Othello Spaceport Dock.

Seeing Cecilia and Borg flee into the stars with their battleship and disappear into the sky, Robin let out a long sigh of relief. Turning back to the new commercial representative of Alex standing behind him, he asked, "Is my residence arranged?" ”

"It has been arranged that you will live in the same business apartment as the staff of the Byron Heavy Metals Trading Company, and that Miss Martina will also live there." The young business representative had a green smile on his face. Compared to his predecessor, Calvin, he is obviously a little less sophisticated and tactful than his predecessor.

"When is their itinerary scheduled for Othello?"

"The Byron escort will take a civil airplane back to the Hermes spaceport the afternoon after tomorrow, while Miss Martina will stay on Othello and take care of some business until the second shipment arrives."

Robin had made an agreement with Martina that the second shipment with Alex would be delivered by the AT-056 piloted by Lieutenant Barron. In terms of security, since the bloody mercenaries have been wanted throughout Proxima Centauri, it is impossible to enter Proxima Centauri again, and Elliott is also under round-the-clock police surveillance because of the accusations, so compared to the dangerous first transport, this second transport will hardly have a safety hazard.

"Let's go, take me to the business apartment."

Robin turned to leave the dock, and the young business representative immediately opened the maglev door for him and drove Robin to the business apartment of Alex.

Privately owned by Alex, this business apartment is located in the middle of Othello Spaceport 7 and is a seven-story cylindrical structure. All the apartments face the boundless sea of stars, and when you open the curtains, you can see the dense space stations and bright stars in the distance. The other half of the apartment is home to a number of restaurants with different flavors and business meeting rooms, which can be used for business meetings at any time.

Since most of the people living here are partners of Alex, in this apartment, you can see the profile and corporate profile of Alex everywhere, and even on some electronic murals in the apartment, there are constantly changing pictures of the machinery operated by Alex.

Many guests have complained that the apartment is too hype and they don't want to live here, but Robin is an outlier, and as soon as he walks into the apartment, he stands by the electronic mural as if he was enchanted, and he doesn't move a single step for a while.

"Mr. Robin, where are you going to put your luggage?" Perhaps thinking that Robin was too preoccupied, the business representative in charge of receiving Robin asked tentatively.

"Oh, just put it down, I'll tidy it up myself in a while." Robin, who came to his senses, took the suitcase and placed it on the low table beside him.

"Then please Mr. Robin have a good rest, and I will take my leave."

After a polite farewell to Robin, the business representative turned to leave and gently closed the door.

As soon as the business representative left, Robin vigilantly checked the various settings in the room, but fortunately Alex was indeed a reputable company, and Robin did not find any eavesdropping and surveillance equipment in the room.

After opening the suitcase, Robin threw some change of clothes into the closet, carefully opened the hidden compartment of the suitcase, and took out several disassembled firearm parts from it, and skillfully assembled them into a large-caliber energy pistol.

Othello is a military stronghold, and any thermal weapons are forbidden to be brought into the spaceport, except for the dock area that temporarily houses ships to moor. And out of the instinct of a soldier, Robin will not let his guard down anytime and anywhere, so he managed to avoid the security check and brought in a piece of private goods.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. Robin hurriedly slipped the pistol into the mattress and got up to open the door.

Opening the door, Robin was a core quality inspector of Byron Company, but judging from his panicked expression, it was obvious that something was wrong.

"Mr. Robin...... Go out...... Something went wrong......"

"What's going on?" Robin frowned tightly and asked calmly, "Don't panic, speak slowly, what happened?" ”

"Yes......" swallowed hard, and the quality inspector said in panic: "Miss Martina's maglev car was in a car accident on the way back from the bank, Nishizawa was seriously injured and is now in the hospital, and Miss Martina is missing." ”

"Martina is missing!" Hearing the news, even Robin couldn't hide the shock on his face, grabbed the quality inspector's collar and roared: "Where did the car accident happen?" What hospital is Nishizawa in? ”

"Before entering the rescue room, Nishizawa asked you to go to Miss Martina's room, and there is a tracker in the trunk of her room that can find Miss Martina's whereabouts."

"Take me there!"

Finding Martina's room, Robin, who was so anxious, didn't have time to wait for the entourage to get the door code, so he kicked the door open. Upon entering, Robin immediately found Martina's personal suitcase in the luggage locker in the room.

