In the meteorite belt behind Planet No. 2, there is a huge meteorite with a diameter of more than two kilometers. It looks like other meteorites on the outside, but in fact, the inside has been hollowed out and transformed into a base for interstellar pirates.

Tromp is the leader of the base and the "leader" of all interstellar pirates in the entire galaxy.

At this moment, he was sitting in the communication room wearing vermilion pajamas, swallowing bitter coffee and staring at the electronic screen in front of him with an ugly expression.

Early this morning, he was awakened by an informant in the galaxy space station. There was a young man from the carbon-based human race who took over three "trap missions". Moreover, his spaceship was equipped with anti-reconnaissance armor, and he

It is completely impossible to know what the opponent's combat effectiveness is.

These tasks in the Bounty Guild are called "traps" because these tasks are all generated under their deliberate arrangement.

For example, first organize the pirate brothers to loot a lone explorer spacecraft, and then take the owner of the spacecraft to a chemical facility to kill him. In this way, the source of the life signal that finally disappears will be located in the chemical facility.

When the people from the Explorers Guild heard that someone had been killed here, they would definitely send people to investigate. So, this facility was disguised as a chemical facility, but in fact it was full of traps inside. Where there were mechanical troops outside, the Explorers Guild would

Transfer it to the Bounty Hunter Guild and become a bounty target.

The e119u galaxy is neither Nidhogg's warning zone, nor does any race occupy it. The entire galaxy is so big, there will always be a few fools coming to it and becoming the target of their raids.

In Tromp's view, the current group of people in the Bounty Hunters Guild are all a bunch of scum.

At the moment, the entire Euclid galaxy is in a state of fragmentation. Although Nidhogg has a vague tendency to become the overlord of the galaxy, it has not yet been fully recognized by races such as Kevan and Marchan, and can only rule in a very limited way.

range.

Even the well-organized Nidhogg can't control the e119u galaxy, let alone those extremely loose bounty hunters?

Tromp had previously relied on these traps to obtain considerable wealth. He could not help but plunder property, and even took out various stolen spaceships to renovate and resell them. He obtained huge assets worth hundreds of millions of galactic coins, and even won a fortune.

Favored by powerful forces.

The base he is currently in was built with the help of the forces behind it.

However, the situation he encountered today seemed different from before.

According to the last image data transmitted from the chemical facility, the trap he set suffered a devastating blow outside the radar's visual range. The attack forms seen on the screen already included phase beams and photon cannons.

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It wasn't that he thought the opponent's firepower was so fierce, but that his behavior was completely beyond his expectations.

In his impression, bounty hunters are all lunatics who seek wealth rather than life. He installed multiple technical modules with extremely high market value in chemical facilities. Ordinary people would rather be shot by machine gun traps loaded with dissolving bombs.

Turn it into a sieve, turn it into a pool of green water, and try to take away those technical modules.

Why did this person just blow up the entire facility today?

He rubbed his somewhat swollen temples and took another sip of coffee. He "discussed business" with the female secretary until early in the morning yesterday, and now he couldn't concentrate at all.

"You can continue to monitor the other two places...call me if there is any situation."

Tromp sighed, stood up and left the communications room.

However, as soon as he took two steps out, there was a scream from behind. Looking back, his little brother stumbled out of the communication room.

"It exploded, boss, it exploded!"

"You're the one who fucking blew up!" After giving the idiot in front of him a slap on the head, he cursed and returned to the communication room.

The message sent back this time was Trap No. 2, the wreckage of a destroyed spaceship. To be precise, it was a small camera not far from the wreckage of the spacecraft.

To put it bluntly, this wreckage is a huge bomb. According to the mission requirements given by the Bounty Guild, those who accepted the mission must leave their own spacecraft and enter the wreckage to search after arriving at the wreckage.

Then, boom.

Tromp can get an intact spaceship very easily.

"Connect the signal of the camera and put it on the main screen." Trump ordered while holding the cup.

When he heard his younger brother say that this place was bombed, he was secretly relieved that he probably didn't encounter any difficult guys. After all, interstellar pirates can't afford difficult enemies. Fighting this type of enemy will only lead to

Let them fight more and more and lose more.

After a white screen, a slightly blurry picture was transmitted to the screen. However, the moment they saw the picture, everyone present took a breath. Trump even frowned deeply.

On the screen, the fire from the explosion of the wreckage of the spacecraft has not completely dissipated. There is a spacecraft parked on a meteorite not far away.

Next to the spacecraft, a tall and thin figure was throwing something like a remote control in his hand on the ground.

"He didn't go in at all?!"

Tromp said to himself, and the word "detection robot" suddenly popped into his mind.

How cautious a bounty hunter is to use a detection robot to investigate a wreckage?!

Everyone's eyes were focused on the eagle-like black battleship in the picture. Only Tromp noticed that this figure had not taken off the spacecraft after returning to the spacecraft.

At this moment, the picture on the screen suddenly appeared several strange distortions.

"Nima, do you want to scan the signal?!"

Tromp's pupils tightened instantly. He strode to the console and pressed the red button in front of him, cutting off the signal connection with the camera.

"Boss, what's going on?" A sturdy lizard man appeared at the door of the communication room. This guy is Trump's right-hand man.

"You go to my office now and turn on the pulse signal transmitter. I want to contact 'them'!" Trump spoke quickly.

"What's the situation?" The lizard man blinked in confusion, "Isn't it just that the trap has been cracked? The boss won't be so nervous, right?"

When Tromp heard this, he cursed his mother angrily, pushed the lizard man away and walked out: "What do you know? After a normal person cracks the trap, will he still start tracking the signal source?!"

He cursed and left the communication room. After being stunned for a long time, the lizard man could only shake his head helplessly.

"You continue to monitor the remaining traps, I'll go check on the boss..."

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In Trump's office.

"...Yes, I don't know what the opponent's strength is."

"……Yes."

"But I am sure that the opponent is either Nidhogg's reconnaissance force or a professional intelligence officer of a large mercenary group!"

Tromp sat on a chair and reported to the people in the video with a solemn expression: "I ask for your support! If the other party is a professional military organization, our group of pirates will have no resistance at all!"

A man's hoarse voice came from the screen: "I have reported this matter to my superiors. If approved, we will immediately go to the e119u galaxy for support."

"Please organize your organization to make a decision as soon as possible!" Trump stood up and solemnly saluted the video.

The video call was interrupted. Tromp sighed and fell back into his chair. At the same time, the lizard man standing quietly in the corner also cautiously said: "Boss, are you taking this matter too seriously?

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He waved his hand: "You don't understand, this is intuition... I have been a pirate in this galaxy for five years, and this is the first time I have seen someone with such methods."

"His behavior is very similar to those of high-level mercenaries." Tromp narrowed his eyes slightly as if he was recalling something, "This kind of person will not give you a chance at all. Just wait and see, what are the rest of us?"

The trap he set, if nothing else happens, will be destroyed by him. I just feel sorry for the brothers on the spaceship..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of footsteps outside the house. Immediately afterwards, there was a banging on the office door.

"Come in!"

"Boss, our trap No. 3 has failed!"

The lizard man next to him heard this and tilted his head strangely: "It has failed? What does it mean that it has failed?"

"He, they...returned."

Upon hearing this, the Lizard Man and Tromp looked at each other in confusion.
Chapter completed!