Chapter 105: Enlightenment
Roy pursed his lips and suppressed his anger, his face pale with anger. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
The Federation is rotten from the roots.
To be honest, if the Zerg invasion hadn't killed so many people, Roy really felt that it would be good if the Federation was gone.
"You don't have to worry too much, there are still many people on the Cardamom who are still your father, and the Lefebble family can't make a big storm." Uncle continued, "Your father's men will try to slow down the Cardamom as much as possible. But I don't know if you understand the principles of starship sailing. The speed of the starship must be kept above a horizontal line, and if it falls, the starship will be out of the Hawking state, unable to jump, and then it can only crawl forward in the universe little by little like a turtle. With the distance between the Federation and the Empire, by the time they sail to their destination, it is estimated that the grandsons of the crew will be in their seventies and eighties, not to mention the time debt between them and usβwhich is why your father was so famous back then. The desperately vast distance between interstellar matter has been suddenly shortened. Piloting a starship in Hawking's state is like racing on a highway full of cans. β
"Well, how much time do we have?" Roy asked.
"Forty days at most, starting from the Cardamom." As he spoke, his uncle's eyes fluctuated.
Roy grabbed it: "What else?" Uncle, don't hide it from me. β
Uncle obviously didn't want to say it, but Roy was more determined than him. After a period of soft grinding and hard foaming, my uncle was defeated: "This case has been accepted, a homigre." β
In other words, federal officials do not recognize the fact that the father was justified after being attacked.
Even if it is a definite fact, as long as it harms their interests, they will close their eyes and pretend not to see.
Roy was already out of anger. She calmly asked her uncle, "Then how much time do we have?" β
Uncle shook his head. "I don't know. In short, it won't be long. β
The Cardamom will certainly be intercepted and then asked to open the container.
By then, even Tom? Lefeebler is still alive, so what? If he was alive, he would only be interpreted as fate, and would Lefable's gang be kind enough to believe that his father had let him go, and then gave him a free ticket for a long voyage.
But the melancholy and elegant intelligence officer in his previous life once ganged up to assassinate others? Why do you feel that this image doesn't match very well?
"Okay. Why did they assassinate their father? Roy asked, "Robbery?" Employed? Or is it just that my father is not pleasing to the eye? β
"Someone hired." Uncle told Roy with certainty, "Someone is going to put your father to death." β
"This person hasn't been found yet."
"Yes."
Roy's fists clenched slowly.
Her uncle's hand was comfortingly covered over her hand, and he also warned her not to act indiscriminately. "Those two living minions were brought back by your father and found their upline after torture. It's a pity that they are just small shrimps at the very end. Your father seems to have gotten some very important information a while ago, so you don't have to worry. β
"Isn't the clue broken?" Roy asked his uncle.
Uncle choked.
"Can you stop taking me for a fool! I am not blind or deaf. It's brains in my skull, not cauliflower! β
Roy's chest heaved.
But before her uncle persuaded her to calm down, she pressed down on her fluctuating emotions. After combing his messy hair, Roy sat there, his eyes were hard and empty for a while, and he turned his head: "In that case, how could the young master of the Lefebble family be in the team that attacked his father?" β
Take Tom? Reffieble's position, with the ability of the Lefebble family, he could hire a group of thugs, sit in the office by himself, blow the air conditioner, and rest his feet on the desk and blow the news in a small tune. Why bother to go into battle yourself, and "almost" lose your life.
"You don't know, that little master of the Lefebble family is really a little gangster. With his background, no matter how mixed he is, he should be a gentleman, right, but he is good, he has been hanging out with those street gangsters since he was a child, and doing some things that are not in the flow such as collecting protection money, and the street fight is a big event for the small group he stays in. The uncle explained, "In this case, I investigated the Lefebble family, and they must have really not known that the heirs of their family were involved in such a stupid operation, that when they went to the customs to make trouble, they thought that their young master was just going to steal money." β
"So...... It seems that the person behind the curtain is even in the shadow of the Lefebble family? Roy asked.
Who can have so much energy.
Or was it an accident for the man behind the scenes?
After all, the steel spear guns were all carried, and those gangsters should not have expected that it would be themselves who died.
But in Tom? After Lefebble's "death", judging from the speed of Lefeble's family's movements, first of all, the person behind the scenes is very well-informed, and second, he is very adaptable.
It's hard to deal with.
Roy suddenly didn't know what to do.
Worries from afar and near, all together.
Hurry up and open the container and fish out the young master of the Lefebler family, this road is basically impassable. Even Tom? Reifeble was so desperate that if the family's men on the Cardamom found out that he was indeed locked up in the hold, the father would at best be able to go from murder to attempted murder.
But if it is not saved, the case has been accepted, and it will not be long before the cargo hold of the Cardamom will be forcibly opened.
Does that make a difference?
The only way may be to catch up with the official people of the Federation, unknowingly catch people, avoid the Lai family on the Cardamom, and hide somewhere else.
This is actually the hard one. Whether it succeeds or not, it's not something she can control.
Next step.
Roy's brain exploded. She looked up when she heard her uncle calling her.
The uncle had already screamed several times, a little worried, and asked her if she was feeling unwell.
Roy shook his head. It's not yet time to run out of water. Anyway, Tom? Refebble is still alive, so that's easy. If you are optimistic, it should not be a problem to spend a lot of money to dredge up the relationship, hire a good lawyer, and save your father's life.
No matter who it is, there is hope in life.
When the nerves relax a little, the brain becomes more active. Roy is really curious, Tom? What has Lefebble experienced in the past eight years?
Mixing in the streets, threatening hawkers, collecting protection money, and knowing the movements of the Zerg surprise attack team in the future, and assassinating high-ranking officials of the empire without knowing it, there are too many people who are forced to be poor......
Could it be that the brain was poked by a nail and then "opened"?
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The blood receded from Roy's face. Her lips were whiter than paper.
(To be continued.) )