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Coleman Wilcon, a member of the Qatari gang, felt he was very irritable.
The Qatari gangs typically make a living by collecting trash left behind by the middle and upper hives.
However, they have had no income for the past few days, even though the gang still has some extra income to keep it running.
However, if this continues for a long time, the decline of this gang is inevitable.
Don't overestimate gangsters. Even those who work in the underworld don't actually have a wealthy life; they just barely make ends meet.
Most importantly, Zhou Qing doesn't just collect garbage; he also raids the storage facilities of these gangs.
Zhou Qing will pack up and take away everything of value inside.
After all, those were precious items, perfectly preserved and neatly displayed; Zhou Qing couldn't possibly let them go.
As for the life or death of these gangsters, Zhou Qing didn't care.
He's no longer a novice, even though he's never encountered such a strange creature as gangsters in the Federation.
But in the past few days, he has also learned from the people around him what this gang is all about.
If these gangsters were in the Federation, they could be executed immediately and then thrown into the subspace to be tortured for 5000 years.
Anyway, they're a bunch of guilty guys, Zhou Qing can't be bothered with them. What he sets his sights on is his.
As for the so-called preferential treatment of one's own compatriots, Zhou Qing had already put it out of his mind, although he still kept it in mind, but...
There are so many of our fellow human beings here.
And regardless of whether the Federation will bring all the people here under its rule and protect them after it comes over.
In any case, Zhou Qing had no intention of letting these scum live.
The federal government never wants the scum of society.
Especially those scum who have committed heinous crimes, they are certain to die!
Coleman Wilcon's roar echoed through the rusted iron gang hall.
His men—a group of emaciated thugs covered in poisonous tattoos—were staring with murky eyes at the last half of the moldy "corpse starch cake" on the table.
This is the only remaining "spoils" they've collected over the past few days.
In the past few days, Zhou Qing has taken away almost everything they had collected, leaving them with only this piece of corpse starch cake.
So, they'll have to rely on their own gang's reserves from now on, but those reserves aren't much.
"Boss, that guy isn't human!" a henchman with a missing ear hissed.
"Where he goes, even screws disappear... Yesterday, the 'Rusty Tooth Stormtroopers' tried to ambush him, but they all disappeared, and no one came back alive."
Upon hearing this, Coleman's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists; his opponent was proving to be a formidable opponent.
He didn't know if his gang was a match for him, but the rules for entering the den were simple: plunder or starve.
If he doesn't put up any resistance, the entire gang will collapse under Zhou Qing's actions.
He abruptly overturned the table, the clanging of rusty metal startling the mutated rats lurking outside the door.
"Gather everyone!" He pulled out the explosive gun he had taken from the corpse in the Ministry of Justice.
"If he won't give us a way out, then we'll fight him to the death! Let's go and deliver a big gift to this 'distinguished guest'."
"Send someone to the Rusty Tooth Stormtroopers and have them work together to lure some heretics away from him. We don't know the strength of that guy on the other side, so let those heretics deal with him."
"Haven't these guys been shouting about sacrificing the Blood God's skull to the Skull Throne? Let them do it then."
The underlings were stunned by their boss's decision.
Getting involved with those heretics is not a good thing, even if it's just to take advantage of them.
If the Ministry of Justice investigates and mobilizes the Star Guardians to hunt them down, they'll be doomed.
In general, the Star Guardians would handle heretics, cultists, and blasphemous things, and it wouldn't even be a matter of dealing with planetary PDFs.
If they attract the Star Guardians, these gangsters are doomed.
Coleman's order caused a stir within the gang.
The henchmen exchanged terrified glances—heretics and heretics!
That was a blasphemous existence that even gangsters avoided like the plague.
But hunger and fear eventually overwhelmed reason, and a heavily tattooed thug stepped forward through gritted teeth: "Boss, Rusttooth's men just had a lot of heads chopped off by these heretics last month... Are they willing to cooperate?"
"Why should we cooperate? We're just leading the heretics there. Do you want the Empire to burn us alive as heretics?"
Coleman: "Cooperation is impossible; he is a loyal follower of the God-Emperor."
He just wanted to lure the heretics over there and have Zhou Qing fight them. As for cooperating with them?
That would be blasphemous; he would be sentenced to death with white phosphorus by the court.
