The Bizarre Adventure of Tartaros Fleet

"Is it for Abigail?" Oregana asked, "Why don't you just bring it here and eat it?"

"Nyarlathotep hasn't left yet, I don't think it would be a good idea to take that kid directly into the bar."

"What are you talking about, hey..."

Leaving aside the fact that Abigail must have reached the age to enter a bar, would Yogg Sotos really care about such trivial matters?

You Ge will definitely not care, that means he cares about himself. (Reaper primary school student sound effect)

Oregana looked at the three cats who were silently sitting next to them, concentrating on eating fried fish and stewed rabbit meat, and their expressions became weird when they looked at the scythe of war.

"Why do you look at me like that?"

"Nothing..."

"Strange..."

"How long is it until the time agreed with Renault?" Oregana bit off the last piece of chicken, and threw the bamboo sticks into the ceramic square plate casually.Even though it is in a space station with a very high level of technology, the bar is still full of romance and sentimentality that should have existed only hundreds of years ago, which made her very satisfied. "If there is time, we have some ideas."

"There are still about two months." War Scythe replied, "Are you going back to New Eden?"

Even if Oregana is not in New Eden, the Ministry of Consolidation can still function normally. The Dark Angels cooperate well with the newly appointed administrators, and the situation is very stable.She only needs to give some instructions in the general direction, and when she is free, she can also cause some trouble for the logistics department and the dark angel.

For example, I put my newly designed star ring to the logistics department for evaluation every other month, sometimes it is an orbital elevator, sometimes it is a giant orbital shipyard, sometimes it is a solar collector and so on.Although she was killed every time, the coordinator in the logistics department wanted to bring a machete to sacrifice the skull every day, but Oregana never gave up her dream of building a star ring of her own one day.

Indulging in wonders and unable to extricate myself...

"No, we want to go to the Empire District." Oregana shook her head, because she had fished enough, and now she wants to do something serious "After the matter is over, they must join the Civilization Circle of the Consolidation Department , we would like to take this opportunity to investigate.”

The Tyrann Empire is a powerful country with a large population, controls numerous planets, and holds the largest army among human beings. In terms of painting style, I am afraid that only the Gamilas Empire, which has just joined recently, can compete with it. .

However, the Camilas Empire encountered many problems when it was integrated into the Ministry of Consolidation. When people under high-pressure militarism suddenly accepted other civilizations that were more comfortable one day, chaos inevitably occurred.In order to resolve these confusions and direct the new trend of thought in the right direction, it can be said that the new president of Gamilas has broken his heart. After one year, the hairline of the entire leadership team has receded by an average of about five centimeters.

Even so, there will still be various problems in the process of trade due to differences in culture and customs. It can only be said that the future is bright and the road is tortuous. In short, it is getting better every day...except for the cake layer Other than hair and liver are getting better. (cover face)

Since this kind of problem will occur in the Gameiras Empire with this style of painting, Oregana naturally thought that these problems may also occur in the Tyrann Empire.

Therefore, she hopes to go to the Tyrannian Empire when she is free now, take a good look at the local people's livelihood, and then prepare as much as possible-after all, it is impossible to send delegations to inspect each other like in the beginning.

"Eh? Are you going there yourself?" But War Scythe didn't think it was a good idea, he swallowed the fish meat in his mouth, and spit out the fishbone flexibly, "I think it's better to let Veneto handle it...Mr. Sk is our ally, but the rest of the empire is not, the empire's personnel management system is only messy in remote places, everyone who actually lives in the central world is registered. Come to think of it, they can even check on every child Do you have psychic talent?"

It's cool to be able to check every child for psychic gifts, but can you not make it sound like the emperor has rebelled?

"Emmmm..." Oregana was silent for a while, and then said, "It makes sense. But are you sure Veneto can handle these problems?"

The higher the level of technology in the world, the more difficult it is to sneak in. This can be said to be a law-but this is not absolute.

Taking the Tyrannian Empire as an example, the intensity of personnel control in the central world and the massive colonies on the outskirts is completely different.If you want to infiltrate the colony, you can go there casually, wearing work clothes or overalls; but the central world is very scary-Mengsk implements a high-pressure rule, and the policies and controls are almost impermeable. Maybe the owners of the hot dog stalls on the street An undercover agent who spies on those who might be disloyal while pouring chili sauce on hot dogs.

"It's hard to say," War Scythe replied, "Because I'm not sure yet, the Ansador family is currently only active in the outer colonies. She planned to send agents to the Empire area two weeks ago, but she is still evaluating risk."

At this moment, the automatic door behind him slammed softly, and Veneto walked in with a tired face.She climbed onto the high chair in front of the bar, leaned half of her body on the bar, took off the little black top hat on her head and put it on the head of the sly cat (0w0) who was eating fried fish, then said weakly:

"As usual, coffee and tomato pasta, don't forget to add basil."

