After 0.5 seconds of centrifugal rotation of the energy gun turbine, a finger-thin beam of energy pierced through the glass door and shot straight into Van Griff's brain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe thermal image of the male in Asura's eyes gradually died out, turning from fiery red to ice blue.

Asura's breathing became rapid, and he killed Fan with his own hands. Griff, the contractor who bullied him and Donnie Sr. more than once, feels a great sense of revenge, and Asura is very grateful for this opportunity given by Mr. Fuwei!

The three Snow Man Dancers screamed in panic, rushed out of the bathroom naked with foam, but saw no one, they rushed out of room 64 in horror, came to the eighth porthole, and fled in a panic.

By the time the city garrison arrived, five comrades from the Angered Star, including Sinkara and Asura, had already withdrawn from the scene, and they successfully killed Fan. Griff, successfully retreated, and completed the task without leaking.

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In the Black Rock Star orbital channel, two teams led by the bartender drove the Iceman and the Full to the "Envision" small transfer station respectively, and 11 soldiers of the Detective Company dressed in civilian clothes and carrying packages transferred to 11 planetary orbital shuttles respectively to 3 trading stations and 10 warehouses of Quaker Industries.

Before leaving, the bartender volunteered to take charge of one trading post and two warehouses, and the other soldiers said that the bartender's task was too large and that it was easy to get into trouble, so he asked the bartender to give a warehouse to others.

The bartender said to the soldiers: "This mission, the Augustine company commander has given it to me, and I have the final say!" 'Black Scourge' Company, now listen to my orders and act! With that, he picked up three packages and boarded his shuttle.

The tradition of the Pegasus Navy soldiers is loyalty, and obedience to orders is engraved in the blood, and the soldiers have no choice but to obey the bartender's orders.

Eleven small shuttles docked at target sites or warehouses looking for opportunities to plant remote-controlled liquid bombs, and all soldiers had one hour to complete their tasks, but the bartender only had an average of 20 minutes to plant a set of explosives, which was a bit stretched.

When the bartender arrives at the target trading post, it is bustling with people, and the bartender with his backpack can't find the right time.

He slipped into a bar, where there were more people, most of them ordinary citizens of the stars, and there were quite a few bounty hunters, and the bartender remembered that Fowei had deliberately instructed him to shout "There are bombs!" before leaving the trading post with explosives! To give these people time to escape, the trading post of Quaker Industries needs to be bombed, but try not to hurt the innocent.

The bartender asked for a glass of wine by the bar, and thought to himself that he must successfully complete this task, this is the first task that Mr. Fowei has given him!

"Dude!" The bartender patted the table and asked the bartender at this bar, "Where's the toilet?" ”

"Turn left when you go out, public toilet."

The bartender drank all the wine, walked out of the bar with the package on his back, turned left when he went out, and sure enough, he found a public toilet, the bartender quietly got into a toilet, locked the door, and began to install liquid explosives, which are extraordinarily powerful, and the internal liquid is specially used for mixing star thunder, and it is more than enough to blow up a space station.

The installation process is not complicated, but it still takes a few minutes, and it wastes a lot of time looking for no one in front of him, and the bartender looks down at his watch from time to time while installing, counting the time it takes to drive the shuttle over, 25 minutes have passed, and fine beads of sweat oozed from the bartender's forehead, and he must hurry up, otherwise the two warehouses behind will not have enough time.

In the 30th minute, the bartender finally finished setting up the explosives, and he leaned on the edge of the door to carefully check it, and when the bathroom was empty, he turned out of the toilet and left as if nothing had happened.

When he came to the porthole, he took a deep breath and yelled at the passers-by, "Run-!!" There's a bomb! ”

"Ahh

"Let's go, there's a bomb!"

"Get out of here, it's going to explode!"

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The trading station is not big, one to ten, ten to hundred, and soon, the entire space station is in chaos, and people are rushing to the exchange pod, escaping on their own starships, and the bartender is only the most inconspicuous one among them.

Driving the shuttle, the bartender went directly to the second target warehouse, and when he arrived, there were 26 minutes left before the blasting time.

Fortunately, there were not many people in this warehouse, and when the bartender pretended to go to pick up his personal belongings, he spent 8 minutes in the corner of the luxury compartment to complete the explosives and successfully withdraw from the warehouse.

