As the bigwigs in the group went offline to work one by one, Carl also closed his notebook and prepared to go out for a walk. After all, it's two o'clock in the afternoon, and it's not time to go to bed.

Shift back to New Eden.

Just after Karl contacted the Empire, Dean Nanshan urgently conducted a remote hologram communication with Katis.

In the newsletter, Dean Nanshan informed Katis that Carl was still alive and that his current situation could be said to be relatively good.

In a newsletter, Katis told Nanshan that she was happy to receive the news. I am also very grateful to Dean Nanshan for informing her of the news as soon as possible, so that she can settle down early.

The two began to get to the point after an official courtesy:

"Miss Kattis, that's all we have at the moment. For public and private purposes, Carl has brought back such important information for the Empire, and the Empire will go all out to rescue him no matter what! Please rest assured about this. Dean Nanshan made a solemn guarantee.

"I naturally believe in the promise of the Imperial Military, and I myself will let the family fleet cooperate with the Imperial Military in the rescue. But there are a couple of problems here:

1. How can I find this wormhole?

2. According to the information sent back by Carl, the battlefield outside the wormhole can be handled by the Imperial Navy and the family fleet. But what about inside the wormhole? I don't think that without flagship/superflag support, the routine within the quality of the wormhole allows for victory over enemies who can wield suspected miniaturized doom weapons.

3. Even after the first two problems are solved, I don't believe that the Hibernators only have one army in the wormhole. After we have solved some of them, we will definitely call for backup, and then the return journey is full of danger. How can this be ensured? Katis asked.

"Well, that's a problem! See if we can use the forces that destroy them outside the hole, and then rush in with a volley. Wait for the volley to come back directly after receiving Karl? Dean Nanshan made a suggestion that seemed very feasible.

"Dean, please wait a moment, you know I'm just a businessman. I don't know much about tactics, so I'll ask someone in my family who understands to refer to your plan. Katis admits that she doesn't understand tactics, so she decides to ask the experienced tactical commander in her family to help her refer to the tactics provided by Dean Nanshan. When Carl's safety was at stake, she wanted to be 100 percent sure, not a risky tactic.

"Butler Tono, trouble Tom. Commander Fisher was found. Katis ordered.

"The head of the house, the Chief of the General Staff of the Fleet Command of the Tashmungon Fleet, Tom. Fisher is here to report! "In came a big bald head with a height of two meters and two, dressed in an Imperial Navy uniform and bulging with muscles on his body. The door of the head was still shining with sweat, and it could be seen that it was trotting all the way. He didn't know where he had offended his own head of the house, so he immediately went to the head of the house to report as quickly as possible.

"This is Dean Nanshan, and this is a rescue plan he sent me about rescuing Carl. Everyone in my family knows that I'm not good at military affairs, so I need you now. Tom, known as the first brain of the family fleet. Lieutenant General Fisher, come and help me assess the feasibility of this plan. Katis told Tom what he had come for.

"Yes! Guaranteed mission, housemaster! "Tom. Fisher stood up facing Katis, saluted, took the rescue plan that Dean Nanshan had sent to Katis before, and took out his one-sided glasses and looked at it carefully.

After about half an hour, Tom removed the one-sided glass from his eye. He turned his head and saluted again, and presented his opinion to Dean Nanshan and Katis.

"This plan, I think it's problematic from the first half!" Tom spoke in amazement, and he continued.

"Judging by the behavior of the Hibernators in the Empire's First Star, they will repeatedly compress the mass of the wormhole to collapse after discovering an invincible opponent to achieve their own goals. Although this behavior has only occurred once in the wormhole of the Empire's first star, who can guarantee that there will not be a second such behavior? Secondly, the Empire uses flagship/super-flag troops. Who can guarantee that the Galent Federation and the so-called Republican fleet of damned slaves will sit idly by? After two questions in a row, Tom took a breath and continued.

"There is also a key point, who can guarantee that after the volley team rushes in, they can still rush back with Young Master Karl intact? According to Master Karl's previous information, there are also small ships among the hibernators who are dedicated to intercepting our interception team. Hypothetically, at the moment of the next is just a hypothesis: in case Master Karl is unlucky, the interceptor he is riding on is intercepted by the hibernators. So, I don't need to tell you the consequences, right? God can bless Young Master Carl once, but it is impossible to bless Young Master Carl all the time. That's my personal opinion! After Tom finished speaking, he saluted again.

"Well, Lieutenant General Tom. Judging by your professional eye, what is the success rate of this proposal after filling in the questions you raised? Katis asked.

"If the wormhole mass is not forcibly compressed by the opposite side, and these problems are all completed, the success rate is more than 80%. But the most important thing is how not to let the hibernator forcibly compress the wormhole quality! Tom went through these conditions in his mind and felt that as long as the hibernator did not forcibly compress the quality of the wormhole, this plan was still feasible.

"All right, Tom. Thank you very much for your contribution to retrieving Carl, and I'll have him reward you when Carl returns. Katis began to give the eviction order.

"Yes! Swear allegiance to the Empire! Tom saluted, turned and strode out.

While Cadis and Dean Nanshan were discussing how to ensure the success of the rescue plan without the hibernators forcibly compressing the quality of the wormhole, the Vorgo Domain in the distant Gadari United States, the largest trading center in New Eden. A thin, plainly dressed young man was happily counting the accounts he had just traded on ISK.

"Ten million, one hundred thousand, one million, million, ten million, billion! Oh, my God! This data core was sold for 350 million! Can I use this money to update my data analyzer? Or upgrade my ship? That's a lot of money! The young man wondered how the money should be spent.

"Hey, Mocha! Aren't you going to have some fun with the money you just got from trading? Don't you think it's a lot? Aha! A man who was full of alcohol and held a half-full wine bottle in his hand showed his yellow teeth and said to the young man in front of him.