"This..." Francis Underwood was a little embarrassed. "After investigation, it was Pruell-Barron who embezzled and misappropriated funds during the project and enriched himself. In order to cover up the negative impact caused by insufficient funds.
, she demolished the east wall to repair the west wall and hired a group of prisoners to carry out escort work, because the price of these prisoners was much lower than that of the regular escort group..."
"So, the news spread from the mouths of these prisoners?" Darth Malthael's voice became colder.
"Indeed." Francis Underwood lowered his head.
"I think, as punishment for leaking information, the place where the prisoners are should have been filled with blood, right?" Darth Malthael's voice was now as terrifying as the devil under the Nine Netherworld.
It was unimaginable that just 10 minutes ago, he was chatting and laughing with Murate on the Astro-class frigate. Of course, Murate might be the only person he could talk and laugh with now.
"This..." Cold sweat began to flow from Francis Underwood's forehead. He picked up a handkerchief and wiped his forehead, "I am asking the Intelligence Department to investigate which group of prisoners leaked the information... uh...
"
Darth Malthael raised his hand and shook it. The terrifying dark side force traveled through time and space, instantly strangled the neck of Francis Underwood on the other side of the galaxy, and then directly lifted him up!
Francis danced and struggled violently, but he couldn't even touch or see the thing holding his neck. He could only move around desperately, and his face almost turned purple.
At this time, Darth Malthael raised his hand and Francis was thrown to the ground with a plop. He rubbed his bruised neck and breathed in air.
"Listen, my dear Prime Minister. I don't care if I killed the wrong people, or if these people had any other reasons. I just know that they leaked my information, and that's enough! I
I can tolerate failure, but I will never tolerate stupidity! I cannot tolerate mercy! I cannot tolerate betrayal!" Darth Malthael said coldly, "Tell me the creed of the fourth civilization."
"I...I am a natural disaster..."
"Very well, where are those prisoners from?"
"The prisoners of the planet Kosher, they launched a riot and killed the Republic officials, and are now in a state of autonomy. In order to make money, they will do anything."
"Then, sign the order, in your name." Darth Malthael said.
"Yes... I obey."
"Then, I will tell you how the fourth natural disaster works." After Darth Malthael finished speaking, he cut off the communication directly, turned around and went to the elevator of the tower, and came to the center of the tower——
The headquarters office of Titan Security.
Here, Mira Han, Wang Bin, Big Boss and Ni Yongxiao are all here. Obviously they have received the order and are ready.
"How is the situation between Gadulla and Jabba going now?" Darth Malthael asked.
"Judging from the current situation, the combination of the two of them, and the alliance between the Besadi family and the Desiligic family, is almost inevitable. From the Hutt's point of view, they also believe that this is the most advantageous
The ending." Wang Bin adjusted his glasses and said.
"Perhaps the Hutts feel that they have been too comfortable recently!" Darth Malthael laughed ferociously. "Do they think that their chance will come when the Galactic Republic splits and a civil war breaks out? Tatooine,
It will still be mine! Christophsis, they can’t even think of getting in! Does Alok Bethadi think that by forming an alliance with Jabba, he can get rid of his commitment to me? Hehehehe..."
"I have made a plan and am waiting for your order." Big Boss said with a cigar in his mouth. "In ten years, we have taken root in Nashada. It is no longer the time when we just arrived here and have a weak foothold. Now,
It depends on how you plan to fight."
Several people present took photos of Darth Malthael's terrifying power, but he was the only one who still looked as normal and smoked a cigar.
"Alok Besadi Aura." Darth Malthael said the name coldly, "He did see that I was gradually infiltrating among the Hutts, and he wanted to stop it.
Therefore, he did not hesitate to form an alliance with his lifelong enemies, the Desiligic family. Jabba, who also understands this, will naturally not refuse... As for Gadula, she is just a loser, and she cannot make any decisions."
"But... the Besadi family under the rule of Gadula is a good family." Ni Yongxiao said lightly.
"The Besadi family is still very stable at present. Alok does have two brushes. It's just that... the Desiligic family may not be so." Das Malthael said, "A year ago, in
On the planet Kip, Jabba's father, Zorba Desiligic Tiur, was arrested there before and sentenced to 45 years in prison. However, among the Desiligic family, Jabba's is mainly the
The uncles, Gilyak-Desiljic and Jabba, were very happy to see this result, so they did not take any action to rescue him, although it was easy for the Hutt's wealth and power.
Mira Han, it’s up to you to rescue Zorba.”
Mira Han said with some excitement: "Planet Kip? It is under the jurisdiction of the Republic. If I want to go there to rescue people, I will definitely need the cover of the fleet!"
"Ah, Matt Horner's A fleet has not had any combat missions recently, and I heard that he has just taken over 10 new capital ships and now has sufficient strength. You can coordinate with him yourself." Das Massa
El smiled, "Then..."
"I will go to Ziro the Hutt to find her. And you, Big Boss, before taking action, I have some things to go to the planet Kosher, bring all the Kali people with me, and then come with me.
"Darth Malthael said.
"Your murderous intent can almost be seen with the naked eye." Big Boss said calmly.
"That's right, now...I'm very hungry..." Golden light appeared in Darth Malthael's eyes again.
…
Francis Underwood stumbled back to his mansion. He went to the bar and poured himself a full glass of wine. He only took a small sip and stood there in deep thought.
A hand stretched out from the side and took the wine glass.
Francis didn't look back, the scent of perfume had already told him that this was his wife, Claire Underwood.
Claire also took a sip of wine, looked at the bruises on Francis' neck, and asked: "What? I thought only the parliament of the Confederation of Independent Systems would fight. It seems that there is also a lot of noise here on Dawn Planet.