Chapter 564: Port

Although Han Fei also wanted to avenge the young men of the same tribe who died, it did not mean that he would run over to deliver them when he knew that the other party was not simple.

Therefore, Han Fei planned to conduct a simple peripheral investigation this time, collect preliminary information, and it would be best if he could get some media that could locate this black market.

As long as he had the media, he would find a way to send it back to this star field and hand it over to Li Qinghai, and he would basically have nothing to do.

With the unreasonable ability of Qinghai True God, he would sooner or later be able to dig out the mastermind behind this matter.

Han Fei, who thought over and over again, did not spend much time to determine the next action plan.

He strode to the medical room and took Moore out of the treatment cabin.

Then, without waiting for the guy to scream, Han Fei waved his hand and let the bionic medical staff implant a micro-bomb in his skull.

The power was not great, but it was enough to blow Moore's entire head into slag.

Moore, whose head was wrapped like a dumpling, was thrown to the command chair on the bridge by Han Fei just after the craniotomy.

Then a cold voice without a trace of emotion entered his ears.

"Next, it's up to you."

"Do as I told you before, don't have any bad thoughts, understand?"

After hearing this voice, the tortured Moore, like a stress response, immediately straightened his curled body and replied with a trembling voice.

"Understand, understand, understand..., understand!"

"Very good, now I am an interstellar merchant invited by you to come to Ventoston for procurement."

"You come to apply for docking, don't show any flaws!"

There is no way, Han Fei does not have the access qualifications to the black market. If he wants to enter, he must be introduced or guaranteed by someone with qualifications. It is better to go in directly with Moore's identity.

Half an hour later, the starship arrived near a large airport.

Here, there are as many as 30 airports of the same size, all of which are orbital space stations orbiting six satellites, equivalent to the front desk of the black market star.

Starships can be seen at all times, docking or leaving the port from different directions.

The scene is extremely busy, but there is rarely any chaos.

Although it depends on the efficient dispatch of the airport, it can also be seen that the smugglers who come to trade are very orderly.

As far as Han Fei can see, the ships entering and leaving the port are all queuing in an orderly manner, without any queue-jumping phenomenon.

From this point, it can be seen that the black market absolutely has enough deterrence.

While Han Fei was amazed at this scene, the airport dispatcher was also surprised.

"Huh? Who is this big shot?"

The dispatcher who was leisurely drinking coffee at the port tower saw Han Fei's starship appear in the scan information of the ships in the port entry application queue, and he couldn't help but be very alert.

It's not that they haven't seen advanced warships. In the smuggling fleets that travel to the black market every day, they can even occasionally see retired warship models of hegemonic civilizations.

But the starship that is queuing to enter the port has a completely different shape from the standard ships of various civilizations they know.

The strong concealment alone is not a function that a regular warship can have.

Even if the opponent has taken the initiative to remove the multiple shielding particle layers at this time, the airport radar can only roughly scan the external equipment of the ship and cannot spy on more effective information.

Just looking at these external weapons and the ship body engraved with mysterious divine patterns is enough to amaze the dispatchers.

"This is obviously the tonnage of a light frigate, and its firepower and defense are almost comparable to battleships!"

"It must be a customized vehicle for a big man in a civilization!"

Not to mention the high cost, the technological content contained in it alone is not something that a low-level civilization can possess.

It can almost be concluded that the owner of this starship is not an ordinary person, and it is not impossible that he is even of higher status.

"Quickly verify the access number of this distinguished guest, and don't worry about the other ships in front!"

The dispatch supervisor immediately kicked his subordinates and shouted anxiously.

The man who was kicked was not angry, but immediately replied: "Boss, it has been verified!"

The dispatch supervisor was even more furious when he heard the reply from his subordinates, and he shouted: "Why don't you arrange for the docking and let such a distinguished guest queue up? Do you think your job is too easy?"

"But the access number shown by the other party only has the primary docking permission!"

"Huh?"

Hearing the explanation of his subordinates, the dispatch supervisor was stunned, and then looked at the verification information on the screen.

[Moore, Alon, ninth-level permission. ]

In Ventoston, in order to ensure the smooth operation of the airport and reduce the carrying pressure, different levels of customers are divided into different berthing permissions.

Whether it is the type of ship or the number of ships, there are different levels of access standards.

The owner of the ninth-level permission can only dock ordinary transport ships at the airport, and even combat ships are not allowed to dock.

Not to mention this starship with obviously excessive firepower configuration.

Without the approval of his superiors, the dispatcher dared not make an exception and approve the entry application privately.

"Are you out of your mind? It's none of your business!"

"There are many big guys who don't have access codes and bring their minions to do big business."

"Is this something we minions can neglect?"

The dispatch supervisor is experienced and has encountered similar situations in the past.

He has long known that many real big guys are very reluctant to come in person to contact black market members.

He even speculated that the top level of Ventoston is the white gloves of some big forces.

It's just that for a small character like himself, knowing too much may not be a good thing, so he never mentioned it.

"Hurry up and activate the VIP berth. We invite you to dock. Be humble."

"I'll report to the customer service and ask them to arrange someone to receive you."

"Quick! Quick! Quick!"

There was a lot of noise and busyness in the dispatch room.

Not long after, Han Fei's car slowly docked under the guidance of the tower.

The ship door opened, and Moore, who was walking in front, almost peed when he just got out of the ship and was about to step onto the gangway.

"Fuck............."

Seeing the Ailon people standing on both sides of the gangway to welcome the guests, they all looked at him.

Mor instinctively wanted to shrink back, but was pushed out again by the two bionic beasts following behind him.

Dong... Dong... Dong...

Mor, holding his head, rolled down the gangway like a pink but wrinkled meat ball.

Fortunately, there was a thick carpet under the gangway, so he didn't fall badly.

"Uh............."

The Ailon people who came to greet him were stunned for a moment, and then two of them hurried forward to help him up.

"Mr. Moore, are you okay?"

The voice was soft and sweet, with deep concern, making people feel like spring breeze.

At least, that's how the Ailon people see it.

Especially the soothing effect that came from the spiritual level, whether intentionally or unintentionally, made Moore feel so happy that he almost......what.

It gave him the illusion that he had found a soul mate.