The princess not only came by herself, but also called His Excellency Tata. No wonder the lineup is so large, this is simply the space station's guard fleet, and Bao Buqi also borrowed some troops from Canedi II, such as those huge battleships, just a living space station, there is really no need to raise so many large attack weapons.

It's no wonder that after running such a long distance, and the middle way is full of low-security and sovereign galaxies, Tata will definitely not allow his daughter to travel alone. But he and his daughter have a basic bottom line of being human beings, and they still keep their promises to their life-saving benefactors and will do their best to repay them.

It's a pity that Tata and Princess Flower Poison don't dare to show their heads no matter how pleasant they are, he doesn't need imperial noble friends now, he just needs to arrange this cruiser and Sandra properly. In this way, he can travel lightly and leave a backhand that no one can imagine.

"Dear Sir, rest assured, no matter what your difficulties, please do not forget that there is also the friendship of the Tarsta family in the distant Sedin system. I fully understand your message, and this ship and its captives will be kept in safe custody until you come to claim it, and I look forward to seeing you......"

After a delay of about an hour, Tata's fleet began to return, and the cruiser was connected by a pitch-black battleship, like a shark attached to it? The fish turned into a ray of white light and disappeared into the starry sky.

"I now admit that you are an artist, and that no art can depict the sinister and the good of the human heart. But we'd better not meet in that capacity, and I wish you and your daughter happiness. This is what Hong Tao wants to say to Tata but can't say, he doesn't want to involve this vicious-looking, inherently upright man and his family again.

They can't afford to play this game, not even Canedi II. In addition, Hong Tao never thought that Canedi II was a good thing, and if he was, he would not have played with the Canedi for so many years.

Gordon was annoyed, and the Angel Consortium had lost eleven escort warships and nineteen pilots in just one month, including four clone pilots.

The specific types of warships are even more varied, including assault ships, interception ships, interceptor ships, combat reconnaissance ships, and even a logistics ship, all of which have been destroyed in an unknown way.

No, it's not wrecked, it's dismantled, it's all dismantled into parts. No need to ask any tactical professionals, Gordon himself can analyze them as the work of a group. But this group of people is elusive, and everyone who has seen them is now a tiny particle floating in the universe, and the methods are very cruel, leaving no one alive.

Four clients have already announced the suspension of their security service contracts with the Angel Consortium, and if they continue to be hired, they will not only not be protected, but will also invite danger to their own cargo ships and mining fleets.

Whether or not to re-employ in the future depends on the outcome of the situation. If the Coalition of Angels can't quell this very targeted attack in a short period of time, they will have to end this cooperation and find other ways.

War, that's right, for the Angel Consortium, this is Chiguoguo's declaration of war. At present, the headquarters has not intervened in this matter, but a sternly worded notice has been sent, instructing Gordon to settle this farce perfectly, otherwise the possibility of replacing him cannot be ruled out.

These days, Gordon has not been idle, mobilizing the intelligence agencies and special service fleets of almost all the angel complexes in the Federation to investigate possible competitors one by one. But the results were very frustrating because nothing came of it.

In the past ten years, the angel consortium has almost monopolized the entire industry, even if there are still some peers, but they are engaged in relatively basic security services, not to rob the business of the angel consortium, but more like picking up the gaps in this industry.

After calculating it, it was not calculated that even one family had suspected behavior, in fact, this result Gordon had predicted before the investigation, if he was so unconfident in himself, how could he become the spokesperson and business director of the Angel Consortium.

After eliminating the vicious competition in the same industry, Gordon focused his attention on the major pirate forces. There is no competition in the industry between being a bodyguard and being a pirate, but there must be frequent conflicts, even if there is collusion between the high-level on both sides, but the pirate organization is not an army, and there is not so strong discipline, and this relationship cannot be too clearly explained.

As soon as "......" sorted out a few suspected targets that had clashed with the Angel Guardians and caused losses, the master of the carry-on suddenly screamed. Gordon didn't want to interrupt his train of thought at this time, but the people who could contact him directly were important customers, and he couldn't answer them.

“…… Miss Gora! Wouldn't you also be here to ask for guilt" The virtual image lit up, and it was a young and gorgeous woman inside, and Gordon couldn't help but cheer up, trying not to show his tiredness on his face.

Sanger. Gorra, who used to be just a big family lady, didn't care much about Gordon, but now it's different, the poetry group has made a splash with its new alloy with superior performance, and has won large orders from the federal navy and the Ministry of Unification. Had it not been for the Federal Government's vehemently opposition, it is estimated that the amount of orders from the Reich and the Republic would have been much greater.

As one of the heads of the Poetry Group, this eldest lady has an extra layer of strong woman halo, and she and Claire of the Jiarui family have become the first choice for the marriage of the descendants of many powerful families in the Federation and even the Empire. If anyone can marry these two back, it will be really profitable.

At present, the poetry group is not a first-class large group, and it is not even qualified for the second-class, at most it has a bright future. But no matter with the support of any big family, it will soar, whether it can surpass industry giants like United Mining in a short period of time is hard to say, at least not too bad.

In addition to the promising future, the Poetry Group is also a big customer of the Angel Consortium, and the security forces of more than a dozen mining teams and several industrial space stations rely on angel mercenaries. The two mining teams of the Poetry Group were attacked this time, and Miss Gora, who usually doesn't show up at all, suddenly took the initiative to contact her, obviously not to send warmth.

"Mr. Gordon is a quick talker, I'm not here to ask for guilt, the mine team has suffered no losses, but your mercenaries have suffered heavy losses." It is true that Sanger did not ask the teacher for the crime, but his words were full of schadenfreude.

"Miss Gora, then you ......" Gordon was confused and didn't know how to open his mouth.

"That's right, Miss Claire and I have looked at the record data of the mining team, and we think that the attacker's offensive method is more distinctive, and we want to continue to study and analyze. But the mining team is too far away, and the data is not very complete. ”

Even if there was no frustration on his face, Sanger could guess what Gordon was feeling at the moment. If it weren't for Claire's urgent need for these materials, she would have a bunch of taunting words waiting for her. If Gordon hadn't revealed Aite's brain data to the Sasha people, he wouldn't have been ambushed by the Bloodfighters. In this respect, he really does not deserve sympathy.

"Miss Claire's request should naturally be met as much as possible, but I don't have too perfect data in my hands, and the other party has dismantled all the destroyed spaceship masterminds, and they have been cleaned, leaving no valuable clues. You must know the origin of the Angel Consortium, but I have asked everyone I can ask more than once, and I still have no clue about this method of warfare. If Miss Claire can see anything from this, can she ......?"

After listening to Sanger's request, Gordon's heart completely fell back into his stomach, and now all the people who can provide clues are friends of the Angel Consortium, and there is no need to hide this kind of information, and someone who offered to help was just asking for it.

"That's natural, and in the interests of the company, we don't want the mining team to encounter such emergencies often." Sanger smiled gracefully, and then cut off the communication.

"I won't tell you if there are no clues! Whoever it is, it's better to kill all of you serious pirate smugglers! Before the virtual screen had completely disappeared, the smile on Sengal's face was gone, replaced by vicious swearing. This is really not angry, when she heard that the mercenary fleet of the Angel Consortium had been attacked, more than once or twice, her initial reaction was to applaud.