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Five hours later, the galaxy [REDACTED], the first [REDACTED] planetary high orbit.

Char's field ship is entering the space station's spaceport.

In front of the ship's airlock, Char and his attendant Lara were waiting for the port entry procedure to be completed.

"Do I want to call you Char now?" Lara asked.

"No need, after taking off my mask, I'm just an insignificant field operator." Char shook his head, "Old rule, call my number 522." ”

"As you wish, Agent 522."

522 nodded, just as the port call process ended, and the airlock door in front of him opened upwards.

The spaceport is completely devoid of the normal busy scene of the spaceport, there are only a few field ships moored in the huge port, a small number of staff are busy around the field ship, a cargo ship is unloading, and the containers are thrown out of the cargo compartment one by one by the robotic arm, and then pulled into the unloading port on the side of the port by the traction beam.

"It's still so depressed." Lara muttered to herself.

After hearing this, 522 said: "This is not a commercial center, and the noise is not normal, maybe there will be some bloody disaster." ”

"Why is the uproar associated with the Bloodlight Calamity?"

"yes, why?" 522 looked thoughtful, "I said this unconsciously, which shows that these two are connected in my subconscious, but I can't think of where the connection is, and the last thing people understand is themselves." ”

Lara just looked at 522's back and didn't answer.

The two of them kept drifting like this, and finally floated directly into the gravity zone and landed steadily. The Pique, who was standing near the boundary of the gravity zone with PDA in hand, gave a thumbs up: "Nice landing." Agent 522 and one of his entourage entered for confirmation. The boss is waiting. ”

522 nodded, and headed inside the gravity zone. Lara followed him, bowing slightly as she passed the Piques.

"The Piques are very calculating," Lara said to 522 after being far enough away from the Piques, "and it's better to be polite to them." ”

"So didn't you do it, that's enough." 522 said without looking back.

The two walked through the long hallway. Ascended to the space station rail ship waiting at the end of the corridor.

In normal public space stations, teleportation is disabled for security reasons - otherwise, anyone with teleportation rights can enter any part of the station at will and abduct anyone without knowing it, which would cause great anxiety among the public using the station. Of course, the owner of the space station will not be stingy with the teleportation system when necessary, but it still has to be pretended to be disabled for teleportation.

However, this space station is not a large public space station, but there is no human teleportation, and 522 cannot directly teleport into the boss's office.

Because inside this space station. Only a handful of people have access to internal teleportation, and the rest of the people can only move around the station on foot or by car.

The rail vehicle ran quickly along the track, passed through the ecological cylinder of the space station, and when it approached the end of the cylinder, it left the track near the central axis of the ecological cylinder and fell towards the bulkhead, that is, the ground.

Eventually, the boat stopped in front of a three-story building.

522 got off the boat and walked straight to the house.

Upon entering the door is a frighteningly large hall with extravagant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and a holographic portrait of the owner of the house hanging directly opposite the door.

522 didn't even look at the portrait. Straight through the hall into the passage to the study, a moment later he knocked on the door of the study.

The door quietly shrank into the wall. The entrance to the study opens open.

Behind the desk facing the door, the back of the huge swivel chair was facing the doorway, and the person sitting on it could be seen, but a faint light smoke could be seen slowly rising in the backlight from the window.

"Congratulations on completing the mission again," the boss's voice came from the direction of the chair, "although the way it was done was a little different than we expected. ”

"A black cat and a white cat are good cats if they catch mice."

"That's right. So I'm congratulating you, instead of killing you. The boss's voice was very steady, "The organization is very happy with your performance, of course, that's what the scene says." Many of you are already thinking about weakening me by freeing you from my control. ”

"Sounds like a rancid stench of the Galactic Council." 522 said.

"Of course, the organization itself is like the shadow of the council, and the ontology tastes like nothing, and the shadow is not exempt from vulgarity. By the way, two of the Turian heirlooms were stolen, what do you think about that? ”

"Didn't Lin Youde steal it?"

"That's what I said to the other bigwigs, but everyone is not stupid, 522. You have your purpose, I don't interfere, this is an agreement we reached, but now you are asking me to help you carry the pot, all the big guys think that I took those two things, I will help you carry the pot first, you have to know how to be grateful, you know? ”

"Thank you very much, I will definitely go to the soup to repay your kindness."

The boss snorted, judging from this voice, he didn't expect much from 522's gratitude.

