From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 417 Target, A.Bawa.Ku

In the Federation, Heine Star System - Heine 3.

As a 'planetary ecological reserve', this planet prohibits any unauthorized personnel from entering or leaving. This has prevented this Earth-like planet from being developed by humans for the time being, and everything remains in its most natural state.

However, somewhere on the planet's coastal area, there is a huge building that is not included in the planet's "man-made buildings" registration list.

The UFO-shaped building is built on top of a tall cliff. On one side is a lush primeval forest, and on the other side is the boundless ocean. This clean and pure scenery is rare in the territories currently controlled by humans.

On the giant helipad outside the building, there are many space shuttles parked, which can be seen to be expensive just by looking at their appearance. They are quietly parked in the indication area, like a group of birds competing for beauty, showing the strength of their "owners" from every angle.

Obviously, this is not a protected area monitoring station or other scientific research facility, and the extremely luxurious decoration inside the building has nothing to do with "scientific research".

The identities of the guests inside, who are dressed in bright and beautiful clothes and whose coats alone are worth the lifetime income of the lower-class residents, are also very "simple". They are the actual controllers of the major federal companies, or in other words, the "shadow government" to some extent.

"This lieutenant general seems to have been making more and more small moves recently. I don't know what he has done. There are actually people among those 'consumables' who want to report him."

At the pool table, a middle-aged man suddenly spoke after pushing the target ball into the hole.

"A lieutenant general who was sent here after losing a battle can't cause any trouble." Another man who was also holding a cue stick continued while watching his opponent play, "So have you dealt with those who wanted to report you?"

"Of course it was disposed of. Otherwise, would it be left in the factory downstairs as a time bomb?"

The middle-aged man who was asked nodded, as if "dealing with" the people below was a very common thing, and even continued to add: "Let the 'cleaning team' do the work, clean it up thoroughly, and nothing is left behind."

"Then what should we do with this supervising lieutenant general? If he continues to investigate like this, it won't be a good thing."

Another man who was sitting on the sofa watching the two play basketball said while browsing his personal terminal, "If he really compiles some materials and directly hands them over to the federal court, although it's not certain that anything can be done, at least we have to send people to do the superficial work and put on a show. Maybe we'll have to pick a few unlucky guys to take the blame."

Next to the man, two human catgirls who were "created" with animalistic characteristics through genetic engineering were kneading him carefully, and from time to time they would raise their heads and rub against his neck, just like a real cat.

On the other side, the man who had completed the pool again but let the target ball miss the bag stood up and said while looking at the two "cat girls":
"Let's keep our men in check. This lieutenant general won't be able to get any substantial evidence. By the way, are you guys at Gabriel Biology really not considering putting this 'cat girl' on the market?"

"The Ethics Committee has not approved it. What can I do? Anyway, they think that this kind of genetic engineering is unethical and illegal, so they have not approved our application." The man sitting on the sofa said with some frustration.

"Then send me some."

"No problem. We are not related. I'll have someone send some to you later."

"Hey, you two." The middle-aged man who was about to hit the ball stood up and looked at the two people who had gone off topic with a look of displeasure on his face.

"Don't think too much about this. Although Van Fleet has no command power, he is at least a lieutenant general in the army, and he still has some capable confidants under him. If he is determined to investigate, no one knows what he will find."

"What should I do? Should I ask the cleaning team to kill him as well?"

"It's not impossible, but I think our dear President Brandon will turn against us."

"WOW, gentlemen. How come I hear such an exciting topic as soon as I get here~" A woman in a dress suddenly came to this area. She exuded a mature aura from head to toe, but her appearance looked no different from a young girl.

"Mrs. Paris, why are you here?" The three men near the pool table stopped what they were doing and stood up to greet the lady.

"I was just wandering around because I was bored, and when I heard you guys talking about Lieutenant General Van Fleet, I decided to come and complain to you." Paris unfolded a small and exquisite folding fan, covering her mouth with her hands and laughing.

"He is just an army lieutenant general. He can't threaten your Raging Waves ships anyway, right?"

"You are right, but the vice admiral who was hidden in the rear of the navy has recently taken similar actions to General Van Fleet. He is extremely strict in supervising and inspecting. In addition to our Nutao, several other ship companies have also been inspected."

Paris said this in a resentful tone while sitting on a sofa near the pool table. Her clothes were a little tight due to her sitting posture, which perfectly showed her beautiful body, making several men unable to take their eyes away.

"You mean these two have discussed it and are cooperating with each other?"

"It's very likely. After all, my men have taken photos of them appearing in the same tavern at the same time. And it's not just once or twice. To be precise, they have been meeting each other frequently since the supervision began."

"So the two of them exchange information through this offline communication method? No wonder my team has been monitoring them for so long and has not obtained any valuable information." A man nodded thoughtfully after hearing what Paris said.

"So, gentlemen, we should think of some solution. We don't want them to continue investigating." Paris said while fanning herself gently with a fan.

"It's too risky to send a 'clean-up team' to handle it. The lieutenant general-level security, especially their personal security, is not to be trifled with."

"Then I'll go and 'knock' the Army Commander and ask him to find a way to restrain Van Fleet? This guy has received a lot of benefits from us, so it's time for him to do something about it."

"What about Guterres? Trafalgar has been at the front line the whole time. It's rare for us to get in touch with him. Even if he comes back, I don't think we can convince this old man to help us restrain his men."

