Him and their stars

Gan Jiang and Mo Ye were a little stunned. They were certainly ready to fight at any time, but they never expected that the enemy in front of them would be of this type.

Of course, Mao Yuanzuo, who was only 40 years old, did not seem to expect to meet such an uninvited guest here.

The three of them looked at each other in silence, and the scene was once awkward, as if it was a scene that should appear in a surrealist farce.

Of course, after the embarrassment lasted for a while, when everyone's momentum began to rise, when the aggressive spirituality began to conflict, the atmosphere gradually stagnated. So, the absurd farce scene switched to the set of an action movie.

The middle-aged man lowered his shoulders slightly, but showed a very natural smile: "Actually, I was just passing by, can you believe it?"

The blue and green lightsabers were unsheathed at the same time, and they slashed at his shoulders like lightning. Although the sword path looks like a simple cassock slash and reverse cassock, it actually contains several variations, and can be transformed into a counter-tip, an upward thrust or a thrust at any time. But these are all fake moves, and the real killing moves are actually aimed at the Tiantu acupoint in the throat.

This is the "Tiantu Thirteen Swords" created by Lan Jiufeng and the Spiritual Research Association.

According to Lan Jiufeng, even if the blood path is thick and the defense skills are maxed out, the most vulnerable part is still at the throat. If this position encounters a heavy blow, even if it is not penetrated, but only burned, it may affect the opponent's spiritual veins, thus establishing a combat advantage from the beginning.

...Okay, the above statement is too mysterious. To put it more rationally, this so-called "Tiantu Thirteen Swords" is a special psychic martial art for close combat, every move is cunning, every move is exquisite, every move is fierce, every move is deadly, and every move is about advancing without retreating and full of murderous aura.

Even if they can't send the opponent away at once, they can still have the effect of taking the initiative.

Gan Jiang and Moye clearly felt the danger of the opponent and were not prepared to hold back.

However, this middle-aged man who looked like a younger version of Mao Yuanzuo just lowered his shoulders, and his hands were covered by a pair of black armored fists that exuded a cold breath.

"Tian Tu Thirteen Swords? That's the psychic version of Chang Shou Wang's three axes. Ahaha, you actually use the moves I created to deal with me?"

It was as if the fist made of ice blocked the blazing heat of the lightsaber. The millions of degrees of high temperature under the plasma was like being sucked into a black hole. The high heat energy that can easily melt the armor alloy seemed to be immersed in an abyss that could not be identified by the naked eye, and there was no trace.

Even the magnetic field that restrained the plasma seemed to disappear, and the refreshing "buzzing" sound was completely silent.

The twin girls tried to draw their swords, but they felt that the lightsabers and their bodies were pulled by a huge black hole gravity, and they couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard they tried.

Of course, even so, the girls didn't look panicked, and even looked as if they had suddenly realized something.

"I knew it was like this. This Tiantu Sword doesn't match the style of our Lingyan Society at first glance." Gan Jiang said loudly.

"Yes, how could the Grand Master develop such a stinky martial art? It turned out to be the evil done by this old thief Mao!" Moye also agreed loudly.

Stinky martial arts? Aren't you very good at using them? The unidentified psychic suspected to be Mao Yuanzuo was angry for a while, but then he stopped being angry and said, "Then I am really disappointed. Since you are Lao Lan's disciple, you should be far more capable than this. You should do more."

Behind him, there were faint spiritual arms stretched out, like an eight-clawed spider opening its deadly claws to hunt.

"You should do better. Right? Isn't it?" Mao Yuanzuo winked and acted frivolously, like an old mercenary who had experienced many battles but was covered in grease.

"I am very happy to teach you about the cruelty of this real world on behalf of your master. If you only have these old tricks, you will be miserable in a while..."

Before he finished speaking, Gan Jiang and Moye let go of the lightsaber at the same time and regained control of their bodies.

They got rid of the invisible gravity and retreated quickly, and at the same time used telekinesis to activate the mechanism on the hilt of the lightsaber. The mechanism hidden on the hilt was activated immediately, directly detonating the highly concentrated ion salt bomb. .

The explosion flashing with electromagnetic turbulence covered all the space visible in the surrounding field of vision. At this time, the twin girls had already retreated with the recoil of the bomb. They were shining with spiritual light, forming an absolutely impenetrable barrier.

"This is a new trick." Gan Jiang had already drawn the special pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger continuously.

