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Jasmine's location, the flashes and the traces of the battle made him desperate. Killing everyone again was like a spell that made him lose faith in the future.

Or maybe a sinner like him shouldn't have a future.

His chest was filled with anger that had nowhere to vent, and he rushed into the mech-infantry-like maniac. As the battle unfolds, anger is vented and his life is ticking.

Things didn't turn out the way he thought they would. As a good military man, he rarely made such mistakes.

Still, he welcomed the plane. Because he felt a warmth that he hadn't felt for a long time, and when he learned that everyone was okay, the strange feeling of relief made him reminisce.

He still has no goal, but he has a belonging. He felt that this improvised group was his attachment. Once everything was lost, and part of it was recovered.

The joy and excitement made him unable to suppress it with all his might.

He couldn't afford to lose that anymore, he was going to do something for this small group, and he didn't want to see them fall into a tragic end.

What is this small group to him? He shook his head in confusion. In his cognition, there was nothing comparable to the Serenity. Maybe, just maybe, there was something else he didn't have, similar to the Serenity and the small group. He was a little nervous, thinking of this word, which made him excited for a while, and he was afraid that he was making himself amorous, so he hesitated for a while. As my mood calmed down, the word gradually became clear in my mind.

What he didn't have, it was possible to find it on the Serenity and in the small group. He was not entitled to have it, and what he had once found and lost on the Jingning was now back by his side. Although not in the typical sense, it is something that is very precious to him as an orphan.

Its name is, "Home".

Yes, he was like a drowning man who had found a piece of driftwood and had renewed hope. He had to defend his bonds, he had to defend his home. Although it was a temporary group that could be disbanded at any time, for him, it was the future, the hope.

He vowed to protect his bonds, protect his comrades, and protect his home. This is his goal, this is his justice.

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The main control room of the space station 6 and the headquarters of the Lagrange Japanese military port. The bald commander Grefaman sat in the command chair with a grunt. He didn't have much to do, and in fact since the headquarters was occupied, he had little say in many matters related to the spaceport. The reason why he is still sitting in this position, in his opinion, is not so much to respect his authority, but to see that the empire needs a puppet to use him to stabilize the minds of those below.

In the headquarters, the one who is really giving orders is Wei Chengwu, the former confidential staff officer and the current imperial liaison officer in the spaceport. As soon as he saw the guy with an unshaven on his face and a commanding man, he couldn't get angry.

More than ten days ago, the Imperial fleet was seen for the first time around the spaceport. Shocked, the Imperial fleet hurried across the outskirts of the harbor area, just out of range of the fortress's guns. This situation has already aroused Grayfarman's doubts, how did the Imperial fleet know that there was no fleet stationed in the spaceport, and how did they determine the range of the fortress guns? In addition to some other doubts, all aspects point to the interior of the spaceport.

He knew in his heart that there was a traitor in the spaceport.

As an old Jianghu, when he was frightened by the sinister situation, he remained quiet on the surface and secretly sent people to comb through the interior of the spaceport.

The spaceport is a super metropolis, not only with a large number of space stations, interstellar buoys, fortress guns, antenna arrays and other hardware facilities, but also equipped with more than 500,000 technicians, professional sergeants and ordinary people necessary to maintain the normal operation of the spaceport.

Given the importance of the leak and the scope of people who have access to such secrets, he framed the scope of the investigation of about 20,000 people. It's a pity that the port security team's investigation has not yet begun, and the Imperial Army's magic grip has already reached in.

Nuclear weapons burned the surface of the Earth, turning the sky-blue balloon into a black-and-red hell. A large number of refugee ships then flocked to the entrance to the spaceport, waiting for permission to enter the port. Grefaman was deeply shocked by the inhuman methods of the Imperial Army, and he was even more overwhelmed by the dense density of hundreds of refugee ships.

Whether or not to accept refugees, as a dedicated military port, Lagrange has the important responsibility of ensuring the logistics of the Second Fleet, and should not accept refugees, but at most contact other government units to assist in dealing with refugee issues.

However, the earth's surface has been devastated, and there may not be many people living on the whole planet, where to find government agencies to deal with the refugee problem. Can he watch hundreds of thousands of his compatriots suffering in front of his eyes and ignore them?

In contrast to the harsh image, Grefaman is actually a soft-hearted man. Eventually, he opened up part of the port area for refugees. To this end, he also notified the port warehouse and mobilized a large number of daily necessities for emergency use. At the same time, he liaised with the Hong Kong garrison to maintain order among the refugees.

There was a lot of transactional work, and he couldn't rest. Fighting with numbers, processes, and forms every day, I hope to make effective use of existing resources to help nearly a million people, including themselves, solve the problem of food and clothing. When the anxiety was exhausted, the investigation of the mole came to a standstill.

Until a terrible siren sounded on Space Station 6. More than 300 people were blocked at both ends of the passage by all-terrain tanks and hoplites, and were killed alive on the way to help.

Seen in the surveillance video, Grayfaman was furious but helpless, because he himself was hit in the head with an assault rifle.

The culprit of everything is Wei Chengwu, a confidential staff officer, who took advantage of his high authority to deal with secrets, not only betrayed the confidential information of the spaceport, but also changed the entry process without authorization, so that a large number of imperial armed soldiers could infiltrate the port area with the help of refugees. What's more, he personally led the Imperial Assault Force and invaded the Port Garrison Headquarters, where he caused a massacre.

The Lagrange spaceport has two paratrooper divisions garrisoned, totaling more than 30,000 people. In just three days, there were less than 300 officers and men left in the garrison, which can be described as the total annihilation.

Wei Chengwu smiled as brightly as the sun and showed off the so-called results to Grayfaman. The bald commander was furious and wanted to step forward to blow up that shameless face, but was crushed by the Imperial soldiers.

"You must think that the culprit is me, if it weren't for my existence, the Imperial Army would never have been able to attack the space port area."

Wei Chengwu's bright smile and harmless eyes of humans and animals made it impossible to see that this was a traitor who betrayed his comrades and was responsible for the life and death of tens of thousands of compatriots.

"Phew!" All Grefaman could do was spit in an extremely childish way.

The former confidential staff officer was unimpressed by his hostility, and instead approached the bald commander who was pressed by the soldiers, and could only keep his cheeks on the floor.

"I'm telling you, it's not me that's the problem. The fall of the spaceport is all due to you, the incompetent commander. Panic, overreaction, and inexplicable overflow of empathy. I thought it would take a lot of effort to bring people in, but I didn't expect it to be so easy. ”

Wei Chengwu, who had a sneering smile on his face, almost pressed his face to his forehead.

"Don't look scary. You're just an embroidered pillow. The word martyr doesn't need to be on you! If you have the ability to die a one, show me... I have a vacant position as Commander of the Spaceport here, and I'm sure you'll be interested. ”

“。。。 Why? You can't just become the commander of the spaceport, why choose me? ”

Grayfarman's response was weak, and he suddenly lost the will to resist.

"No, the spaceport is from your solar system, I'm not interested." , a haughty and invincible demeanor appeared on the face of the traitor.

Shouldn't the so-called traitors be lowly and honorless?

Seeing his doubts, Wei Chengwu's mouth almost skimmed to his cheeks.

"I'm not a solar system, I was born a glorious Imperial samurai. So I am not a traitor, but a soldier who regards honor as my life, and how can I speak with a vile and cowardly rat like you. ”