Eternal, icy starry sky, eight hundred light-years from the Death Star to the triad galaxy where the Fifth Fleet is stationed.

As the second most prosperous galaxy of the Federation after the capital system, the prosperity of the Triad is the most important source of finance for the Federation rebels in the civil war decades ago.

Even after the end of the Civil War, the Federation vigorously suppressed the economy of the Triad Galaxy, but it was still one of the richest systems in the Federation.

With six natural wormholes and golden shipping routes to three countries, it is the source of the enduring economy of the triad.

The mission of the Fifth Fleet is to ensure the normal navigation of this golden shipping route, and the Death Star Prison 800 light-years away is also within the protection range of the Fifth Fleet, even if with the depletion of thousands of gold mines on the Death Star, the value of the Death Star is no longer large.

Although the Fifth Fleet was only used to guard the Golden Seaway, it was on par with the Third Fleet on the Union Frontier in terms of size.

Of course, the number of capital ships is not comparable to that of the Third Fleet, and the warships that make up the Fifth Fleet are more of the Federation's third-generation rangers, pursuing flexibility and speed, which is also to deal with interstellar pirates active near the Golden Passage.

At this moment, the Fifth Fleet received a secret order from the Federal Military Department, and seventy percent of the warships slowly left the planet where they were stationed, and according to the instructions of the Military Department, they went to eliminate the largest interstellar pirates nearby.

Just two hours after the main force of the Fifth Fleet left the triad system, a huge transport ship slowly broke away from the space fortress and fell towards the Death Star, and the Death Star's semi-annual supply of supplies began.

Hathaway sat in the transport ship, like an iceberg beauty, no one should enter, surrounded by a group of prison guards with loaded guns and ammunition, wearing fifth-generation tiger armor, their eyes looked at Hathaway from time to time.

But none of these prison guards dared to harass Hathaway. After all, when Hathaway boarded the ship, it was sent by Smithson himself, and no matter how bold the prison guards present were, they did not dare to offend people who could be equal to Smithson.

The transport ship is still slowly descending, without the barrier of the atmosphere, through the skylight. Even if there are still hundreds of thousands of kilometers left, Hathaway can still see the eye-catching camp on the Death Star.

Thinking of the obstacles encountered in various aspects in the past few months, Hathaway pursed her lips, lowered her head, carefully looked at the tablet light brain in her hand, and browsed the information of the Discovery battleship again.

"Ready!"

The command came over the radio, and Hathaway looked up and saw everyone puffing out their chests. After clenching the firearm in his hand, the hatch slowly opened, and groups of prison guards immediately rushed down.

Hathaway was about to get up when someone approached.

Hathaway recognized this man as Smithson's deputy, a treacherous-looking Venee.

"Your Excellency, please follow me. According to the rules, you have two hours of visitation. ”

Hathaway glanced at him. He looked at the open hatch again, nodded, and followed the man into the prepared viewing room in the transport.

Sitting quietly in the visitation room, Hathaway turned the pen in her hand, combed through the conversation that was about to take place again, and looked up. I saw the other room separated by diamond glass, and the electronic clock on the opposite side slowly skipped ten minutes.

This made Hathaway frown, she was alone in the empty room, and now a full ten minutes had passed. The prison guards hadn't even brought the client she wanted to visit.

"Nothing will happen, will it?"

Hathaway frowned and whispered.

She wasn't worried that something would happen to these prison guards, she was just worried that something might happen to Lee's tomb, who had been held on the Death Star for more than three months.

Although this was a situation she had considered before, Harvey's people sent Li Tomb here, didn't they just hope that Li Tomb could die in the Death Star.

Thinking of this, Hathaway couldn't help but stand up, she was really fed up.

If the visit did go unexpected, Hathaway vowed that she would file a lawsuit in the Supreme Court to take Death Star Prison to court.

Another ten minutes passed, and no one came to the quiet viewing room, and Hathaway couldn't sit still, and opened the door, to ask what was going on.

The moment the door opened, Hathaway unconsciously sniffled, and there was a sweet smell in the air.

But Hathaway didn't care, walked out of the door, saw the Venie man who brought her, immediately raised her eyebrows, and was about to speak, when she saw the Venie covered in blood, stretched out his hand in despair, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

The sudden appearance of dazzling blood made Hathaway's heart cold, and she didn't have time to think about it, a leaning over, the combat instinct she had mastered during military training in school appeared, and as soon as she picked up the gun that fell on the ground, she immediately felt the cold muzzle of the gun on her forehead.

