The flagship of the Hand of God mercenary group, the starcarrier named "God's Will" is a Beamon-class giant starcarrier, this kind of starship is relatively old, and it is an outdated product eliminated by the Freedom Alliance military, but for the mercenary group, such a giant ship is still enough to make them proud of their peers.

After all, even if it is outdated, its comprehensive combat effectiveness is far from being comparable to the modern interstellar aircraft carriers officially equipped by the major forces and militaries, but the aircraft carrier is an aircraft carrier after all, and no matter how powerful the space fighter group carried in it is in battle, its huge size and equally huge fortress-level main gun alone already have quite an amazing deterrent power.

At this time, a dispute is taking place inside this interstellar aircraft carrier, which is the core force of the Hand of God mercenary group.

"Head Bradley, I think I need an explanation!"

In a conference room near the bridge of the Will of God, a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears angrily asked another burly and powerful middle-aged man sitting across from him, "Why didn't the fleet of the Hand of God rush to the designated domain as originally planned, but came to stay in this domain that was not in our plan?" And you're still hiding all this from me, what are you trying to do? ”

The founder and controller of the Hand of God mercenary group, burly and powerful-looking, the leader of the mercenary group named Bradley sat there for a long time, his legs were very rude on the conference table, he leaned his head on his arm, his eyes looked at the ceiling, and he was unaware of the middle-aged man's questioning.

After a long while, he asked lightly: "Mr. Hoffman, I think if I remember correctly, our agreement at that time was under my full command, so I think I should have the power to change the course of progress, don't you say?" Or do you regret this engagement now? If so, I think I'd be happy to accept your compensation after the breach of contract! ”

Hoffman, a middle-aged man who was crowned with honor, couldn't help but hesitate when he heard this, but then reacted: "If it's a strategic move based on your judgment, of course I have nothing to say, but I obviously heard that the reason why the fleet came to this domain is to make a deal with a pirate group that came out of nowhere!" ”

He said angrily: "Captain Bradley, you have accepted my commission and accepted a huge deposit, what we should do now is to rush to the designated place as soon as possible!" Instead of running here to waste time and what a damn pirate group to trade after accepting my commission! You're violating the ethics of a mercenary! ”

Bradley remained in his original position, but his eyes became a little fierce after Hoffman's words.

But his tone was still indifferent: "I did come to make a deal with a pirate group, Mr. Hoffman, you also know that the Hand of God mercenary group has a very wide range of business, otherwise it would not accept your commission, right?" And Mr. Hoffman, you should also know how much money it is to maintain a mercenary group, especially one with an interstellar aircraft carrier, so I must seize any opportunity to make money, otherwise, do you want me to watch my brothers go to drink the Mistral? ”

"Besides, I've calculated very carefully, a slight change of route, along with a little business, will not affect our arrival at the designated place on time, in this case, I use this extra time to help the mercenary group take care of a little business and earn a little money to supplement the mercenary group's family, what's the problem? You see, Mr. Hoffman, I have made such a decision on the premise that it will not harm your interests and will not have any impact on your commission! So, don't complain anymore, don't worry, it's just a small business, it won't take half a day for us to deal with it, and then we will rush to your designated place to continue standby, and we will definitely not miss anything! ”

Hoffman exasperated: "No, no, no, Captain Bradley, we don't have time to delay here, we must go back immediately!" Okay, how much money can you make on this small business, and how about I pay for it? I can give you twice that profit, what do you think? I have only one request, rush over immediately! ”

Bradley's eyes grew fiercer.

"What do you mean, Mr. Hoffman? Do you want me to turn down an order that I've already accepted? Do you know what this means for our Hand of God mercenary group? Also, what you just said is a serious insult to me, and I think you'd better apologize right away, or ......"

He lowered his legs from the table and slowly sat up straight: "At your own risk!" ”

With these four words, Bradley's face had completely cooled, and he sat there, staring at Hoffman, who was sitting across from him, as if he were looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

Realizing that he had angered the legendary mercenary, beads of sweat began to appear on Hoffman's forehead.

Only then did he think that the man opposite was a demon-level figure who killed people without blinking, and the lives of those who died directly and indirectly at the hands of the other party were unknown.

"Right...... I'm sorry! He stammered, "I'm sorry, Captain Bradley, I have no intention of ...... No intention to insult you! It's just that...... Just ......"

Unconsciously, because of the other party's strong aura, Hoffman even changed his address to an honorific and stammered.

At this moment, a screen in the middle of the conference room suddenly lit up, and a girl with silver hair and red eyes appeared on it.

She looked at the situation in the conference room with a blank face, and after realizing that the situation seemed to be a little wrong, her brow furrowed slightly.

"They're coming!" She said to her father in an emotionless voice, "Do you want to see them?" Or should I come? Or do you want to send someone else? ”

Bradley glanced at Hoffman coldly again, then at the girl on the screen, his eyes softened a little, and he stood up: "Idle is idle, I'll talk to them personally, it sounds like an interesting pirate group, I'm a little interested in them, Lamia, you come along, I just have something to talk to you about!" ”

With that, he strode out of the conference room, leaving Hoffman, still a little lost, to sit there alone, at a loss.

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