Chapter 330: The Ins and Outs of the Assassination Incident: Strangely Rich Rewards
One month later, the Turian star field range.
"Warrior" Xie Yuan was on a civilian cargo ship manned by Turians, looking out the porthole at the quiet outer space.
The Turians advocate that all people are soldiers and have a relatively iron-blooded cultural system, which is somewhat similar to the talent training system of Sparta and the military system of the ancient Qin Dynasty.
The title of their supreme leader, translated in human language, is the commander of the army, or the monarch, which is a more military language.
Because they advocate a simple and practical style, their fleet, from warships to cargo ships, has a compact layout. There are no decorative objects on Turian-style ships.
Every inch of space is used for combat, and no extra space is allowed. This also results in the Turian's mobility being the best among warships of the same type.
In terms of combat capabilities, a Turian fleet can fight one-on-one against 0.8 Asari fleets, 1 Salarian fleet, and 1.5 Starfleet fleets.
But it is not without consequences that it is completely made into a purely militarized space warship - in this kind of warship, the spiritual atmosphere is suppressed by the narrow space, and only those who are used to it can get used to it.
When Xie Yuan got on this ship, he felt very uncomfortable at first.
"How does it feel to be on the ship? Compared with the Starfleet ship, how does the Turian ship compare?" The automatic door sensor opened, and Miranda, wearing a square pattern and a black and white jumpsuit that never changed, walked in and asked.
Xie Yuan's feelings aroused.
"The software is pretty good. Starlink's ships are also extremely cramped. There is only a recreation room where you can relax. There is not even a canteen below the cruiser. Everyone is eating nutritional gel."
Xie Yuan is also a veteran who has been on the Starfleet fleet for several years. He is very aware of the twists and turns inside, so he is already mentally prepared for the Turian ships that are even more exquisite.
However, Xie Yuan is not a person who enjoys appearances. After seeing the Turian cargo ship itself, he still sighed with envy: "But in terms of hardware facilities, the Turians are worthy of being a veteran space race, and they are not like us at all.
Kind of comparable to a newborn.
With just one drive core, the Turians can pack a zero-element drive engine that is 1.5 times more powerful than us in the same space. I heard that they are already experimenting with 2x the power."
"The 2.0 Tantalus Zero Element Drive Core Turian has been initially realized, and is now undergoing small-scale experiments." Miranda said abruptly when she heard this.
"Wait a minute, is this information on... on that ship?" Xie Yuan's eyes suddenly widened when he thought of a doubt.
"How is that possible?" Miranda turned around and smiled scornfully, as if she felt ridiculous at Xie Yuan's childish remarks, and then calmed down and told Xie Yuan the whole story.
"Because this person has been stuck in technology delivery, we have been working together to get the Star Alliance and the Citadel Council to jointly develop an experimental stealth frigate. This spacecraft will be built using a large amount of Turian technology.
The hull of the frigate has been roughly completed this year, and the engine space, the heart of the hull, was supposed to house the Tandaros 2.0 drive.
However, Rachlix resisted the pressure and refused to hand over the data, and instead only sent data on conventional military drive engines.
What's more, they also withheld the technical data of another stealth function, and under the instigation of Saren, the pioneer of the anti-humanity faction, they even prepared to disrupt the entire project."
"Saren? This name is so familiar... Did he have relatives and friends who died in the first contact battle?" Listening to this name, Xie Yuan felt a sense of boredom and pity in his heart, but Xie Yuan really didn't know this person.
What kind of person?
"Saren is the chief agent of the "Spectres", an important military force of the Turians in the Citadel Council."
Miranda looked at Xie Yuan with her eyes raised: "Don't tell me you don't know what a ghost is?"
"I know!!! It's similar to the 007 in the West, the KGB in Eastern Europe, and the Jin Yiwei in Asia." How could Xie Yuan, who is also a soldier, not know what "ghost" means?
"Ghosts" are agents of the "Special Tactics and Reconnaissance Department" who only answer orders from the Citadel Council. They are the elites of the military and have the authority to eliminate threats to peace and stability by any means they deem necessary, even if these means often
Beyond what galactic law allows.
"So you can understand how powerful a ghost agent who can be called the chief is."
"So what?" Xie Yuan looked at Miranda in confusion, "No matter how fierce he is, he is just a dog raised by the Citadel. No matter how ferocious he barks, so what? Does he dare to bark at the Citadel council members?
