Commander Xue Gou’s harsh laughter echoed through the hospital communications console.
“Did you hear me, Lin Mo?” Xue Gou snarled, his ugly face filling the main display. “Ancestor Xue Qidan gave the order! The Blood-Abacus Fleet has locked down all thirty cosmic wormhole gates! We have magnetic interdiction mines across every lane! Not a single ship carries medicine past this perimeter!”
Outside the reinforced glass of Bullion Tower, the void was choked with fifty thousand black warships.
Their red targeting lasers swept across the landing decks. Plasma cannons hummed with terrifying heat, painting the sky with bloody crimson crosshairs.
Dr. Gu clenched his fists in anger. “Chairman, if our transport shuttles try to force the wormholes, the crossfire will destroy the medicine crates. Those five hundred galaxies are counting on us! Over three hundred billion people will perish if the medicine does not arrive!”
Lin Mo took a slow sip of hot tea. He looked out at the massive enemy fleet with an amused expression.
Every petty tyrant thinks they own the road because they put up a toll booth, Lin Mo thought. They have fifty thousand cruisers watching thirty doors. But when you have an ancient cosmic tortoise and ten thousand star whales, space has no doors.
