Once upon a time, in a galaxy far away.

The republic rules over the highly developed galactic civilization, and the capital city of Coruscant is like a burning star, spreading the light and heat of civilization generously.

However, there must be shadows in the corners of the light, and poverty and decay inevitably breed in the periphery of the republic.

Bergamo, located in the outer ring of the Milky Way, has been making irregular orbits around a binary star system for the past countless years. It is occasionally mentioned, and people only lightly lament its poverty and backwardness.

However, decades ago, a politician named Jamie Brassen rose to prominence on the planet Bergamoor, and with his integrity and incorruptibility, he won the support of three billion people on the planet, became the president of Bergamoor, and sent his own puppet to the Senate of the Republic. In the capital, Coruscant, he has earned the respect of many parliamentarians with his near-flawless personal image.

In the eyes of the Senate, Jamie Brassen is honest and honest, gentle and humble, under his rule, Bergamoor has become more and more prosperous and wealthy, gradually getting rid of poverty and backwardness, and the green light of the capital has been built into a benchmark prosperous metropolis by him, which has amazed countless tourists from afar. He himself lived in poverty for decades, even wearing a patched coat when attending the Assembly of the Republic.

The so-called saints are nothing more than that.

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"Sure enough, there are no real saints in the world......

A human woman with a gray-white cloak covering her dignified and beautiful face, walked quietly in a dark and damp alleyway, looking at the crooked makeshift buildings on both sides, and the abandoned children trembling under the shelter of the buildings, she couldn't help but purse her lips and let out a sad sigh in her heart.

Not far from this alleyway, twenty meters above your head to be exact, is the proudest bustling city on the planet of Bergamoor, the green light of a steel forest. The architecture of the city is based on Coruscant, and although it is not as populated in every corner of the planet as Coruscant, it is as bright as a star for a remote and poor planet.

It's just that how many people know that under the bright skin, it has rotted to the bones? How many people know that only a handful of the three billion people in Bergamoor live a superior life in the modern buildings of the capital's [Green Dawn]?

The woman walked in silence, and a moment later, a group of sneaky figures followed behind her.

In this subterranean kingdom, women walk alone in the slums, almost throwing their best bait into the fishpond to fish.

Slave traders who crave high-class slaves, underground black doctors who search for fresh organs, murderers who take pleasure in killing, and desperate gamblers follow.

However, the woman only glanced back at the sneaky figures, and they dispersed like morning mist and sunshine, and these thugs of the underground world couldn't even remember what they were here for.

The woman didn't care, and it was not surprising that something like that had happened so many times since she came to Bergamoor. She shook her head and continued walking, all the way to a dilapidated inn, where she took off her coat in the only upscale room, and then let out a sigh of relief, clicked on the huge display that covered the entire wall of the room, and used a custom-made communication device shaped like a bracelet on her wrist to transmit new data.

Soon the walls lit up with two photographs of withered children being held like livestock in a dark cage, waiting for their fate like livestock.

In another photo, in contrast, the upper echelons of the city are drunk with money, enjoying a life comparable to that of the rich in the core of the republic.

Photographs like this have lit up an entire wall, and this is just the result of a woman's week-long visit to Bergamoor.

On the display, a variety of photos and notes are connected by lines of different colors, like a dense web, and countless clues lead to a core.

Right in the middle is a picture of the president of the planet Vegamore, Jamie Brasson!

It was this president of Bergamoor, who was well-known in Coruscant, who led to countless tragedies, and the mastermind behind almost every large criminal organization came from Jamie Brasson, who was the man behind the consortium and the top head of the gang. Before he came to power, Bergamoor was poor, but he lived peacefully, without being dehumanized. However, in just a few decades, the planet's surface is infested with criminals and bones.

All this is still unknown, Jamie Brasson still enjoys the prestige of a saint, and no one can pierce his perfect persona.

The woman stared at the clue net on the wall, silent, and at this moment, the communication ring on her arm suddenly ticked, and she placed the communication ring in front of the table, and a blue holographic projection appeared.

I saw a special-shaped head like an octopus appear in the field of vision, the four tentacles on the chin squirmed gently, showing its identity as a quarry person, and the two round eyes showed an extremely respectful gaze.

"Hats off, Honorable Jedi Master......"

Before she could finish speaking, the woman interrupted, "I have said it, please call me Mostima." ”

The people of Kwa Run looked a little cramped.

Mostima said: "Don't be nervous, just think of it as a business exchange between colleagues, you were in charge of the Republic's intelligence work in Bergamoor before, and I need your professional advice." ”

Kwa Run people were even more ashamed when they heard this: "Jamie Brasson is a very cunning politician, I have been running here for many years, and I have never been able to catch his sore feet. ”

"Being able to verify the cunning of the other party is also an important work result." Mostima comforted the people of Kwarun, "Do you have any suggestions for the next steps?" ”

With that, the Jedi Master transmitted all the information he had gathered to Agent Quarrun.

