145: Chapter 145 This is what you call a piece of junk?! Foreigners are scrambling for indenture contracts!

The wreckage of the "freedom eagle," snapped into two, exploded violently in mid-air.

The blinding fireball lit up the sky above the Yunshen Secret Realm as bright as day, and a massive airwave mixed with burning metal fragments rained down on the ruins below like a torrential downpour.

Smith, the Supreme Commander of the North American Region, was left with nothing—not even a speck of dust.

The public channel after the merger of the entire region was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Just minutes ago, Smith had been boasting arrogantly, demanding that the Huaxia players hand over their supplies and women.

A few minutes later, this super fleet that had been running rampant in District 001 was smashed into a sky full of scrap metal in the most brutal way by a dark red mobile fortress.

"Tiantian, clear the field." Yu Feng stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of the Captain's room and casually tossed his lighter onto the coffee table, his tone as flat as if he were ordering someone to sweep the floor.

"Got it!" Shen Tiantian's hands flew across the main control console.

The system command was issued.

The "One-Click Absolute Looting" function of the Infinite Portable Space was fully activated.

A spectacular scene appeared above the ruins. Within a radius of several kilometers, the supplies dropped by thousands of North American heavy fighters didn't even have a chance to hit the ground.

Those Level 5 and Level 6 North American exclusive crystal cores emitting high-level energy fluctuations, thick stacks of advanced fighter blueprints, and tons of special aviation fuel.

These top-tier resources, enough to make players across the server go mad with envy, turned into countless brilliant streams of light in mid-air, converging into a dazzling galaxy that surged frantically into the belly of the crimson hunter fighter jet.

The resource reserve numbers on the main control screen began to jump wildly at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Especially the items dropped by Smith's Level 7 peak battleship.

An advanced safe emitting a dark golden glow was sucked directly into the Portable Space.

On the periphery.

Xiao Zhantian sat in the command aircraft, watching the sky full of flowing light, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"This isn't a damn war; it's a wholesale operation..." Zhao Xiaolan muttered to herself in the co-pilot's seat, her eyes fixed in a stare.

Jue Ying threw away the cigarette butt he had crushed out of shape, slapped the console hard, and laughed heartily: "Serves them right! How arrogant were these foreign devils just now? Trying to act like big shots in front of God Yu, and now they're all working for us!"

Li Tianbao of the Tianxia Alliance wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, the last bit of scheming in his heart completely crushed.

He was now incredibly grateful that he had chosen to kowtow immediately. If he had been as stubborn as those North American players, he'd probably have had his ashes scattered by now.

In the sky, the few hundred remaining fighters from the North American Region that had luckily escaped the collision hovered in place, their engines all trembling.

Run?

That 180-ton monster in front of them could slice a Level 7 flagship in half with one hit. How could their few hundred pieces of scrap metal possibly run?

If they so much as turned around, they'd probably be vaporized the next second by that thick magic energy beam.

Not run?

Once that red fighter turned around, they would all die!

Their psychological defenses completely collapsed under the absolute suppression of force.

In the regional public channel, a chaotic outburst of crying and shouting suddenly erupted.

"Surrender! We surrender! Don't fire!"

"Sir! Please spare us! We'll give you all the supplies; we don't want a single screw!"

"I have a wife and children at home; I don't want to die in this wasteland!"

The originally high-and-mighty foreign elites were now using various clumsy translation software to wail and plead for mercy in the channel.

They didn't even care about their dignity anymore, almost kowtowing to Yu Feng from within their cockpits.

Yu Feng leaned back on the leather sofa, legs crossed, listening to the wailing in the channel and curling his lip.

"Weren't you going to collect a toll just now?" Yu Feng pulled the microphone closer, his voice carrying a reckless arrogance. "Now you know fear?"

The wailing in the channel suddenly stopped.

"Listen up." Yu Feng tapped the armrest twice. "My plane doesn't take trash. Especially male trash."

"You useless lot aren't even worthy of carrying my shoes."

