Deep in the barren desert of Tatooine, a YV-865 Oro-class cargo ship is parked on a flat place.
Yuri Orlov was sitting at the open hatch of the spacecraft, holding a bottle of cold beer in his hand, drinking it happily, and humming a song of unknown meaning in his mouth.
"We're just going to wait like this? Same as last time?" Vitaly came over and took the bottle from Yuri's hand, took a big sip himself, and then burped beautifully.
"That's right, just like last time, just wait. This is the harvest season!" Yuri swung his legs, feeling very comfortable.
However, at this time, Cunte came over from the cockpit, his face livid. He said in a deep voice: "We must leave, now, immediately, immediately!"
"Don't worry about this for a while, we can..."
Before Yuri finished speaking, he was grabbed by Cunte. Cunte's eyes were a little red. He looked into Yuri's eyes and gritted his teeth and said: "I don't know what balance the manager wants you to break, but
Anyway, let me tell you now! Things are getting serious!"
Only then did Yuri realize something was wrong. He slapped Murte's hand away and asked, "What happened?"
Cunt pressed something like a portable radio into Yuri's hand, "That group of Bothans robbed the Bangta Night podracing competition held by Jabba the Hutt! Killing hundreds of spectators and dozens of
A mercenary, and then stole more than 1 million credits! Now Jabba has increased their bounty to 200,000 credits each and vowed to cut them into pieces!"
"Fuck! Are those guys so bold?" Even Yuri was shocked at this point. He had been inspecting Tatooine for a long time and naturally knew about the reputation of Bounta Night Podracer.
"We can't stay on Tatooine now, we must leave now!" Villaget said.
"Wait a minute, it should be safe for us to hide in the desert now." Yuri shook his head, "There are enough supplies on the spaceship. The Gobi desert we visited yesterday can avoid radar detection..."
"We have to go!" Cunte said sternly, "Now this matter has involved the manager!"
"What the hell...you mean the manager? Why is he involved? No matter how hard you look, you will only find us?!" Yuri was stunned.
Cunte sighed and said: "Maybe this is the arrangement of the manager. I can only tell you this - the black hand behind the scenes has moved."
Yuri was stunned. After a long time, he turned to the T-850 and said: "Unload the weapons and ammunition, dig a hole and buy them! Hurry!!"
T-850 immediately followed the instructions, picked up the shovel and started working, digging quickly.
"What are you doing? We have to leave now!" Murte grabbed Yuri.
Yuri turned around and hugged Cunte's shoulders and said seriously: "Cunte, listen! Although we haven't known each other for a long time, I know you and you know me! Right. So, you must do this.
listen to me!"
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Murote's reply, he said to the other two T-850s: "Tear off all the bionic skin on your body! Then go find him and remove the learning restriction device. Then you will stay here.
In the desert, weapons and ammunition are divided into three parts and buried, do you understand?"
T-850 nodded expressionlessly, and then began to tear its own skin. The bionic skin was torn, and the artificial blood flowed all over the floor. It looked as disgusting as a plasma movie.
Yuri took out another communicator and handed it to him, "Listen, this is the only communicator that can contact Broderick Gravel, which means he can only find you now! If he is at the end of his rope, take him with you.
Come here and get some ammunition and supplies, but don’t let them die!”
T-850 continued to tear at the skin, while still nodding.
"Then you need to let them weld a layer of armor on your body, but don't reveal your true colors. After taking out the learning restriction device, you need a name, just... OK, let's call it Jason Statham. Then tell Bu
Roderick Rubble, I will be back! If you haven't died yet, I will be back! Bring back more powerful weapons! Do you hear me?" Yuri became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end he almost shouted.
.
"I understand, leave it to me. Broderick Gravel will not die," Jason Statham said.
Another T-850 has already helped him remove the learning restraint device.
A moment later, the Oro-class cargo ship took off and flew towards the sky. T-850 Jason Statham stood in the weapons and ammunition pile, looking at the spacecraft from a distance.
The yellow sand of the desert blew against his metal mechanical skeleton still stained with artificial flesh and blood, making it look extremely terrifying.
At this time, the communicator Yuri gave him rang. He picked up the communicator and said in a somewhat rigid voice: "I am Jason Statham, I am Santa Claus who stayed to help you..."
Tang Xiao looked at the Cun Te who was in front of him with a face full of dust, with a solemn expression, "You mean, the person behind the scenes has taken action?"
"That's right." The villager nodded and said a name, "Hego Damask II, he took the initiative to contact me."
"It's expected, but it's also unexpected. What did he say?" Tang Xiao was not as surprised as Cun Te expected, and just asked calmly.
"He has a commission to give us, and he asked you by name to participate in this operation." Murte said, "This time Yuri caused an uproar on Tatooine, and Tatooine almost turned into a battlefield. Then,
He contacted me, and you said before that this person is dangerous...why did he come to you directly?"
Tang Xiao took a deep breath, leaned back on the back of the seat, and said softly: "Because of my power."
"Power? Manager, what is your plan? Why do you want Yuri to detonate the powder keg of Tatooine?" Murte asked.
"I really want to tell you, but I can't." Tang Xiao shook his head, "Only you can't know, at least not now. Otherwise, Hei Ge will learn about my plan from you. Now go to the medical department.
Go there and have a sleep, and then let them give you a deep hint. From now on, you will only think that Yuri's arms trafficking operation was just the result of his accident and had nothing to do with me."
"Manager, who is Hei Ge? Is he really so scary? I only know that he is a director of Damask Holding Group, a subsidiary of the Interstellar Banking Association. He can actually..." Cunte was completely shocked.
"I will tell you, Cun Te, but not now, if you can trust me." Tang Xiao walked over and hugged Cun Te, and said softly: "This is a gamble of mine, friend. If you lose,
Maybe I will die miserably. But if I win, then... after the war 13 years later, there will be a place for us in this galaxy."