The Lagrange Cosmoport was busy overnight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 On the Guangyu monitor of the INFO Headquarters, watching the starships turn into streamers and disappear into the void, the bald commander Grefarman has the illusion of reappearing in the past. Everything is like bidding farewell to the main force of the Second Fleet, the vast number of starships, the invisible coercion, the heaviness makes my heart tremble from time to time.

The difference this time is that in the past, the pressure in my heart would be quickly relieved because of the cognition of my own ship group, but this time it will not. Because those starships with teeth and claws, full of violent and deterrent appearances, do not belong to the solar system.

"What a mighty army, imagine what is the point of vain resistance in the face of such force!"

The emotion came from the imperial liaison officer Wei Chengwu, and a large number of flatterers immediately echoed it.

"Humph!" Grayfarman's roaring snort silences the flatterers, most of whom turn their heads to look at the bald commander, afraid that he will burn his anger on themselves.

"Your Excellency, your majesty is still so awe-inspiring, it's a pity! Don't you get tired of posturing without strength? ”

Grayfarman turned his head and looked directly at Wei Chengwu with a fierce gaze, and just when the other party was furious, the liaison officer stepped back again and again, and stretched his hand to his waist, and the bald commander withdrew his gaze. He left behind the frightened former confidential staff officer and left the command room in a big way.

The Imperial Marines guarding the gate saluted him respectfully.

For the Imperial soldiers, they have always respected the strong, and this malevolent appearance is obviously more in line with their aesthetics than the yin and yang of the country's liaison officer.

In the aisle, his face quickly darkened. Wei Chengwu will definitely hate him, but this villain is not enough to succeed and more than to lose, and what will happen to him is not in the scope of consideration. What really scared him was the movements of the Imperial Army.

Until now, the Imperial Army has occupied the spaceport for a long time, and it has not even asked the spaceport to change its various operational software, including the entry and exit procedures.

The occupying forces explained that the Great War was imminent, and that it was not possible to deactivate the spaceport for the sake of software changes, and that it would not be too late to wait until the battle was over to carry out a large-scale transformation.

This kind of excuse is okay to deceive a half-witted person like Wei Chengwu, but there is no door to deceive an old man like him. What is called deactivating the spaceport, he has experienced more than one spaceport software upgrade. Including after the capture of the Imperial Spaceport, he once served as the commander of the forward port, and the software change is completely compatible with the use of the port, and he has never heard of the port being deactivated.

Since the Empire is not telling the truth in this regard, the truth behind it is intriguing, and perhaps the Empire has no intention of occupying it for a long time.

Thinking of this, he only felt cold sweat all over his body, and quickly took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his bald head, so as not to expose his flaws to outsiders. Two controllers approached him, and he hurriedly pretended to scold, "It's really forked, is the air conditioner broken here?" ”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two of them speed up and leave, and his expression changed back.

He was not overjoyed that the Imperial would not stay long, but was deeply jealous. The Imperial Army is notoriously fierce, and if they abandon the spaceport they once occupied, they will surely wreak havoc on the hardware of the spaceport in order to prevent its original owner from reactivating it conveniently. The question is, what will they do with the more than 500,000 professional support staff in the spaceport?

In his experience, he didn't dare to imagine it. Not to mention the fact that the Empire had just burned the earth to hell, and it was said that nearly a billion people died in a matter of minutes. For such a group of people, what is the 500,000 people in the spaceport?

Grayfaman was depressed, and after a period of time, his alcohol consumption had risen significantly, and he was surrounded by unreliable guys. If you want to discuss important matters with them, maybe the next moment the defendant will be sent to Wei Chengwu.

The future is bleak.

He is not worried about his life and death, as a veteran, it is normal to die on the battlefield, but it is a pity that there are more than 500,000 unarmed people, what should they do? He could already smell death, a heavy smell of blood that he couldn't avoid even covering his nose.

Someone came again. He was a little annoyed, isn't this passage for high-ranking officers? When did it become the street? put on a stinky face again, and the two of them had already passed by him.

In an instant, a shiver passed through my heart. No, they are not staff. Turning nervously, he tried to hold the match on his waist.

"Don't move! Don't make a sound! The fierce and low order was full of anger. The man put the hard object against his chin, and although it hurt from being resisted, he did not dare to move. Even a low-powered laser gun can be a headshot at such close range.

The other, an extremely tall man, grabbed Grayfarman and dragged him into a small room next to the hallway.

As the automatic door closed, the sound of locking was heard.

"Who are you? What do you want? ”

"It doesn't matter who we are, it's just that you, a traitor and lackey, dare to be so arrogant, it's really impressive!" , the vicious voice came from a third person.

"I am responsible for the 500,000 people left behind in the port area... I have a clear conscience ... Grayfaman's voice was low but confident. Perhaps believing his words, the muzzle of the gun against his chin loosened, making him feel a little better.

Someone then groped around his waist and searched for his match. The gun was used against his head, and the thing that had been pressed against his chin was lowered. He had a chance to look down and see who had attacked him, and the metal wrench he was holding.

It seems that he was deceived.

Grayfarman let out a low growl of annoyance.

"Don't move!" , the beautiful and soft female voice comes from the person who holds the gun against him. Only then did he realize that there was a fourth person in the attacker, and it was a woman.

"Put down your gun and watch out for misfire. I have no intention of telling you. Who are you? Not like a professional, not like a garrison unit. At least you're a big man, and if you look at it, I'll never forget it. ”

The medium-sized, grim-looking young man who attacked him first motioned for the woman to lower her gun. After a moment's hesitation, the woman put the gun down.

"It doesn't matter who we are, the key is you, can you give us a reason not to kill?" , The young man's eyes were slender, his expression was grim and cold, and he knew at a glance that he was a veteran. Having been in the army all year round, Grefaman has seen a lot of this kind of soldier who has gone through life and death.

He will not despise this kind of person, as long as there is a slight opportunity, the energy that the veteran can exert is absolutely unexpected.

The bald commander straightened his uniform and looked serious. "I can't give you a reason not to kill. Because I damn it, I lost the spaceport. ”

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