Several Cali mercenaries immediately dragged the man over.
Darth Malthael looked at this man, who was a tall and thin man, and asked, "Who are you?"
"Cassar Fogg. I am a teacher," said the man.
"Very good, then, what information did you give to whom?" Darth Malthael asked.
"A Republic Jaeger-class battlecruiser appeared here. They wanted to know the location of a project called the Extractor, so I told him about the abnormal energy supply problem on the planet Erin." Casal-Fogg answered.
.
"As a teacher, it is impossible for you to know about the abnormal situation on the planet Erin, so who did you ask?" Darth Malthael asked.
Casal Fogg raised his head and said: "Knowing means knowing. What I learned about the situation when I went out! It has nothing to do with anyone else!"
Darth Malthael waved his hand, and the Kali soldiers dragged out another 100 people from the crowd. Without any hesitation, they immediately shot and killed them all!
There was a struggling expression on Casal Fogg's face, and he shouted with all his strength, "It's me! It's me! No one else! I won't lie to you! There is no one else! Kill me! Kill me!!"
"
However, Darth Malthael remained unmoved, and the Kali soldiers once again dragged out 100 people and executed them on the spot.
At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd, and someone in the middle was heard shouting, "This bastard's wife and daughter are here!!!"
Casal Fogg's face changed drastically. He saw the Cali mercenaries dragging out his wife and four children from the crowd. He had two sons and two daughters. He suddenly became limp and fell to his knees.
land.
Another person in the crowd shouted, "I saw this bastard chatting privately with Necker a few days ago!!"
"Oh, is this Necker?" Darth Malthael asked with a sneer.
Casal Fogg finally accepted his fate and nodded.
The Kali soldiers immediately dragged out a Rodian man from the crowd, who was still yelling angrily, "Fogg! You bastard! You betrayed me! I still treat you as a friend! You harmed me! You
Harm me!!"
Whoa! With a flash of the red lightsaber, the Rodian's head was chopped off.
"Tell me, who did you give the message to?" Darth Malthael continued to ask.
Kasar Fogg was crestfallen and seemed to have lost all hope. He whispered, "It's Echu Shen Jon, the Jedi Master."
"Look, doesn't this solve the problem?" Darth Malthael patted him on the shoulder, "Next, we just need to talk about your reward."
"I am willing to die! I just ask you to spare my family... please..." Casal Fogg knelt and walked up to Darth Malthael, prostrated himself on the ground, and begged pitifully.
Darth Malthael smiled and stroked his head, with a kind tone, "How can I be willing to kill you and your family? Don't worry, there is a 50% chance that they will not die."
Casal Fogg raised his head with joy, "Thank you... thank you! Thank you!"
However, he only heard Darth Malthael's voice that seemed to come from hell, "I will give you two options. Option one, I will kill everyone on the planet Kosher except you, including
,your family."
Casal Fogg's expression suddenly froze, and he began to tremble all over.
Darth Malthael smiled and said: "Option two, I will only kill half of the people on the planet Kosher, but you have to choose which people are going to die. After the choice, your family will also
Will survive.”
"No...no! Please! Don't do this! You kill me! Just kill me! Kill me! Kill me!!" Casal Fogg became crazy and rushed towards him howling.
Darth Malthael actively wanted to collide with his lightsaber blade.
But a soft force blocked his movement, making him unable to move.
"Am I very kind? Dear Mr. Casal Fogg, choose." Darth Malthael's expression was still gentle, but the words he said were cruel to the extreme! The words "horrible" are not enough to describe him!
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Casal Fogg burst into tears. His cry was heartbreaking, his voice was hoarse, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
"Choose. Otherwise, I will default to you choosing the first option." Darth Malthael said.
"Wow ah ah ah..." Casal Fogg was still crying, but he finally gave a choice, "I choose... the second option..."
"How good." Darth Malthael patted his face, stood up and said to the Cali mercenary: "Supervise him to make his choice, and then put the bodies of the people he killed into the former
Prison area. Move Casal-Fogg's family into the prison area, entertain him with good wine and food, and ask him to constantly contact Shen Qiaoen to come and save him. And tell Casal that if he commits suicide,
I will hand over his family to the survivors. Finally..."
He took out a piece of blood-red Kyber crystal and said, "Put this thing on Cassar Fogg."
"Yes." The voice of the Kali mercenaries was calm and unwavering. In the genocidal war between them and the Yamrayi people, they had already lost their humanity.
"Maybe, when I come back, I will get a good toy... I think of a Sith alchemy that Plagueis once told me... Hehehe..." Darth Ma
Sayer chuckled, turned around and walked onto the spacecraft.
…
In the outer ring of the Milky Way, near the planet Velmor, a Galactic Republic Consul-class cruiser left hyperspace and entered the spaceport on the outer reaches of the planet.
Inside the spaceport, more than a dozen clone soldiers were on full alert. They escorted a Neimoidian who was dressed in gorgeous clothes but handcuffed and walked towards the spacecraft.
This Neimoidian is the Senior Sector Director of the Trade Federation, Pruul Barron.
She is still making her last effort, "The Trade Federation will pay the ransom for me, and it's not fair! That's right, it's not fair! The ransom can be directly targeted at individuals! Just make a price! Just make a price! You can ask for any amount.
!Credit points can be transferred directly to your personal account!”
"Shut up! What awaits you is the fair trial of the Galactic Republic!" A clone trooper slapped Pruul-Barron in return.
"Justice? Do you think I will have justice in the Republic Council? You are so naive! Don't I understand the bureaucracy of the Galactic Republic? I will be acquitted! And you will have nothing! All in vain! Nothing.
, nothing!" Pruell-Barron was furious.
At this moment, a shrill alarm suddenly sounded inside the spacecraft!
The somewhat panicked voice of the combat officer came over the radio, [Intruder found! Get ready for battle!]
In the spaceport command center and on the bridge of the Consul-class cruiser, the radar soldier looked at the picture from the sensor and said with a trembling voice: "There is an intruder coming!! This... there is only one, one fighter!
It’s a fighter jet of unknown type! Red!!”
"All anti-aircraft firepower, open fire immediately! Shoot him down!!" the commander shouted.
"No! It's too fast! The acceleration is close to 4000G! The fire control radar cannot lock on! This... is this the speed that humans can achieve?" The radar soldier looked at the red light and shadow on the screen and collapsed.