522 cleared his throat: "So, what's my next mission?" ”

"There's no quest, you need time to get your little secret, right, so I'll give you a holiday."

"Don't you really need me to go to Gregu and surprise the Naboras?" 522 asked.

"I'm very well informed, and it looks like I'm going to clean up my confidential personnel. Gregu's affairs were left alone, and naturally someone would go to trouble the Nabolas. ”

"Well, then, I'm going to take my leave." 522 holds down his chest and bows to the boss, a posture reminiscent of the British butler in human culture.

The boss didn't reply, so 522 backed away from the room.

Lara didn't put on a humble posture like he did, just bowed to the boss, and then turned around and left with her head held high.

After going out, Lala said to 522: "I always feel that the boss is so refreshing, there is some ulterior purpose." ”

"Of course he has ulterior motives, and he's not a philanthropist. We belong to the relationship of using and being used, and everything means an exchange of interests. Somewhere in the future we will definitely have to pay him for the blame, maybe we are already paying, who knows. But that's good, use each other before turning your face, and whoever uses it more thoroughly before turning your face. Whoever wins. I don't think I'm going to lose. ”

"You should be able to hear all these bosses."

"Of course, it doesn't matter, what I just said should be our consensus, and the boss and I are like-minded."

As he spoke, Char opened his arms and posed at the camera and microphone that he didn't know where to hide.

**

In the study, the swivel chair slowly turned back from facing the window, and the person on the transfer pressed the thick cigarette in his hand into the ashtray.

At this time, the bookcase next to the study moved, and a new room appeared behind the removed bookcase, and there was a barrier between the room and the study that was anti-psionic detection.

"You've opened the barrier anyway." The boss looks at the people in the room. "This thing is useless at all, when the other party has a strong perception system psyker, it is useless, when the other party only has an ordinary perception system psychic, although it will be useful, but as long as the other party is not stupid, he will know that there is something hidden here."

"Since it's all installed, it's natural to use it, otherwise wouldn't there be no point in deliberately installing it?"

Said one of the eight people in the room.

Then. Eight people walked out of the room. The eight come from several different races, all female, and all meet the galactic standard for judging the appearance of humanoids. In the eyes of the vast majority of humanoid creatures, these eight people belong to very beautiful existences.

No matter who sees the eight people who appeared here at this time, they will be regarded as the harem of the boss.

This view is not entirely true, but it paints a picture of the facts to some extent.

In the words of the boss himself, it is, "I originally only wanted the 'Four Heavenly Kings', but God gave me a 'Eight Stars'".

"Is it okay to let him go like this?" One of the Eight Stars asked.

"No problem, anyway, the script has already been written, and we will develop according to the script if we don't do anything." So says the boss.

Two of the Eight Stars ran to him. He sat down in his arms, stretched his waist and said, "I said, aren't we going to see the children?" ”

"A bunch of carefree kids, what's there to see."

"Tsk, that's ruthless."

The boss didn't speak. Instead, he looked up at the ceiling, and the holographic projection activated the moment his gaze moved upwards, and a hologram of a spaceship appeared on the ceiling.

"Sometimes I miss the days of adventures in spaceships, but those days are over forever, just like you can't be a teenager forever."

"But I can stay young forever!" Two of the Eight Stars raised his hand and gestured with a V.

"Yes, yes, there is no solution to racial superiority."

"I want to kill you every time you say that." So says one of the eight stars.

The third of the eight stars immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, kill this big wave of monsters." ”

"It's too much, obviously there is a person who lives longer than me and will stay young forever."

Four of the eight stars have a "about my birds" expression.

However, it's really none of her business, because the beautiful girl in the boss's arms is looking at the only girl with glasses among the eight.

"I'm not going to get old, but I'm going to get bigger." Five of the Eight Stars said.

The second of the eight stars changed the subject without warning at this time: "Speaking of which, why don't we try to revise the script?" Maybe [now] it's time to change it. ”

"Impossible, it's still early, let's wait slowly." The boss shook his head.

"I'm really looking forward to what will happen after that point in time......" Hachisei said as he put his arm around the boss's neck and squeezed his chest against the boss's strong chest, "just like I was looking forward to tonight!" ”

"You won the lottery?" The boss asked, a little surprised.

"Hey~" the second of the eight stars made a V gesture, "Won a week!" (To be continued.) )