Abyss Solo-Chapter 36 - : 026 Nonsense is dispensable, but it is necessary.

Chapter 36: 026 Nonsense is dispensable, but it is necessary.

As Yang Ming and Kolev prepared to confront the Kimo Group,

the serene expanse of space witnessed a silver-white battleship, nearly a kilometer in length, gliding across the starry sky. Its teardrop-shaped design and the almost flawlessly smooth curved surface of its hull showcased technology far advanced than the average level of civilizations in the Milky Way.

In a corner of the bridge, Lina, now donned in a silver-gray alliance uniform, gazed absently at the screen in front of her.

She was reflecting on the remote inquiry she had just undergone.

“Lina, as a Level One Intelligence Officer, we will activate the brainwave detection device during the following inquiry. There is a ninety-five percent chance that any lie you tell will be detected. Please do not overthink and answer questions without using any embellishments, as they could affect our judgment.”

“Yes, I will answer all questions truthfully.”

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“During the uprising at Cole Port, you actively sought out your personally designated Target One and ended up being captured by them. Is this correct?”

“Yes.”

“Please explain.”

“I miscalculated how Target One thought because of our shared adversities and because I had provided him with the drugs he needed, I assumed that I had earned his trust.”

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“In other words, this was entirely your fault.”

“Yes.”

On the screen in front of Lina, three glowing orbs altered shape, and an old woman’s voice rang out:

“During the nine months you were undercover on Kigrov’s experimental vessel, did you have close contact with Target One?”

“No.”

“Do you currently have physical impulses toward Target One?”

“Yes.”

“To what extent?”

“I would not refuse intimate acts with him, not limited to kissing.”

“Then do we have reason to believe that you allowed a precious specimen to escape because of personal feelings?”

“I deny that.”

“Your emotional fluctuations were slight, and the brainwave graph shows you care deeply about this question.”

The elderly female supervisor paused, then continued:

“Lina, you were my student, and I’ll tentatively believe you made a decision that aligned with Alliance interests, but when the 72nd fleet’s escort battleship locked onto his craft, you failed to decide in a timely fashion.

“Your hesitation is the most unprofessional thing about you.

“Whether to temporarily release him to win favor or immediately destroy him to prevent him from falling into the hands of another power, eliminating the potential for technological disparity, you shouldn’t have hesitated for as long as twenty-five seconds.”

“Commander, knowing his value made me hesitate.”

Lina answered calmly:

“The Ancient God Life Form that had been exposed had already left the Milky Way, by the time we could pose a threat, their traces were nowhere to be found.

“The Ancient God Life Form defeated by the Sherman Empire was the last sample.

“According to intelligence, over the past few centuries, most cellular clusters have died a natural death, with only two clusters retaining vitality, located on that research ship. Professor Kigrov took over this ship and made significant progress.

“The changes that appeared in Target One, especially the vast changes in intelligence and personality, give me ample reason to suspect that he is Professor Kigrov’s final masterpiece.

“My hesitation at that moment stemmed from my understanding of Target One’s true worth.”

The three orbs of light in the projection went silent.

A deep, aged male voice asked, “Lina, Level One Intelligence Officer, what would you choose if you continued this mission?”

Lina immediately responded, “The clone army of the target has only two possible options: non-existent or in our country’s possession.”

“Very well, Lina. This is your last opportunity.”

Lina’s glasses reflected a flicker of light. As her thoughts circulated, she found herself standing in front of the porthole, looking down at the planet below.

Its name was Olhaif, seemingly derived from a religious belief from a remote land.

Lina’s calm voice echoed across the bridge:

“Deploy a special task force; our target is Kolev, former leader of the Black Dragon Pirate Group. Prepare some currency, and try to avoid using force.”

“Yes!”

…

After deciding to confront the approaching Kimo head-on, the atmosphere on Kolev’s pirate ship immediately became rather tense.

Numerous older crew members put on their brightest and proudest clothes; two nearly toothless elderly men donned overalls and combed their hair into a middle part, cradling laser guns in their arms.

Yang Ming, wearing a metal mask and a faded trench coat, observed everything, feeling a bit saddened for them.

To have survived a vicious pirate career to this age, they should have been retired by now, but instead, they were driven out by that Kimo.

That sheep has no sense of public duty at all!

Yes, the sheep that Yang Ming was targeting was the current leader of the Black Dragon Pirate Group, Kimo.

“Captain!”

The navigator grandma shouted, “They have responded and we can communicate now!”

“This kid really has guts.”

Kolev muttered under his breath as he was about to press the communication button, suddenly distracted by the vibrating sound in his embrace.

The old man took out a pocket-watch-shaped network terminal, looked down at it carefully for a few seconds, and his expression suddenly changed.

