The shuttle's jump trail has not yet completely dissipated in the shadows at the edge of the starport.

A transport ship numbered "Cargo-73" suddenly deviated from the established route, reduced its engine power to the lowest power, and followed silently like a dormant poisonous snake.

Inside the bridge, the captain stared intently at the faint energy track on the screen, sweat oozing from his forehead - the reward for this "private job" was enough to provide him with a comfortable life for the rest of his life.

But the risks are also incredibly high. Once discovered, it would be a crime of treason.

At the same time, in the starport's dispatch center, the statistician frowned at the list of ships flashing on the screen.

On the fleet organization list, the signal mark of "Cargo-73" disappeared for nearly ten minutes, and the positioning system showed that it did not go to the material warehouse as planned.

"Supervisor, 'Cargo-73' is missing, positioning failed, requesting verification." The statistician pressed the intercom, his tone a little uneasy.

In the director's office, an encrypted communicator had just gone off, and a heavy bag of energy crystals was placed on the desk.

He glanced at the message from the statistician, and quickly operated on the console, classifying the missing alarm of "Cargo-73" as a "system failure", and then replied with a message.

"I understand. The equipment is undergoing temporary maintenance and the signal has been blocked. Don't worry about it."

Although the statistician had doubts, he did not dare to question his superior. He could only suppress the doubts in his heart and continue to check the information of other ships.

The supervisor leaned back in his chair, stroking the energy crystal bag, a greedy smile on his lips.

He had already colluded with the captain of "Cargo-73" and waited for the other party to follow the mysterious shuttle to find out the destination.

He would give him half of the "benefits" and then secretly record the ship information back without anyone noticing.

As for the shuttle's origin and mission... he didn't care, as long as he could make money.

In the void outside the starport, the figure of "Cargo-73" completely disappeared at the entrance of the jump channel.

The wake overlapped with the shuttle's trajectory, like a line hidden in the darkness.

Inside the observation deck, Martin was looking down at the equipment list of the Crypt Clan, completely unaware of the betrayal happening right under his nose.

The flagship's alarm system was functioning normally, and the starport's dispatch data showed all ships in place—he trusted the security system established by Malcador.

However, they did not expect that human greed is sometimes more difficult to guard against than the most sophisticated defense system.

At the other end of the jump channel, the shuttle was still sailing steadily. The Crypt Chief inside the ship closed his eyes and rested, completely unaware that a deadly tail was following him.

At the inspection point of the Matrix Era, the inspector looked at the abnormal transition signal flashing on the screen, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"This is……"

The situation was then reported to the superiors, and after layers of reporting, the information reached the old emperor.

Deep within the command room at the core of the Matrix, the old emperor stared at the unusual jump trajectory on the screen, his brow furrowed. The signal was weak, but it seemed to be tracking something.

"The Sky-Inlaid Storm Troops." He didn't even turn his head, his voice as cold as ice.

"Go find out the details of the ship that's following us."

The old emperor's fingertips slid across the console, synchronizing the coordinates of the abnormal trajectory to them. "Remember, don't alarm them."

"Yes, sir!" More than a dozen voices overlapped, with a metallic texture.

Before they finished speaking, their figures had disappeared from the spot.

In the void, the captain of "Cargo-73" was still gloating over the upcoming "windfall", and was completely unaware of the fluctuations in the space behind him.

Suddenly, the ship shook violently. Before the alarm sounded, the cockpit door was torn apart by an invisible force, and figures in dark golden armor instantly filled the narrow space.

"Speak." The leader of the Storm Troopers raised his hand to hold the captain's head, and the energy probe on the armor pierced his nerves. "Who sent you? What's your purpose?"

The captain's pupils suddenly dilated, and the severe pain of his nerves being forcibly invaded made his whole body twitch, but he couldn't even scream.

His consciousness was blurred by the severe pain, and he could only allow the other party to read the fragments of his memory - the transaction with the starport director, his desire for the shuttle, and the heavy bag of energy crystals...

After a moment, the captain retracted the probe and reported coldly into the communicator, "The target is the transport ship at A-667 Starport. Under the instructions of the Starport Director, they intend to track the shuttle for profit."

The old emperor listened to the report in the command room and said: "Haha, Martin, interesting, very interesting."

He waved his hand and said, "Capture everyone on the shuttle ahead and search their memories. I want to know what this Martin wants to do."

After receiving the order, the Storm Troops disappeared again.

The hull of "Cargo-73" disintegrated silently in the void and turned into stardust, as if it had never existed.

In the shuttle ship ahead, the Crypt Chief suddenly looked up, sensing a fleeting energy fluctuation behind him, and frowned slightly.

But he did not stop, but accelerated the planning of the excavation route - His Majesty's task could not tolerate any mistakes.

The shuttle's hull suddenly shook violently, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

The hum of the engine stopped abruptly, and the entire ship hung in the air, unable to move.

The underground clan in the cabin instantly tensed up their nerves, and their claws clenched the energy daggers at their waists.

"What's going on?" The underground chief growled. Just as he was about to check the external monitoring, two dragons' cries were heard outside the cabin.

The two dragon knights who were guarding the vehicle had already rushed out of the hatch on their giant bronze dragons, their dragon scales glowing coldly in the air.

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