These people who controlled most of the Federation's wealth discussed the issue one after another, but it was clear that they could not come up with a proper solution in a short period of time. At the same time, their discussion gradually strayed to another topic that was "hot" among them recently. "Atlas. Have you figured out how to deal with it?" Paris asked.

At this time, besides the four people at the beginning, there was another circle of people around the billiard table.

During the discussion of Paris and others, more and more people joined in, and finally a small "meeting" was formed.

To some extent, they are the real controllers behind the Federation. Their tentacles have penetrated into every corner of the Federation, including finance, military, scientific research, and government. Wherever there are people, there will be traces left by them.

Federal politicians are nothing more than their puppets, performing like puppets on the stage under their control, making the people believe that this is still a democratic and free country.

But in reality, these people manipulate the birth, aging, illness and death of everyone in the federation through their control of various industries and the formulation of various rules.
"Let's join forces and crush it while it's still unstable." Someone suggested, and this proposal was immediately agreed by others.

"It's just a private company. Although it seems to have some strength and can defeat the federal army head-on, it is just a company after all. As long as everyone present unites, no matter how strong Atlas is, it will be no match for four hands."

The person who agreed saw that the "big shots" including Paris had also noticed what he said, and immediately continued:
"Although your fleets do not have real battleships in order to comply with federal laws, I also know that you can't be so honest. I don't need to say anything about your actions behind the scenes.
If we can form a large joint fleet, it will be a civilian armed fleet of unprecedented scale. In this case, even if Atlas goes all out, they will have to bow down under the absolute suppression of strength. "

"Don't forget, Atlas has those advanced technologies. Intergalactic communication technology, super flagships, which are currently technical barriers for us." The man who hit the billiard ball first said, he was still a little uncertain about the suggestion of 'crushing' Atlas.

"That's why we have to complete the infiltration before Atlas completely builds up its technical barriers!" The man who had just proposed the 'encirclement and suppression of Atlas' suggestion said firmly:
"Think about it, everyone. If we can obtain this inter-galactic communication technology, as well as the blueprints of the super flagship and the undisclosed technologies inside the Atlas, it will trigger a new technological revolution!"

As soon as he said this, many people who were originally on the sidelines immediately became interested. After all, Atlas, a force that suddenly emerged, had revealed technical capabilities far beyond everyone's imagination.

Therefore, the military-industrial enterprises in the Federation have always coveted many of Atlas' technologies, but have never found a way to obtain these "technologies".

Now, a new choice is presented to them - to kill Atlas and then divide up the 'legacy' it left behind.

Looking at the crowd that was getting increasingly excited, Paris, half covering her face with a fan, smiled calmly. After laying the groundwork for so long, her goal was almost achieved.

As the actual controller of Raging Ships and countless other companies, Paris had long realized the value of the technologies demonstrated by Atlas.

But she didn't want to take risks with her own strength, so these companies that were weaker than her became high-quality "cannon fodder".

When they fight Atlas and both are injured, she can complete the "take all".
"Then a new question arises. If we want to force Atlas to surrender through force, we should first figure out the target of attack, right?"

While everyone was discussing how to kill Atlas, a more cautious guy asked the people around him:

“The information we have been holding is that Atlas is a company of the Thousand Star Empire, and we also know that its headquarters is in the prosperous star cluster of the Thousand Star Empire.

But the problem is that we cannot shake this headquarters located in the Thousand Star Empire. I believe that no one here would think of going to the elves' territory to do such a thing. In this case, where should we attack to make Atlas feel "pain"? "

This person's words suddenly cooled the heated discussion, and many people immediately realized that it seemed to be true. They discussed for a long time but didn't even discuss where to attack Atlas.

"I do have some news, but I need to verify it." Seeing that the heat was beginning to subside, Paris suddenly spoke up:
“Atlas once acquired a company called ‘Mary Bay Industries’. According to my information, Atlas had an armed conflict with ‘Mary Bay Industries’ before completing the acquisition.

Although the defense company that was cooperating with Mary Bay Industries at the time was basically absorbed, there were still a group of people who did not choose to join Atlas. One of them even participated in the decisive battle between the two sides at that time. "

"So Mrs. Paris, you found this person?"

"Yes, not only did I find him, but I also got the coordinates of an asteroid belt from him. According to him, Atlas has an asteroid base built here."

Paris' words immediately attracted everyone's attention. Although she was a woman, she actually controlled the most companies and capital in the room. No one even knew how many companies this woman controlled.
Therefore, people have a relatively high degree of trust in her news.

"Is there anything special about this asteroid base?"

"Of course. Otherwise I wouldn't have told you~" Paris smiled and didn't continue.

"Mrs. Paris, please stop keeping us in suspense!" someone in the crowd said with a smile.

"Then I'll tell you. According to the information my people have obtained through various channels, the Atlas Group's superb network technology capabilities, as well as the 'quantum entanglement communication technology' that we are most concerned about - its core is very likely inside this asteroid base."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd fell silent for a moment, and then the discussion immediately became louder.

After all, the appeal of "quantum entanglement communication technology" is so great that although many company leaders present had to purchase services from Atlas with pain, they also had to admit that this technology is really useful.

However, someone quickly came to his senses and asked a key question.

"Mrs. Paris, can you tell us how you got this important information and why you are willing to share it with us?"

(End of this chapter)