"Please be seated." Joanna said, sitting across from Sofia after she sat down on the couch.

"What's the matter?" Joanna asked bluntly.

"Nearly twenty years later, your hostility still hasn't gone away, Taylor." Sofia said with a smile on her face.

"Now your son is grown up, and smart, sophisticated, and quite fatherly, and I am still almost alone."

"You are Lady Heinrich, Countess, and as far as I know, your husband, Mr. Schneider, is still alive." Joanna said.

"So it's 'almost', we've been busy with each other's careers all these years, and it's rare to have the opportunity to meet."

"I envy you, Joanna." Sofia's demeanor gracefully stroked the ends of her hair, and her pale blue eyes shone with a strange sheen.

"Do you envy me, the ugly girl of the farmer and the housewife who has no career to speak of?" Joanna smiled faintly.

"Yes, if there is a possibility of fate in this world, I will not hesitate to exchange with you."

"It's just if, and why do you think I'll agree to your so-called 'exchange'?" Joanna looked into her eyes.

"You've always been hostile to me." Sofia sighed.

"Why did you come to my house?"

"I've got something to tell you."

"Is it Robert's business?"

"Yes."

"Okay, let's talk openly, stop squirming, are you with Robert?" Joanna asked quietly.

"Robert and I have never been together." Sofia replied calmly.

"He chose you, didn't he? Whatever I have done to you, you have won him in the end, and you have won and I have lost, does that not quell your years of enmity? ”

"I didn't say I was hostile, tell me, why did you come to me, if it wasn't for you and Robert, what could it be?"

"When was the last time you saw Robert?"

"More than half a year ago."

"I mean the last call."

"Why do you ask this? Don't...... Did something happen to Robert? Joanna was visibly flustered.

"He's fine, Joanna." Sofia sighed.

"I am now formally informing you in my capacity as an official of the Security Committee of the Silver League, Joanna. Ms. Kent, your husband Robert. Kent and his subordinates are still stranded in the Zoroastrian system after Fakhl declared independence, and according to preliminary judgments, it is almost certain that they have been illegally detained, and the exact situation has not yet begun, and the details are not clear, but I can assure you that the Interbank government is taking the best measures to save him and the staff of the Interbank government......"

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It's really the entrance to hell......

Fazzani had spent half his life in the Second Fleet of the Silver Alliance, and he had had almost countless experiences of crossing the stargates, but it wasn't until he was promoted by his superiors to become a battlefield adjuster who controlled the functional panels in the command deck that he really had the opportunity to see them in their entirety with the naked eye, not on the turret aiming screen.

Since then, with each of his promotions, from tactical weapons control, command and dispatch officer, second officer to pilot, to commander of the Nuwa-class cruiser 'Land Prophet', he has stayed in the command cabin with huge portholes and a panoramic view of everything in his path.

And every time he saw the star gate, he would silently make the same comment in his heart.

"Damn the gates of hell!" He cursed in an inaudible voice.

At the beginning of his second term, the chairman of the Silver League, Wen Zhong, retired from the fleet early with the mediocre and reluctant retirement of the fleet after the military council's disarmament bill was formally implemented in order to fulfill his campaign promises.

Just as he was about to bury himself with alcohol and a curse on the bureaucrats of the Silver Alliance, he entered the ace brigade of the Volunteer Army smoothly in the last breath of his prime. So he picked up a high salary and did familiar errands.

For the next two years, he and his men were stationed in the military airport that Forkus had built for them in the Itong system, guarding against the unnecessarily well-guarded threat of the well-behaved Feathered People, and the betrayal of the timid Mouse Kezmians who had no point in guarding against.

Replaced by a younger cadet from his position as commander of the ship, Fazzani spent the final stages of his humble career as the lowest-ranked quartermaster in the Second Fleet's logistics department.

He once thought that he had finally survived the days of hardship and fatigue, and that he could comfortably find a harbor for himself to eat and drink and wait for retirement in the bloated cheese mountain of the Military Commission.

But Dino. Patrick. Fazani had no idea that one day in the near future, in his lifetime, he would still have to lead a well-equipped, well-trained, but inexperienced reserve force to this entrance to hell, and still have to fight his way through the damn Star Gate Eye for his life!

......

In the eye, the wormhole storm that rolled into a spiral slowly shrank inward, and the magnetic storm lightning suddenly appeared and disappeared in an instant, reflecting the huge, inexplicable, terrifying, and ugly inner appearance of the stargate.

Although this colossal cosmic spectacle was still a few light seconds away from the counterinsurgency fleet, the porthole of the command cabin was still completely filled with the terrifying giant face of Anahi's stargate.

All this must be instigated by the horror family! They were the ones who drove the guts of Kezmia rats mad!

Fazzani even remembers the day it happened, when he was drinking koji wine in the sauna and then suddenly popped out of the 'Autumn Style' channel. Fahle's disgusting face, he wanted to crush it completely! Not for anything else, just to let him pass through this damn stargate again! This made him a goddamn stargate that he had been appearing in nightmares for years!

"What about the initial detection?" Fazzani tried his best to control his tone, and in his career, he had always pretended to be good, and no one had any doubts about the fear in his heart.

"Commander, nothing unusual was noted." His lieutenant Nicole. Lieutenant Colonel Xiao reported to him in a sweet and crisp voice.

Unlike the vice-chairman of the Security Committee, Belém. Rosenwell's near-perverted abhorrence of the functional title of the Silver Alliance, Dino. Fazani likes to be called 'grown-up' by his subordinates, especially from the mouths of the blonde beauties who have been carefully selected to be his assistants.

"Gamma values, NMR distributions, force field sources, and phase vibrations? I want a full set of Stargate threat detection, Nichole. He gave orders.

"Yes, sir." The assistant meticulously conveyed his instructions to the command cabin control personnel.