"I see, it's the same." The boss smiled, and then shouted to the back kitchen, "Listen, don't forget to add basil leaves!"

"Don't latte for coffee, I'm not a kid anymore."

Oregana looked at this... emmmm, if you can get in here, there's no reason why Abigail can't come to the bar, right?

"Although it's already off work, it doesn't matter if we ask a few questions?"

"Ah, no problem. Boss is free to ask."

"About sending agents to Central World..."

"It might be a test for me," Veneto replied before Oregana could finish her sentence, with the same expression on her face as if she was preparing for a high-level math test. "I have never encountered such a difficult world— ——On the one hand, there is a magical alien force with a spiritual connection that can't be mixed in at all; on the other hand, there is a human force that uses credit coins as the base currency and everyone is under management; Swarm forces. Intelligence work can basically only be done through the Internet and mercenary channels."

"Have your people infiltrated Port of the Dead?"

"A few have entered, but none of them have managed to sneak into the mercenary system," the little godmother shook her head, "They all work as bartenders in bars, listening to drunk mercenaries bragging every day."

"This is really..."

Many people think that it is easy to mix into a mercenary group, but in fact this is just an illusion.

Mercenaries are also soldiers, but unlike the soldiers of the regular national army, mercenaries are soldiers of a commercial nature, and their fighting is a transaction.They have a strict organizational structure far beyond people's imagination, and being able to bury their vests in a mercenary regiment is not something that ordinary people can do.

Mithril's mercenary organization, which produced several vests and almost damaged the submarine, is actually doing very poorly in this regard. Of course, it may be that the amalgam as the enemy is too strong. (meditation)

Give Veneto some more time, and she will definitely be able to complete the infiltration. As far as the current situation is concerned, listening to people bragging in a tavern can be regarded as a good way to obtain information.

"Do you need my help?" Chaos with a fork in his head and a face full of blood crawled over. This look can be used in a horror movie - it seems that there is a guy with nails in his head in a famous horror movie. ?

The legend of the nail ○ head is over, and the fork head can just seize the extra market share! (convinced)

"No, we'll just do it ourselves. Thank you!" There is a [-]% chance that something will happen if this guy who likes to make trouble comes to help. In short, the chaos should be dispelled first.

"Hey! How cold!"

After making a threatening gesture towards the fork head, Oregana added a chicken kebab and beer, while flipping through the information in her hand, she chatted with the two of them, looking like an after-work I have nothing to do as an uncle who eats supper outside.

"Mengsk is not easy enough. There are so many guys who want to fuck him, can he catch them?" "He has to catch more than 300 bandit leaders and pirates a year. Will his fleet be busy?"

"That's why the bounty hunters in Kepulu are so prosperous." Veneto rolled up a roll of noodles with a fork, whistling, "Do you know? The powers given to different bounty hunters by the Tyranid Empire are different. But overall, bounty hunting is legal."

"Huh?" Oregana was stunned. "In this high-pressure environment, bounty hunters are actually legal jobs?"

On the side of New Eden, Meow Star has the best bounty hunters, which seems to have something to do with the fighting blood flowing in their bodies-they set up a security company called "Vertical Eyes", driving light ships The ship escorts merchant ships or eradicates pirates, as if walking out of a fairy tale book, it is a hero in the hearts of children.

However, "Vertical Eyes" was not recognized as legal in Katari - this company was actually registered in the Star Ring Community by Earthlings and a few adjusters with the cats... The company's interests are in Katari Not protected by law, completely gray area. (cover face)

"Yes, although it involves some gray areas, this is indeed a legal job-but it needs to be registered." Veneto explained seriously, "The main target of the bounty hunter's service is actually the Tyrann Empire. The empire pursues fugitives, is active in various colonies, and is protected by law. But it is different for mercenaries...but no one cares about it."

"Oh Moses Roy... Maggie, Bacunai..." Oregana narrowed her eyes, showing a cat-like expression, "There is still this kind of operation..."

"So, boss, have you thought of any ideas?"

"You said... since bounty hunters work legally, do they have accounts in the Tyrann Empire?" The corners of her mouth rose wildly. "Why don't we ask?"

Now in this fortress, there are still hundreds of citizens of the Tyrannian Empire who are doing legal business from marines to commanders!

"Old Pigeon, you found your blind spot..."

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Chapter 477 Chapter 435: Shady Conspiracy

Not long after Charlie shot the guard, a group of warriors in dark green armor walked in, pulled the leaders of the bounty hunters out, and locked them in different cells.

This time it was a standard prison cell, with cold metal walls, and the entire room was painted an eye-catching white, with only a small opening at the door for passing a dinner plate in.When Creamer was thrown back into the cell, all thoughts were lost. The green armored brother who threw him in didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and there was an atmosphere of "you're finished" lingering around him.

