On the ship TR-735, the bloodied infantry of the Republic raised their arms and shouted, and they shouted hoarsely, trying their best to vent their joy after victory.

And in the corner not far away, more than twenty bloody mercenary infantry were disarmed, holding their heads in their hands, and squatting tremblingly in the corner, waiting for their unknown fate after defeat.

"Win? I actually won......"

Panting with his back against the wall, the gray-haired Gabriel wiped the blood from his face. Looking at these passionate young people around him, thinking back to the thrilling battle just now, Gabriel, who has entered his twilight years, seems to have suddenly regained the passion of his youth, no longer reserved for his identity as an elder, tore off the suit that had already been torn, and joined the ranks of celebration with his sturdy upper body.

Ten minutes later.

The remaining two FC-3 fighters of the mercenaries turned off their engines and conceded defeat and anchored at the docking frame of the U-2 landing ship. The pilot who was driven out of the cabin was like a defeated rooster, unwillingly looked up at the four 'J-9' fighters flying in the starry sky, reluctantly accepted his fate, and was pressed into the escape pod used to hold prisoners by the infantry of the Republic with guns behind him.

Four large escape pods, a total of 327 mercenary prisoners, counting the 286 killed. This time, the bloody mercenaries lost more than 700 soldiers at a time, which is even the total number of several ordinary mercenaries in terms of size.

And the TR-735 ship, which created such an amazing record, did not suffer serious casualties. Although there were more than a dozen seriously injured people, they had already received timely treatment from Marsha, and it is believed that they will be healed soon. And to win a victory with such a large proportion of battle losses, who can believe that this is actually the first real battle of the TR-735 ship.

"Sir, the carpet search of the enemy ship has been completed, and no one has been found who has slipped through the net." On the U-2 landing ship, Andrew, who had already removed his aviation armor, reported loudly to Robin.

At this moment, Robin is checking the information of the bloody mercenaries through the onboard computer of the U-2 landing ship, and among these messages without a protection code, Robin can easily find a lot of useful information.

Using his personal computer to copy down these messages, Robin nodded nonchalantly: "Hmm...... String these rescue pods together with soft connections. Also, move all the useful stuff on this ship back to our ship, and I think soon there will be space cops coming. ”

"Yes!"

Andrew saluted and quickly conveyed Robin's order, and the four escape pods, which looked like silkworm cocoons, were suspended by the TR-735 ship with external soft connections, completely eliminating the possibility of the captives counterattacking.

Soon after, as Robin expected, several small police ships with flashing lights appeared in a nearby star field and sent a boarding request to the TR-735 after identifying themselves.

On board the TR-735, Martina, who had recovered from the horrors of the war, connected to the other side's communication on behalf of the TR-735 and agreed to the other party's request to board the ship.

"Hello, Miss Martina, I'm Inspector Alfred, the new chief of the Proxima Centauri Northern Space Police. Sorry for being late. ”

A police inspector who appeared to be in his thirties, with a mustache and a crisp police uniform, appeared on board the TR-735.

"The new Director?" After listening to Inspector Alfred's self-introduction, Martina's delicate face couldn't help but flash a look of confusion.

"Yes." Alveret saluted Martina very gentlemanly and explained in detail: "The attack on your merchant ship has alarmed Mr. Brandon, the Governor of the Othello Star Police, and after the Governor's investigation, it was found that Arnold, the former chief of the Northern Star Domain Police Department, was suspected of being involved. So from now on, I will take over from Mr. Arnaud in this case. ”

With a look of understanding, Martina pretended to be surprised and said, "Thank you very much for the attention of the police, and I will fully cooperate with your investigation on behalf of Byron Heavy Metals Trading Company." But ......"

Martina raised her hand to look at the exquisite classical watch on her wrist, and said with an apologetic expression: "You see, today is the last day of the delivery deadline of the contract between us and Alex, and if we cannot deliver it on time, our company will pay a large amount of compensation." And now that my ship has been hit like this, it is inevitable that it will ...... in speed."

At this point, Martina paused deliberately, hinting to Alfred that she didn't have time to assist in the investigation.

"I see." Alfred nodded slightly, and gave in: "You and your boat can leave first, but please send a representative to cooperate with the police to record a formal statement." ”

"I'll cooperate with you in taking a statement."

At this time, Gabriel, with a strong upper body and a bloodstained face, appeared beside Martina.