“Hanton, we might have to leave earlier.”

“What has happened?” Yang Ming asked, baffled.

“A Dawn-level battleship from the Guel Alliance has suddenly appeared in the skies above Olhaif.”

Kolev laughed heartily.

“Now we are even, each of us has troublesome issues to deal with!”

Yang Ming pondered, “Those old friends of yours, is there a possibility they’d rather die than submit?”

“Absolutely not. As long as you pay them, or threaten their children, they will not hesitate to betray you. The surveillance video of you fighting will certainly end up in the hands of the Guel Alliance!”

Kolev slapped the communication button.

“Everyone, get busy! You little rascal… oh, my dear old folks! Prepare for the jump immediately! It looks like I can only catch up with Kimo for a little while now, what a pity.”

Zi, zi.

Ordinary long-distance communication could not avoid two things: the noise interference of the cosmic background and the distance delay brought by the radio waves.

Thus, when this bald, beefy man appeared on the projection screen, both sides did not start arguing directly but conducted a ‘gentle’ exchange with more than five seconds delay between each statement.

Yang Ming’s first impression of Kimo was not favorable.

He disliked judging by appearances, but the other’s look was somewhat abhorrent, and he also had dense tattoos from his neck to his chest, holding a sharp metal dagger in his hand, continuously slicing the roasted beast leg in front of him while talking to Kolev, who had been a former captain, group leader, and teacher.

That damned roast looked so delicious!

“Very glad, teacher,” Kimo spoke unhurriedly, “that you managed to escape unharmed. I brought the brothers here to congratulate you.”

“There’s no need, Kimo,” Kolev said. “We all know what you really want to do now. I can officially hand over the Black Dragon Pirate Group to you. I’m old now, it’s time for me to retire, Kimo.”

The old man’s words were filled with tactical weakness.

Kimo smiled joyfully.

“What are you talking about, teacher? The brothers chose me, not you handing over the pirate group to me. Everyone has been piling up dissatisfaction with you in a whole spaceship.”

“Nevertheless, I still respect you… Hi, Mimili, long time no see.

“Teacher, I’ve found a quiet and peaceful planet for you, a beautiful planet where I will provide for you in your twilight years.”

“Not necessary, Kimo,” Kolev said, his face somewhat icy.

He clearly did not expect Kimo to be so aggressive, not even willing to maintain a shred of dignity.

Kolev continued, “If that’s the case, then we have nothing to discuss. I will make you pay for your betrayal.”

“Is that so?”

Kimo picked up a handkerchief beside him, wiped his mouth, and his lips curled into a sinister smile.

“Kolev, is this the newcomer you’ve trained? What a pity, I’ll personally rip his head off and place it before you, to prove that I am your most outstanding disciple, far surpassing you, you old thing!”

Named out.

Yang Ming calmly walked forward two steps, stood in front of the projection screen with his hands behind his back, his metal mask making his voice sound slightly magnetic.

“Great Captain Kimo.”

Kimo squinted at Yang Ming, seemingly pleased with the descriptor.

Yang Ming’s voice suddenly shifted, “Does your boyfriend have nephritis? It makes your mouth so venomous.”

Kimo paused, a bit confused by the logic.

Yang Ming spoke swiftly,

“Kolev, this old man, has fulfilled some of my fantasies about pirates, being despicable, wise, possessing high technology and sharp insight. Now seeing you, the other part of my stereotype is also fulfilled: shameless, burly, with developed muscles and a shrunken brain, chewing on half-cooked meat full of parasites, your cerebral cortex crammed full of fresh intestines. How can you be confident standing there, Kimo? How about a one-on-one battle? You’re a warrior, and so am I. I’ll use the fighting skills that Kolev never taught you and shove a Light Sword into your toxin-infested mouth… Look, you seem so angry, is your neck thickened by an appendix blockage? These dumb underlings beside you, aren’t you going to pat the great Captain Kimo right now? Make sure he lives until I come for him, yes, just like that!”

“Get lost!”

Kimo turned his head and yelled at his subordinates who were patting his back.

And Yang Ming had already bent down beside the stunned Kolev.

“As long as I hang up fast enough, this trash won’t be able to retort. Vice Captain Kolev, you were too polite to him.”

Snap! Whoosh!

The projection screen disappeared, and Yang Ming stood upright, glanced at those dumbstruck old pirates, and calmly walked towards the direction of the dining room.

On Earth, to become a truly confident player, certified with the word ‘hardcore’, one must undergo the trials of Zuan Star.

Previously, Yang Ming had no interaction with Kimo;

Yet now, Yang Ming had a chance for a one-on-one duel with Kimo.

That guy would go for it.