Chapter 574 Ambush ‘Star Pirate Attack’

"Sir, the commander of the escort fleet has sent a communication request. I beg you to talk to me..."

The communication officer's voice, with a tremor, broke the silence in the bridge.

Perrin, who had her eyelids slightly closed and immersed in chaotic memories, raised her eyes and looked at him, with a cold light of displeasure in her erect pupils.

Dirty orcs!

If she had not considered the need to significantly reduce labor costs, she would never recruit these uncivilized inferior races.

Even though she was sitting in the command chair and far away from these operators, the smell of inferior species emanating from them from inside and outside still made Perrin feel unbearable.

Especially at this time, the foul smell exhaled from this guy's mouth made her want to vomit.

"Huh... connect it."

Perrin held her nose and exhaled heavily.

She tried to suppress her anger and looked away, so as not to impulsively draw her gun and shoot this pariah on the spot.

The communications officer, as if he had heard of amnesty and knew that he had escaped death, hurriedly connected the transmission.

The dome of the bridge then cast brilliant light and shadow, which quickly condensed into a three-dimensional projection that was barely visible.

"Respected Deacon Morson, Anderson of the escort fleet greets you!"

Perhaps he did not expect the communication to be connected so quickly, and the figure on the opposite side was obviously caught off guard. After a slight daze, he hurriedly bowed to Perrin.

"What's the matter?"

Perrin's tone was full of undisguised impatience and contempt.

"Uh..."

Anderson had long been accustomed to her high-handed attitude, and without the slightest anger, he asked earnestly: "Another transport fleet is in a nearby star field and is being attacked by star pirates. The headquarters of the joint fleet has issued an emergency rescue order to our department."

"Do you think we can change the route slightly and rush to help them nearby..."

His tone was full of humility.

"Haha, you have to distinguish the primary from the secondary. This escort mission is your main task. As for the order from your headquarters, you might as well let old man Cons come and tell me in person!"

"I want to ask him, which consortium's transport fleet has such a big face?"

Perrin sneered coldly, calling the commander of the joint fleet by name without any respect.

The Molson Consortium she belongs to is also a super capital among the dominant civilizations in this star field.

In this remote star area, it is even a top capital crocodile.

She is an expatriate deacon with the surname "Molson". Not to mention the commander of the joint fleet in the remote star area, even the major civilizations in the star area have to show courtesy to her.

Anderson also knows this very well.

The sturdy half-orc in high-level military uniform was scolded coldly by the slender leopard girl. He dared not say a word back, and even his breathing was a little lower.

Many crew members watching on the scene could not help but feel sympathy at this time, and even some sadness of sympathy for their own kind.

The iron-blooded "Orcs will never be slaves" family motto is often extremely powerless when facing these powerful superior civilizations.

Since entering the dark jungle of the universe, almost all the Orcs who swore to die and refused to surrender have been exterminated and completely wiped out!

Perrin was too lazy to talk nonsense, raised his hand to signal the communications officer to cut off the communication.

The huge transport fleet continued to move forward along the established route.

As the communication was closed, Anderson's cautious expression on his face suddenly disappeared in the flagship of the escort fleet. He slowly stood up, without any anger on his face, but with a slight curl at the corner of his lips.

His rough face full of flesh, coupled with that smile, looked extremely fierce.

"Send a message to the headquarters. Deacon Perrin did not accept the suggestion to change the course and insisted on following the established route."

"After persuading them to no avail, our department was unable to stop them and had to continue to escort them."

"If they are really ambushed by space pirates, our department will defend the transport fleet to the death."

"After the message is over, immediately activate the long-distance signal shielding and try to delay the time!"

After Anderson gave the order, he looked around the bridge and waved his fist: "Brothers, after this job, we will have enough to eat all at once, don't let me down!"

As soon as these words came out, all kinds of playful low laughter immediately rang out throughout the bridge.

"Don't worry, boss, I've been unhappy with this leopard girl for a long time!"

"Hehe, I think she looks pretty good. I heard that this little girl is a half-blood of the dark elves."

"I hope that when the boss is happy, we can also have fun!"

...

The long interstellar voyage will undoubtedly make the creatures' sense of time gradually dull.

By the time the ships in the transport fleet actually noticed the abnormal communication phenomenon and confirmed with each other, the long-distance communication of each ship had been completely ineffective for more than six hours.

Out of fear for Deacon Perrin, the deputy captain of the transport flagship asked the communicator to secretly send an inquiry to the escort fleet to see if they encountered the same situation.

Not long after, they received a reply from the escort fleet.

"This star field will occasionally have particle storms, which temporarily affect long-distance communication. This is a normal natural phenomenon."

"As long as the regular communication within the fleet is not disturbed and does not affect the overall movement of the fleet and the communication between the ships, there is no need to worry."

With this answer, the communications officer and the deputy captain did not doubt him, but were full of relief.

Fortunately, they did not rashly report to Deacon Perrin, otherwise they would be severely reprimanded.

At this moment, Perrin had already had enough of the polluted air in the bridge and returned to his luxuriously decorated exclusive cabin to feast.

Even though she despised and even hated the half-orc blood flowing in her body, she could not suppress the biological instinct brought about by it.

Every cell in her body had an infinite desire for strong liquor and meat.

Fortunately, when she was alone, she no longer had to maintain a mask and could release her nature without any scruples, biting into the tender and bloody steaks, and wolfing down the mellow liquor, eating heartily!

At this moment, she was already slightly drunk, and had long lost her innate instinct for danger like a beast.

Without noticing that danger was approaching quietly.

Half an hour later, the high-energy radar of the transport flagship issued a warning.

A large number of unknown ships were scanned in front of the route. The operator was surprised, but did not react excessively, but notified the escort fleet as usual.

In the past, similar situations have occurred countless times.

In addition to heavy firepower, the transport ships of the Molson Consortium are not low in other equipment configurations.

Especially in terms of detection, communication and speed, it is even far superior to the elite warships of the United Fleet in the Desolate Star Region.

The high-energy radar carried by this transport flagship has a much larger detection range than the escort fleet.

It is not uncommon to encounter other transport fleets in this prosperous commercial waterway.

It is also a routine operation for the transport flagship to detect the signal first and then report it to the escort fleet.

Next, just wait for the escort fleet to negotiate and let the opposite fleet avoid it.

After all, the fleet of the Molson Consortium enjoys higher navigation priority in the Desolate Star Region than the United Fleet!