I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 281: Chapter 269: Insect Surveillance, Hell (Double Chapter)

"Calais, has all the supplies been purchased satisfactorily?"

Ling Jue looked at Calais, his voice cold as if it were an eternal block of ice.

"Second Boss, everything is complete, not a single item missing."

Calais bowed slightly, responding with his soft-spoken tone.

"Good."

Ling Jue scanned the crowd, his gaze sharp, as if trying to see through something among the people.

Meanwhile, several technicians dressed in black were operating precise scanning instruments, silently moving through the crowd. The instruments emitted a ghostly blue glow accompanied by a faint buzzing sound, capturing the full body outline of each individual within the scan.

They were checking to see if anyone was carrying any unauthorized communication devices.

Inside the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves’ base ship, except for the Big Boss, no one was allowed to carry communication devices, not even Ling Jue.

This was to maximize the prevention of anyone leaking information to the outside world, exposing the Star Thieves’ location.

Soon, the scan was finished, and the security check was completed smoothly.

"Take them down."

With the most important inspection done, Ling Jue waved his hand and turned to leave.

In his opinion, whether slaves or key figures like Calais and Poisonous Widow, they were worthless trash. If it weren’t for the Big Boss’s instruction, he wouldn’t waste time on this group of junk.

Watching Ling Jue’s disappearing figure, Calais and the others couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

To them, the Second Boss was an existence more terrifying than the Big Boss.

When facing the Big Boss, even if you made a minor mistake, as long as it wasn’t too severe, the Big Boss would still give you a chance.

But with the Second Boss, it was different. Once he deemed you useless, he would behead you in front of everyone, showing no mercy.

"Take them away!"

Next, the Star Thieves separated all the slaves by type. Female slaves in one group, capable male slaves in another, and some other purpose-oriented slaves in another group. All slave controllers were collected and then distributed to different departments.

Apparently, Qin Tian belonged to the second category, and he was taken into a small enclosed room.

The room was about 15 square meters, with walls made of cold metal, emitting a dim grayish-white hue. A low-wattage light bulb was embedded in the ceiling, casting a stark and weak light, flickering occasionally as if it might go out at any moment.

In the corner was a rusted toilet, with suspicious yellow-brown stains on the edges, emitting a pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with excrement. Next to it was an equally decrepit sink, the faucet slightly leaking, the dripping sound distinct in the silence.

The floor was made of coarse, anti-slip steel plate, producing a dull metallic echo when stepped on.

The walls bore scratches of varying depths, as if previous occupants had carved them with nails or some hard object, some oxidized black, others still shiny with fresh metal sheen.

There were no windows in the room, the only entrance and exit was a heavy metal door, with a palm-sized observation window through which patrolling Star Thieves occasionally peered inside.

The inside of the door had no handle, evidently designed with no intention of allowing anyone inside the chance to leave on their own.

"Xiong must be feeling stifled here."

Qin Tian turned his head to the side, sensing that Xiong was in the third room to the right.

After sitting quietly for a while, Qin Tian glanced at the micro surveillance camera overhead, then lay sideways, using his back to block the camera’s view.

Whoosh

A white petri dish appeared in his hand, and as he injected energy, small black dots emerged on the dish. If observed under a microscope, one would see they were insect eggs.

As the eggs hatched, hundreds of tiny insects were born, their minuscule size escaping detection by surveillance. They buzzed their wings, flying out through the gaps in the door, spreading in all directions.

Simultaneously, Qin Tian used [Spiritual Wisdom Divine Authority] to let these tiny insects become his eyes, moving with their vision.

One tiny insect silently traversed a ventilation duct, eventually squeezing through a gap in the iron mesh overhead, hovering above the arena.

What entered Qin Tian’s mind was a scene of madness and bloodshed—

It was a large circular arena, surrounded by towering iron fences, the ground soaked with dark red blood stains, sticky to the touch.

Two slaves were in the midst of a fierce fight, one wielding a broken metal pipe, the other swinging a spiked wooden club, both covered in wounds, blood sliding down their muscular contours, yet their eyes held only numbness and despair.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Trash! Stop dodging! Beat him to death for me!"

"Hahaha, his guts are spilling out! Awesome!"

The stands around were packed with Star Thieves, laughing, shouting, some even excitedly standing up, waving bottles and weapons.

The air was thick with the stench of sweat, alcohol, and blood, mixing into a nauseating, suffocating atmosphere.

Thud~

One of the slaves was pierced in the abdomen by the metal pipe, staggering to his knees, blood gushing from his mouth.

The victor, panting heavily, didn’t stop, instead pouncing, clasping his hands tightly around the other’s throat, until the opponent’s pupils completely dilated.

The Star Thieves erupted into deafening cheers, some even tossing a few coins onto the corpse, like rewarding a dog that had completed a task.