Him and their stars

After the communication, Marshal Ferragu sat in his original seat for nearly half a minute before he came out of his previous mood. He straightened his collar and looked out the window, the sparkling waves of the Pacific Ocean came into his sight.

The marshal soon realized that he was now sitting on his luxury shuttle, sailing at a constant speed within the Earth's atmosphere. The shuttle, which can carry nine people, passed at a low altitude of only a hundred meters above the sea. The sun, the sea, the beach, the cactus, and the old captain on the fishing boat all entered Marshal Ferragu's field of vision.

And the intersection of the sea and the sky in the distance is the location of the Blue Star Community's seat, the Eternal City.

If you ignore the imperial fleet that is about to surround the Earth-Moon Galaxy, the seat of the community's central government, which is located in the largest ocean on Earth, will always be such an intoxicating sea view, looking like a tourist city.

Well, in another very normal world line, this chain of islands in the sea consisting of eight main islands is indeed one of the most famous tourist destinations in the world.

However, looking at the main island of Eternal City getting closer and closer to him, Marshal Ferragu suddenly laughed out loud: "I remember that young man seemed to have said... The weather in the capital also reflects the weather in the country. Our capital is such a virtue, what will the country look like in the future?"

The driver, adjutant, secretary, and guards on the shuttle did not answer. Since they are the marshal's subordinates, their emotional intelligence will naturally be above the average line, and of course they know when they should answer and when to remain silent.

Marshal Ferragu took out a high-powered smart telescope from the mezzanine of his seat and looked in the direction of Eternal City.

His sight quickly swept across the presidential palace in the center of the main island, and then swept to a manor on the Island of Praise. It was a rather elegant imperial garden-style building. Although the area was not small, it did not look particularly luxurious from the appearance alone. It was of the same grade as the surrounding luxury villas.

Indeed, in such a typical upper-class community, if the appearance of the villa is too ordinary, it would be a bit deliberate and pretentious.

This manor is located halfway up the mountain. It is a place that is close to the mountains and the water. It is the best location in this "tourist city" with the most beautiful scenery and perhaps the best feng shui.

That is the Mao Mansion, and it naturally became the destination of Marshal Ferragu's trip.

Mr. Mao Yuanzuo, who has served as prime minister for three terms and is now a lifelong member of the Blue Star Community, is his benefactor. Of course, he has to come when the former has called.

He saw Mao Yuanzuo's old butler, the elegant and decent old man, guarding the gate of the manor and welcoming guests. Whether it is his words and deeds or his smile for business, he is meticulous, as if he would not be shy even in the imperial court.

Marshal Ferragu remembered that the old butler had served Mao Yuanzuo for nearly fifty years, and he had known him for forty years. However, since the day I met him, he seemed to be wearing this impeccable and well-honed business smile all the time, without any change.

At this time, the gray-haired butler vaguely felt something and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the telescope. At this moment, Marshal Ferragu clearly felt that he and the other party had a look, a look at each other at a distance of dozens of kilometers.

This was a very terrifying scene, but Marshal Ferragu just calmly put down the telescope, and the color in his eyes slowly changed from solemnity to firmness.

He took out the "Tiger Talisman" from under his corrupt belly, and checked the status of the weapon like a soldier about to step onto the battlefield. After making sure that every part was intact and usable, he took out the magazine and began to check the condition of each bullet. The marshal who came from a cook was certainly not a tiger talisman. He had not even attended a proper military school, but he still asked someone to make a custom one according to the original, and inlaid gems on the ivory gun handle.

Paul Ferragu is such a vain person. Just because he was born as a cook, he always reminds others that he is already the Marshal of Titan's space fleet.

So, of course, he is now wearing a full set of military uniforms, with a golden tassel on his rank, and so many medals on his chest that he can be used as a bulletproof vest, which is glittering and shining.

In fact, his marshal's uniform is really embedded with bulletproof and stab-proof interlayers. The classical live-fire gun that imitates the tiger talisman is more like a collection, and it can also kill people. As for the marshal's staff that he carries with him, it is also weighted, and even filled with lead.

Marshal Ferragu picked up the jeweled marshal's staff and felt the heavy texture. He was sure that the feel was similar to the bone-chopping knife of the year. Then he patted the front seat and said to his captain of the guard: "You know what to do."

