Abyss Solo-Chapter 184 - 106 guidance is lit clear ahead

Chapter 184: 106 guidance is lit, clear ahead

Chapter 184: 106 guidance is lit, clear ahead

The pale yellow surface of the Fifth Administrative Star appeared at the upper left of the Feinan battleship’s porthole.

The flagship formation of the Sixth Fleet, composed of a dozen medium and large warships, was positioned at the lower right of Feinan’s porthole.

Yang Ming donned his helmet and silently gazed at this famous planet.

The Feinan, with its artificial gravity disabled, relied on its core engine at its lowest power output, slowly approaching the opposing flagship—the Vaglu General battleship.

The elongated battleship hovered quietly in space, with a distant view of a spiral arm of the Galaxy below. Its pitch-black coating allowed it to almost blend into space, and its portholes, distributed like fish scales, emitted a faint light.

It was not in a wartime state.

The Feinan continued to close in.

Yang Ming could already see the soldiers running orderly inside the battleship.

“Boss, we can’t get any closer,”

Lyu’s voice was crisp and calm.

Yang Ming quickly left the bridge of the Feinan, darting through the corridor like a fish, and swiftly arrived at the weapons bay.

With the help of mechanical arms, Yang Ming successfully attached a compact jetpack to the back of his silver-gray exoskeleton armor.

He checked the backpack’s features.

The integrated spacesuit was in good condition, and the variable micro-engine was working normally.

“Lyu, find an infiltration point.”

“Target battleship’s number four side cabin locked.”

“Deploy the drones.”

“Deployed.”

The hatch below the middle of Feinan opened, and six palm-sized saucer-shaped drones slid into space, dispersing in the near-vacuum environment and approaching the battleship.

Typically, around a kilometer-sized warship, there would be two to three escort ships to compensate for self-monitoring blind spots.

General Joble of the Sixth Fleet was an experienced veteran who had commanded multiple pacification operations and twice led a fleet to represent the Luofeng Empire in multinational military exercises organized by the Sherman Empire; he naturally wouldn’t lack such common knowledge.

These six electronic warfare drones had the possibility of being captured by nearby escort ships.

But Yang Ming could only wait silently.

This was an inevitable risk to bear.

Yang Ming, fully equipped, floated to the aft hold of the Feinan.

Two swept-wing assault boats waited quietly, but unfortunately, today was not their time to take the stage.

Three minutes later,

“The drones have successfully attached.”

Lyu’s voice emerged from the earphones in the helmet, “Infiltrating the ship’s control network…Infiltrated. They are still using the Sherman Empire warship control program from two generations ago, which has many exploitable vulnerabilities.”

Yang Ming muttered, “Once a warship software loses its advanced status, it becomes merely a carrier for large-caliber cannons.”

“To maintain such advancement requires a huge cost,” Lyu reminded, “The Wind Army’s fleet authority is decentralized, and none of them are willing to bear such costs alone.”

Yang Ming slightly curled his lips, “Prepare to board the ship, proceed according to plan.”

“Yes.”

Lyu gave a brief response.

A few minutes later, a fire alarm suddenly occurred at the rear of the Vaglu General battleship.

A small commotion appeared within the ship’s interior.

A group of soldiers rushed towards the rear’s remote cabin, and the bridge command platform quickly received a report of ‘circuit aging causing a maintenance robot to self-combust.’

Two senior on-duty officers at the bridge whispered complaints that these antiques must be replaced with new ones and then continued chatting about gossip.

General Joble in the tactical conference room didn’t intervene in these trivial matters.

The old general was busy meeting with His Highness the Third Prince, reporting the next steps of the ‘easy elimination of ground rebels’ operation.

The two advisors from the New Federation had already prepared champagne and flowers, as well as a well-equipped photography team for the Third Prince’s speech on the Fifth Administrative Star later.

These images were presented by Lyu on Yang Ming’s mini projection screen before his eyes.

“Isn’t this Third Prince a bit too naïve?” Yang Ming sighed gently.

Lyu said, “They are subconsciously focusing on the rear cabin right now. Should the combat plan continue?”

“Continue.”

A few minutes later.

A patrol team received orders from the bridge to pilot their dedicated vessel for routine patrol on the fleet periphery.

Twelve team members quickly assembled, joking as they walked to their team’s designated locker room. After changing clothes, they headed forward less than fifty meters and reached the number four side cabin.

At the team leader’s reminder, each activated the protection function of their combat suits, and twelve young men and women were encompassed in humanoid bubbles, boarding the patrol boat older than their parents.

The safety airlock to the interior exit of the number four outer cabin began to lower.

The door of the number four outer cabin slowly swung open like a beast’s maw.

On the Feinan,

Yang Ming watched the projection screen on his wrist; the image of the number four outer cabin was clearly visible.

The patrol boat’s engines began to ignite.

Feinan’s jump system entered standby mode, and the Particle Transmission Machine was preactivated by Lyu.

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Yang Ming counted silently.

He was accustomed to using this method to regulate psychological pressure, ensuring the accuracy of his actions.

Three.

Two.

The patrol boat floated from the interior of the outer cabin and slowly turned into space.

Yang Ming swiveled his body to the left, looking down at the round hatch beneath him. Outside the hatch was the pitch-black cosmic space, affixed by only a thin film at this moment.

Yang Ming instinctively held his breath, his body slowly turning, his head aiming at the film, and his feet gently pushing on the foot pedals above.

He slid out of the Feinan, proceeding evenly downward.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the jetpack controlled by Lyu emitted a light blue halo.

The joints of Yang Ming’s exoskeleton Mecha emitted faint jets of air, helping him quickly adjust his posture.