StarCraft In the Palm of Your Hand Chapter 249

Randolph Late Night Newsletter. I must also know that this matter is somewhat shady. Anyone who has stayed in the asteroid belt for a few days knows that Paradise City is the most filthy place in the human world of the solar system.

Many years ago, the pirate king Naboo created this city by himself. Relying on the unique silent rules of the group of dark brokers and the boundless meteorite cover of the asteroid belt, it blocked all prying eyes from the outside world and kept looking from the hearts of human beings. Ducking blood from the dark side of the world, maintaining unparalleled prosperity.

If you want to judge the most profitable city in the asteroid belt, Paradise City will do your part. Without this city, there would be no such fearsome Pirates of the Caribbean group that has been criss-crossing the stars for decades.

It's just that during the period after Heras launched an attack, bits and pieces of information showed that the city had been captured by the Ape Worship Cult.

Now, the problems of those paradise tourists have finally exploded.

After listening to Yang Ying's narration, Kalia thought for a while, and said, "The top executives of the intelligence department have an inner ghost, and they work for Naboo."

Yang Ying didn't expect that Kalia's first sentence would be this, and his brows twitched. Asked: "What is the basis?"

With a confident expression on his face, Kalia replied: "Because no matter how strong the Pirate King is, he is still the emperor of the asteroid belt. The customers of Sin City come from all over the solar system, and Naboo's hand cannot reach that far. He must Only strong allies can cover up everything in Sin City."

"As for the intelligence department, it's because the customers of Sin City are not small people. They are very rich. On the other hand, they have great influence. Their whereabouts cannot be completely kept secret, and they will always leave clues , it is impossible to keep such a huge secret just by the silent rules of the dark broker."

"Although the intelligence department is full of loopholes in our eyes, those spies and agents are not fools. It is impossible to spend a few years and still know nothing about Sin City. Therefore, there must be someone in the upper echelons of the intelligence department Cover up for the City of Sin. Of course, in order to keep such a big city secret, besides getting the intelligence department, there are other links that must be opened up, presumably from Naboo's perspective, no loopholes will be left."

After listening to Kalia's analysis, Yang Ying felt that it was very reasonable. It was indeed not an easy task for Nabu to build Paradise City by himself.

Thinking of this, Yang Ying suddenly understood that from Kalia's analysis, it was obvious that Naboo was not the only one behind the giant cake in Paradise City, but the collective effect of an entire interest group. That's why Paradise City has been kept secret for so many years in the dark.

Seeing Yang Ying looking over, Kalia continued, "Sin City is like a ball of dirty water, where anyone can get stolen. Since Heras took it over, I don't know how the interest groups behind it will react. Outsiders like us would be welcome to intervene.”

Yang Ying nodded. He also understood that although Heras had occupied Sin City, it would be too naive to think that the interest groups behind Paradise City would willingly give up their interests and ignore the exposure of this city just because of this. up.

However, he didn't care.

In Yang Ying's eyes, that interest group was just a small problem. In his heart, his Telan company was the ancestor of secrecy, and the unknown forces in his hands were enough to make him invincible.

In order to prevent various accidents, he has installed a hundred clones of himself in nutrition cabins and scattered them all over the solar system. Even if the main body is killed, he can be resurrected on the clones immediately, and the "卍" on the back of his left hand "I will also walk with the Lord's soul.

He even sent several transport ships to transport his clones out of the solar system and drift into the universe.

This is possible because spiritual resonance ignores spatial distance. Arrived in an instant, so even if the transport ship drove to the other side of the galaxy, his soul could be transported there in an instant.

Moreover, the cosmic space is too vast, and there are smooth roads in all directions. The ancient army can't guard such a huge space seamlessly.

Most of the ape people's defense lines are high-power detectors. The general tactic is to send their own fleet to intercept after detecting the human fleet. Only some places with strategic significance will be defended by patrol fleets, and the transport ships in these places are won't go.

At this time, although the transport ship has only been dispatched for about ten days and has not yet reached the edge of the solar system, it has already broken away from the most closely guarded line of defense of the ancient legion.

Even in the worst case, the Telan mercenary group has no place to stay in the solar system, he can take everyone back to the floating continent, transfer their souls outside the solar system, and start their own lives again.

Being a space wanderer is also a very interesting thing, isn't it?

So to be honest, Yang Ying is not afraid of death at all now, even if he is asked to make a move against Heras with the power of a mid-level nemesis (after a move, he will definitely die), he still has the courage.

Yang Ying smiled slightly, and said to Kalia: "Go and investigate. You don't need to make a big fuss, and you don't need to be too careful. You can figure out how to do it."