"Understood! Your Excellency!" The captain of the guard's voice was very heavy, suppressing an excited and destructive emotion.

A few kilometers away from the shuttle, three ordinary passenger cars were mixed in with the traffic entering the Eternal City and were also entering the city.

The surveillance on the car was scanning the situation around the marshal's car while continuing to pay attention to everything around the Mao Mansion.

...

Of course, neither the observer nor the monitored object knew that at the beach behind the mountain where the luxurious villa complex was located, twin girls wearing diving power suits had already landed on the coast from here.

The outer edge of this beach is covered with dangerous jagged rocks, and there is also a warning network set up by municipal security guards. It is simply inaccessible to ordinary divers.

But for these twin girls, this little obstacle is not likely to cause trouble at all, and they even make them laugh. They are famous disciples who have received the highest level of psychic and combat training in the entire community since they were children. They are also people who have fought for the rest of their lives. Together, they can kill seven in and seven out of a fully armed marine division. .

More importantly, of course, they have even infiltrated the Enlightenment's archaeological ship. Are they still afraid of this little trick?

Of course, even if the third-generation core disciples of the Spirit Research Society, the twin girls codenamed "Gan Jiang" and "Mo Xie" want to continue sneaking into the Mao Mansion on the mountainside, they still need more clear information.

Ganjiang took out the terminal and opened a complete urban structure diagram: "The urban substructure of Lizan Island is here. The security is still tight, but there are still loopholes to exploit. The real trouble is that you still have to enter the range of Mao Mansion. Inside, the situation is completely different.”

Moye nodded and adjusted his terminal. As a result, one of the manors on the city map was enlarged several times, with red dots flashing.

Mo Xie said: "It is certain that there should be five psychics inside Mao Mansion and 100 security personnel with military weapons. As for the strength of the housekeeper, he should be no weaker than you and me."

Ganjiang said: "There are also those robots. Blue-label robots cannot be detected using psychic perception. Master said that the most difficult opponents of psykers are not psykers, but robots."

She then saw her sister take out a hand-sized mechanical prop that looked like a flashlight.

"Blue Label Robot's Information Denial Terminal?"

"As long as the password is correct, you can close them directly. Of course, this is just in case."

"Blue Label Company will actually hand over this thing!"

"After all, they have already evacuated to New China. If it weren't for the bridge built by our People's Federation, it would be difficult to find a new factory, right?"

In fact, before the empire launched a surprise attack on Cherk, the main research departments and factory facilities of the People's Federation in the Terra sector were already moving to New China, including the Red Star Design Institute, Falkong Flight Design Institute, and Quark Power. Factories and so on.

All this relocation work was only started after learning that the cabinet had rejected the proposal to seize the Chiello Fortress.

Of course, People's Alliance's actions are very cautious, but it will inevitably alarm its friends, especially companies that have many cooperation projects with People's Alliance Industry.

For example, the Blue Label Industrial Group's contribution in this war was second only to the People's Federation.

As we all know, Blue Label's current flagship product is of course the Blue Label series of combat robots that are active in major battlefields. They were inverse research on those gray fog omni-weapons that were part of the Navy Day, but the reason why they were able to produce results so quickly was also due to the huge database and verification and deduction capabilities of the Red Star Design Institute, a subsidiary of the People's Federation.

As the two companies have various cooperation projects in military projects, the relationship is of course getting closer. Under such circumstances, it is quite reasonable for Blue Label Group to have several more directors with connections or even Pioneer Party backgrounds.

Therefore, it is not surprising at all that the disciples of the Spiritual Research Association got some backend equipment from Blue Label Company.

"However, we must first make sure that the password is correct. Moreover, since it is a security robot from Maofu, it should have been safely processed when it was purchased." Gan Jiang said.

Moye nodded: "Yes, everything is just a precaution. When it comes to a critical moment, you still have to rely on this."

The seemingly harmless high school girl patted the lightsaber and special pistol hanging on her belt, filled with murderous intent. Her sister nodded in agreement.

"Yes, this is always the most reliable."

