The plot of Chapter 52 doesn't match up! Σ(⊙▽⊙"a ……

When Barron followed Eureka to the first deck, he was so frightened that he almost broke out in a cold sweat, especially Barron.

He quickly took a few steps forward and grabbed Sang Zhitao: "Captain, Captain, don't do it yet."

Sang Zhitao glanced at him sideways, then looked at the pirate laughing wildly opposite her, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Captain..." Barron saw her pale face, pursed his lips, and called out softly.

"..."

Sang Zhitao closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then spoke: "I know, a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan."

"A female captain? A pretty girl~ Come with me, I'll give you money to spend~" Just when she was about to lose her temper, some idiot spoke up.

"...Captain?" Baron looked at the shouting pirate with a grim expression, his eyes gradually filled with murderous intent. However, thinking of the rules of the sea, he could only hold back Sang Zhitao to prevent her from impulsively killing someone.

"Little girl, how about it? Think about it, brother will give you the experience of flying~" Unfortunately, all his efforts to persuade her were ultimately defeated by the fool.

Sang Zhitao was so angry that she laughed, then beckoned to the pirate with her finger and gave him a sweet smile.

Whether out of sheer stupidity and arrogance or overconfidence in the rules, the pirates paid no heed to the murderous glares of the Anling crew. Instead, they took a few steps forward and approached the ship's railing closest to Sang Zhitao.

"Little girl, your brother is here."

"I see." Sang Zhitao's almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly with a smile, making her youthful face appear even more charming and adorable.

The pirate was indeed captivated by her and couldn't help but move closer.

With a "whoosh," a flash of silver light appeared, followed by a scream and then the sound disappeared.

"Bang!" Instead, a male corpse with a wooden fork stuck between his eyebrows was found on the deck.

"You...you actually dare to violate the laws of darkness!" The pirates of the Red Blade were immediately in an uproar, and one of them pointed at Sang Zhitao with a look of horror.

"Those who disturb me shall die." Sang Zhitao opened her mouth and uttered a few light words.

"!" Seeing that she remained calm and showed no fear, the pirate became enraged and turned to run away.

“I’m afraid they’ve gone to find their captain.” Baron frowned.

"The captain of the Red Blade... is named Bernard, right?" Sang Zhitao pondered for a moment.

"Yeah, he's not someone to mess with." Baron nodded.

Sang Zhitao nodded perfunctorily, then looked at Baron as if she suddenly remembered something: "What rules did he mean by rules?"

Baron's lips twitched, and he looked at her incredulously, asking, "You didn't know?"

Sang Zhitao nodded indifferently. She hadn't written about the existence of the Dark Laws in her original book, and she didn't have the original owner's memories.

"This is a rule set by a legendary pirate king forty years ago. After the Dark Vortex appears, all pirates are not allowed to kill each other after going to the vicinity of the vortex. However..." Although Baron was puzzled, he did not ask any further questions.

“Forty years ago…” Sang Zhitao frowned before he could finish speaking, as she had never written about the pirate king forty years ago in her book.

"What's his name?" Sang Zhitao asked Baron.

Baron couldn't understand why she knew so many secrets but not this legendary figure. He lowered his eyes to conceal some of his emotions before saying, "No one knows what that person's name is, only that his ship is called the Hope."

“Hope…” Sang Zhitao murmured softly.

"What's wrong? Don't you know?" Baron glanced at her and asked tentatively, as if it were nothing.

"..." Sang Zhitao was stunned for a moment before she realized that she had just boasted about the land-based nation's control over the ocean, so how could she not know such people and rules?

"...The Holy Spirit Kingdom is relatively weak right now." She glanced at the ship opposite her and casually replied.

Barron thought about it but couldn't come up with any other reason, so he could only pretend to believe it, but in his heart he had many speculations.

"Who dares to break the rules!" A deep voice rang out, and the pirates of the Red Blade quickly made way.

A bearded man, eight feet tall, with a muscular build and wearing a shirtless pirate outfit, walked forward carrying a large sword. He was none other than Bernard, the captain of the Red Blade.

"So you, little girl, killed my people?" Bernard's eyes gleamed, and he looked at Sang Zhitao with no contempt, but rather with great caution.

He had already examined the wounds of the pirate who had just died. A very ordinary wooden fork could penetrate a hard skull, which was enough to prove the strength of the person who did it. He had never seen such a person before, especially when he saw how thin Sang Zhitao looked. Alarm bells kept ringing in his mind.

"He dared to insult me, so he deserves to die," Sang Zhitao replied calmly, glancing at the person opposite her.

"Good girl, good methods. I can kill you for insulting you, but you have also broken the rules. Aren't you afraid?" Bernard stared at Sang Zhitao, a smirk playing on his lips, his words revealing an undisguised chill.

"So what?" Sang Zhitao thought for a moment, as Baron hadn't had a chance to explain the details of the rules to her yet.

"You have some nerve. In that case, I'll ask you again in seven days." Bernard gritted his teeth, looked at her coldly, and then waved for someone to arrange a change of course.

After the Red Blade had completely disappeared from sight, Sang Zhitao turned to Baron and asked, "So what are the rules? Why does Bernard have to wait seven days?"

