of him, the flames soared into the sky, and the surging lava erupted as if it was about to rush into the starry atmosphere, but the viewer was expressionless in the face of such a spectacular scene.

Cliff didn't think there was the slightest thought of a geological spectacle that erupted every three standard years, and he frowned, wondering why the brain-burning fools who were crazy and had a lot of money in front of him would prefer this bite.

It took a month to go through five or six star gates, just to run to this ghost place where birds don't lay eggs, waiting to see this boring volcanic eruption? He couldn't help but curse in his heart.

In order to protect these bastards, no one would care, he and his convoy had missed the world-famous Battle of Bald, and not long ago, when the good news of victory came from the front, as a soldier, he was sullen that he had not been able to catch up with this grand battle that was bound to go down in history.