C13

The bar was dark, and after being robbed by the army, there was only a pitiful amount of stock left. Even so, there were still dozens of regular customers sitting around the bar, quietly tasting the food. To them, this inferior and bitter wine was more suited to their current mood.

Rimmer walked into the bar and looked around. His gaze was fixed on a middle-aged man sitting in the corner.

"Sir, we only have whiskey left."

The bartender walked to Lin Mo's side and said in a somewhat bitter tone.

"No problem, give me a bottle."

Lin Mo nodded, took off his coat, and walked over to the middle-aged man to place it on the back of the chair. The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at him dispiritedly before he lowered his head again. Lin Mo furrowed his brows and unhappily threw the gloves onto the table.

"I'm not here to see you look like a bastard. What do I want? "

The middle-aged man shook his head. "I don't plan on giving it to you."

Lin Mo coldly smiled, not feeling surprised at all. He took out an envelope from his coat and threw it in front of the middle-aged man, "There's 5 million Star Alliance dollars inside. Hand over what you want and you can go to another region and be rich. or you plan to. "

He stopped. The bartender placed a dusty bottle of whisky on the table, bowed, and left.

"Or do you want me to torture you until you're half crippled, get something out of your mouth, and then make you hang yourself in discomfort?"

Lin Mo's voice was incomparably cold and indifferent. "I'll give you five seconds to think about it."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before carefully looking up at Lin Mo. Then, he hurriedly lowered his head. Please. Please take it back. " He returned the envelope to Limer. Before Lin Mo could open his mouth, he said, "Please do not misunderstand. This time. There is a great deal of uncertainty in the information I have. "

Lin Mo was just about to flare up when he thought of something. His face softened as he said, "Continue."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, as if giving himself the courage to continue speaking, "I knew that something would not be right when the intelligence officer passed on to me, because the intelligence officer would not be able to contact me the next day. There were three pieces of information, all of which were uncertain. I know the importance of this mission, so I did. If I don't give you the information, I will just be sending you to your death. " After he finished speaking, he finally raised his head and looked Lin Mo in the eye.

"Yes."

Lin Mo was silent for a moment, before he loosened the dagger in his hand and said, "You are not bad, you did not fail the hard work that Haeru put in for your intelligence team."

The middle-aged man heaved a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to say something, Lin Mo spoke again, "But, I still have to take away the information." He waved his hand to stop the middle-aged man from speaking, "I know what you want to say, but I still want to go and take a look. To us, this mission is also a matter of life and death. "

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Your special forces are all lunatics. "Well, I hope you're lucky." He took out a sealed paper bag from his pocket. "Inside is all the information and information. Three possibilities. "Really, I hope you're lucky."

Lin Mo turned his head and looked at the bartender wiping his wine glass in the bar. "You don't seem to know my style. Luck. I really did not look forward to it. " He picked up the paper bag and walked out of the bar. He didn't forget to put the whiskey in his coat pocket before he left. Walking out of the bar, he looked towards the center of the city. The tallest building there had targets he had to kill.

"Hmm?"

Orwell subconsciously looked towards the city below. Just now, there was a slight piercing pain between his eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" The man with the scar on his face lazily laid on the office sofa and asked, "Still thinking about how to get rid of Hegel? Or is he thinking about the assassination that could come at any time? "

" You seem to be very relaxed, as if I was the only one listed for assassination. "

The corner of Orwell's mouth twitched. "How's the interrogation for the spy we caught?"

"He's still as stubborn as before. Even if you use a large amount of hallucinogenic drugs, it's still useless. This brat's genes have already been modified, he's a monster without any feelings of pain. " The scarred man opened his personal computer and took a look.

"Then send him to meet their god. I'm very merciful."

