Global Game: Ten Billion Spirit Energy Coins From The Start-Chapter 881 - 937. Mutiny on the troop transport ship

Chapter 881: 937. Mutiny on the troop transport ship

Chapter 881: 937. Mutiny on the troop transport ship

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In the transport spacecraft, Blue Star fugitives’ foreheads were covered with countless question marks.

They had thought that the Skrull people would use the transport spacecraft to take them to other cities or assembly points.

But unexpectedly, the transport spacecraft rose straight into the sky and dove headfirst into space!

What was this all about?

Could it be that they were being sent to alien planets, or were they simply being dispatched into space to be discarded like trash?

The people present quickly ruled out the possibility of “being sent to an alien planet,” as that option seemed utterly absurd. So, there was only one answer left—the Skrull people likely planned to kill them all!

With that thought, the people could no longer sit still.

“What does sending us into space mean?”

“Don’t tell me they’re going to throw us out of the spaceship like space junk?”

“F***, we’ve fallen for the damn Skrull’s malice!”

“No, we can’t sit here waiting to die, who wants to join me in storming the cockpit?”

“Me, me, me!”

“Let’s go, storm the cockpit together! Even if we die, we’ll take a few Skrull bastards with us!”

It was like a spark thrown into a barrel of gunpowder, the 500 defectors aboard the spacecraft erupted into mutiny!

Their stands were filled with loud shouts as they got to their feet.

Some began to smash anything within reach, and others banded together to charge toward the cockpit.

The entire transport spaceship was in complete chaos.

…

However, it was at this moment that Fegos stood up.

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With all the strength he could muster, he shouted to the crowd, “Everyone quiet down, don’t get agitated, please listen to what I have to say!”

Due to Fegos’s shout, the crowd quieted down slightly, and many turned to look at him.

But most eyes were not particularly friendly, as if their gaze were questioning, “Brother, who do you think you are?”

Fegos was not affected by these looks.

After a brief pause, he continued to shout, “Please, everyone, stay calm, and let me ask you this—if the Skrull people truly intended to dispose of us in space like trash, why would they send Brandon here?

I believe the Skrull people have no ill will, Lord Brandon, please explain!”

Following Fegos’s lead, the crowd’s gaze shifted to Brandon, who was on the phone at the front of the waiting room.

Looking at Brandon, the crowd’s anger subsided a little.

Fegos was right.

If the Skrull people really wanted to dispose of them like trash, there was no need to send Brandon over; surely, they wouldn’t be thinking of disposing of Brandon as well?

Brandon was currently on the phone.

He was speaking with a notorious femme fatale countess from the Raging Sun Empire.

Due to differences between species, humans generally don’t have a sexual interest in Skrull people, and the feeling is mutual.

But Sherin Sun, a countess of the Raging Sun, had a penchant for the exotic and had developed a strong sexual interest in Brandon.

Brandon, being new and not daring to refuse, had been toyed with by Sherin Sun for several weeks.

A riot had just broken out in the cabin, and Brandon had intended to explain the situation to everyone present immediately.

However, he was on a call with a countess and simply couldn’t hang up.

Now that all eyes were on him, he had no choice but to react.

“Baby, can we talk later? I have something very important to deal with right now,” Brandon said reluctantly into the phone, under the watchful eyes of the others.

“Hmph, what could possibly be more important than me?”

The heavily made-up countess, who was already five or six hundred years old, even began to act coquettishly in the video call.

“Of course… of course nothing is more important than you,” Brandon managed to squeeze out an ugly smile: “It’s just that this is something His Majesty has ordered me to do. If I don’t complete it on time, you know what will happen to me.”

“His Majesty… well, alright then. But remember to come to my place after you’re done with this, I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Okay, baby, mwah.”

With everyone’s eyes on him, Brandon made an extremely sleazy kissing gesture and then finally hung up the call.

The Blue Star defectors onsite had already adopted the classic “old person, metro, cellphone.jpg” expression.

The Skuru people’s appearance was such that, other than those with peculiar tastes, no Blue Star person would fancy them.

The dreadfully green skin of the Skuru people, coupled with the Raging Sun imperial family’s bloodline of bright red cheeks, made for an extraordinarily ugly red and green combination.

Watching Brandon sweet-talking such an ugly creature, the people around could only feel waves of nausea.

Brandon could tell from everyone’s expressions what they were thinking, and the disdain they had for him was doubtless.

So he quickly shifted the topic: “Everyone, don’t get agitated. Let me explain… Fegos, explain what?”

Brandon’s brain malfunctioned for a moment, and he urgently sought help from Fegos.

Fegos quickly responded, “The troop transport ship has already flown into space, and everyone is wondering if the Skuru people are planning to throw us into space as space junk.”

“Ha ha, how could that be!” Brandon laughed loudly.

He looked at everyone and said earnestly, “Listen, I can guarantee with my personal integrity that the Skrull people have no intention whatsoever of tossing everyone away like trash!

Just think about it, if the Skrull people disposed of you all, wouldn’t our recent public opinion attacks on Blue Star be utterly wasted?

The surrender faction on Blue Star is at its zenith. If something like that happened, it would completely obliterate the Blue Star surrenderists. Why would we want to cut off our own arm?

So please, everyone must stay calm and not let emotions cloud your judgment.”

Listening to Brandon’s impassioned speech, the crowd in the cabin gradually calmed down.

Brandon was right; the Skrull’s recent retaliatory actions against Blue Star were mainly public opinion attacks, which had proven very effective, even forcing the shutdown of Blue Star’s internet.

The surrender faction on Blue Star was more influential than ever, with as many as 360,000 Third Order Blue Star defectors having fled to Skrull Star in less than a day.

The Skrull people had no reason to treat them like trash; after all, they were the first group of defectors and had their utilitarian value, regardless of anything else.

“Brandon, then what’s the deal with this ship? Don’t tell me the ship is going to transport us to an extraterrestrial world,” a defector shouted from the crowd.

“To be honest,” Brandon cleared his throat and explained:

“You might not be aware, but currently, the job market on Skru Star is nearly saturated.

Low-level jobs such as truck drivers and assembly line workers have been entirely replaced by robots;

And every Skuru citizen has their eyes on the high-end jobs, which basically none can accommodate 360,000 Blue Star Humans at the same time.

Plus, I’m sure you, as Third Order cultivators, would not be content to settle for low-end jobs with meager salaries, right?”

“That’s true,” the people present nodded in agreement.

After all, they were Third Order cultivators, each capable of withstanding bullets. Upon arriving on Skrull Star, they certainly wanted to find decent jobs and live dignified lives, which was quite understandable.