Star Wars: The Silver Pledge

The Mental Mandalorians rushed into the kitchen again with a group of fully armed soldiers, but this time they were no longer holding tranquilizer guns, but silver blaster guns, with killing intent nakedly revealed from the gun muzzles, making people feel ashamed. Everyone in the kitchen is creepy.

"Where's the dessert chef?" The voice under the helmet was dull but powerful.

"He said to ventilate, it's at the back door..." The waiter robot responded more calmly than any organic life form, so the gatekeeper of the manor left behind three soldiers with guns, and he personally led the large army to Catch the poisoned assassin.

The janitor used heavy footsteps to conceal the panic in his heart. He has worked in the manor for five years and has never made any major omissions. Occasionally, he will be excused because of his status as a "Mandalorian"— After all, it is one of the strongest fighting nations in the galaxy, and the existence itself will make people feel at ease.

But now, right under the noses of The Mandalorian, President Jamie Brason, the employer, has been poisoned! Although he did not die on the spot, the severe allergic reaction made him lose face in front of all the guests. Once he is held accountable afterwards, he, the gatekeeper who personally put the murderer in the manor, cannot escape the blame!

Let alone a Mandalorian, even if he is a Jedi Knight, he may not be able to escape the president's wrath.

So before the president wakes up, he has to catch the young human.

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However, all his actions have fallen into Xiao En's eyes.

Sean stood by the garbage path in the back kitchen, and threw the wreckage of the camera he destroyed into the garbage path. At the same time, he unfolded an exquisite small projection table in front of his eyes. The images in the kitchen were being presented to the audience through the eyes of FX-6. In front of Sean.

The chip I got from Master is so powerful, it can not only turn treasure into waste, but also turn waste into treasure.

Sean sighed for a moment, then calmed down and began to deploy the next stage of action.

The next thing to do is more difficult than any previous step.

He wants to arrange an ambush in this small space where employees usually smoke and take a nap, and change his identity from an assassin who fled after being poisoned to a guardian who can walk in the manor openly.

It's very difficult, without using the Force, to ambush fully armed elite soldiers with bare hands, and to disguise them perfectly, so that no one will find out... This is also the most difficult part of the whole plan.

Sean took a deep breath, and said to himself in his heart: May the Force be with you.

Master said that during this mission, the Force should not be used indiscriminately. This is partly because, based on the evidence obtained from the Force, there will be doubts in reliability, especially for people in remote areas, the Jedi and the Force are like witchcraft, omnipotent and powerful at the same time. alienation and distrust.

But the more important reason is that this is a trial that belongs to Sean, and it is an important summary of what Jedi apprentices have learned in the past years-other than those Force skills, what else do I have?

Sean neither intends to put his personal trials above the well-being of three billion people, nor does he want to give up his own trials, so in the future, he can only go all out and use his efforts to make up for the shortcomings.

For a long time, Jedi apprentices have come here like this. They are not superstitious about hard work, but they will believe in hard work.

Less than ten seconds later, the guards were no longer visible in FX-6's field of vision, and Sean heard heavy and messy footsteps more clearly.

finally come!

The young man glanced at the scene again, confirming that all the details had been implemented correctly: There were blood-stained fragments of chef's clothes on the gate of the garbage lane, as if scratched by a sharp edge when passing hurriedly; a line of shallow shoe prints extended all the way to In front of the narrow airway, the passageway is narrow, but it can barely accommodate a thin human male to pass through, and the iron net at the entrance of the passageway has been removed; in addition, the door of the weak electricity room is also strangely open. It was pitch black inside.

There are already enough confusing items, and with the intelligence level of the manor guards, it should be enough to keep them here for a while.

Five seconds later, the janitor rushed into the room with five soldiers, and immediately fell into a daze.

"Boss, he's gone." A tall soldier said nonsense.

The gatekeeper snorted coldly, and tried to locate the escaped boy through the infrared tracking on the eyepiece, but as expected, he found nothing. Only three rows of remaining footprints could be seen in the eyepiece, leading to different locations.

The gatekeeper didn't believe that human being would really disappear. He would definitely run away, and when he ran away, he would leave traces and deception items to cover up the traces. But after thinking about it carefully, it is not difficult to find that two deception items are really not good enough.

Both the weak electricity room and the vent are impossible, one is a dead end, and the other is also a dead end—to a certain extent, the ventilation duct will be closed, and it is too narrow for humans to pass through. Only the garbage chute is wide enough and leads directly to the outside of the manor, but there is a crushing and recycling device in the garbage chute, jumping directly is tantamount to suicide, unless...

"Boss, just now the central control room sent a message that the crushing and recycling device seems to have been destroyed by some heavy object."

"It seems right, contact the third team immediately, go to the exit to track down clues, others..."

Before he finished speaking, a subordinate's voice suddenly came from the weak electric room: "Boss, something is wrong here, do you want to come and see for yourself?"

