Of course, once you strike, it must be a fatal strike. Many individuals or forces that were once highly influential have disappeared in this manner.
Mars Free Port is Fatty's most important goal. Only by holding this planet firmly can he truly unify the Free World.
However, before setting out for Mars Free Port, Fatty knows that relying solely on the Redbeard Pirate Group won't be enough. What he needs now is more power and more money. Without sufficient strength, nothing can stir up the waters in that realm of the strong preying on the weak.
"Where do you think we should start?" Fatty rubbed his bloodshot eyes, shifted his gaze from the interstellar map, lit a cigarette, and looked at Barbarossa.
"I...," Barbarossa glanced at Fatty cautiously and shook his head, "I don't know either. Recently, there's been no juicy target among the news coming back from our sent-out eyes. On the main route, the Suss Empire Fleet is still continuously gathering at the Saleria Border, and no one would dare take risks at this ti."
The edge lanes depend on the comrcial lanes, and the comrcial lanes rely on the main route. Given that the main route currently has the Suss Empire Fleet passing every mont, indeed, no one dares act recklessly.
Without a special pass from the Suss Empire and not registered with the Western Alliance, even rchant ships carrying the most ordinary goods cannot enter the sight of the Suss Fleet, let alone those free rchant ships carrying strictly controlled goods like energy, machinery, and electronic equipnt.
There are smuggling ships daring to cross the blockade line, but these are mostly Fei Alliance vessels. Their destination is places like Leray and Gazalin, those blockaded Fei Alliance countries, and such rchant ships naturally fall outside Fatty's robbing scope.
Fatty pursed his lips, exhaled a smoke ring, then hurriedly puffed out a straight line of smoke. Watching the straight smoke pass through the smoke ring, he felt a sense of achievent and laughed lasciviously, "If you have sothing to say, just say it—doesn't the Redbeard Pirate Group have enemies?"
Barbarossa's face changed color while looking at Fatty. To be honest, he now has a deep sense of fear towards Fatty. At this point, Fatty has stripped away the strong facade that the pirates perceived. At the mont of revealing the pirate treasure, Barbarossa knew Fatty had won. He could never return to being the pirate leader who commanded and intimidated everyone.
The only reason he still stands here, as one of the three leaders of this new group, is because of a single word from Fatty. This person has a natural talent for controlling people's minds! He beats one person rely to control the psychological state of others! No one understands human nature better than him. In peaceful tis, he would be a brilliant psychologist, but now, he's a devil!
You never know if this person is truly insane, but just take a look at the way pirates glance at him, and then the ragged warship docked in the shipyard; you'll know he's definitely a genius! Following such a person is undoubtedly dangerous but surely very exciting!
After a long silence, Barbarossa finally nodded, "Honestly, I initially wanted to suggest targeting so nearby pirate groups, but I didn't want you to think I was trying to use others to do our dirty work."
"What's wrong with using others to do our dirty work?" Fatty exclaid, patting Barbarossa's shoulder in surprise, "You're just too kind and too honest—we're damned pirates, throw away all your old principles about justice!"
"Ha!" As Chekov spat out the tea he had just sipped and coughed, Barbarossa's face turned red. For a pirate who road the Golden Triangle Star Domain for nearly twenty years, carrying out mass killings, being called kind and honest was a first.
"Furthermore..." Fatty waved his hand, "Peers are enemies, we must have a clear understanding. The enemy is cunning and brutal; they bully the people, commit murder and arson, they have been eyeing our Redbeard Pirate Group for a long ti. They want us dead; we're forced to defend ourselves!"
Chekov found it amusing; Fatty was quite adept at framing others. Even though he didn't know who those pirates were, it didn't stop him from making libelous accusations.
"Who are they?" Fatty asked Barbarossa curiously.
"The Demon's Eye Pirate Group, led by Great Commander Steelman." Barbarossa pointed to several star systems five jumps away on the interstellar map, "They've been active in this star domain for the past decade, their strength is comparable to ours. We've fought many tis before, each with victories and losses. They're our old enemies, rooted in the Golden Triangle Star Domain."
"Any weaker ones?" Fatty frowned, "As a pirate, the most important thing is to pick the easiest targets."
"Yes." Barbarossa replied truthfully, "But, the Demon's Eye Pirate Group is the closest to us. Although neither side knows where the other's base is, our activity areas overlap considerably. We've collided several tis during robberies; unless we remove this thorn, we can't deal with other pirate groups."
"Starting with a tough battle?" Fatty felt a bit depressed; it didn't seem to align with his principle of bullying the weak, "Tell more about them, provide detailed information!"
User Comments
0 comments from readers