coobybook Chapter 268 You've messed with the wrong person!
Chapter 268 You've messed with the wrong person!
The atmosphere at the spaceport dock suddenly became tense. A group of thugs wearing tattered armor and carrying crude weapons surrounded the gangway of "Star Wings." The leader was a burly man with a face full of scars, who wore a disdainful smile and tapped his power baton lightly in his palm.
“Listen, newbie,” the burly man’s voice carried a hint of threat, “if you want to stop here, you have to pay protection money. That’s the rule.”
Captain Marcus stood on the gangway, his brow slightly furrowed. He didn't want trouble, but he also wasn't willing to bow down to these local bullies. He was about to speak when he heard a series of deep footsteps behind him.
Russell emerged from the cabin, his towering figure like a moving mountain. His gaze was cold and sharp as he swept over the group of thugs as if they were ants.
“Protection money?” Russell’s voice was low and cold. “Are you worthy?”
The burly man was momentarily intimidated by Russell's imposing presence, but quickly regained his arrogant demeanor: "Big guy, don't think you can scare people just because you're big. Here, we're the ones in charge!"
Russell didn't answer, only staring coldly at him. The Katachon warriors and psionicists also emerged from the cabin, standing behind Russell. The Katachon warriors' eyes gleamed with fighting spirit, their combat swords flashing coldly in the sunlight. The psionicist's eyes were as deep as an abyss, a psionic aura shimmering around her.
“This is your last chance,” Russell’s voice held an undeniable authority. “Get out.”
Enraged, the burly man waved his hand, and the thugs behind him immediately rushed forward. A fight broke out instantly.
Russell didn't use the Bloodsucker entrenching tool, nor did he employ any psionic power. He simply swung his fists, each strike carrying devastating force. A thug attempted a sneak attack from the side, but Russell delivered an elbow strike that sent him flying, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.
The Catachan warrior's combat knife was as agile as a venomous snake, each swing taking away an enemy's fighting ability. His movements were swift and precise, as if he were performing a dance of death.
The psionicist stood at the rear, her hands waving lightly, creating barriers of psionic energy that blocked all enemy attacks. Her gaze was cold and detached, as if she were watching a boring game.
The fight ended quickly. The group of thugs lay sprawled on the ground, their cries of pain echoing around them. The burly man, knocked to the ground by Russell's punch, was covered in blood, his eyes filled with terror.
“Get out.” Russell’s voice was low and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell.
The burly man and his men scrambled away from the dock, not daring to look back. Captain Marcus stood on the gangway, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“Well done,” Marcus walked over to Russell and patted him on the shoulder. “With you here, we have far fewer problems.”
Russell nodded without saying anything more. His gaze remained cold and unyielding, like an insurmountable mountain.
The Catachan warrior walked up to Russell, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "Big guy, your fists are more powerful than my knife."
The psionicist approached, a meaningful glint in her eyes: "Your power... is quite interesting."
Russell didn't answer, but simply turned and went back into the cabin. His figure appeared particularly lonely in the sunlight, but the crew knew that this silent giant was their most reliable guardian.
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The atmosphere at the spaceport dock tensed up again. The thugs who had just been taught a lesson by Russell and the crew hadn't given up. Instead, they returned with a fully armed defense force, looking menacing. The defense force's armored vehicles were parked at the edge of the dock, and soldiers in standard power armor, armed with explosive rifles, coldly surveyed the crew of "Starwing."
"It's them!" The burly man with a face full of scars pointed at Russell, a hint of smugness in his voice. "These outsiders not only refused to pay protection money, but they also injured our men!"
The commander of the defense force—a tall, stern-faced middle-aged officer—stepped forward. His gaze swept over Russell and the crew, finally settling on Russell. Russell remained standing there silently, gripping the Blooddrinker entrenching tool in his hand, golden psionic energy shimmering faintly on its blade.
“You have violated spaceport regulations,” the officer’s voice held a hint of authority, “and you must be investigated.”
Captain Marcus stepped forward, trying to explain: "Sir, this is a misunderstanding. We were only acting in self-defense..."
The officer raised his hand to interrupt Marcus, his gaze still fixed on Russell: "Self-defense? Injuring so many people is more than just self-defense."
Russell did not answer, but simply stared coldly at the officer. His gaze held a hint of disdain, as if he were watching a boring farce.
Enraged by Russell's attitude, the officer waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him immediately raised their grenades and pointed them at Russell and his crew.
"Put down your weapons and cooperate with the investigation!" The officer's voice carried a hint of threat.
Russell remained motionless, but slowly drew a silver-gray badge from his waist and held it in his hand. The badge was engraved with a burning longsword, symbolizing the faith and mission of the Grey Knights.
The officer's gaze fell on the insignia, and his face instantly turned pale. His voice trembled slightly: "The Grey Knight...insignia?"
Russell didn't answer, only stared coldly at him. Cold sweat beaded on the officer's forehead. He knew the Grey Knights were one of the Empire's most mysterious and powerful fighting forces; their insignia represented supreme authority. Anyone associated with the Grey Knights was someone he couldn't afford to offend.
"Retreat...retreat!" The officer's voice was tinged with panic. He waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him immediately laid down their weapons and quickly retreated back to the armored vehicle.
The burly man with a face full of scars froze, staring at the officer in disbelief: "Sir, this..."
"Shut up!" the officer roared, slapping the burly man across the face. "Are you trying to get us killed?"
The burly man staggered back after being hit, staring at Russell with a look of terror on his face. He finally realized that he had messed with someone he shouldn't have.
The defense force's armored vehicles quickly left the dock, and the group of thugs scrambled away. Calm returned to the dock, leaving only the crew of "Starwing" standing there, staring dumbfounded at Russell.
“Russell…” Captain Marcus walked up to him, a hint of surprise in his voice, “Who… are you?”
Russell didn't answer, but simply put away the Grey Knight badge and turned back to his cabin. His figure appeared particularly lonely in the sunlight, but the crew knew that this silent giant was their most reliable guardian.
“The Grey Knight Badge…” the Katachon warrior murmured, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes.
The psionicist's gaze held a deeper meaning: "His power... is far greater than we imagined."
The crew began to whisper among themselves, Russell's identity growing even more mysterious. They knew that this silent giant possessed not only immense power but also an awe-inspiring background.