What came out of the muzzle was not a bullet, but a pencil-sized missile carrying an anti-alchemical warhead.

"This is also a new trick." Mo Xie even took out two Vulcan cannons from the unknown space behind her like a magic trick. The gun body and the barrel are estimated to be much taller than her, but the girl is working on them with one hand in each hand.

The blue flames accompanied by dense barrages completely covered the figure of Mao Yuanzuo in the roar of guns.

"Little Master said that the Vulcan cannon should be selected with blue fire! It's true." Mo Xie grinned and showed her teeth. She was obviously a beautiful girl with invincible youth, but her smile was a little broken now.

At the same moment, the general who had used up a magazine of missiles also took out a hand-held folding wave cannon from the space bag. He unfolded it and said: "His aura is the same as that of Mao Lao Thief, but his behavior is The behavior is not normal.”

Moye fired the gun enthusiastically and said, "It's true. Master and senior brother need to be informed. This is very important."

Gan Jiang shrugged slowly and put the energy box on the deployed wave cannon: "But I can't contact you. All means of communication, technological and psychic, have been blocked."

"Oh? That's not important. Let's talk about it later!"

The spacious underground garage of Mao Mansion was plunged into a hail of bullets, lightning, and thunder. Two Raytheon S800 commercial flying cars and a Breeze Shipyard G18 intra-system shuttle craft in the garage were immediately shattered into pieces when they were affected.

It can be said that these vehicles are all high-end vehicles, but considering Mr. Mao's status, they are really unpretentious and low-key.

However, such violent gunfire and explosions exploded in the basement. Logically speaking, the entire mansion would have collapsed, but this kind of building did not even tremble twice.

The ceiling, walls and floor of the basement all shone with spiritual light, shrouding this vast underground space in an independent space composed of mysticism.

As a result, the group of people who were having a meeting in the banquet hall on the first floor of the mansion knew absolutely nothing about the battle in the basement.

From the Prime Minister of the Imperial Guard and Marshal Ferragut to a group of congressmen, they all sat upright and listened to Mr. Mao Yuanzuo's speech: "Paul, you have been preparing for war and shrinking all the troops back to the earth. It's really hard on you. But, can you tell me How long can we resist in front of the imperial fleet?"

Marshal Ferragut was stroking the Marshal's staff under the table with one hand, and hesitantly pointed out three fingers with the other hand.

"Three days?" Prime Minister Konoe was slightly surprised.

"Thirty hours is still the most conservative estimate." The marshal grinned and shrugged: "Of course, this is drawn up by the staff. I am not a professional, so I can't tell clearly."

It's very interesting that the dignified marshal is not a professional yet.

"I don't want to flaunt myself, but everyone, our continued resistance is actually meaningless. What's more, without swords and guns, where will the more than three billion civilians living in the earth and moon go?" Mao Yuanzuo said calmly.

"This is not a boast. Uncle...well, Mr. Mao, you are actually choosing to bear the infamy for the lives of the people. History will definitely give you justice." Hierro quickly added.

He is the vice president, but now he is also a qualified supporter. As a result, Mr. Mao Yuanzuo, who had "faded out" from the political and social circles for many years, suddenly became more energetic. Even though he was actually just sitting calmly on the chair, like a loyal and harmless elder, he was more powerful than Marshal Li. Any president of the community is more majestic and courageous.

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Compared with this calm old man, the impassioned and energetic President Keith Niceta, who is like a warrior who will never surrender, seems inexplicably like a pompous clown.

Later, Vice President Hierro said: "Everyone, we need to sign a formal announcement. Of course, as Mr. Mao said, everyone should do their part to ensure the operation of all institutions on the earth, maintain law and order, and maintain market stability. . In addition, we need to inform all major sectors and all actual combat forces to stop military confrontation and successfully complete the transition from war to peace. Everyone, please remember that the smoother our work is, the more we can prove our worth. "

"Are you going to surrender?" A voice directly interrupted the vice president.

The latter turned his head, and what he saw was the strange expression of Marshal Ferragut, his eyebrows and eyes were squeezed together, showing an indescribable yin and yang look.

Everyone present felt it was quite fresh. They only knew that Marshal Ferragu was a cook by training and was a best friend in the army who was personally promoted by Mao Yuanzuo. Although he had a prosperous official career, he was well-rounded and good at dancing, and he was a kind and elegant man.

Although everyone doesn't think highly of him, at least they don't hate him.

How had they ever seen this diligent and simple good old man show such an aggressive side?

