Sending the two people who came to visit away, the bald head turned around and ordered, "Go, help me contact Captain Milo." ”

The men under him retreated, looking down at the words recorded on Zhi's brain, and sneered in their hearts.

"It's really hard to find a place to step on iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there."

This text is clearly the recipe for a dose of medicine, and it is exactly what he has been trying to get before.

Before, the reason why he spared that thief-eyed guy was so that he could identify the woman who had just walked out, the woman who had sold him the solution on the formula.

After the thief-eyed guy helped him identify this woman, the bald head known as "Sixth Master" was still worried, how to get this woman to obediently hand over the formula.

But I never expected that this woman would take the initiative to come to the door, and she would ask to see her by name.

"She seems to know me? Or have you heard of me? Forget it, it doesn't matter......"

The bald head rubbed the top of his head and said, "It doesn't matter anyway." ”

Walking out the door, Lu An asked, "Don't you want the spaceship we had before?" ”

Su Ruyu stretched her waist and said, "Then you still need to say?!" Do you miss that ship so much? ”

Miss? Who would miss that strange spaceship with some "Armstrong Gyro Acceleration Jet Cannon"? Except for those who are bored and moaning without illness, as long as they have experienced the terrible environment of that ship, no one will miss this kind of spaceship that should have been eliminated a long time ago.

Therefore, Lu An hurriedly shook his head and denied it.

"That's good, anyway, we can get a new ship by the way, which is much better than the previous one."

"Oh, what did you give that bald head before?"

"Well, it's just a recipe for a nutrient solution, I just don't know what they're going to use it for, but it's not an important thing anyway."

Lu An frowned and continued to ask: "That bald head looks ......, well, he doesn't look like a good person, what the hell is he ......?"

"He's ......" Su Ruyu stretched again, and then continued to walk forward, she turned around and beckoned Lu An to follow, and at the same time, she also replied: "Not like a good person?" Ha, then you really underestimated that person just now. ”

"Huh?" Lu An blinked.

"That person is not a good person at all, but he is not a good person at all, and he can even be regarded as a human being!"

"Oh."

Su Ruyu walked in front and didn't see Lu An's confused expression at all, but she continued: "That bald head is the head of the underground world of the entire asteroid belt, hey, anyway, let's put it this way, if all the evil things in the entire asteroid belt add up, the anti-smuggling team will do at most forty percent, and that bald head alone can account for sixty percent." ”

"Huh? Can it still be counted like that? ”

"Why not? Anyway, those bad guys in this entire asteroid belt are either anti-smuggling officers or the bald people, can you count them like that? ”

Lu An, who was following behind Su Ruyu, scratched his head and replied after hearing what she said: "Well, if you say that, you can really count it like this......"

"Okay, let's not talk about that, let's go and bring the things that little Barr gave us before, and then go and see the ship that this bald head gave us......"

"Okay!"

Lu An was also refreshed, and he could finally leave this Ceres, and this inexplicable experience on this inexplicable planet could finally come to an end.

The two laughed, drifting apart, drifting away,

And they are finally about to embark on the road of fate that has been predestined as early as when they meet.

Of course, fate is not always fate, not all are certain, there are always some uninvited guests who will break the balance, suddenly break into the battlefield of fate, set off some invisible waves, and then turn into monstrous waves in other places.

On the planet Homo sapiens in the asteroid belt, such an uninvited guest came.

Vice Admiral Hucklebane Oliver, the commander of the independent special task force of the 2nd Martian Fleet stationed in the asteroid belt, was standing in the equatorial airport of Homo sapiens at this time, greeting this uninvited guest.

The 2nd Martian Fleet, formerly known as the Outer Planet Joint Defense Fleet in the last war, was dismembered by the Combined Command after the war and changed to the current 2nd Fleet.

Although the Joint Command Headquarters has been silently cleaning this fleet since the end of the war, the 2nd Fleet is still a fleet that is out of the line of sight of the Joint Peak, unlike the "lackeys" of the 1st Fleet and the 3rd Fleet.

Although the Moon and Europa were also members of the Outer Planet Defense Alliance in the last war, they were deprived of all their armaments after the war, and the newly established 1st and 3rd fleets had no trace of inheritance with the Outer Planet Combined Defense Fleet in the war.

Under the leadership of Marshal Frank Duran, although the 2nd Fleet has been squeezed in all aspects, it is backed by the huge heritage of Mars, and now the 2nd Fleet is gradually getting out of the trauma of the war and slowly beginning to restore the power of the original Outer Planet Joint Defense Fleet.

The biggest evidence is that now the 2nd Fleet has taken over the asteroid belt in a grand manner, squeezed the anti-smuggling team aside, and began to build the "Zodiac" with great fanfare.

All the people of the 2nd Fleet believe that the day when the "Zodiac" is built will be the day when the Martians will once again fight for the honor taken away by the despicable sneak attack of the earthlings. Not only the people of the 2nd Fleet believe so, but many Martians believe so too.

Vice Admiral Hucklebane Oliver, the recognized backbone of the 2nd Fleet, was appointed commander of the separate special task force stationed in the asteroid belt, and its bright prospects were predictable.

