God is Coming Chapter 711

"Red Beard will never surrender!" The roar was hoarse and vigorous, and his emotions were fierce and passionate, but it was a pity that the sound waves in the silent deep sky couldn't propagate and could only reverberate in the cabin.

　　 It's only a pity that after an instant of silence, more voices instantly overwhelmed the roar just now: "We surrender!"

　　 "Don't listen to him, he is just himself, not me!"

　　 "He's only been here for two days, not a red beard!"

　　 "Weapons are in the arsenal in the rear compartment, I can lead the way!"

　　 Xino was stunned, looking back at the red-bearded pirates behind him, with a look of grief and anger. The slogan he just yelled out was like a joke by everyone at the moment.

　　 With a slap, a big hand comparable to a washbasin waved, and patted it on the back of Sinoe's head: "Look at it! Squat honestly!"

　　 Xinuo was dizzy and dizzy. In order to avoid more humiliation, he had to keep his hands on the knees and squatting on the ground. The slogan of never surrender just now was also squatted out. The momentum was inherently not enough, and it could not shock these vicious old guys.

　　 At this moment, those who are walking around in the starship are old guys, all with pale hair and loose skin, some of them don't even seem to have sharp legs and feet. They slumped and walked limping.

　　 The tall figure dragged a weak leg and slowly walked past Sinoe.

　　Xino sighed secretly, thinking that you old immortal liars, still pretending to be lame? It was this big guy who broke through into the starship for the first time, and reached the front of Sinoe in one step. He slapped Sinoe and stunned Sinoe. When Sinoe woke up, the entire fleet fell into the hands of others, and there seemed to be no fierce fighting yet. The reactions of the Redbeard crew also confirmed that these guys probably surrendered in the first place.

　　 Can someone like this be a star thief? The crew of the Federal Second-Class Fleet could hardly be compared, let alone the first-class fleet that he had brought.

　　Sino cursed secretly in his heart, while observing the people who invaded the starship.

　　 They are all elderly people without exception, slow movements, and coughing and wheezing from time to time. But Sinoe was once the commander of the regular fleet after all, and after careful observation, he found something unusual. These old guys are not wandering around, but are inspecting every important equipment, key places, warehouses and engine rooms in the ship, and some places where dark rooms may be hidden. After being searched by them in such a round, Sino was sure that the entire starship would be as clean as a dog licked.

　　 "His grandma is more professional than Lao Tzu! Who is the star thief?" Sinoe thought depressed.

　　 Then a voice rang in Sinoe's ear: "You are their leader?"

　　Xino subconsciously yelled: "Yes! Red beard will never surrender!"

　　 One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the real red beard star thief screamed eagerly, shouting continuously: "We surrender!"

　　 "Don't listen to him..."

　　 A big man came over, raised Sinoe and said, "Let's go, the boss wants to see you."

　　 Actually, the man was not much taller than Cino, and he was half a circle thicker than Cino. His hair was so old that he had lost more than half of his hair, only a circle of sparse white hair on the sideburns. The old man carried Sinoe in the full suit, but it was effortless, just like picking up a chicken.

　　 At this moment, the three starships of the Red Beard are all docked together, and the old starship is also leaning up, and the four starships are connected as a whole.

　　 Sinoe was carried through the docking hatch and into the command cabin of the old starship. There was a table next to the command cabin, and a majestic old man was sitting behind the table with a thick cigar in his hand. On the table in front of him was an old pistol with a few chips beside it. These chips were just removed from the Sino Starship.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 There are two people sitting beside the table, one is a big man nearly two meters away, and the other is strangely gray. As soon as Sinoe saw him, her momentum was short by three points. He was the first to board the ship, and then Sinoo stunned with a slap.

　　 There is a workbench in the corner of the command cabin, and a skinny old man is wearing a unilateral tool mirror and fiddling with a biochip. He has a bunch of tools on hand, and looking at them one by one is very collectible. Seeing this, Sinoe just sneered. Relying on this kind of hand-workshop-style tool, he also wants to crack the biochip? Really...

　　 Before he finished thinking about it, the old man in front of the workbench raised his head and said, "It has been cracked, and the information has been extracted."

　　 "Okay." The majestic old man picked up a personal terminal shaped like a brick and carefully looked at the information sent.

　　 Sinoe sneered in his heart: "Pretend! Keep on pretending! A group of old immortals, their acting skills are pretty good..."

　　 "Sino."

　　 was called out by name suddenly, Xino trembled all over, almost startled in a cold sweat.

　　 The majestic old man looked at Sino, then at the information in his hand, and then at Sino. Sinoe was uncomfortable being seen all over, and only felt like a piece of food being scrutinized by the chef.

The one-eyed man approached the old man, looked at the screen, and read as he read: "...has received a comprehensive and formal star fleet command, single-ship combat training, has top-level fighter piloting capabilities, has excellent combat capabilities, and has reached the federation. The level of the third-class special warfare elite..."

