In the starry sky, a medium-sized battleship was flying rapidly across the star sea. In the battleship's cockpit, Bukaqi (Captain Ansha) sat on the spaceship with a solemn expression.
"Captain, why do you think you are in a good or bad mood? This is not an ordinary patrol mission." A team member asked curiously.
"The Raviga'an transfer signal station was operating illegally," Bukach said calmly.
"Illegal operations should be punished directly, right?" the team members present asked with some confusion.
"It's not as simple as you think. The relay signal operation is not standardized, and the information fed back to the empire's border is all good." Bukach said coldly.
"Isn't this normal?" After hearing Bukac's words, the players present were a little confused.
Bukaci squinted his eyes and said: "After the empire received the early warning from the Shipani, it implemented strategic defense measures. Every three days, corresponding information must be sent back from the border, and it must be mixed with the corresponding cipher text. Do you think that as long as the report is
Peace, no cipher text, what does it mean?”
"Something went wrong." The team members present reacted immediately.
"Since you know there is a problem, why don't you go to support?" a team member asked in confusion.
"It's not just a problem, there's something fishy about it. It's not just one transfer station that has this problem, there are several. So we, Heart of Darkness and Pure White Feather, were sent out to two different large signal transfer stations.
Exploration," Bucacci explained.
"What if there is something wrong with the test?"
"According to circumstances, and remember, when you arrive at the signal station, everyone will stay on the mecha. Don't come down without my order." Bukac instructed.
"Yes, captain." The team members present nodded and replied.
On the streets of Twilight City, Chitaki and Levia were walking, and snowflakes were falling continuously, and it seemed to be getting heavier.
Levia stopped in front of a very busy barbecue restaurant.
"I don't know, Mr. Chitaki, would you mind having lunch together?" Levia asked with a smile.
"Why would you mind?" Chitaki replied with a smile.
The two of them pushed open the store door and walked in. The store was very busy and the customers turned their heads to take a look.
"so beautiful!"
"What are you looking at? I don't see that the famous flower has an owner."
"I'm just sighing, I haven't seen such a beautiful girl for a long time."
"What do you two want to eat?" The uncle from the barbecue restaurant greeted us enthusiastically.
Levia picked up the menu and handed it to Chitaki, who looked at the menu and ordered some.
The two sat having a barbecue and chatting happily. I don't know if it was a tacit understanding or something else. Neither party mentioned anything sensitive. It was as if Levia had forgotten the invitation she had sent.
At the corner diagonally across from the barbecue restaurant, two figures stood there. Jesro handed Youlan, who was wearing a windbreaker, a cup of hot coffee.
Bilan took the coffee and took a sip, looking at Chitaki who was talking and laughing in the barbecue shop.
"I said, why are you squatting here in the cold weather?" Jethro said helplessly.
"I'm free." Bilan replied coldly.
Jethro's expression was very exciting, but Bilan had said so, what could he say? It was indeed a pain in the ass, but of course Jethro knew the reason why Bilan was here, and he was not worried that the boy wouldn't be able to stop him.
It's a sugar-coated bullet. Of course, if you think about it carefully, you might not be able to block it if you were on your own.
In addition, Jethro is also very helpless. He is obviously very afraid that the boy will stay, but His Highness Bilan still wants to save face and suffer the consequences. He refuses to lower his face and beg him to stay, but he still gives the decision-making power to him. Now he is worried all day long, and his rare vacation has been ruined.
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"Let's go." After a long time, when Jethro was about to fall asleep while waiting, Bilan suddenly said.
"Okay, where are we going?" Jethro was filled with joy and finally figured it out. Of course, this was not the case.
"Go to the resettlement area." Bilan replied calmly.
"Ah! Why are we going there?" Jethro's face turned dark. This holiday was really hopeless.
"Go and see the people who implemented the sowing plan and see how they are being accommodated?" Bilan said coldly.
Jethro was even more speechless after hearing this. He wanted to complain about Bilan and thought, what's there to see? Those people have abandoned the Shipany, but thinking about it, abandoning the Shipany is equivalent to abandoning His Highness Bilan, right?
"Isn't this inappropriate? Didn't the council decide to ignore them?"
"I'll leave it alone once it's settled." Bilan paused and replied.
"Okay, as long as you're happy." Jethro didn't say anything anymore. In fact, after getting along for a long time, Jethro got to know Bilan very well. He was a typical duplicitous, cold-faced and enthusiastic person.
When dusk fell, Jethro and Bilan stood on a small mountain outside the City of Twilight, looking into the distance at the densely packed tents. Many temporary lights could be seen inside, and in the temporary gathering place
On the edge, there is an army stationed specifically to guard these immigrants.
The snow is falling heavier and heavier, and the scene in front of me looks a bit desolate.
Jethro raised his head and glanced at Bilan. Bilan stood there quietly looking at the imprisoned immigration camp. Although his face was expressionless, he probably felt very uncomfortable in his heart. He was angry because he was his son after all.
The people are so homeless that they need to live under the shelter of others.
After a long while, Jethro said: "Let's go. It's good to stay here all the time. People from the Darkfall Empire will laugh at them if they see it. Besides, this is their own choice, so you don't have to take it too seriously. Besides, they
The ones who have been resettled are okay. After a period of time when the plan is worked out, they will be scattered and transported away from the main star to live in various sub-planet, and then life will slowly get back on track."
Bilan didn't say anything, turned around and left directly. There was no trace of confusion or hesitation in her eyes. Just like Jesro said, this is their own decision and their fate, so just come and take a look.
In the Dark Meteor Palace, the Lord of the Dark Meteor Kingdom sat quietly on the throne alone, thinking constantly.
Creak! The ajar door was pushed open, and a rickety old man wearing the clothes of an Anse official walked in. The old man walked to the middle of the hall and knelt down on one knee to salute.
"His Majesty."
"What facts?" the Lord of Darkfall replied coldly.
"In the past few days, we have been trying continuously, but we still cannot contact the Feralas Death Front, and communications have been subject to strong interference."
"I know, these things are so rotten in my stomach, I don't want any news to spread."
"Understood." The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and slowly withdrew.
After the old man exited, the Lord of Darkfall leaned on the throne and squinted his eyes.
He could smell the danger keenly, but of course the Lord of Darkfall was not afraid. Instead, the blood in his bones was uncontrollably agitated.
At the beginning of winter, the snow fell heavier and heavier, not getting any smaller at all. The prosperous Twilight City was soon shrouded in the white world.