I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 13: The Real Trouble

The first-floor hall was engulfed in a sea of flas as Loren vented his joyful emotions.

But what Loren didn't expect was that while he was laughing maniacally, he felt a violent shaking like mountains quaking and earth trembling.

Loren retracted his sowhat twisted smile and carefully perceived the direction of the vibration source.

"Coming from underground?" Loren was sowhat surprised.

Loren's gaze turned toward the ground outside the building—the vibration source was originating from there.

Outside the building.

A giant chanical hand broke through the ground.

The flat, sturdy ground tore apart like paper before this chanical hand.

Under the violent destruction of the chanical hand, the ground was ripped open into a massive hole.

Bottomlessly deep.

An extrely loud chanical roar echoed from the dark, gaping hole.

Imdiately after, a sowhat bulky massive figure leaped out from this dark chasm.

Dozens of ters tall, nearly half the height of the building.

Completely covered in earth-yellow cha armor.

Two large chanical horns on its head emitted blue light.

On the back of this giant cha, there was a pair of deployed thrusters.

Its chest featured a glowing circular matrix.

Its limbs were relatively bulky, with chanical arms nearly matching its stout torso.

The two chanical feet were slightly smaller.

Notably, its foot sections were quite broad, forming sowhat bizarre chanical claws.

"Oh, you even have chas?" Loren expressed surprise.

A gang originating from the slums actually had a cha hidden beneath their headquarters.

Smuggled cha.

Just those four words alone would be enough for the Federation to turn this resource planet upside down.

This thing was a military-controlled item by the Federation.

Unlike the usual minor contraband.

This kind of massive weapon was the foundation of the Federation's rise and the confidence behind their interstellar rule.

Just as Loren was marveling, a voice ca from inside the earth-yellow cha:

"Mr. Loren, you should understand."

"When you see this cha, you've attracted real trouble."

It was Adrian's voice.

It seed the leader of the Wild Dog Gang was also a cha pilot originally from the Federation.

"I think it's quite the opposite—when you exposed this cha."

"You and those behind you are the ones who'll face real trouble."

"Friendly reminder."

"Two days ago, I encountered a Federation agent on this abandoned resource planet."

Loren's twisted sense of humor made him conceal so facts—he had actually encountered a retired agent.

An active Federation agent versus a retired one were two completely different concepts.

The scene fell silent.

Although Loren couldn't see inside the cha, after his words were spoken.

Loren could clearly sense the cha's movents hesitate montarily.

"Heh."

Seeing this, Loren let out a mocking chuckle.

It seed he wasn't the only one on this planet with astonishing secrets.

Soon, the other side seed to have processed this information.

An angry voice erged again from within the cha:

"Thanks for the information! To repay you! Please die! Damn Loren!"

Loren's eyebrow twitched slightly.

Already throwing a tantrum?

Not even calling Mr. Loren anymore, how rude...

Accompanying that furious voice ca the cha's attack.

The chanical arm began glowing with blue light as massive energy gathered.

An energy shockwave shot toward Loren's location.

Still inside the first-floor hall, Loren's black wings suddenly spread and gave a gentle flap.

Loren's figure vanished from his position.

The shockwave struck the building's foundation.

The building's base instantly disappeared, forming a circular hole.

This ticulously constructed building collapsed with a thunderous crash after losing its first-floor hall.

The shockwave effortlessly destroyed this towering structure.

"What a pity..."

"This was your carefully built building, just abandoning it like that?"

As if expressing sympathy for his opponent, though Loren's tone remained light and cheerful, more like mockery.

Loren's figure appeared in the sky, his black wings gently fluttering behind him.

Now, Loren had moved behind the cha.

"Don't trouble yourself worrying about it. Just focus on dying peacefully."

Adrian's cold voice ca from within the cha.

Judging by his icy tone, the founder of the Wild Dog Gang had regained his composure.

The massive chanical arm swiftly swept backward, creating air currents in its wake.

As the chanical arm attacked, Loren's figure mysteriously vanished from the air again.

"There are still Wild Dog Gang mbers inside the building, right?"

"So heartless? Mr. Adrian."

This ti, Loren appeared in the air to the side of the cha.

Silence.

No sound ca from within the cha this ti.

The earth-yellow cha turned again, its massive chanical eyes locking firmly onto Loren's figure.

As if analyzing Loren's movent patterns, attempting to find a way to counter them.

"Haven't found my weakness yet? Mr. Adrian."

Still hovering in the air, Loren continued gently fluttering his wings, looking forward with anticipation.

"Hurry up, my patience is running thin."

The mocking tone was unmistakable.

The earth-yellow cha moved again.

The giant chanical hand swung once more, but this ti it struck the energy matrix on its own chest.

Energy surged violently across the cha's body.

Energy waves spread from the impact point like ripples across water, scattering in all directions.

These spreading energy waves, upon reaching a certain distance, ford a spherical energy barrier.

Encompassing an area of about one kiloter.

Like a massive prison cage.

Loren in the air remained calmly suspended, observing this scene like an outsider.

As if this energy barrier wasn't ant to deal with him.

"Not a bad idea, Mr. Adrian."

Loren even had the leisure to offer comntary.

"You arrogant bastard! You'll regret this!" Adrian's voice from within the cha beca sowhat excited.

Countless cold gun barrels extended from all over the cha's body.

Nurous missiles launched from these densely packed openings, flying toward Loren.

With a gentle flap of his black wings, Loren's figure vanished from the air again.

Loren mysteriously reappeared in another location.

The missiles, having lost their target mid-air, didn't stop there.

They made sharp turns at incredible speeds and flew toward Loren's new position.

"Oh, auto-targeting?"

After comnting, Loren's figure mysteriously disappeared again.

After losing Loren's target once more, all the missiles hovered in the air, waiting for Loren's next appearance.

Loren reappeared, and the missiles imdiately reacted.

The cycle repeated, like a ga of hide and seek.

"Quite fascinating, so this is what it feels like to face auto-targeting attacks."