With a flick of his wrist, dozens of shimmering Absolute Subordination Contracts were tossed to the very top of the public channel via the system trading panel.

"I'm only short of slaves to serve tea, pour water, and mop the floors. Women with top-tier bodies and looks, sign this contract, and I'll leave you a way to live."

Yu Feng paused, his tone suddenly turning sharp: "As for the remaining men, either get out of my sight or die!"

As soon as these words came out, the North American remnants completely exploded.

Those male players who usually prided themselves on being gentlemen were now cursing furiously, but they only dared to do so in their private chat channels; they didn't dare utter a peep in the public channel.

However, the female players in the North American fleet acted as if they had grabbed onto their last life-saving straw.

In the wasteland world, living was more important than anything else. Moreover, the defense and firepower displayed by this dark red super fighter were entirely at the level of a divine sanctuary.

So what if they became dogs? Being a dog on this plane was ten thousand times better than waiting to die in the toxic mist!

"I'll sign! Sir! I'll sign!"

"Choose me! I'm a North American supermodel, 178cm tall, I can do anything! I know everything!"

The public channel was instantly flooded with a massive number of revealing private photos and videos.

These blonde beauties and top-tier foreign mares, who were once high-and-mighty on Hollywood Boulevard or at billionaire parties, completely tore off their masks to fight for those few dozen contract slots.

"Bitch! Get lost! That contract is mine!"

"A fat pig like you deserves to be on the Commander's plane? Go die!"

An even more absurd scene unfolded.

Among the remnant North American fleet, several fighters piloted by female players actually turned on their fire control systems and opened fire on their teammates next to them just to snatch a contract slot.

Machine guns swept wildly in the air, their own people fighting their own people, all just to become a slave on that red fighter.

Chu Yu pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and shook her head as she watched the farce on the main control screen.

Xia Qinglan and Vice President Bai Yating stood to the side, watching the ugly display of these foreign women, and a sense of superiority arose in their hearts for no reason.

At least when they signed their contracts, it wasn't this lowly.

Alisa leaned against Yu Feng, watching her compatriots kill each other to survive; there wasn't a hint of sympathy in her blue eyes, only a sense of relief.

"Brother Yu Feng, these people are too noisy." Alisa pressed against Yu Feng, her plump curves rubbing against his arm.

Yu Feng patted her waist and casually selected the contract applications of a dozen or so blonde female players whose looks and figures were indeed beyond reproach.

"That's enough." Yu Feng was a bit impatient.

The dozen or so top-tier blonde female players who successfully signed the contracts danced with joy and immediately piloted small flying craft, eagerly flying toward the logistical bay of the eerie red fighter.

As for the remaining male players and the female players who weren't chosen.

"Tiantian." Yu Feng leaned back on the sofa. "Sweep with the machine guns; drive away the flies."

" receive！"

Six 12cm aviation machine guns instantly extended and fired a deafening round of blind shots into the sky.

Dense armor-piercing shells grazed the scalps of the remaining North American fighters, scaring them out of their wits. They immediately floored the throttles and fled frantically in all directions like headless flies, completely leaving the core area.

In the formation of Dragon Country players, a thunderous cheer erupted.

"Satisfying! That's so damn satisfying!"

"That'll teach you to act tough! Trying to collect protection fees from us, and now you're all God Yu's dogs!"

This wave of dimensional reduction strike pushed the morale of the entire District 360 to its peak. Everyone looked at that dark red mobile fortress with nothing but awe and fanatical worship.

However, just as the North American fleet had been cleared out.

From the sky above the Ancient Interstellar Ruins, a very dull sound of space tearing came again.

A crimson system announcement popped up.

[District 005 (Western European Region) space barrier has been lifted! Connecting to the core area!]

The next second, thousands of fighters with uniform paint jobs and large cross patterns on their wings roared through the clouds, pressing down on this airspace in a grand procession.

The strongest guild of the Western European Region, the "Templar Knights," had entered the field.