Although he was just a gang leader in a lower-level gang, he understood the court's stance and knew what he could and could not do.
Chapter 11 captured some of the highest-ranking officials on this planet.
Unlike the local gangsters who were plotting how to deal with Zhou Qing.
At this moment, Zhou Qing was looking at the several high-ranking and powerful figures from this planet opposite him.
How can I obtain information about a civilization?
Answer: It's simple, just arrest their leader, right?
Zhou Qing was doing just that. Before him stood the planet's governor, the minister of the planetary governor's office, the industrial governor, the security governor, the planetary general, and the lord general of the Star Guard.
In addition, among those arrested were the head of the Ministry of Justice and the head of the National Education Department; all of them were arrested.
These are the people Zhou Qing has captured over the past few days while gathering the resources he needs.
These people were Zhou Qing's helpers in his preparation to understand this civilization.
However, because Zhou Qing determined that they were still fellow humans, they were not directly searched by Zhou Qing using psionic energy.
Even though we're not in the Federation now, we still need to show respect to our fellow humans.
It is a duty of a federal citizen not to do anything illegal.
Zhou Qing's temporary residence can be said to have been arranged very well.
It's a modern accommodation built to federal standards, but I only have a superficial understanding of this civilization.
Therefore, within two days, Zhou Qing also built a civilian-grade weakened mechanical legion of about 400 people, made of first-grade alloy, to protect his safety.
The Federation's alloys are divided into six grades, from Grade 6 to Grade 6, but each grade of alloy is further divided into three sub-grades: secondary, intermediate, and superior.
Although these mechanical legions are not powerful, even less so than ordinary citizens of the Federation.
And it's unreliable to really expect them to protect you.
However, Zhou Qing didn't really expect them to protect him; they were mainly there to put on a show and make a facade.
Moreover, although they lack the ability to protect themselves, they do have combat capabilities, thanks to this 400-strong mechanical legion.
In situations where direct confrontation is not possible, any means are acceptable.
Even if the enemy has a Star Army of 100,000 to 200,000 men, these 400 mechanical legions can definitely handle it.
This is federal technology, even if these civilian combat robots are civilian-use.
Even if they used a first-grade, second-grade alloy, the same would be true.
For an ordinary civilization, even the worst of these mechanical soldiers in the Federation would be powerful.
Zhou Qing meditated while keeping an eye on the people he had captured.
They haven't come to their senses yet.
These people were injected with some kind of anesthetic by their own Federation mech soldiers when they were captured.
Therefore, it will take them at least 4 hours to regain consciousness.
Since there were only four hours left, Zhou Qing had no interest in continuing to mess with those junk collectors.
Instead, he's now waiting for the people opposite him to wake up so he can figure out the route home.
When Planet Governor Grover Kane regained consciousness from anesthesia, the first thing he sensed was the clean air—
The air here even smelled better than the air in his planetary governor's palace, making him feel very comfortable.
It was a very pleasant feeling, but it was precisely this pleasant feeling that brought his alertness to its peak.
He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself strapped to an ergonomic alloy chair.
In front of me was a holographic projection screen displaying real-time data from each level of the hive city.
Genetic contamination rate, subspace erosion index, gang distribution heat map...
Zhou Qing was meditating in front of the projection screen.
The moment he saw Zhou Qing meditating, he wondered if he had been kidnapped by that psychic.
After all, meditation is something that only psionicists usually do.
And he should definitely have been kidnapped by that blasphemous heretical psychic, but after looking around, he felt it didn't seem like it.
A blasphemous heretic could never have such a clean and bright house.
They are a bunch of blasphemous creatures; they should be full of blasphemy, not like they are now.
Furthermore, the absence of the chaotic eight-pointed star symbol further confirms that the psionicist on the other side is probably not an astray.
In addition, although the house did not look as luxurious as his planetary governor's palace, the interior decoration impressed him.
It was a very clean feeling, so clean that it made him feel very comfortable, and the air smelled very pleasant to him, it was air that was perfect for humans.
This is absolutely not something a cultist could do.
Grover Kane's gaze swept across the room, noticing that his other captured comrades were gradually waking up.
The head of the legal department was trying to break free of his restraints, while the planetary general eyed the mechanical soldier standing in the corner of the room with wary intent.
These mechanical soldiers are indistinguishable from humans.
The Federation's bionics project is really quite good.