A small starship sailed quietly without turning on its own logo, sneaking towards the fixed jumping point ahead. On the command platform of the starship, two huge semi-arc building structures had appeared.
There is a faint ripple flow in the space in the center of the arc.
This is a large space jump gate. It uses the natural space channels in the universe to greatly increase the jump distance of starships and greatly reduce the jump cost. This is also the most common jumping method for most civilian starships. The free point-to-point jump
They are basically for military use, which not only requires extremely detailed data on both ends, but also consumes huge amounts of energy.
At this time, a scanning beam swept through the space, and the small starship originally hidden in the darkness was immediately outlined. Several monitoring beams immediately shone over and hit the starship.
There was chaos in the starship command cabin. Several young people were in a hurry. Some wanted to evade, some hurriedly restarted the stealth system, and some tried to disguise themselves as a meteorite. But these efforts had no effect at all. The starship's
A voice sounded on the public channel: "This is the guard fleet of the 4th Dynasty Fleet. You have broken into the restricted area. Please report your identity immediately!"
Several young people looked at each other, and one of the short-haired beauties replied: "I am the host of the Canxing News Channel. We want to go to the N77 star field for on-site interviews through the jumping point in front."
"The N77 star field is a restricted area and you have no right to enter. Stop the ship immediately for investigation. Do not make any changes or try to escape, otherwise we will attack." The voice coming from the public channel was very cold.
The short-haired woman gritted her teeth and just said, "You have no right to block public jump points." The starship suddenly shook violently, and a high-energy beam accurately shot at the rear of the starship, destroying the small starship with one shot.
Left engine.
The short-haired beauty was stunned, and the young people in the cabin were also frightened. The command cabin suddenly turned dark red, and the piercing alarm sounded non-stop. The man in charge of the pilot turned pale, smiled bitterly, and signaled surrender.
A starship from the 4th Fleet approached, and in the blink of an eye, a dozen heavily armed Marines rushed into the cockpit, pointing their guns at the young men.
Just as the man on the bridge was about to speak, he was hit directly on the head by a gun butt, flew out and hit the bulkhead on the other side, and then bounced back to the ground. He struggled to get up, but was stepped on the head.
Go up and press hard.
The remaining young people were pulled out of their seats, knocked to the ground, stepped on, and handcuffed one by one. The short-haired beauty lay on the ground and shouted angrily: "You have no right to treat us like this! We are citizens of the dynasty
!I want to sue you! I want to expose your evil deeds!"
The captain leading the team squatted on the ground and pressed her back with his knee. Hearing these words, he smiled gloomily, slapped her butt hard, and then twisted it hard. The short-haired beauty's scream immediately turned into
Scream.
A deep voice sounded on the captain's communication channel: "What's going on?"
"It's nothing, a few little guys are not very obedient."
"Keep them clean, and if they really don't obey you, just leave them on the boat."
At this time, a soldier checking the starship's main brain said: "They made a short jump and did not turn on the track transponder the whole time."
The captain whistled and said: "So, you have a whole light-year journey that is unrecorded. Do you really think you can sneak past? But this is good, it saves me the trouble, as long as the master brain is destroyed,
No one knows what happened to you."
The captain turned around and said: "Clear all the mastermind records and make it cleaner. You guys, go to the back cabin to check and see if there are any other important things. We will evacuate in 10 minutes. Wasp, you go last and set up a
Automatic navigation, the target is our base fort."
"clear!"
The captain squatted down again, lifted the short-haired beauty's chin with his hand, and said meaningfully: "Do you understand, little guy? You broke into the military restricted area, and then the starship was destroyed. You were lucky enough to be rescued.
Of course, it’s possible that we were not lucky and we didn’t find your rescue capsule, do you understand? Maybe you didn’t even have time to enter the rescue capsule and were just thrown into the universe..."
Several young people looked pale, and the short-haired beauty was angry and scared. The captain stood up and made a gesture, and a soldier handcuffed the short-haired beauty's hands behind her back and lifted her up.
A moment later, a ball of light lit up in the deep sky, and the small starship exploded completely, turning into countless cosmic dust.
In a small room on the 9th floor underground of the headquarters of the Federal Bureau of Special Investigation, Evans sat leisurely in a chair and browsed the latest news. The room was not large, with a bedroom inside and a living room and study outside. The lighting was bright and soft.
But there are no windows, and the day and night changes can only be judged from the system time.