He didn't fall asleep all night. The background color in the room and the pressure in his heart made him unable to relax and fall asleep. The gradual accumulation of fatigue made Creamer's psychological pressure gradually increase.He tried his best to think about whether there was a way to change the status quo, but no matter how much he thought about it, the result he got was only three words [dead].

He even pulled out a gun and shot the guards when he was locked in the prison. No matter how insane that officer Marciro was, he wouldn't let his group of people go.

And that's not a good thing, look at what he did to that poor girl?And what did it do to the colonists?

Thinking of the half-human half-monster guard, perhaps [death] would be an easier ending.

After an unknown amount of time, heavy footsteps and metal collisions sounded outside the door, which was the unique sound when wearing power armor.Then, the cell door was suddenly opened, and what stood outside was not the previous green armor, but red feather-like ornaments on both sides of the helmet, and two terrifying chainsaw swords hung on the waist. The gorgeousness has also risen a level for tall soldiers.

Maybe an officer?Creamer thought.But has this overly gorgeous armor ever been produced? I really don’t know why it’s so beautiful…

"Come out, Chief Massiro wants to interview you."

That cruel, vicious, perverted sadist actually wants to be interviewed?After understanding the significance of this matter, Creamer was alert and couldn't help tightening his sphincter.

"Don't dawdle, let's go."

"Well……"

I really don't want to go... You can shoot me dead, okay? Although I really want to say this, but I don't have the guts to really say it.

Following behind the leading officer, they walked out of the cell - the metal passage was illuminated by lights, although it was dazzling, but it was not all white like the cell, Creamer felt that he was in that pure white place If you stay for a long time, you might go crazy.

On one road, there are soldiers standing guard everywhere. The power armor they wear is not the power armor of the CMC series that they are familiar with. These armors are thicker, with symbolic symbols such as swords and wings painted or engraved on them, and Protect the head with a helmet reminiscent of a skeleton instead of an opaque visor.It looks as intimidating as a cultist.

Considering the work being done on this facility, there's probably nothing wrong with this style of painting.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Creamer was brought into a room.

Some people were already waiting for him in the room—behind a large wooden desk sat a somewhat neutral-looking young man in a petite figure wearing a general's military uniform.Beside the young man stood two soldiers exuding hostility that was almost visible to the naked eye.

Both of them were wearing the officer's uniform——

One was a tall, dark-haired man with a cropped cut and sunglasses, with a large silver key conspicuously hanging around his neck - he looked like a fanatical cultist.

The other has short lavender hair, green pupils as cold as ice, and a red symbol shining slightly on her forehead. She stands there with one hand on the hilt of the chainsword, as if the next moment Will jump up and chop off his own head - looks like a deranged cultist.

Compared with these two people, the young general sitting in the middle looked as gentle as a cat.

"Hello, sit down." The general pointed to the chair in the middle of the room, and said, "I am the person in charge here, you can call me Officer Marciro."

(shock!)

Are you the cruel, vicious, perverted and sadistic Chief Marcilo who sprayed the girl with drugs and locked her up!It's really indescribable...

society, society

"..." Creamer tried his best to keep his expression calm, and now the two 'guards' behind him felt amiable.

To be able to become a general at this age, ability and path are indispensable. He must be a very capable man with a solid background behind him.

【What should I say next? 】Mahiro Yasaka tried his best to keep his breathing calm. Ever since he met that silver-haired, blue-eyed evil god, his life has become more turbulent.After seeing a lot of big scenes, I have learned how to behave on the surface.

But it was too difficult for Mahiro Yasaka, who grew up in a peaceful age, to learn to question a captured bounty hunter with a sense of oppression (Oregana language).

Godko Yasaka only needs to put the Ozhuyi into the Gangganon mode, and the sense of oppression and momentum will naturally rise; but even if Mahiro Yasaka holds the fork, it can only scare the evil spirits at home, but only the fork is raised I was scared when I poked it down, although it screamed loudly after poking it down, but what should I do after 1 minute...

But... looking at the expression of this bounty hunter, it seems that he is quite afraid of himself?There seems to be a feeling of looking at dregs in the depths of the eyes...

Is this the victimization of wind reviews? (cover face)

[Don't panic, Yasaka-san, you just need to cooperate from now on. ] In the communication, Oregana's voice sounded very cheerful, and there was obviously a mood of eagerness and preparation to do something in it [Sit down majestically, like a vampire! 】

【Even if you say that...they are all looking at me like a scumbag...】

Wait...why do you need to come by yourself at this time?Wouldn't it be nice for Tartarus to just come and play Commander Massiro?Even if Tartarus is not happy, wouldn't it be fine if Nyarlathotep, the face-changing blame himself, came? !