In the outer space of the Mingban planet, after the battle broke out here, in addition to the recovery teams of both warring parties arriving one after another and recovering the core technical components from the wreckage of their respective battleships, the fallen spacecraft, the remains of various robots and the remains of weapons
All stay where they are.
After all, this place is under the jurisdiction of the Hutts. The fleets of the Republic and the Confederacy came here to have a ping-pong game, which has made the Hutts very unhappy. After that, you still want to recover the wreckage?
So this place has now become a paradise for garbage dealers. Many garbage dealers are hired by the Hutts to drive their own garbage ships to collect the wreckage. They will not let go of even a piece of metal and collect everything.
Garbage boat.
The Durasteel used by the Republic to manufacture warship armor is a very advanced material with super protective capabilities. This material is first formed and then processed, but at least it can be used as an external armor plate.
Under the control of the navigation robot, Ziro's shuttle flew into the atmosphere of the planet Mingban. She had the unique identification code of the Hutts. All the garbage dealers operating on this planet stayed far away.
No one dares to make trouble.
She followed the navigation coordinates and came to a deserted hill. From here, she could see a man in a black cloak standing there, but he didn't know where his spaceship was parked.
The shuttle landed slowly in front of the man, and the strong wind caused by the spacecraft engine blew the man's black cloak high, but he still stood on the same spot, as steady as a rock.
Ziro walked off the spaceship with four B-2 super combat robots, looked at the man, smiled brightly, and said flatteringly: "So you are the generous donor, haha, I am really lucky to meet you."
As a Hutt, Ziro still has some unique talents. For example, she can speak fluently in the galactic common language. This is completely different from the Hutt's vocal organ, which is completely different from that of the main races in the galaxy.
It is a talent that is unique to one in a billion.
"I told you to come to the planet Mingban, alone." Darth Malthael said slowly with a ferocious look on his face.
"This is just for safety..."
Before Ziro finished speaking, he only saw Darth Malthael raise his hand and shake it. The four B-2 super battle robots suddenly trembled violently, and then the control centers on their chests were directly affected by invisible forces.
Crush it to pieces!
The four robots immediately fell to the ground emitting thick smoke and sparks flying everywhere.
Ziro the Hutt was completely shocked. She stood there tremblingly, dumbfounded, and was stunned for a moment.
"I am... the Angel of Death." Darth Malthael casually patted the non-existent dust on his hands and said calmly.
"Yes...yes...I..." Ziro's tongue was almost tied.
Darth Malthael looked her up and down for a while. Although Ziro couldn't see her face clearly, the cold, cruel eyes under the hood still made her shudder, and she couldn't help but move back a little.
"Look at you, the Hutt, Ziro...Desilijichi...Tiul..." Darth Malthael said slowly, and he compared the two Hutts and Desilijichi.
The word was very strong, "Ah, how weak and helpless. If your nephew Jabba was here, he would definitely not be so shabby."
"I..." Ziro continued to move back until she found an invisible force blocking her way back. She opened her eyes wide in horror and did not dare to speak out.
Darth Malthael approached step by step, "A Hutt, an elder of the Desiligic family, Vigo of the Black Sun... Poor Ziro, you actually owe someone money? It's only 7,000
With ten thousand credits, will you be in such a miserable state?"
"I... thank you very much for helping me pay off my debt..." Qi Luo said tremblingly.
Darth Malthael raised his hand, and a holographic projection was transmitted through a communicator. In the projection, five bloody heads were neatly placed on the table, with general symbols of the Galactic Republic piled around the heads.
Physical currency - credit ingots.
Ziro immediately recognized these people, and she read out the names tremblingly, "Rama... Ampi... Tundra... they, they..."
"Ah, that's right. They actually dared to let a Hutt, an elder of the Desiligic family, and Vigo of the Black Sun owe a debt, and they also wanted you to repay it. Don't you deserve to die? Think about it.
, If it’s Jabba, if it’s Giliak, will they ask anyone to borrow money? Will anyone dare to ask them to pay back the money?” Darth Malthael’s voice was like a demon.
Qi Luo looked at the heads in the holographic projection and his eyes became fierce.
"I just helped you exercise your rights." Darth Malthael added.
"What do you want me to do? No, I can do whatever you want me to do!" Qi Luo's heart was filled with anger, and the fear in her heart actually subsided a lot under the anger, "As long as I can get on the board I deserve
For the position, I am willing to give everything!”
She hated Jabba and Giriak, she had never hated him more than she did now!
"Go back to the planet Nashada. Get back what belongs to you." Darth Malthael said slowly.
"But... I am no match for Giliac at all. He and Jabba control almost all the assets and business of the Desiligic family." Ziro said.
"Of course you can't. But... what if you add your brother? Zorba Desilijichi Tiul." Darth Malthael said an explosive name.
"Zorba! He...he's not..." Ziro was shocked.
"He will be released from the planet Kip soon after serving his sentence." Darth Malthael said slowly, "This is to correct the path that the Desiligic family has taken."
"Take a crooked path...this is..."
"Jaba and Gadula are about to be united. In other words, the Desiligic family and the Besadi family will become one family in the future. The Besadi family, which has been fighting with your Desiligic family for thousands of years, will soon
We will sit on equal terms with you and call you brothers! Their stinky figures will always linger in front of you... and more importantly..." Darth Malthael glanced at Ziro, "You are still the marginalized person, you can only
Seeing the Besadi family enjoying your wealth, your sphere of influence, your smuggling routes, and your... planet."
Ziro's emotions had been completely aroused. She waved her short hands and shouted angrily, "No! Absolutely not! Those people in the Bethadi family deserve to die!!"