　　 After reading this, the one-eyed man scratched his head and asked the old man in front of the workbench: "What is the level of the third-class special warfare elite in the Federation? Do you still have an impression?"

　　 The old man in front of the workbench was rubbing his neck, his bones rattling, and he casually said: "There are only first-class special warfare elites in the data, and no third-class ones have been recorded."

　　 The one-eyed giant said: "Oh, that's not important."

　　Sino is ashamed and angry. The special warfare elites are not ordinary special forces fighters. Any special warfare elite can go to the special forces as an instructor! Third-class ones are fine too!

　　 But he was angry, at least sensible, and the anger was not directed at the one-eyed man, but at the old man in front of the workbench. The one-eyed man once slapped Sinoe with a slap, and looked down on the third-class special warfare elites and endured it. What is your aging researcher looking like? If it weren't for the current situation, Sinoe would not bother to stand up against the old man.

　　 The majestic old man put down his personal terminal at this time, and the command cabin immediately became quiet, and everyone looked at the old man.

　　 The old man looked at Sinoe and said, "The little guy has a good foundation. Apart from being tender, stupid, and weak, he has no shortcomings."

　　Sino's anger surged again. I have accepted the best genetic optimization since I was a child, and all the key points along the way have not fallen, all of which are the top optimizations. There is no single physical fitness, and of course the foundation is good. But what do the other three evaluations mean?

　　 The one-eyed man scratched his head again, and asked, "Then... train it?"

　　 The old man nodded and said to the old researcher in front of the workbench: "Get him something good."

The old researcher finally turned his head, looked at Sinoe with cloudy eyes, and said, "The little guy has been well optimized. It seems that the federal technology has made rapid progress in the past few decades. There is not much I can do, now only A storm plan is suitable. This can increase his reaction speed and strength. The disadvantage is that he will become impulsive and neglectful. According to popular saying, it will lower his IQ a little."

　　 "Percentage or absolute value?" the one-eyed man asked.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 "Percentage... right?"

　　 The one-eyed man automatically ignored the last one, and said: "Then it's okay. This kind of little thing that chants slogans is not smart at all. It doesn't matter if you drop it or not."

　　 The fate of Sinoe was decided in a few words. The one-eyed man held Sinoe and pressed it on the podium. Another person took off his pants. The old researcher brought a radish-sized syringe over and squeezed into Sinoe's snow-white buttocks.

　　 A few minutes later, Sinoe flushed his eyes, like an irritated bull, and rushed toward the majestic old man. He only felt that the rage was unstoppable, and he knew very well that the majestic veteran was the culprit.

　　 Fortunately, neither the one-eyed man nor the old researcher stopped him, so Sinoe rushed over. Sinoe couldn't think of why, so he jumped up, his fist was full of bad wind, and he was about to hit the old man in the face!

　　 Sinoe saw that the old man's face suddenly turned into a metal tabletop, but he had no time to react. He slapped the whole person on the tabletop. The violent force made Sinoe almost embedded in the table.

　　 If the metal table on an ordinary starship had been slammed through by Sinoe, everything on this starship was big, thick and hard, and the table top was as thick as a book, and it was still solid. As a result, the desktop was only slightly concave, but Sinoe himself was dizzy and dark in front of him.

　　 The majestic old man put the table flat, the one-eyed man came over and took Sinoe off the table, shook it vigorously, making him awake.

　　 "That medicine...Huh?" Sinoe looked at his hands and clearly felt that his body was constantly changing. Power was pouring out of every cell. At this moment, the fingers seemed to be entwining the muscles.

"I am Chu Longtu." The old man said slowly, then pointed to the cyclops and the old researcher, and said: "His name is Qiao Liang, and that is Ban Shuai. They will teach you some fighting skills. In the next 10 days, You will do your internship here and learn how to be a qualified star thief."

　　 The one-eyed giant is no more. Sinoe looked at the old researcher who seemed too old to walk. He didn't seem to be able to teach himself two hands.

　　 The one-eyed giant Qiaoliang said: "This kid is stupid and impulsive. He has to hone his will. Just use the traditional method!"

　　 someone next to him answered: "Flush the toilet? But there are no toilets on the starship that need to be cleaned?"

　　 Qiao Liang said: "Then make a few now! Well, ten first! More is not good, he still has to learn."

　　 "Squatting or sitting?"

　　 "Of course it is squatting. Sitting there is no tempering effect."

　　 "We have old arms and legs, we can't bear to squat!"

　　 "I didn't let you use it again!"

　　 "What will he brush if I don't use it?"

　　 Hearing your arguing with each other, Sinoe's face became a little pale. However, there are similar practices in the Federal Fleet, specifically dealing with recruits, but Sinoe started as a mid-level officer when he entered the fleet, and has never enjoyed such treatment.

　　Chu Longtu took a look at the time, and said to Sinoe: "The toilet is still half an hour away. Let's take the first lesson now. The first lesson is how to choose your opponent."

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