Hearing the work, the people quickly shifted their attention to their own displays, and the last two huge eyeballs were in a bloodshot state.

"Master, are these the clues you've gathered? It really deserves to be a Jedi master, and in just a few standard days, so much has been collected! Let me see...... God, this chain of evidence is very complete! Next, just add the testimony of the Star Sail Hotel and the Dawn Man......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw two new portraits of Mostima lighting up on the display screen through the communication ring, which were the leaders of the Starsail Hotel and the Twilight Man, and their information and related testimonies were transmitted at the same time.

The people of Kwa Run were simply dumbfounded: "...... It is worthy of the famous 'Almighty Jedi', so that the chain of evidence is completely formed! As long as you, Master, submit this evidence to the Senate in the name of the Jedi Order, it should be enough to be admissible, and Jamie Brasson's evil reign will end there! ”

The woman groaned, reasoned, and after a moment shook her head with a smile.

"Well, what if it's not submitted in the name of the Jedi Order? For example, if it were you, or even an ordinary person working in Bergamoor? ”

Kwa Runren was stunned for a moment, and his voice was low: "I'm afraid it's a little insufficient, the president's crimes are rarely handled by him personally, almost all of them are done by someone, and there is no strong evidence of crimes." Moreover, he runs a near-perfect personality in the Republic, everyone thinks he is a humble and incorruptible political saint, and he has the most prestigious lawyer team in the galaxy under his command, which has turned black and white upside down many times. In fact, it is far-fetched to bring down a political strongman who has controlled the planet for decades with legal evidence, which is why I hope you will ...... it."

"In the name of the Jedi, to bring him down? Then the essence of this matter becomes that I use the influence of the Jedi to forcibly interfere with the judgment of the Senate. Because I can't get used to him, I use the influence of the Jedi to ask the Senate to judge him under the cloak of law, what is the difference between this and a tyrant who acts arbitrarily? ”

Kuarun people thought for a long time, and reluctantly suggested: "If you must collect real evidence from the legal level, then it is not without a trick. Now that the Jedi Council has decided to investigate Jamie Brasson, wouldn't it be okay for you to go straight to the president and let him reveal the truth on his own? It's the kind of hypnotic technique that only Jedi use......"

The Jedi Master deeply regretted this realization: "The Force technique mastered by the Jedi is a double-edged sword, and it is true that I can use the Force to confuse Jamie's mind and make him confess his crimes, but in the same way, I can also use this technique to bring innocent people to justice, so the testimony obtained through hypnosis is not admissible." In addition, since Jamie Brassen is highly cunning, it is entirely possible that he will respond in advance, so that he will not confide in the truth while he is hypnotized. ”

Kwa Runren said helplessly: "If you say so, the problem is very troublesome, Jamie has been running Bergamoor for so long, and the whole planet is like a combination of a labyrinth and a spider web, and it is difficult to lock him through peripheral clues." If I had to say anything, I could only try to find the legendary manor. It has been said that the president has built a private mansion on the outskirts of green twilight, where he lives in luxury. What's more, he entertains some of his fellow guests at the estate, where most of his crimes were engineered. But I've been investigating for years, but I haven't been able to find the slightest clue about the manor......"

As he spoke, the people of Kwarun suddenly heard the communication ring on the table start tinkling again, and the woman's cold face instantly melted a little - although it was only a little, but the people of Kwaren were sure that they were not dazzled.

Mostima said, "I've already asked my apprentice to investigate Jamie's estate. ”

Kwa Runren was stunned: "Apprentice? You didn't come alone? ”

"Yes, and my apprentice Sean, who is still in his studies, is already 17 years old but is still very immature and needs more training, so I asked him to go downtown to investigate the intelligence of the presidential estate."

The people of Kwa Run were only stunned for a while: "Master, Jamie has always attached great importance to the secrets of the manor, and anyone who dares to investigate privately will be in danger of his life!" Not to mention Downtown, many of my elite agents have disappeared from the world in Downtown! ”

"Yes, so I told him to be more careful when investigating."

"It's not a matter of carelessness, your apprentice should still be just an apprentice, right? IMHO, even a Jedi who has mastered the skills of the Force ......"

However, as he spoke, Mostima had already reached out and pressed the multiplayer communication button on the communication ring, and suddenly another projection appeared next to the octopus head.

It was a human boy who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old...... Kwa Run people are not very good at distinguishing human age and beauty and ugliness, but when he saw this black-haired and black-eyed teenager, he immediately felt a sense of intimacy.

And the other party took the initiative to say hello to himself.

"Good afternoon, Master! This is Agent Squark, it's a pleasure to meet you! I have read your "Bergamole Investigation Report", and the work is really very meticulous and admirable! ”

The rough skin of the Quarun people was touted and bloody: "This, this is too ashamed, there have been no reliable results for several years......"

"No, it is precisely because your work has not yielded any results that the Republic has asked the Jedi Order to send a Master to investigate, thus essentially speeding up the investigation process. I believe that the people of Baigamore will remember your contribution in the future! ”

Quarun: "......"