"Tuba!" Malcolm ignored Roger's continued shouting.

"I've never seen such a grand request for that event in my life, JFK, have you read about this custom in any book?" Roger bumped Jonny's shoulder, winking at his friend.

"He's calling someone, and that person's name is probably ......" Jonny hurriedly reminded Roger, and then noticed the other man's expression turn from a wicked smile to a horrified look.

"Coming, coming, shouting so loudly, are you going to summon the whole ship or what?" A comical-sounding voice rang out from Malcolm in the direction he was yelling.

Heavy footsteps followed, and a large man appeared in the mooring, with short thick legs, slender arms, a large belly, and a small spherical head disproportionate to it above his thick body, his flat face had no nose or mouth, only a pair of shining eyes.

This eccentric guy who radiated an acetitanium, was close to the height of two adult men, and had a belly that looked like a water tank, turned out to be a complete robot!

"Is it small that you make a move? Let you sneak people down, don't make a mistake, and the result is that you're good, come and blow yourself up! Malcolm looked at the robot he called 'Tuba' with an angry smirk.

"What are you going to do with me if you don't? Do you think about it? These goods of yours are walking and hesitating, and they are hesitant to do anything. "The tall robot stretched out its long arms, and its thin fingers swirled strangely on the knuckles." They shot at me without saying a word, first me, and then I'm afraid it's your goods, if I don't make a decision on the spot, you can break your fingers and calculate the probability of damage to the goods. ”

"Shooting at you? That's a toy for Heisenberg! Malcolm blushed.

"Tomatoes and potatoes, I was in there at the time, and it was the same as no difference." The robot 'Trumpet' whispered, his voice seemingly coming from the abdominal cavity, at the height of Malcolm's head.

"Oh, according to you, you're unscathed so you can go on a killing spree? Don't forget, these idiots are fake homecomings! Malcolm said angrily.

"I know, I know, that's why I simulated a countdown to scare these idiots away, and when they were all out of the room, I just blew up the floor and blocked the pipeline." The robot turned its head slightly as it said stupid, and a flat face was directed at Johnny and Roger, and its eyes flashed with a blinding blue light, as if mocking their embarrassment.

"You're saying you let the patrol go, blew up the doors and floors, and thought you'd block the entrance?" Malcolm's eyes narrowed, his mouth curled like a bow, and he looked visibly choked by the robot's anger. "Is that a hotel, remember? There are several laundry rooms on each floor, and you block one, guess if they will remember to use the other? ”

The revelation of the truth seemed to send a signal to the opponent lurking in the dark, and before Malcolm's words fell, there was a sound of ropes, and a large number of boat soldiers suddenly poured out of several connecting lanes in the mooring area.

The first of the boatmen was dressed in old Federation clothing, a dirty set of battle armor that was in tatters, and what appeared to be a large patch of blood on his chest. He was tall, square-faced, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his cheeks and chin were covered with unshaven stubble, and he had a domineering face, but at the moment he had a lazy smile.

"Early in the morning, the damn warning was like a mad chick, and when they told me that someone could figure out the intervals of the ship's migration, and that they could get on board in a dinghy, and then steal and take away our guests, without even saying hello, it really scared me."

"I thought it was some kind of great thief at first, so I deliberately followed it down to take a look, but I didn't expect it to be a little little man who didn't have any fame." He made a big slap at Malcolm's size, and the boatmen around him laughed with him.

"Hey, bastard, he said he was short, why didn't you compare with me? You sloppy ghost with a weedy face, an ugly-faced man with thirteen feathered ears! "When the robot 'L' heard the other party's teasing, he immediately fought back viciously.

"Yo, what about the cursing parrot, why, you customized a full version of the trash talk encyclopedia for it, right?" The leading boatman asked Malcolm with interest.

"Your mother didn't teach you manners, so I'll teach you to talk to people face to face!" Seeing that the other party was ignoring him, the 'tuba' tone became even more unpolite, and it scolded: "Who did you just say is the parrot?" You're the parrot, you stinky Walken, Ibic octopus, disgusting Gaud worm! ”

In the face of the boat people who were like a great enemy, Malcolm seemed unhurried, he looked at the boat leader who was scolded by the 'big one' and smiled crookedly, squinted his eyes and said, "Han Sanjiao, right?" He said the other person's name.

"You know me?" Han Sanzu smiled, slightly strange.

"The famous winner Yizi, you can become the chief of Tantalus's 'Guan Gong Ancestral Hall' at a young age, and your fame may be greater than you imagined." Malcolm nodded.

"Really? I'm a bit rude to say that, because you know me, but I don't know you. Han Sanzu shook his palm lightly in front of him, and the corners of his mouth grinned. Do you think you can briefly introduce yourself in this embarrassing situation? There is no disrespect, just for the sake of reciprocating. ”

"A humble interstellar businessman, doing humble errands for people, nothing to praise, it's normal that you don't know each other." Malcolm squeezed out a small smile.

"I regret this, and then what follows is a procedure that even a humble businessman understands." Han Sanzu shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand lightly behind him, he gave the order, and the boatmen immediately made a move, the bullets were loaded, the ray guns and energy weapons made a whining beep, most of the dozens of weapons were pointed at Malcolm and the robots, and only a few were aimed at the three of Jonny, and for them who had never seen such a battle, it was rare to be able to stand there with a calm face, let alone think of any way to save the day.

"It's over, everything is in order, and I promise you won't be harmed." In Malcolm's eyes, Han Sanzu seemed to have read something, and he reached out to hold the pistol at his waist as he made a warning.

The two boatmen stepped forward to grab Malcolm, but the leather-clad man with his neckline raised suddenly smiled.