Everyone knows that after the completion of the "Zodiac", he will be directly promoted to general, and he will be one of the most likely candidates for front-line commander in the future war, and perhaps when the war is over, his rank of marshal will be logical.

However, the Martian representative of the supreme power in the asteroid belt, the lieutenant general commander, has now put down the heavy work at hand and brought a large group of people from his fleet command room and staff room to the equatorial airport of Zhishen, waiting patiently.

Homo sapiens is now the station of the 2nd Fleet's independent special fleet in the asteroid belt, if it weren't for the fact that it was to win over the group of fools of the anti-smuggling team and prevent the other party from completely surrendering to Union Peak, perhaps the 2nd Fleet would prefer Ceres as the station of the independent special fleet.

However, after perfunctorily maintaining the face of the anti-smuggling team, the 2nd Fleet was not at all polite in other aspects, except for those places in the asteroid belt that they could not look at for the time being, and now the asteroid belt has almost all been labeled as Martians.

The miraculous "space assassination plan" that was touted back then, it is really hard to say whether it had the participation of this group of fools! Otherwise, with the unbreakable fortification of the "Titan Fortress", how could it be broken by Lu Yingbang's inconspicuous fleet? Heh, being able to give them a bunch of stupid faces, without directly snatching Ceres, is already worthy of them.

The equatorial airport of Homo sapiens is now busier than Ceres, which is under the anti-smuggling team, and Hucklebine Oliver has stood on the dock for only ten minutes, and hundreds of spaceships have taken off and landed.

However, these busy scenes did not make Hucklebane Oliver react in the first place, he had only greeted the uninvited guest as the marshal had ordered, and had not come to inspect the achievements of the construction that the Martians were proud of.

Yes, Hucklebane Oliver would never have been so leisurely as to waste more than an hour of his precious time on such trivialities that he hadn't ordered that marshal.

The reason why Marshal Duran, the patron saint of the Martians, asked him to come to greet this uninvited guest is also clear at a glance, but what makes the lieutenant general puzzled is how he came here at such a time?

Half an hour later, an ordinary interstellar passenger spaceship with an ordinary appearance and even a little dilapidated began to appear in the sky of Zhishen, slowly slowing down and landing towards the equatorial airport.

Hucklebein Oliver listened to the report of the intelligence staff officer next to him, looked at the spaceship he was pointing to, and asked with a frown, "Confirm that it's this spaceship?" ”

How could a man who had held the supreme power of a planet tightly in his hands for almost fifty years travel on such a dilapidated spaceship?

"Yes, I have repeatedly confirmed with the dispatch center, according to the number of the spaceship that the marshal said, there is no doubt that it is this spaceship."

"Okay, got it."

Still skeptical, Hucklebain Oliver waved his hand and didn't ask anything more.

Twenty minutes later, the "tattered" appearance of the ship landed on the docking, the hatch opened, and a crowd of noisy passengers poured out.

Lieutenant General Hucklebane Oliver, who was about to step forward to greet him, couldn't help but pause and stared at the group of inexplicable passengers.

"What's going on? What are these people doing?! ”

However, dozens of people in military uniforms surrounded the spaceship, as if surrounding the spaceship, startled the passengers who poured out, and even the noisy sound of the spaceship just getting off the ship was stunned. However, after seeing that the group of soldiers did not move, these passengers who got off the spaceship quickly closed their mouths and left the spaceship dock around them.

Ten minutes later, the people pouring out of the spaceship gradually thinned out, but the person Huck Bane Oliver was about to greet had not yet appeared, and he couldn't help but look back at his intelligence staff officer, and when he was about to open his mouth to ask, he saw this intelligence staff officer gesture at him again and again, and gently stretched out his finger and pointed.

Hucklebein turned his head sharply to look at the exit of the ship, an old man wearing a soft helmet and a short staff appeared at the hatch of the ship, he slowly walked to the docking, and saw a group of soldiers gathered outside, and the leader was walking towards him, so he stood still, smiling and waiting with a short cane.

"Headmaster, 2nd Fleet Independent Task Force Hucklebane Oliver,......"

The old man smiled and waved his hand, and then shook hands with Hucklebean Oliver, who had finished saluting, and said: "Originally, it was a person who came out, but I didn't expect some old friends to be relieved, and they had to let people come to greet them, trouble Lieutenant General Oliver, hehe......"

"The marshal has already commanded before, let me obey your orders......"

"Hehe, this time I came here for some private matters, so I came alone, I just don't want to work hard to mobilize the people, alas,......"

The old man said and took off the soft helmet he was wearing, looked up at the sky, looked at the silver-gray iron ball in the sky, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect it to be built so quickly, this should be the Aries Palace, you are so busy and you have to come to greet my old man, it's really troublesome for you......"

In the eastern sky of Zhishen, a silver-gray iron ball shone brightly, and there was only a trace of arc left from the perfect sphere.

After that smile arc, the cold war machine will reveal its hideous face.

"What an ominous appearance!"