Juan turned back to Captain Soro's video, and the other party seemed to have found a safe place.

The light is a little dark there, there are many girls and very few wear them.

Several girls gathered around Chubaka, rubbing her hair, just like petting a cat, and it was obvious that they knew each other.

"Business is not easy to do recently, interstellar flight control is tight, and it has not been a long time since so many alien humans have come here.

"Soro, you haven't been here for a long time."

As Solo turned his head, Juan saw a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup.

Soro naturally hugged the middle-aged woman's waist and said, "I'm running a long distance."

Juan felt that it was impolite to interrupt someone else's conversation at this time, so he sent a message to Solo.

"Get the ship early and return to the beautiful planet."

Solo replied in seconds: "Come back after selling the beans."

Juan continued to send a message: "Don't worry about beans, I'll make up for your losses, come back soon."

Solo replied: "Don't worry, I can sell them out here."

Juan sighed. Solo was a man and had a very manly idea, but he was not a good salesperson.

A good salesperson should consider the needs of the customer, not his own ideas.

The function of Magic Pea is not what these people who want to make money need. For them, the shorter the time, the better.

Sure enough, the next morning, Soro sent a message.

"I can't figure it out that the business has not been negotiated. This thing can obviously make them happy."

"Nothing makes them happy more than money, Solo, don't worry about the bean business, get the boat and come back."

"It's on the way to Star Harbor."

Solo opened the video.

Juan saw them in an ambulance float.

There were roadblocks everywhere on the street outside the car, and there were riot security guards maintaining order. It was rare to see one or two protesters who were also tortured.

In the car, Chubaka was wearing the suit of a carer, and Soro should be the same.

A beautiful nurse is taking care of the patient on a stretcher.

The nurse's face looked familiar, as if she was one of the ladies who fucked her hair around Chubaka last night.

Juan came from the main star. He knew the prices there and could understand the difficulties of the main star drifting clan.

Therefore, it is normal for some people to work twice.

Then Juan noticed that it was Berner lying on the stretcher.

Bernard seemed to be in a coma.

Juan asked anxiously: "Soro, what's wrong with Bernard?"

"It's okay, I just drank too much. Last night he went to my friend's underground bar to get drunk and drank vodka as water.

"It's also his fate, which I happened to meet. You know, my friend is used to throwing drunk people into the stinky ditch outside."

This should be bad for fortune telling. Bernard may want to stay in a stinky ditch more than on your pirate ship.

Thinking of this, Juan said, "It's great, everyone got together in an orderly manner again."

"That's right," Soro nodded, "With Berner's navigation, it will be much more convenient to go to your place. You know, just walk by once, I'm not familiar with the galaxies there."

Soon, Star Harbor appeared in the camera.

It is not in good condition. Most places are compared with those in barbecue stalls, and firefighters are coming in and out.

The floating ambulance easily passed the periphery alert and drove until it stopped next to the dock.

The beautiful nurse rubbed Chubaka's hair with regret and said goodbye to them.

Soro and Chubaka, dressed as caretakers, walked into the dock with a stretcher.

The dock was in chaos, with the ground being shrunk fire hoses, and the lighting on the head was light and dark.

The maintenance staff who were rushing to the ground politely made way and passed by Soro and his gang. No one noticed that the stretcher carrying people was actually walking in.

Soro successfully found the seized "Millennium Falcon".

Taking advantage of the fact that others were not paying attention, Soro opened the hatch door and slid in with Chubaka, carrying Bernard.

Then Soro and Chubaka tied the sleepy Bernard to the navigator's seat, took the captain and chief mate's seats, and started the spaceship.

When the Millennium Falcon left the dock, an alarm sounded through the sky.

When it flew into the air, the "drip" sound locked by the radar sounded in the cockpit.

Juan clenched his fist so nervously that he even stuffed it into his mouth to avoid making a sound that would interfere with Captain Solo's operations.

Captain Soro decisively threw away the warehouse full of 100 magic peas, and then accelerated to take off.

However, the speed of the spacecraft was far inferior to the tracked ones, with more than a dozen missiles equipped with micro-nuclear fusion warheads.

When a missile first hit the abandoned warehouse, the flames of nuclear fusion tore the warehouse apart.

But what is strange is that the light of the nuclear explosion is not the blazing white like the sunlight seen by the naked eye, but the strange blue-green green.

This blue-green light instantly illuminated the sky.

The Millennium Falcon spacecraft is not afraid of nuclear radiation. In fact, all spacecraft are not afraid of it.

However, within this blue-green light range, the nuclear energy engine of the Millennium Falcon, which was protected by layers of layers, was actually turned off.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!..."

Captain Soro tried his best to restart the engine, even more than the curse in his mouth.

However, the engine did not respond.

Under the action of inertia, the spacecraft is still flying upwards, but its speed is decreasing sharply.

Fortunately, the nuclear fusion missiles that should have caught up with were also extinguished.

Above head, the low-Earth orbit laser cannon that has been aimed at the Millennium Falcon, and the nuclear energy engine has also lost its function in the blue-green light.

The Millennium Falcon flew over at a nearly walk speed, rubbing the laser muzzle.

At this moment, the strange nuclear explosion ended and the blue-green light disappeared.

Soro finally successfully restarted the nuclear engine.

"Fuck!!"

The spacecraft accelerated and left again.

Behind it, the low-Earth orbit laser cannon that restores energy, rotates the muzzle and starts charging again.

Those tracking missiles, as disposable consumables, do not have the function of restarting the engine.

Under the influence of gravity, they turn around and pounce on the ground.

But they are impossible to go home, and no one will welcome them home.

So the missiles exploded one after another.

These nuclei burst out with normal blazing light, which is ineffective against spacecraft.

After the dazzling white light disappeared, the low-Earth orbit laser cannon completed the charging, and turned the muzzle, aiming at the Millennium Falcon again.

In the distance, the huge figure of the patrolling Star Destroyer left the cover of the shadow of the main star and was approaching quickly.

Its main gun has also been lifted.

However, the Millennium Falcon has accumulated enough speed.

Captain Soro initiated the space transition.

Juan's eyes flashed, and Captain Solo's video communication was cut off.

Brain chips issued a gentle notification: "The person you are contacting is not in the service area."

Juan breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!