The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 2009

Chapter 2009: Chapter 1004: The Godfather and the First Aid Kit (Non-Historical, Caution Advised)

K93 Star System.

In the vast and boundless universe, a silver-white spaceship was nimbly weaving through a dark red asteroid belt.

The celestial bodies that appeared tiny through the astronomical telescope were actually enormously large, each with its own orbiting trajectory. Coupled with the spaceship’s own faster-than-light travel, it looked like a perilous game of dodgeball.

But this couldn’t stump it.

After all, it was not an ordinary spaceship but the strongest warship of the Imperial Marshal.

It had accompanied the Imperial Marshal through long and glorious years of battle, achieving peak records across the entire star system and even the entire Federation.

There were many rumors about it, some say it was a custom-built warship ordered by the Imperial Marshal at great expense, others say it was a secret weapon left to him by his grandfather.

But there were also rumors that at first, it was simply a nanny robot, the kind that made milk formula and changed diapers for the young marshal.

A cutesy AI voice sounded, seemingly with a hint of excitement, "Obstacles cannot be avoided, initiating clearance plan, do you wish to stop it?"

The man lounging against the chairback didn’t lift an eyelid.

The AI’s voice grew more excited, "Clearance plan officially launched! A warm reminder—" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Mid-sentence, the man on the chairback nonchalantly lifted a hand, slender and elegant even with a white glove, and clicked the safety clasp on the chairback into place.

The AI emitted a sound of proud satisfaction reminiscent of a doting father, "Good boy."

The man’s thin lips parted slightly, "Call me ’baby’ again and I’ll smash you."

Whether it was intimidated or not, the AI didn’t say another word, but stubbornly flashed a line of text on the screen as if to show its last bit of unyielding will: "Can’t smash."

The man still had his eyes closed but seemed to guess its little action, calmly saying, "Cancel autopilot."

The AI yielded instantly, "The Marshal is awesome!"

Then, it began to focus on clearing the unavoidable asteroids.

Under normal circumstances, Federation warships would not casually destroy celestial bodies in space. However, with the urgency of this mission, there’s no time to adhere to Federation laws.

Meanwhile, on an orange planet, no less than thirty warships were poised to strike.

This was a newly arisen group of space pirate factions in the star system, most of whom were convicts who had escaped from prison, successfully robbing ten Federation space supply stations and two Imperial supply stars.

The Federation took this matter very seriously, having sent a legion to suppress them, but to no avail since there were traitors within familiar with the Federation’s warships and tactics, avoiding direct confrontation, firing a shot then slipping away—extremely cunning.

The Federation was at its wits’ end.

Recently, they set their sights on a supply star controlled by the Wil family, planning to take action tonight.

However, before they could set off, an entirely black spacecraft suddenly sailed into the dark, endless night sky overhead. After entering the planet’s atmosphere, it slowed down, hovering steadily over the thirty warships.

The first to spot it was a sentinel holding a firearm; he initially thought it was one of their allies but later realized it wasn’t, as the underside of that black warship unmistakably bore a large Federation emblem.

"It’s a Federation warship!"

He was on high alert!

Everyone braced themselves, simultaneously feeling incredulous.

What happened to their defense system? Did it malfunction? Why neither intercept nor pre-warn, allowing this warship to intrude as though no one were there?

The pirate leader issued combat readiness instructions, "How many warships are there in total?"

Beside him, the pilot stammered, "O-One ship!"

"One ship? The Federation sent just one warship?" The pirate leader was stunned, knowing that even with a force as many as theirs, the Federation could not wipe them out. Could it be that... the Federation didn’t come to fight them but to negotiate?

Upon this thought, he chuckled complacently, "Then there’s nothing to fear, destroy it!"

Negotiate?

Out of the question.

He gave the order, but no response came from other warships. Frowning, he asked, "What’s going on?"

The pilot, alarmed, pointed to the sky’s warship, "S-sir, look."

The warship in the sky began lighting up in large areas, its black hull appearing like scales turning, revealing layers of dazzling silver light.

And with this transformation, its massive body presented itself in full view of all present.

The pirate leader quivered in awe, "This, this is—"

It was the star system’s number one warship, the Annihilator, which accompanied the Imperial Marshal in battles throughout the entire Federation.

Within the wide viewing window of the warship, a man clad in black uniform gazed down upon everyone from atop.

This was the most handsome man in the entire empire, yet also the most ruthless and cold-blooded.

With his tall stature, the uniform fit seamlessly on his body, even buttoned up to the topmost neck button, strict and austere.

His skin appeared a circle of deathly pale under the cold light.

He grasped lightly a golden scepter of the Empire Star, a symbol of authority and a herald of death.

The Imperial Marshal hadn’t come to negotiate; he came to eradicate the pirates.

Leaving none alive.

The pirate leader, cocky just a moment ago, was now completely flustered.

Wasn’t it said that the Imperial Marshal had gone on an expedition to the K34B star system? That he wouldn’t return for decades, then why is he—

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