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Chapter 632 Seafood Plan

"Lieutenant Colonel Shepard, your Normandy SR2 is the fastest ship in the entire galaxy, so please take the lead!"

"Yes, sir!" With a serious face, Shepard saluted his old boss with a standard military salute, then got up and walked towards the spaceship behind him.

Shepard lost a lot of opportunities to gain experience because of Fisher, a little butterfly hopping around. Not long ago, Shepard was still driving the old Normandy SR1. Fortunately, old man Anderson was still thinking about his own good Apprentice, he sent a report to the Fleet Command, asking if he could replace Shepard with a new ship, so he threw one of the SR2-class Normandy-class stealth frigates that each fleet currently has, to her. In history, there was only one SR2 in the entire Milky Way, but now, although this thing is not everywhere like Chinese cabbage, it is not a rare commodity.

However, Shepard was still very happy, but when she saw Anderson's new car in Palevin, who was in charge of the battlefield observer, her joy was lost by more than half in an instant.

After leaving the earth, Shepard went straight to the Citadel of God. Because it is located in the center of the galaxy, the Citadel of God is still safe at this moment, but you can still see the assembled fleets of various races. After being psychologically disturbed, the Council of the Citadel simply pulled six dreadnoughts over to act as bodyguards. The Citadel gave them an order not to leave the space station even if it crashed, and they had to fall inside the Citadel.

In addition to the army, the second largest population is the refugees who fled from the mainland and arrived at the Citadel and the rich who already had houses in the Citadel. These populations flooded into the Citadel in large numbers, which made the space station present a deformed prosperity. Many security issues.

However, the security forces of the Citadel are not just for nothing, they treat all public security issues equally, and attack with heavy blows. Bazookas and heavy machine guns are trivial matters. The security forces directly drive the patrol boats over the residential areas, and the shining artillery is just like this. In front of you, if you can't solve the problem, you have to solve the person who caused the problem.

In the tower of the Citadel, Shepard expressed the current strategic situation of the Star Alliance to the council, and also explained that everyone should adopt an active defense strategy to avoid consumption with the Reaper fleet. Assemble it, and turn it over with one click.

Because the current homeland of the Star Alliance is still safe, Shepard, who completed the mission of delivering the letter, did not return to Earth, but accepted the entrustment from the Turian Councilor to find the head of the empire who is currently commanding operations on the Turian home planet but whose whereabouts are unknown.

Although I am not very interested in this kind of errand mission, I still have to get a high mission subsidy, especially the new Normandy, which is faster and stronger, but also more expensive. Shepard had to pay for the gas, so Shepard happily went, and since then began her journey of gaining reputation among the three clans.

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And at the same time that Shepard arrived at the Citadel, Fisher also arrived at the Citadel. Of course, he didn't come to the largest discotheque in the galaxy to watch Azali dance, nor did he come to the Citadel for a pilgrimage. The target is a newly established scientific expedition team of the Star Alliance. The target of this team is neither the Reapers nor Prothean, but Leviathan.

That's right, the culprits who tossed out the Reapers, those huge ancient life forms.

In fact, the legend of Leviathan had been circulated in the universe a long time ago, but everyone didn't take it seriously, because no one had seen what Leviathan looked like, and after the outbreak of the war, more and more The evidence showed that the Leviathans were real, and they even had a certain relationship with the Reapers, so the Star Alliance immediately mobilized a group of personnel and resources to form a team.

As a reaper expert in the eyes of Admiral Hackett, Fisher naturally also received Hackett's request. In his opinion, having Fisher can do more with less than this job.

So Fisher, who was wearing a big n7 sportswear, took the spaceship to the Fort of God alone. In fact, it wasn't that he didn't want to bring a few more people, but that he was worried about Leviathan's education. Fisher himself was completely capable. Using psychic power to scold each other across the Xinghai, but the subordinates may not be able to bear it. To be on the safe side, it is better to be alone.

The person who came to greet Fisher was the leader of the expedition team, a middle-aged man with bitter looks and deep hatred, who looked like he hadn't slept for more than ten days, with two huge dark circles and a dirty uniform. It looks like the street sneakers that are everywhere in the Citadel now.

"Professor Fisher? Welcome, I'm Garrett Bryson, the leader of the Aurora working group! Admiral Hackett said that you are the current Harvester expert of the Star Federation, it's great, now We need experts like you!"

"Uh, you don't need to be called a professor, I just understand a little bit!" Fisher followed the other party into the working group's residence.

It can be seen that this working group is very efficient. Except for the small sofa in the corner of the lobby on the first floor, the rest of the place is full of various experimental equipment, planing tables or computer servers. The corpse of the puppet that came over was still warm.

After pouring Fisher a cup of hot tea, Bryson began to talk about his current work progress, and at this moment, Fisher felt a sense of peeping at him.

"Have you noticed me?" Looking at a sphere of unknown material sealed by a container in a corner of the laboratory, Fisher coughed, and then asked Brother Bryson to introduce himself knowingly.

"Ah, this, we think it's some kind of Leviathan artifact..."

Just as Bryson opened his mouth, he saw the assistant who was supposed to be sorting out the report enter the room with a pistol.

"Boom!"

Looking at the metal projectile that was stagnant in the air, Bryson sat down on the ground with a bang.

Seeing that the assassination failed, the assistant turned the gun and pointed it at Fisher, who had his hands in his trouser pockets. Just as he was trying to pull the trigger, he found that the gun in his hand had turned into a ball of synthetic garbage curled up together. And he himself felt as if a pair of invisible hands were holding his throat and slowly lifting him up.

"Darkness, must not be broken!"

The assistant opened his mouth slightly, but what came out was not a begging word, but a cold warning sound.

If this voice is combined with the rolled eyes due to difficulty breathing, then maybe it can scare a few creampies to tears, but Fisher's next sentence breaks the defense of Leviathan who is hiding behind.

"Hey, isn't this Leviathan? I haven't seen you for tens of millions of years. Why are you stretching your hips like this?"

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