Unless he wants to be a wolf and intends to evade the parliament, there must be other masterminds behind the scenes."
"Well..." Miranda felt a little offended. Xie Yuan's words had such a huge impact that Miranda, who was also working as an agent, was also involved.
She did not think that she was a raised dog, but she also knew what Xie Yuan meant, so she could only go straight to the point: "For this reason, we decided to scare the monkeys, kill this guy, and scare Saren.
Don't block the opportunity for peace between the two races."
"What are you going to do? How do you need my cooperation?"
"Come with me, and you will know." Miranda did not say it clearly, but gave it up and left the rest room.
"Sneaky, huh." Helpless, Xie Yuan could only follow Miranda out.
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Along the way, he saw very dedicated Turian crew members walking back and forth around the passage. Xie Yuan felt very strange when he saw Miranda not saying hello to them and the crew turning a blind eye to her.
"Do they know what we are here for?" Xie Yuan followed Miranda a few steps and asked curiously.
"Of course, you may not know that Turians rely on the tribal totem paint on their faces to determine their origin. The people on this ship are all from the same tribe."
Xie Yuan looked at the oil paint on these Turian crew members, and sure enough, the skeletal armor on these people's faces were all the same color, and they were completely different from Rahlix's.
"Their leader is a Turian colony commander. He has a very big grudge with Rachlix, and the latter almost bankrupted his colony this year.
It was us, Cerberus, who saved his losses. He wanted revenge, but he couldn't take action due to the blood oath between their tribes. It happened that we also needed to shut him up, so we joined forces."
"How come Rahelix doesn't know that his enemy's tribe is here to deliver supplies this time? Would he not pay attention?" Xie Yuan felt that there was something wrong here.
"You won't care if you notice it, because all the tribes have jointly made a blood oath. They are not allowed to harm each other except as a matter of law. They uphold this very much.
He just didn’t expect that everyone who came this time would be the great king’s entourage.”
Milan and Xie Yuan came to the cargo hold junction, where there was a huge military supply box. Miranda directly pressed the release button to open the box - there was just a gap for one person under a well-packaged drilling equipment.
"This ship has been specially set up by us as the supply ship of the msv anixara. Now he is responsible for the survey mission on the ship and needs to prepare an additional set of drilling equipment."
Miranda pointed at the gap that could accommodate one person, and then handed a tablet to Xie Yuan: "Originally, if it were me, I would have to enter here, destroy the entire hull, and then assassinate the target, but
In this way, we have to pay a greater price to wipe our butt.
If you can do it without knowing it, and let him die in an accident without knowing it, but can't blame us, I can make the decision and give you 30% of the public relations funds originally used for the aftermath as your reward: part of it will be
If your sister invests in the Celta Foundation (a medical gel production company) in her name, she can probably get 5 points of shares.
A small part will be given to you in a designated account in the form of a private account, and you can get about 200,000 points, or you can get equipment of the same value through our arsenal, whichever you like."
"This is too much!" Just 5 points of shares in the Celta Foundation is a lot of money. This value has reached the price of assassinating political figures of major countries in the past.
"Although I can't refuse this generosity, it is too much."
"But this is nothing compared to the value we have to cover up the backlash," Miranda said nonchalantly, leaning next to the large military box, "and the prerequisite for you to get all this is that you can really know the gods and ghosts.
Unknowingly, he died.
But if you can't, or if you sneak in and the assassination turns into a storm, destroying the entire ship...you won't get this."
"I...I'll do my best," after firmly memorizing the general terrain of the entire target spacecraft, Xie Yuan took advantage of the situation and entered the large military box.
Miranda knelt down and looked at Xie Yuan who was hiding in the empty space: "Remember, the target is Rachlix, try not to involve other people."
"Don't worry." Xie Yuan extended a thumbs up.
"I wish you good luck," Miranda lowered the baffle again from above, and the moment it was about to close, she whispered to Xie Yuan, "Be careful."
"It's strange, what Miranda just said was actually the truth. I thought it was hypocrisy." After analyzing the situation just now, Xie Yuan was a little surprised.
However, this box does not have a gas injection trap... and there is no high-strength board around it. It is tentatively considered to be a real cargo box.
But why me, and why do I get such a high reward after I accomplish something?
Xie Yuan, who has already regarded "letting the target die without even knowing it" as a daily routine in his heart, is puzzled:
"Is it true that calling me out means killing a political enemy?"