"Mr. Robin, this suitcase has a fingerprint ......"

The quality inspector of the Byron Company just wanted to remind Robin that the suitcase was password protected, when he saw Robin pull out a tactical knife, easily pierce the metal-like shell of the box, and use his fourth-order strength to tear the box apart directly.

Throwing away underwear and other supplies, Robin found a small device that resembled a vanity box in the torn box. Upon opening, Robin was presented with a miniature three-dimensional drawing, in which a red point of light was moving rapidly.

"This tracker was originally carried by Mr. Gabril all along, and after Mr. Gabriel was taken away by the police, he gave the tracker to Miss Martina for safekeeping, and told Nishizawa to let you pick up the tracker if something happens."

Robin stared at the moving cursor in the three-dimensional diagram and asked cautiously, "What is the anti-interference strength of this tracker?" Is it possible to be transferred? ”

"The anti-interference strength of the tracker is of the highest level, as for the transfer...... I've heard that the source of the signal is implanted in Miss Martina's body, unless Miss has ......"

"I see." Robin interrupted him, picked up the tracker and said, "Go arrange a car for me, I'll use it in five minutes." ”

"Mr. Robin, are we going to inform the police?"

"No, those people are just getting in the way." Robin turned and walked to his room, stared at the tracker after a few steps, seemed to suddenly change his mind, and turned back and said, "I'll let them know in an hour, now go and help me prepare the car." ”

"Good...... Ok ......"

The panicked Byron clerk hurried downstairs, while Robin returned to his room, inserted the assembled pistol into the holster in the coat compartment, put on a folding shield shaped like a watch, and pulled out a three-edged thorn from the side of the box and tied it to his calf.

Everything was ready, and Robin hurried out of the room.

Outside the apartment, a maglev was already waiting for him, and he was being transported as fast as possible to the transportation station of the Othello spaceport, where he could take the planetary connection orbit to Othello.

Meanwhile, near the Las Vegas Center Lake. A tall figure wearing a baseball cap suddenly sprang out of the artificially cultivated trees by the lake, and approached the lake in a few steps.

I saw that he stretched out his hand and pressed it on his wrist, and countless bubbles appeared on the surface of the lake in front of him, and a miniature submarine appeared out of thin air, automatically opening the hatch at the top.

Vigilantly patrolling left and right, the strong man turned back into the woods, picked up the unconscious Martina, stuffed her into the mini-submarine, and drove the submarine into the water as fast as possible, heading in the direction of the Golden Bellley Hotel.

A few minutes later, the submarine followed the pipes hidden at the bottom of the lake and entered the basement of the Golden Bellley Hotel, which was not open to the public.

'Bang! ～’

As the hatch cover of the submarine opened, the brawny man in a baseball cap slipped out of it. However, a pair of bright red high heels and a fair, slender calf suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Looking up, he saw that at the edge of the pool, an extremely bepleasing woman was looking down at him with an interested gaze, and looking playfully at Martina, who was hidden behind him.

"Arnold, it turns out that what you said you had to do was to kidnap this little girl?"

"You're spying on me?" Taking off the baseball cap that covered most of his face, Arnold showed short hair like a steel needle. However, compared to him at the Hermes spaceport, he now looks much thinner and more emaciated.

"Don't forget......" The woman gently hooked Arnold's chin with her fingers and smiled charmingly, "I am sheltering you, a wanted criminal, and you have a pact with me, of course I have the right to monitor your movements." ”

“……”

Avoiding the woman's sultry gaze, Arnold jumped ashore from the submarine with Martina, turned his head and shouted, "Kimberly? Mellon, I remember the agreement with you, so I don't need you to remind me of this! ”

"You're still so conceited, it seems that you still don't recognize your current situation." Hear Arnold call his full name, Kimberly? Mellon, a wealthy celebrity in high society, smiled charmingly: "Don't forget, you are no longer the chief of the Northern Star Space Police Department, without my protection, that old ghost of Brandon will be happy to send you to prison." As for that agreement...... Do you really think I have to rely on you? Arnold, you can't help but think too much of yourself. ”

Maybe it's because you feel Kimberly? The chill mixed in Mellon's soft voice, Arnold gritted his teeth and lowered his head in humiliation: "I'm sorry...... Miss Mellon......"

(To be continued)