252: Chapter 253 This weapon is too dirty, but I like it.

In the void deep within the universe, the flames gradually extinguished.

That "The Sweepers" mothership, which had appeared so overbearing just moments ago, had now turned into a mass of broken metal debris, slowly drifting away in the tides of gravity.

Inside the command module, Jiang Chen tossed the rusty remote control onto the table.

The thing looked incredibly ordinary, like a cheap, unbranded product bought from a second-hand market. Who could have imagined that it had just rewritten the fate of several galactic overlords?

"Old Chen, how was it?"

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at Academician Chen Shuyin, who was still in a state of shock, smiling a bit mischievously. "Does current physics have... even the slightest fluctuation now?"

Academician Chen Shuyin took a deep breath.

She stared at the rust-covered remote control, her eyes filled with immense complexity—it was that typical numb feeling of having one's "worldview repeatedly shattered and rebuilt."

"This isn't physics."

"This is the Law of Causality; it is the tyranny of logic."

Academician Chen Shuyin pushed up her glasses, her voice tinged with helplessness. "It doesn't need to emit energy, nor does it need to calculate trajectories. It simply forces the 'result' onto the opponent."

"You say they have diarrhea, and they must have it, even if they don't have a digestive system, even if they are pure energy beings... This thing is even more shameless than a miracle."

Jiang Chen laughed.

He stood up, walked to the porthole, and looked at the dark starry sky dotted with the wreckage of warships.

Indeed, this move was quite nasty.

If it were the Jiang Chen from before, filled with a sense of justice, he would probably think this weapon was an unfair victory, too despicable, too base.

But in this interstellar jungle where the strong prey on the weak?

Who cares if your methods are clean!

Being able to survive and making the opponent collapse—that is the best strategy.

"It is a bit dirty."

Jiang Chen adjusted his collar in the reflection of the porthole, a look of extreme satisfaction on his face. "But I just like this feeling that makes people disgusted yet helpless."

"Tell me, if those alien Commanders go back and report to headquarters, telling everyone: 'We failed because we all had diarrhea'..."

"Would they be so angry that they retire on the spot?"

Academician Chen Shuyin rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to her boss's bizarre sense of humor.

She turned to the console, looking at the last segment of footage transmitted back by the scanner:

"Those scout planes haven't run far yet."

"The commotion from that explosion just now was too big; it's estimated that it has already alerted their home fleet in the rear."

"Jiang Chen, we cannot stay here for long."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Of course, he knew.

These The Sweepers are like cockroaches; if you step on one, there might be a whole nest following behind.

"luan bird, change course."

"Target: Centaurus Alpha, that S-778 resource planet."

"Build a defensive line there, and then we'll play properly with these scumbags."

"Yes!"

The warship emitted a dull hum and entered curvature jump mode once again.

Those metal wrecks were left in place, becoming yet another pile of silent footnotes in this indifferent universe.

And just at this moment, the door to the command room was pushed open.

Zhao Gang walked in with an excited face, holding a tactical helmet in his hand—a trophy just "scraped" from the hull of the destroyed mothership.

"Boss, you have to come and see this!"

Zhao Gang's voice was loud, carrying a pure, simple-minded enthusiasm. "When those aliens were running away, they seemed to have left behind a signal transmitter, which is frantically sending out encrypted messages."

"Encrypted messages?"

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow.

He walked over and took the tablet, which was the intercepted channel that Academician Chen Shuyin hadn't had time to process yet.

On the screen, a complex waveform was jumping.

Although it was an alien language, after Academician Chen Shuyin's logical analysis just now, it was surprisingly translated directly into simple Chinese characters on the screen.

The content was very simple, only one sentence.

It was a distress letter sent to the depths of the Milky Way Galaxy, and also a hysterical declaration of surrender.

"Report, Commander! An incomprehensible advanced civilization has been discovered in the Solar System."

"The creatures here can not only use cross-dimensional teleportation and ignore physical laws, but they can even manipulate the Law of Causality!"

"What's even more terrifying is..."

"They are live-streaming the consumption of our fleet."

"Retreat quickly!"

"This is not a mission!"

"This is a trap!"

"This is a civilization with a 'lunatic mentality'; whoever touches it is doomed!"

Looking at this distress letter that hadn't finished sending.

Jiang Chen fell silent.

He turned to look at Academician Chen Shuyin, then looked at Xier, who was lying on the table gnawing on a titanium alloy part, his mouth twitching slightly.

Lunatic mentality?

This assessment...

Seems quite accurate.

"Boss, are we still going to Centaurus?" Zhao Gang asked.

"Yes, we are."

Jiang Chen deleted the distress letter, slumped back into the captain's chair, and poured himself a glass of ice-cold cola.

He looked at the star twinkling in the darkness in the distance, with no fear in his eyes.

"What do you call this?"

He chuckled and raised his glass, as if toasting that distant "Commander."

"This is called—interstellar fishing."

"The more afraid they are, the more arrogant we must be."

"After all..."

He took a sip of cola, feeling the carbon dioxide explode on the tip of his tongue, his eyes becoming incredibly playful.

"If these hunters don't dare to enter the Solar System in the future, then our spicy strips... will have to be transported over there with great difficulty to be sold."

"That would be too much trouble."

"So, not only can we not hide."

"We have to go over there with drums and gongs."

"Tell them, as long as the protection fees are paid enough, not only will I not eat you, but I can also take you to dance square dances together."

"Tell me, is this deal worth it?"

Academician Chen Shuyin was speechless.

She didn't even want to comment on the absurdity of this logic.

But precisely because of that, in her eyes looking at Jiang Chen, there was an unprecedented, complex light of being conquered.

This battle was won.

Won through technology, and even more won through this man's unfathomable, rogue-like business acumen.

"Alright."

Jiang Chen waved his hand, looking at the constantly changing star scenery outside the window. "Stop thinking about all that nonsense."

"Tonight, the whole ship gets extra food."

"Since the aliens have run away, let's celebrate."

"By the way..."

Jiang Chen seemed to remember something, turned his head to look at Zhao Gang, his tone somewhat serious:

"That unlucky Eagle Sauce astronaut, he hasn't frozen to death yet, right?"

"Scanned just now, seems he still has a breath."

"Bring him over."

Jiang Chen adjusted his collar, his face revealing again that 'nuclear-friendly' smile that made all enemies tremble:

"We have to let him see with his own eyes."

"What are the true heavy weapons of a great power."

"By the way, have him go back and pass a word to the Eagle Sauce high-level officials; these tickets... have gone up in price."