The note read: I planted a bomb, I want to live, get out of here in 18 minutes. That's right, the bartender is a kind young man, he is only 21 and a half years old, he has never carried out a mission that must take people's lives since joining the Black Scourge Detective Company, so he can't bear to tell the guards of the Quake Industrial Warehouse such important information.

The note was handed to one of the Enraged Starmen guards in the warehouse, who looked down at the note, tore it to shreds, and followed the shuttle driven by the bartender to another warehouse in Quaker Industries.

When he arrived at the last warehouse, the bartender had only 12 minutes left, he had less than 4 minutes to find a suitable place to bury it, and the remaining 8 minutes, he had to plant explosives, by which time the bartender's comrades had completed their tasks and returned to the Envision transfer station.

In the orbit of the Black Rock Star, the three trading stations of Quaker Industries have been empty, because there are bombs, everyone does not dare to go back, but they do not leave, but they have parked in the starry sky, waiting to watch the fireworks, after all, the explosion of the space station is not something that can be seen at any time.

"It looks like it's all Quaker Industries' station!"

"Who did Quaker Industries mess with?"

"Could it be the Ifrit Ranger who did it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't think there are any bombs at all, it's a prank!"

In the starry sky, the pilots communicate with each other, talking about the "bomb" that they don't know if it exists, and at this time, there are only 5 minutes left before the explosion time.

The bartender was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, he suddenly regretted that he had big eyes and a small belly, and in an hour, he buried 3 sets of explosives, the time was really not enough, it was too hasty!

Fortunately, he had now found an empty ore tank with no one occupied, and was closing the hatch and sitting on the ground, installing the last set of liquid explosives in the package, and he looked at his watch while installing the explosives, the time was less than five minutes, but he was almost finished, and there were two or three minutes left, enough for him to escape from the warehouse in time before the explosion time came.

But he didn't notice that outside the ore cabin with the door closed, there was a person squatting, he stared at the bulkhead with bright scarlet pupils, and the bartender's every move was clearly seen, this irritated starman, holding an energy firearm, squatting outside the ore cabin.

The Enraged Starman could see the bartender's thermal image, and he was sure it was the suspicious person who had thrown the note earlier, but he wasn't going to go in and scare the snake, but instead crouched outside the small hatch, waiting for the bartender to come out of it.

He didn't wait a few minutes before the bartender ran out of the hatch, and he was in a hurry to leave, not even noticing the Angered Starman guards hiding in the corners.

A finger-thick beam of energy suddenly pierced the bartender's shoulder, the huge impact pushed him far away, the wound did not bleed, the flesh was already ripe, but the pain caused by the burn and penetrating wound was unbearable, the bartender covered his shoulder, crawled to a nearby cargo hold with difficulty, and laboriously opened the hatch and got in.

The gunfire drew a large number of guards, who questioned why the Enraged Starman had fired.

"There's a little mouse in there." The Enraged Starman said to the guards who arrived. Those guards took out their guns one after another and got into the cargo hold, and the bartender inside also took out his pistol and shot and killed a Quake industrial guard at the front, and then, in this small cargo hold, there was a fierce shootout, and a few finger-thick pillars of energy light even penetrated the outer wall of the cargo hold, burning a black mark on the outer wall of the space warehouse.

After the gunfire stopped, the Irritated Starman outside the cargo hold squinted his eyes and found that the thermal images in the cargo hold had all turned ice blue, except for the little mouse, he still had a breath.

The bartender was shot several times, his breathing became weak, he suddenly felt very scared, he looked down at his watch, there were only two minutes left, he cheered himself up in his heart, if he tried harder, maybe there was still a possibility of withdrawing!

But when he tried to move his legs, he found that the hamstring in his right leg had melted. Suddenly, the young bartender was terrified, and he sobbed violently, tears running down the tip of his nose and dripping onto the cold, hard ground.

"Long live the Black Scourge..."

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"Long live the cause of the liberation of the oppressed..."

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"Naval soldiers, always loyal..."

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"Company Commander Augustine, Mr. Foway... Bartender... I didn't disgrace you... I hope you'll be proud of me..."

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The Enraged Starman pricked up his ears and listened to the desperate whisper of the little mouse in the cargo hold, but he didn't understand what it meant, until the last mutter, he clearly heard the phrase "Mr. Fuwei", and the expression on his face changed instantly.

With 1 minute left before the explosion time, the bartender took out the high-frequency remote control, and the three sets of liquid explosives were the same remote control frequency, and he only needed to press a button to detonate all the explosives he had installed.