Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 413 The Predator Trapping Plan (12)

The wreckage of that fighter jet appeared to have been dumped at N613 many years ago, its fuselage corroded and rusted by wind and sand.

However, judging from the model number, it is one of the most technologically advanced fighter jets on planet A001.

Yan Zhen had seen this kind of fighter jet in the data. It was very expensive. Even on a highly developed and wealthy planet like A001, only the most elite nobles could afford to use it.

Logically, even if a fighter jet of this level is scrapped, its parts should be dismantled and reused. However, this fighter jet was dumped as garbage in N613.

It's such a waste of resources.

Yan Zhen and Shen Rong landed at a nearby location and crawled into the wreckage.

Although it is wreckage, the interior of this priceless fighter jet is well preserved. The cockpit seats are made of some kind of high-tech material. After dusting off the thick layer of dust, they are comfortable and ergonomic.

Yan Zhen decisively decided to remove the chair and take it back with him.

After removing the seats, Yan Zhen inspected the aircraft and spent most of the day removing the fighter jet's black box.

Before leaving, she saw a planetarium the size of a baby's fist in the corner of the cockpit. It was strangely cute, so she pried it off with her.

When the two men got out of the fighter jet carrying their things, they found three men surrounding an aircraft parked not far away.

Yan Zhen and Shen Rong immediately went on alert, raising their guns: "Hey! What are you doing!"

The three men turned around at the same time. One of the middle-aged men immediately raised his hands and said with a smile, "Don't misunderstand, we mean no harm."

Yan Zhen pointed his gun at him: "Step back, stay away from my aircraft!"

The three obediently stepped back a short distance, and the middle-aged man asked, "Friend, did you repair these two aircraft?"

Yan Zhen frowned, and instead of answering, asked, "What?"

“I’ve seen you guys several times. Having an aircraft is definitely much more convenient,” the middle-aged man said. “If you know how to repair them, could you repair a few for us to use as transportation? I’ll pay you for it.”

Seeing that the other party truly meant no harm, Yan Zhen considered it for a moment and asked, "What kind of reward?"

"What do you want?" the middle-aged man asked. "Medicine, food, combat uniforms, and firearms—we have all of those."

After discussing it with Shen Rong, Yan Zhen agreed to repair five aircraft for them in exchange for ten liters of disinfectant, three sets of combat uniforms, and three guns.

Yan Zhen was very cautious when "doing business" in N613 for the first time. Whether she was going to the garbage dump with these men to pick out damaged aircraft or during the repair process, she was protected by Shen Rong the whole time.

It took a week to repair all five aircraft.

The middle-aged man readily paid the agreed-upon fee and even gave them an extra box of compressed biscuits and a bag of salt.

"My name is Graven, let's be friends," the middle-aged man said. "I'll come back to you if I need anything in the future."

Yan Zhen accepted the gifts: "No problem, no problem."

Having spent time with Graven these past few days, Yan Zhen has learned quite a bit from him.

For example, Graven is an indigenous inhabitant of N613. After the planet was abandoned by interstellar civilizations, he formed an alliance with many other indigenous people who were unable to leave and struggled to survive there.

There are hundreds of alliances like this throughout N613, large and small. His alliance is the largest in the entire C area, with more than 400 members.

“Our alliance has no shortage of food and supplies, the base living environment is safe and comfortable, and we are in dire need of talent like you.” Graven extended an olive branch to Yan Zhen, “Ms. Jiang, would you like to consider joining us? I will treat you with the utmost respect.”

Yan Zhen shook his head: "No, thank you."

Graven tried to persuade him a few more times, but seeing Yan Zhen's resolute attitude, he had no choice but to give up.

"Our base has a huge demand for aircraft. If you have time, repair a few more, and we'll come to pick them up in a while."

“Okay,” Yan Zhen said, “but I want a different kind of payment.”

Graven asked, "What do you want?"

Yan Zhen glanced at the biscuits and salt Shen Rong was holding, licked his peeling lips, and asked, "Are there any green vegetables?"

The N613 was barren; she had almost forgotten what leafy greens tasted like.

Graven smiled wryly, "No, how about some canned fruit?"

“Okay.” Yan Zhen waved his hand at him. “I have other things to do and don’t have much time to repair the aircraft. Come back in a month to pick it up.”

"it is good."

After saying goodbye to Graven, Yan Zhen and Shen Rong returned to their lodgings.

Upon hearing the sound of the aircraft landing, Haier immediately stepped out of the cabin and said, "You're back."

Yan Zhen stepped off the aircraft and tossed the salt and compressed biscuits to Haier: "Refrigerator, here you go."

Haier was hit by a pile of things.

He picked up the bag of salt and brought it close to his eyes to examine it carefully.

Recognizing that it was salt, he was overjoyed: "Salt! Where did it come from?"

"I earned it by working," Yan Zhen said.

"I'll stew black quail meat for you guys tonight!" Haier happily carried the things into the kitchen.

Shen Rong opened a bag of compressed biscuits, chewing as she asked, "Why did you call it the refrigerator?"

Yan Zhen: "...Just blurted it out."

After saying that, she picked up the black box and jumped into the spaceship.

After installing the black box into the spaceship, Yan Zhen climbed onto the roof.

A row of solar energy collectors and a giant energy storage device were placed on top to store energy for the spaceship.

Yan Zhen checked the values ​​in the storage device, estimated that it was about right, flipped the switch, and then climbed back into the spaceship to try to start it up.

She had tried to start it up several times before due to insufficient energy collection, but all attempts failed.

Yan Zhen didn't have much hope this time either, but when he pressed the switch, the cockpit made two malfunctioning noises, and then the monitor in front of him lit up.

Yan Zhen: "!!!"

Her heart raced instantly, and she immediately sat in the driver's seat and started other programs.

However, less than twenty seconds into the operation, the monitor displayed "Low Power" and then the screen went dark.

Yan Zhen: "..."

The collector was placed on the roof of the cabin for more than half a month, and the value of the collector was close to the full value. Even so, the collected energy was only enough to start the spaceship for twenty seconds!

The energy required to start the spaceship was far greater than she had imagined.

Yan Zhen opened his watch and wrote down the words "update collector and storage device" in the memo.

After doing all that, Yan Zhen leaned back in the driver's seat and sighed dejectedly.

Just then, Shen Rong's voice came from outside: "Jiang Ti, dinner is ready."

"We're here," Yan Zhen replied, preparing to disembark from the spaceship.

However, when she got up, she tripped over something on her ankle, lost her balance, and fell forward, landing on the monitor.

The crash triggered some kind of malfunction, causing a clicking or rattling sound from the cockpit.

This time the display didn't light up, but after the malfunction beep, there was even louder noise coming from inside, followed by two gunshots.

Upon hearing the first gunshot, Yan Zhen instinctively ducked into the cockpit to hide.

She quickly realized that the two gunshots weren't from an attack on their landing site, but rather came from inside the spaceship—

It's that black box!