The janitor frowned, but still decided to take a look. His subordinates should not bother him with boring things. At least there are clues worth looking at in the weak electricity room.

However, just to be cautious, let's first...

"Boss, it's not good!"

The voice in the weak electricity room stopped abruptly, full of fear, and immediately made the two soldiers closest to me tremble. The gatekeeper cursed secretly, and walked into the door first.

And the moment he stepped into the weak electricity room, the gate of the weak electricity room suddenly fell down, and the gatekeeper couldn't help turning his head back. After that, he felt an incredible impact from the back of his neck, and the world in front of him suddenly became dark. .

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Sean deftly supported the unconscious janitor, and immediately began to take off the janitor's armor.

His movements were extremely swift, and he stripped the janitor from the heavy armor almost in an instant. At the same time, he did not forget to keep his voice calm, and covered his head with a metal bucket in a weak electric room to make a dull voice: "No problem, a small trap, I've taken care of it."

After that, Sean resisted the smell in the armor and put all the parts on his upper body one by one, while his hands and feet were tied with extended simple mechanical arms to make up for the gap in size between him and the janitor.

After a brief tidying up, Sean looked no different from the original owner of the armor. It was also thanks to the fact that the janitor was a mental Mandalorian with nothing but airtight wrapping all over his body, which allowed Sean's disguise plan to go smoothly. Next, as long as the janitor who was stripped into a pig was dealt with, This is the most difficult and dangerous hurdle!

Looking at the dark-skinned, comatose, bald middle-aged man on the ground, Sean also felt emotional: This man is tall, with thick armor, and obvious signs of exercise. It's a pity that he is only a spiritual Mandalorian after all, and his vigilance is still insufficient. He was ambushed and attacked by himself, and fell down in an instant. If it was on the battlefield of life and death, he would already be a corpse at this time.

The gatekeeper should really be thankful that this is not a battlefield, so even if he is an accomplice to the evil, it is the law of Bergamoor that can determine his life and death, not Xiao En's personal will.

While thinking about it, Sean opened the cabinet of the weak electricity room. He had already cleared out a space here. He tied up the middle-aged man and placed him in the cabinet, and then locked the door. After that, he picked up a tattered sounder that he had hidden in the weak electric room earlier, and opened the gate.

"A boring trap."

Saying that, Sean threw the sound generator in front of the crowd, and the machine was emitting a distorted human voice: "Boss, it's not good..."

"I'm just wondering, didn't you all realize just now that the voice at the door was purely extraneous?"

This accusation made all the minions lower their heads, even if they had some doubts in their hearts, they did not dare to open their mouths.

Just now, their reaction was indeed a bit stupid. Everyone was within sight of each other. What could the voice in the weak electric room be other than a trap? In the end, the boss had to take risks himself.

Xiao En restrained his subordinates, then pinched the gatekeeper's communicator, and asked, "Team three, did you find anyone?"

A feedback came quickly from the communicator: "Boss, there are no clues at all, not even footprints!"

Sean imitated the tone of the janitor and scolded: "Waste, the poisoner is so cunning, how could he leave footprints on the most critical escape route for you to follow the clues, now go find the lost small aircraft in the manor, he is likely When leaving the garbage passage, take an aircraft to escape. In addition, contact the monitoring room and try to collect all suspicious information near the garbage passage, I don’t believe he can really fly in the manor!”

After this series of orders, no matter how suspicious his subordinates were, they no longer doubted the authenticity of their boss—in fact, no one doubted it from the very beginning. The boss was transferred within 20 seconds after entering the door bag!

Most people's thoughts are actually: When encountering such a big security incident, who will be responsible in the end and who will be in charge?

And looking at the calm appearance of their boss, most people also feel that even if he is demoted by the president in the future, he will be promoted back to his original position sooner or later. After all, a Mandalorian who is willing to be a watchdog is as rare as a Jedi Knight in this marginal galaxy.

After Sean issued the order, he paced around in place and said, "Go to the central control room!"

Some of the subordinates suddenly wondered: "Central control room? Why?"

Sean said loudly without hesitation: "It's very simple. I suspect that more than one person poisoned this time! Even the dessert chef is just a bait. Think about it, what kind of situation is it with FX-6 guarding the door?" Can poison be carried from the kitchen to the banquet hall?"

"Here, boss, what do you mean..."

"And the president just had an allergic reaction, and his life was not in danger. If it was really an assassination operation, it couldn't be so simple!"

After finishing speaking, Sean didn't care whether his subordinates understood or not—in fact, it's better if they didn't understand, and he was about to walk towards the central control room in big strides.

However, just as he took a step, a weak but unquestionable voice came from the communicator.

"That's right, this operation is not that simple, now, come to me, I have sent someone to check in the central control room."

Sean's footsteps stopped suddenly.

That was the voice of the president, and the plan changed again!