General Mo Xie felt that it was reasonable for a disciple of the Spirit Research Society not to be good at sneaking, but as long as he was good at killing all the enemies he saw, he would not be living up to his sect's inheritance of courage.

Of course, whether they use a background device to shut down the security robot in the mansion, or go in directly, the noise is too great, which goes against their original intention of sneaking in here.

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"I hope the secret door in the back garden that classmate Mao Lingning told us is true."

"She wouldn't lie to us. She's really the kind of person who would sneak out and play by herself."

Mentioning that classmate, the twin girls inevitably showed apologetic expressions.

"We actually obtained information from simple classmates? Isn't this the ugliness of growing up?"

"It's not our fault. It's all obviously our senior brother's order. We didn't evacuate the Earth, but we were already preparing to do ugly things."

"Indeed, it's all Senior Brother's fault. By the way, where is he now?"

"He is wherever the president is. He has more important things to do."

"So where is the president?"

"I don't know. Quantum state."

The twin girls exchanged meaningful and meaningless information with words, but like agile cheetahs, they silently passed over the beach and disappeared into the mountains and jungles behind the Lizan area.

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Twenty minutes later, Marshal Ferragu entered Mr. Mao's manor with his secretary and guards.

This was certainly not his first visit to his benefactor, so he knew the rules and ordered his adjutant and guards to stay outside the door.

The housekeeper of the Mao Mansion was very grateful for the marshal's "general knowledge", and of course he would not ask the latter to remove his gun and scepter.

After all, weapons can be regarded as part of a soldier. Even the emperor of the Galactic Empire did not ask them to hand over their swords when he met his marshals, and a mere elected politician in the community should not be so arrogant.

Marshal Ferragu had to admit that although he was promoted by Mr. Mao, he was not an arrogant person, and most of the time he was a loyal and kind elder.

In comparison, Mr. Mao's nephew, the current vice president, Mr. Yerro, was not very good at this.

The marshal saw Mr. Yerro at the gate. He nodded modestly, just as a greeting, and then asked: "Paul, how long can our fleet resist the Imperial Army?"

The Vice President's words were too casual, even a little frivolous, as if he was greeting a familiar old man. However, Marshal Ferragu, who had long been familiar with this man's playboy habits, said that he was emotionally stable and was not prepared to argue with such a fool.

He was about to talk about some specific defense issues, but the latter shook his head and said: "Well, now we don't even have a fleet, none at all. Wow ha ha ha! But we are really preparing for war as if we can really resist to the end in a small area of ​​​​the earth. Such a heroic act, even the Dragon King of the Empire will be moved by it, right?"

Marshal Ferragu pressed the marshal's staff and laughed solemnly: "Vice President, I am a soldier and can only do my best. I must obey the orders of the Presidential Palace."

"What a good soldier." Vice President Yero patted the marshal's shoulder vigorously. He probably thought he told a great joke, and walked away with a loud laugh that would make normal people uncomfortable.

The Vice President may think that his current actions are very cool, but in fact he is like a madman.

However, we must know that whether it is demeanor, expression management, voice and appearance, it is still up to oneself.

Of course, the fat and generous Marshal Ferragu still swore to the Spirit of the Universe that he would definitely not take it seriously, but he still felt that although Vice President Yero had a graceful face of a political elite in front of the public, his concentration was indeed significantly different from that of Mr. Mao!

"The Vice President has been under a lot of pressure these two days." Prime Minister Konoe Taro said to Marshal Ferragu.

The skinny prime minister now floated silently from the side like a ghost, and his voice also had a bit of a faint and ethereal taste.

Marshal Ferragu stroked his marshal's staff, thinking that it was fortunate that old Paul had been a cook and was well-informed, otherwise he would have been beaten to a pulp.

Well, since the outbreak of the war, the Prime Minister has become less and less visible, and his figure has become increasingly thinner and his spirit has become increasingly weaker. The chief executive of the Blue Star Community is like a withered bamboo pole, and it feels like it will quickly grow and burn as long as it is close to the fireplace.

However, what makes the marshal a little curious is that although the Prime Minister is still indifferent at this time, his mental state is unusually excited.

Looking at the lively appearance, those who don't know would think that the Earth Fleet is approaching the city of Tianyu.