Perhaps shocked by the strong smell of blood emanating from Gabriel, Inspector Alfred took a step back in fear and exclaimed, "You're ......"

"This is Mr. Gabriel, the security advisor to our Byron family and also the Byron Heavy Metals Trading Company. During the battle, Mr. Gabril was directly involved in the entire battle. Martina put on a coat for Gabriel and explained.

After listening to Martina's explanation and whispering to the entourage around her, Alfrede confirmed Gabriel's identity through some channel, and nodded: "Thank you very much for your cooperation, on behalf of the police, I assure you that the police will give you a satisfactory answer in the shortest possible time." ”

"Bothering you." Martina replied gracefully.

Later, Alfred left the TR-735 with Gable, and after receiving the mercenary prisoners held in four escape pods on a police ship, a large number of space police began to enter the U-2 landing ship to collect evidence.

At the same time, the TR-735 quickly left this messy battlefield and headed for the space transport port on the periphery of Othello.

In the rest compartment of the ship TR-735.

Robin, who had already been washed, carried the sleeping Cecilia into the cabin, and without disturbing her, lay her petite body flat on the bed, and carefully covered her with the quilt.

Looking at Cecilia who was asleep, Robin couldn't help but kiss her lightly on the forehead, turned off the aviation lights in the cabin, and left with his hands and feet.

Cecilia was so tired, and the tremendous pressure of the battle had drained her energy in a short period of time, so when the war was over, when she saw Robin appear in front of her intact, the great exhaustion that followed made her faint on the spot. Now, the control of the ship has been transferred to Borg, who will pilot the ship to its destination.

Leaving the ship's rest cabin, Robin saw Martina waiting by the hatch at a glance, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Why are you here?" Robin asked softly in surprise.

"I heard that Miss Cecilia had fainted, so...... I'm a little worried......" Martina said with her head down, her eyes flickering.

"She's fine, Masha has already checked for her, she's just too tired, just rest for a while." Robin smiled, stretched hard and said, "How about a cup of coffee with me, I have something I want to ask you." ”

"Okay." Martina nodded, and meekly followed Robin to the ship's leisure quarters.

After asking for two cups of coffee in the living quarters, Robin greeted some of the other shipboard crew members who were staying in the recreation area and sat down in a secluded corner.

"Martina, you just had a completely different attitude towards that Alfred than you did towards Arnold, I wonder why?"

Due to the lack of identity, Robin and the other core personnel of the TR-735 all hid after the Alfred boarded the ship, but through the surveillance footage of the ship, Robin witnessed the whole process with his own eyes, and carefully noticed the change in Martina's attitude towards the police.

Martina hesitated for a moment and said truthfully, "This ...... It's complicated to explain. ”

"Huh...... I think I still have time to listen to that. ”

"Okay." Seeing Robin's insistence on knowing the inside story, Martina carefully sorted out her thoughts and said softly: "Now in Othello and even the entire Proxima Centauri Domain, it is in a period of turmoil in power, so at this stage, the forces here have been temporarily divided into two factions. ”

"Two?"

"Yes, on the one hand, the local ruling class, represented by the Ausvid family. For a long time, the Othellod family was the de facto ruler of Othello, and their tentacles extended to every corner of Othello, including Arnold, who were actually their minions controlling Othello. On the other hand, there are various family forces from the Alpha Capital Area. These major families have long wanted to extend their tentacles into Othello, but because the Osvid family is too powerful here, they have never been able to succeed. But this time, they took advantage of the weakness of the Othellod family due to the failure of the first expedition to the solar system, and took the opportunity to break into the power class of Othello, and quickly coalesced into a huge force enough to resist the Osvid family. One of them was Alfred, the twenty-seventh in line to the throne of House Rex. And his boss, Brandon, also surnamed Rex, is the new Othello Star Police Governor who took office not long ago. ”

Martina's tirade made Robin dazed, compared to the simple political structure of the Nine-Star Republic, the politics of the Federation were obviously much more complicated. After pondering for a long time, he barely managed to capture a few of the main points.

"You're saying that Arnold is from the House of Auschwid, so he can't be trusted. And people from other families can be trusted? ”

"Of course not." Robin's innocent question made Martina hide her mouth and snicker, and she used her slender fingers to write her last name on the table, prompting: "The enemy of our enemy is our friend, and the surname Byron is also an outsider to Proxima Centauri......"

(To be continued)