Facing the unprecedented sharp gaze of Marshal Ferragu, Vice President Hierro was obviously a little uncomfortable. He turned his face slightly sideways, probably because he did not dare to look directly into his eyes.

The vice president said a little embarrassed: "Well, if you surrender. This can't be called surrender. It's just for the safety of the people and choosing reality..."

"No, we are surrendering!" Ferragu interrupted: "You will order the earth to surrender, and then you will order the entire country to lay down their weapons. You will also issue a wide-area notification to the entire star field, requiring all soldiers to surrender. Put down your weapons. The expedition fleet in the New World, the outer fleet in the Grand High Seas, the offshore fleet in New China... Of course, there is also the remaining company in the abyss. We are not qualified to live up to their determination, let alone Marshal Li and his ancestors. Everything was built with the blood of 100 million people.”

"I never thought you would say such a great truth. This really doesn't suit you." Vice President Hierro's brows were twitching as he struggled to control his shame, anger and panic.

The ridicule on Marshal Ferragut's face became more and more obvious: "Besides, you don't have the authority. Even if you want to surrender, it is illegal for you."

"No, it's not legal..."

"So, isn't the legitimate head of the Blue Star Community President Keith Nishita? Mr. Vice President, I haven't seen the president since I retreated back to Earth from the Mars Shipyard. But today, there is this party." Marshal Ferragu scanned the scene, and when his eyes met the Prime Minister of the Guards, the other party shuddered and began to tactically hold up the coffee, using the cup to cover his shriveled face.

Marshal Ferragu did not hide his sneer. He was no longer prepared to act: "Mr. Pegle, the acting chairman of the National Defense Committee, is not here, Mr. Xiaona, the chairman of the Interior Committee, Mr. Bai Yantang, the Minister of Labor, Ms. Jessica Edward Young, the Minister of Women and Children, is not here, and Marshal Paris, the Minister of Military Affairs, is not here. Most importantly, the President is not here. Even if we want to seize power, we are just a bunch of ragtag people."

"Rude guy! Don't forget who it is..." Vice President Yero was so angry that he roared like an angry gangster, but when he stood up after slapping the table, he stopped talking as if the mute button was pressed, and saw his uncle frowning slightly and shaking his head at him.

Mao Yuanzuo's expression was very natural, and he didn't show any particularly obvious anger, but his eyes seemed to be looking at garbage.

I, I am your nephew, right? Blood is thicker than water! Although Vice President Ye wanted to say this, he drooped his head in disgrace, took a step back, and sat back on the chair with a confused and inappropriate gesture.

Mao Yuanzuo looked at Marshal Ferragu again, smiling: "Marshal, you can say whatever you want to say."

Facing this frail and hunchbacked old benefactor, Marshal Ferragu obviously did not dare to be as arrogant as before, but said faintly: "To be honest, sir, everyone on earth knows that I am just a cook, and I was promoted by you..."

"You are joking, Marshal Ferragu." Mao Yuanzuo shook his head slightly, with a self-deprecating and open-minded smile: "Your military service and every promotion procedure are in compliance with the law. As for the cook...hahaha, if you must say that you are a cook, I am just a sour old accountant."

Mao Yuanzuo's ancestors did work as accountants for the Imperial Governor's Office at first. Later, the entire family had people serving as senior bureaucrats in the Governor's Office for five consecutive generations, and even some outstanding people were transferred to the Prime Minister's Office.

Speaking of which, Mr. Mao has a cousin who became the deputy secretary-general of the Prime Minister's Office! According to the ancient sayings of our Earth, isn't he at least a fifth-rank official? He must be a celestial being with a celestial status, right?

From this perspective, all of Mr. Mao Yuanzuo's pro-empire actions are justified.

So why did he participate in the independence movement at that time? With his ability and his family background, if he had always regarded himself as a loyal minister of the empire, the independence movement might not have succeeded. And Mao Yuanzuo could also bring his family to the top, right? How could he let the Gongsun family take over?

Marshal Ferragu stared at him and said in a tone that was almost pleading:

"Sir, I am not a moon person. I studied logistics in the military academy, and it was a short-term specialized course. Apart from me, the highest classmate in my class at that time was only a brigadier general... Hehe, this is the result of my special care. Without you, this would be the best outcome of my career. You have done me a great favor, so I can't watch you leave a double-faced infamy in history. Since you were willing to choose to lead our independence movement with Marshal Li and Master Lan, you must not choose to surrender today."