Kalia immediately went to make arrangements, while Yang Ying continued to talk to Katerina.

However, the news about Sin City came faster than Yang Ying thought.

Early the next morning. The artificial sun in Gray Harbor began to brighten again, and the number of vehicles on the street gradually increased.

Five hundred meters away from the office building, there is a camp specially trained for peripheral personnel. The sound of drinking can be heard in the camp, and thousands of mercenaries are doing exercises in a large playground with a square of 100 meters.

There were two to three hundred mercenaries punching in the middle of the playground, and the sound of shouting came from their mouths, while the edge of the playground was full of people running in circles.

Since there is no cross-country venue for them to run in the space city, they can only run around the playground instead.

Running five kilometers with a load every morning and evening is the simplest and most efficient way to train willpower and physical strength.

Twelve marines wearing power armor and holding Gauss rifles (the machine gunners will be renamed marines in the future) stand guard at the main entrance of the playground. Check for abnormalities around you.

Every time the mercenaries trained in the playground glanced at them, their hearts would be filled with infinite admiration.

In their eyes, these instructors have strong personal strength, and they are impeccable in terms of marksmanship, fighting, blasting, driving, tactical command, mechanical knowledge, etc., far superior to them, and the teamwork is like one person. Will refuse to obey orders from superiors. Don't smoke, don't drink, don't have any bad habits, from start to finish is simply a perfect fighting machine.

Even in Gray Harbor, a city completely belonging to the Tran Mercenary Corps, the instructors still did not slack off when they were on duty. Weaknesses are completely invisible to them.

After several weeks of training, most of the mercenaries in the training camp have already regarded the instructors as their role models and goals for progress. Except for some weak-willed ones who were eliminated with regret, the rest showed their strength. One hundred and twenty percent effort. Squeeze out all your potential and devote yourself to intense training.

At the same time, subtly, the powerful image of the Telan Mercenary Group was deeply rooted in their hearts, and they already understood that the entire Telan Mercenary Group was composed of people like instructors.

Every instructor is a perfect fighter that can't be described by first-level mercenaries. It is difficult to meet even one in other places, but there are tens of thousands in the Telan mercenary regiment. Just thinking about it makes them feel trembling endlessly.

A streamlined silver-gray magnetic car drove past the playground. A few sharp-eyed mercenaries immediately recognized that it was Colonel Blade's car. Make a good impression.

Yang Ying in the car looked away from the playground, and told the driver to go back to the office building.

He is quite satisfied with the level of training of this group of mercenaries. Compared with the last time he saw it, he has made considerable progress.

After they are trained, they can be sent out to deal with some daily work. After all, the Telan Mercenary Group is a super mercenary group, and there are a large number of clients to issue tasks every day, most of which do not require * level mercenaries. The strength of the soldiers will be able to complete.

After the car drove out of the camp, it drove for a few minutes before returning to the office building.

Yang Ying stepped out of the car door and saw another car coming from the other side of the street. A fat man in a suit and tie was waving to him from the car window and shouted, "Master Blade, please wait!"

Yang Ying remembered this fat man. He came to the office building once before, claiming to be a **** under the pirate king Naboo, and told him that Cato was coming to kill him.

What is he doing this time?

Fatty's car stopped beside Yang Ying. He opened the car door and walked out. His face was full of fat and he rubbed his hands together. He smiled and said, "Master Daofeng, long time no see. I said last time that there will be a period later. We Sure enough, we met again."

It has been more than a month since we last met, whether it was long or not. To be short is not to be short.

Yang Ying nodded and said, "Could it be that Your Excellency is here to deliver news again?"

The fat man looked around ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and said with a smile, "Of course."

Yang Ying moved his hand towards the door of the office building and said, "Let's go in and talk."

"Okay, okay." The fat man trembled all over, and followed Yang Ying into the office building with his head held high.

Entering the conference room, the two sat down in priority. Yang Ying thanked in advance: "The data disk you sent last time was very useful. On behalf of our team leader, I would like to thank you."

The fat man smiled all over his face and said: "Lord Blade, Your Majesty also asked me to bring his thanks. It is a surprise to Your Majesty that you can set up a trick to deceive the ape master Cato, and even kill him. Although It was Master Garcia of Nianneng Temple who did it, but I think you also played an important role in it, and Garcia is not easy to kill Cato."

Yang Ying nodded, ended the politeness, and asked directly: "Is there any news for the Pirate King?"

The fat on the fat man's face trembled, and he asked in a low voice, "I don't know, is Master Blade interested in Paradise City?"

Yang Ying frowned slightly after hearing this. (!)

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