“The Dark Laws require all fleets to act only three days after the Dark Vortex opens. At that time, Bernard will definitely be the first to attack us, and…” Baron frowned.

“?” Sang Zhitao looked at him in confusion.

“And it’s not just the Red Blade; all the pirate ships will attack us immediately,” Eureka, who had been waiting impatiently nearby, replied.

"Just because I broke the rules?" Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm, so... how about we just give up this time?" Baron suggested, frowning.

Sang Zhitao shook her head: "No, proceed according to the original plan."

“But…” Baron sighed and couldn’t help but try to persuade them, “But with our current strength, we simply can’t beat them.”

"How much gunpowder do we have left?" Sang Zhitao sighed before asking.

Baron thought for a moment before speaking: "We have enough guns and ammunition, but we don't have enough people, and we don't have enough experience either. They are too powerful."

Sang Zhitao looked at the iron rod in her hand, her fingertips rubbing it incessantly, and after a long while she slowly spoke: "We still have too few ships."

"It's too late to buy a boat now," Barron replied helplessly.

Sang Zhitao gazed at the fleet of pirate ships not far away, a thoughtful look flashing across her face...

More than a month has passed since Sang Zhitao's new journey. The base has now gotten used to Sang Zhitao's sudden comings and goings, and these days they are busy with transactions with the Machine Star.

"So you're saying you're going to trade these weapons blueprints to us? Only our entertainment works and recipes?" Li Mingguo's hands were trembling as he held the documents.

He was originally the president of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Although he didn't understand military matters, he could still understand some of the weapons that clearly surpassed the country's existing technology.

"Yes, although the people of our planet have regained some of their autonomy by listening to the songs left behind by hope, our research has found that it is still not enough. We heard about your deal with the Elf World and wanted to give it a try." The Machine Planet is now managed collaboratively by 673 and others, and he is now the one communicating with Earth.

"I understand. I will notify the relevant experts to come over." Li Mingguo replied, looking at the three-centimeter-thick document in his hand. However, he immediately realized that his words were ambiguous, so he quickly explained, "Please rest assured, even if these drawings are useless to us, the deal will still be completed."

"Thank you then," 673 replied politely.

The Machine Planet is no longer the same as it once was, seemingly wonderful yet lifeless and stagnant place.

The robots with emotions were like newborn babies on the quantum computer forum, full of curiosity and interest.

This also made their work busier, since the first thing these robots learned was to stay up late and not be self-disciplined. In just a few months, there were dozens of incidents where they almost burned out their motherboards due to carelessness.

To address this, they specifically drafted laws, learned from the experiences of other countries, and established internet restrictions for minors, which finally improved things somewhat.

Meanwhile, on Earth, Li Mingguo, with a grave expression, made a secret telegram and briefly explained the situation.

"Okay, very good. Remember, even if the information is useless, don't let it damage our friendship. I'll arrange for someone to pick it up later." The person on the phone gently reminded him several times before hanging up to make the arrangements.

Not long after, a group of soldiers arrived at the base and took the data away.

Such things have been common at the base ever since Sang Zhitao's transmigration was confirmed. After all, no matter how big the base is, it can't gather all the talents in the country. Some data will always be sent to more specialized laboratories.

However, even the most ordinary situation can be seen as an opportunity by those who are observant.

"The clothes I bought didn't fit, so they were taken." A seemingly ordinary text message was sent out just like that.

"Ding! Ding!" Several urgent ringtones rang in the luxurious office.

A middle-aged man with blond hair and a blue face stared intently at the phone for a long time before finally answering: "How is it, Yorkshire?"

"Minister, we've confirmed that a batch of documents has been sent out. Should we intercept them?" Yorkshire's voice on the phone was filled with surprise.

"Of course, my dear Yorkshire, this is a great opportunity. We must get those documents. I refuse to believe that the Eastern Kingdom can invent such amazing food and technology on its own! There must be a secret here!" said the Minister of Intelligence of Country A proudly.

“Of course, Mr. Minister, such an opportunity belongs to our Country A, and only we are worthy of using it!” Yorkshire’s voice came through the earpiece, his tone obsequious.

"It's up to you. Get started as soon as possible," replied the head of intelligence from Country A.

“That nail…” Yorkshire asked hesitantly.

"It's just a nail. There will always be people who yearn for a free country. Don't worry about it, just let it be." The Minister of Intelligence of Country A said indifferently.

“Yes, sir,” Yorkshire replied quickly.

After the conversation ended, the Minister of Intelligence of Country A made a phone call to another person. After the call was connected, he immediately demanded: "Approve another 30% of the budget allocated to the Eastern Country. It would be best to start a color conflict. I hope that more people in the Eastern Country will yearn for a free country."

"Yes, sir."

After hanging up the phone, the head of intelligence from Country A revealed arrogance and mockery: "I'd like to see what secrets you have. You can't have actually found an alien treasure."

Such things happen in other countries as well. Anyone with greed will send messages to spies in the East, either to find out secrets, to steal information, or... to cause trouble for the East.

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Author's note: I feel like nobody's reading this anymore... ε=(ο｀*))) Sigh