Hathaway didn't dare to move anymore, slowly put down the gun in her hand, raised her hand, slowly raised her head, the person in front of her was still bloody, wearing a prison uniform, holding a rudimentary firearm in her hand, with a greedy gaze sweeping over her body.

A feeling as if she was being targeted by a hungry wolf instantly hit her heart, and Hathaway's heart sank, she never thought that she would encounter such a bad thing.

The Death Star Prison, which had not rioted in decades, happened when she first came to the Death Star.

This kind of luck made Hathaway's heart bitter, but her face did not change at all, holding her head high, even if she was pointed at a gun by the other party, and even had to endure the other party's lewd gaze, Hathaway's tone was still calm.

"I'm a federal prosecutor, and if you have any claims, you can tell me. But only if you lay down your weapons at once and quell the riot. ”

"Otherwise, according to federal law, Death Star Prison has the power to suppress you."

"You should know better than me that Smithson's crackdown will definitely make you regret it."

Hathaway tried to calm herself, but when she saw the sneer on the other party's face, her heart sank, and she knew that things had gone for the worst.

Now that the prisoners had rioted and ignored her warnings, it was clear that they knew what would happen to them in their hearts.

If this is the case, then these people are very likely to be prepared to be suppressed and killed, so that even if Smithson's reaction is quick and the gods descend from heaven, he is afraid that he will not be spared.

"But I want to struggle a little more."

Hathaway murmured in her heart, her eyes were fierce, and she suddenly kicked her back leg, bringing the flexibility of her body to the extreme, directly kicking the gun in the opponent's hand, grabbing it with her backhand, just grabbing the gun that fell to the ground, before she could pull the trigger, she suddenly felt a pain in the back of her head, her eyes were dark, and the whole person fainted.

"Rimbaud, you've disappointed me so much. I was almost killed by a woman! You're not going to be a sperm in the brain, are you? ”

With a shout of scolding, the prisoner who was almost turned over by Hathaway became a little annoyed, picked up the gun, and was about to kill Hathaway.

"Keep this woman for now, maybe the king will like it."

Someone shouted, "Quick, immediately clear all resistance from the transport, and then everyone goes out and carries supplies." ”

Hathaway was dazed and heard the shouts of many people, some not even like Federal, but each one was very similar, with suppressed excitement and trepidation.

Hathaway suddenly came to her senses, subconsciously touched her body, and found that her clothes were intact and there were no traces of violation, so she breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to stand up, but found that she had been locked in high-pressure handcuffs and locked in the visitation room where she was waiting before.

Only this time, she's on the inside, not outside.

Struggling for a moment, unable to get rid of the high-pressure handcuffs, Hathaway calmed down and turned her head to look at the electronic clock hanging on it, "It's been an hour. Smithsonian should have received news of the riot long ago. Perhaps the army was out there suppressing the prisoners. ”

Hathaway struggled to analyze it, which would explain why the prisoners had kept her in prison and not harmed her. Perhaps the prisoners already knew her identity and were using her as a bargaining chip to negotiate with Smithson.

Hathaway's mind was a mess, and she couldn't help but tilt her ears sideways, trying to listen to the movement outside, but the entire visiting room was originally built of silent materials, and the sound insulation was so good that she couldn't hear anything.

Only the sound of his own heartbeat, knocking and pounding.

This kind of quiet waiting, which does not know how to turn out, is really worrying, even if Hathaway repeatedly hints that she wants to calm down, she is still a little flustered.

After another hour of waiting for the electronic clock on the wall, Hathaway suddenly felt a slight vibration, which she was not unfamiliar with, the vibration of the transport ship taking off.

This made Hathaway's heart sink suddenly.

"No, what the hell is going on? Why was the transport ship activated? Hasn't Smithsonian received news of the riots yet? ”

Hathaway was still thinking about it, when she saw the door on the opposite side slammed open, and a big red bird swaggered in, followed by two people.

Hathaway's eyes froze, looking at the big red bird, and frowned, she remembered that when she checked the information on Lee's tomb, it mentioned this bird.

"Is that her?"

The red mutant parrot asked, pointing at Hathaway.

"Looks pretty good. Very well, let's lock it up for now, and when we get out of here, find someone to dress her up, and I'll sacrifice it to the king." ”

Hathaway watched coldly at the red mutant parrot judging her, pointing fingers, and when she heard the last sentence, she couldn't help but change her face and shouted, "You want to escape? ”

"yes, didn't I say that?"

The red mutant parrot asked rhetorically, a little strange.

"It's not a riot, so you want to escape from prison?"

Hathaway was a little shocked, she didn't know where these prisoners got the courage to try to escape from the Death Star prison.

It's impossible to do. (To be continued......)