Evans rubbed his brows, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and rested for a while. At this time, the image of a middle-aged man appeared in the room. He looked ordinary and had no features. He had just seen it.
The kind of ordinaryness that can be forgotten at a glance. He sat down in front of Evans, even though the virtual image did not need to sit down.
"You can go." His tone was calm and expressionless.
Evans didn't open his eyes and said calmly: "I live well here, why should I leave?"
The man opposite frowned slightly and said, "This is your last chance, do you really want to leave?"
"I have lived here for 32 days, and there is nothing wrong with me. I can leave if I want, and I have been given a reason that can convince me. Oh, don't forget, every day, the reasons become stronger.
You and your superiors will also have heavier responsibilities."
The man did not speak, but was thinking, seeming to be weighing something.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Evans suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Are you stalling for time?"
The man raised his hand, and a clock appeared in front of him, and then he watched the hands reach 3 o'clock. He breathed a sigh of relief, with an unexplainable smile on his face, stood up, and said: "Mr. Evans, you are now
Officially arrested."
Evans looked at him, raised the corners of his mouth, and said slowly: "It seems that the situation outside has changed beyond my expectation... I need to see a lawyer."
"The pair of difficult young lawyers are still under investigation, and the formal arrest warrant for them was one day earlier than yours. So if you want to find a lawyer, you will have to change someone."
Evans raised his eyebrows slightly, shrugged and said, "No problem, then I need to meet with the family lawyer."
"I will report your application to the superiors. But now, you have to find another place to live."
After a while, Evans and the man finally walked through the long, dark and damp passage. The man opened a rusty iron door at the end of the passage, pushed Evans in, and then slammed the iron door shut.
A sarcastic voice came from outside the door: "This is the prison cell."
At this moment, Evans had changed into prison clothes, and the original comfortable clothes had been taken away. He glanced around, and there was a dim light in the cell that was flashing. Fortunately, Evans could increase the brightness by himself, and
No need to rely on lights.
This is a cell of only four or five square meters, with a bed on one side and a toilet and washbasin on the other side. The bed is made of composite material, with only a thin sheet covering it, and it is not dirty enough to make people complain. But the toilet and washbasin are
The sanitary condition of the washbasin is worrisome. The walls and floor are made of cold exposed cement, which is cold and damp, and there are wet spots everywhere.
This cell is still in the headquarters of the Special Investigation Bureau, but it is more than 20 floors underground.
All of Evans' personal belongings were not allowed to be brought over, and they were all left in the original room. He did not say a word during the entire room transfer process, nor did he make any complaints or protests.
Not long after, heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor. With every step, the soles of the shoes would rub against the ground, making an uncomfortable rustling sound.
The cell door opened, and an old man with a gloomy musty smell walked into the cell. He held a pair of rusty scissors in his hand and said, "According to the regulations, you have to cut your hair."
Evans looked at him calmly.
The old man smiled evilly and said, "Don't waste time, just sit on the toilet!"
Evans didn't say a word and sat down slowly.
After a while, the ground was covered with a layer of bright blond hair, and the flowing blond hair on Evans' head turned into short and uneven hair. Some of them were simply shaved off, leaving a few bloody wounds.
The old man slammed the iron door shut, dragged his feet, and left through the long corridor.
Evans finally reached out and touched his head, sighed softly, and said to himself: "You owe a lot, how are you going to pay it back? I'm curious."
At the Jolly Roger headquarters, Hathaway was immersed in handling official duties. An assistant knocked on the door and came in, saying: "People from the Federal Staff Committee are here and requesting access to all information related to Light Years."
Hathaway frowned slightly and said, "Where do we have any information related to light years?"
"They said they want all the combat records in the N7703 star field."
Hathaway sneered: "They want to see a joke about me being captured?"
The assistant shrank his neck and said: "Well... they didn't say it, and I don't know."
“Did they bring identification and formalities?”
"The identity has been confirmed and the transfer procedures have been brought."
Hathaway took the light screen, carefully read their ID documents and the transfer procedures, then nodded and said, "Go and cooperate. Show them whatever they want to check."
After the assistant left, Hathaway returned to her seat and sat down slowly. After thinking for a moment, she connected to a private channel and said, "Help me check the troops that will be transferred to the N7703 system in the near future."
After a while, a voice sounded from the other side of the channel: "There is some bad news. The confidentiality level of these transfer information has been raised, and it is now beyond my authority."