Orwell shook his head. He turned to look down at the city, and his heart skipped a beat. Not long ago, the guards had captured dozens of Argo's spies, but in their torture they had found out that all of them had been genetically modified to become insensate vegetarians who relied entirely on the metal scaffolding inside their bodies for their activities. These people did not have the concept of danger, no matter how close the guards were they would dare to infiltrate. Death was a perfect release for these people.

For a country like this, the Auden Empire had really defeated them. If there had been no mechs to fight at the beginning, what would have been the outcome?

"What are you thinking?"

The scarred man sat up from the sofa and fiddled with an expensive plant beside the sofa. He had a mocking smile on his face as he asked, "Are you feeling uneasy?"

" No. I was just wondering when the Empire's support would arrive. "

Without batting an eyelid, Orwell turned his head and pulled the curtains to the French windows. "Speaking of which, the second generation mechs have already entered the battle, right?"

"What's the point of thinking so far ahead? That's not what we have to consider right now."

The scarred man stood up from the sofa and stretched. He laughed at Orwell, opened the door, and walked out. "I'm going back to my mother ship, so you must not die before this." "I hope the next time I come, I can still see you alive, haha!"

Orwell looked at the man's leaving figure and curled his lips in disgust. "What a disgusting fellow."

"General, we are about to reach the designated airspace."

Douglas came back from his reverie. He looked at the serious aide in front of him and nodded. "Distance."

"Less than 100,000 km. We captured the spatial fluctuations of the movement in the migration orbit, which was two days ago. " The aide flipped open the flight chart in his hand. "The trajectory of the jump is extremely huge. We have detected the wavelength of movement of a [Sky Disaster] class fleet." If there's no accident, it's the [Blood Fox] that we're looking for. "

"My luck is pretty good, I just happened to make it."

Douglas took a sip of his coffee and cleared his throat vigorously, "Order, all the captains are in battle readiness and the main cannons are recharging. We move directly outside the orbit. "

The aide was a little doubtful. "General, moving over the rail will cause some damage to the hull."

Douglas glared at him. The aide immediately knew he had said something wrong, so he put away the folder and left the room.

The bows of the three destroyers at the front of the huge fleet released a silvery white light. The three light arcs entered the empty space and accurately connected into a single point in the unreachable space. Around the arc of light, silvery-white ripples slowly spread to the surroundings. Following the movement of the ripples, the pitch-black space began to collapse piece by piece, revealing a silver-white channel that flickered with a silvery white brilliance as far as the eye could see. Since it was not a migration trajectory built on the space cracks created by the wormhole's disappearance, the passage was somewhat unstable. Countless silvery white arcs of lightning flashed back and forth in the surroundings of the passageway. The fleet didn't hesitate to enter the tunnel, and the few hundred battleships at the front were instantly torn apart by the spatial pull, revealing the outermost layer of protective coating. However, the fleet behind them followed closely without any suspicion of the captain's orders. Very quickly, the entire fleet entered the silver-white spatial passageway and began to move.

Countless light years away, space began to collapse without any forewarning. At that moment, countless silvery-white beams of light ruthlessly struck the collapsed space. The terrifying firepower completely destroyed the newly formed exit in seconds and disappeared into the universe.

"General has a divine plan. He actually predicted that there would be pursuers." Judging from the scale of the spatial shift, it should be a [Sky Disaster] class fleet. To be able to take down such a huge fleet without any bloodshed, your status in the Empire will skyrocket. "

The bearded man said respectfully to the man sitting on the podium.

The pale and bloodless man raised his hand and sucked a piece of paper into his mouth, revealing an intoxicated expression. He did not seem to see the spectacular sight of the bridge still bombarding the moving tracks.

"Lord Village Head, watch carefully."

Adolf laughed sinisterly. His face, which had become deathly pale from taking too many drugs, became abnormally red. "You dared to chase after my opponent after hearing my name, so you won't die so easily in space. He has at least seven ways to create a fake space orbit without going through it. "Right now, I just want to see where my opponent will come from."

He licked his lips. "It's been a long time since I've felt such a thrill."