The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge

1300. Key Information

The plane star map of the Milky Way, the southeast border, the Hutt space, the smuggler's moon, and the Nashada satellite.

In a luxurious-looking bar, in the holographic projection at the entrance, the image of a Twi'lek beauty without clothes is twisting her graceful body. After reading it, my heart fluttered.

A man was wearing a coat. He turned up his neckline to cover his face, and walked to the door of the bar with his head down.

Immediately, a thick arm stopped him. There was a metal glove on this hand, and the knuckles were flashing with electric lights. It was obvious that being punched in the face was definitely not a very good thing.

This five-year-old bodyguard didn't say much, but just looked at the person in front of him coldly.

The man looked at the bodyguard with a look of fear on his face. He quickly took out a finger-sized object from his pocket and handed it over. The bodyguard picked up this thing, split his hands, the device split into two, and a holographic projection was projected in the middle, showing the logo of the bar and the basic information of the members.

The bodyguard nodded, returned the device to the man, and took a step aside.

The door of the bar opened, and immediately a strong and seductive fragrance gushed out from inside, accompanied by the vague and noisy singing and swallow dancing. A homeless man passing by immediately stretched his neck straight, trying to find out what was inside, but was stunned by an electric current raised by the bodyguard, and fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

The man in the overcoat didn't delay and walked into the bar immediately.

In stark contrast to the indifferent and fierce bodyguards at the door, there were several beautiful beauties with different styles who surrounded the door just after entering the door. They came to greet him with sweet and cloying voices, rubbed their hot bodies against this man, and groped him with very bold skills.

But this man obviously had other business, he pushed these beauties away in some panic, and then walked towards the deepest part of the bar. He didn't notice that one of the Twi'lek beauties who were trying to catch him just now turned around and hid in the shadows, pressed the communicator pasted on the throat and disguised as a piece of gold leaf decoration, whispered a few words What.

After getting rid of the entanglement of many beauties along the way, this person finally came to the target private room. However, when he opened the door, he only saw endless darkness!

In just a split second, the darkness swallowed him up, and he lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was sitting in the box. On the table in front of him were two beautiful human beings twisting their bodies. They took off all their clothes and hugged each other to entertain themselves. There was an alluring smell in the air, the smell of perfume, the smell of sweat, and an even more indescribably obscene smell.

However, if you look closely, you can find that their eyes are blank, obviously ignorant of what they are doing and what is happening around them!

"Night Song Bar, the lowest level, VIP membership fee, 50,000 credits per year." A deep voice suddenly sounded from the side, his tone of voice was very strange, he stuttered every word, feeling a little uncomfortable.

The man was taken aback, and then he saw a burly black man with dreadlocks sitting next to him at some point! However, he was very sure that when he opened his eyes to look around, apart from the two beauties on the table, there were obviously no more people in the box!

The black man didn't respond to the surprise of the visitor, but said to himself: "This kind of high-end bar, the agents of the Republic, have no money to come in. Hahahaha, rotten, the Ministry of Intelligence. At least I can apply for funding. Have a good time here! Well... However, in this kind of place, what you have to worry about is the boss, not other guests."

As he spoke, he opened a paper bag, spilled some colorful powder, and then sucked it all in with his nose.

Everyone comes out, this bag is an extremely expensive top-level spice-a flash of inspiration. The price of this small bag alone is enough to buy an advanced ghost fighter on the black market!

"Gabriel Tosh, my name." The black man said, "Military Intelligence, I told you to find me directly, which means that intelligence must be very important. Tell me."

"The military of the Galactic Republic will launch a surprise attack on a target code-named 'I' within seven days at most. This operation will be commanded by at least two Jedi masters." The visitor said it bluntly.

Immediately, he showed a look of horror and covered his mouth in a daze.

Obviously, it was not his intention to speak so directly.

"Hahahaha! In front of voodoo, you can't, lie!" Gabriel Tosh grinned.

In the air, there were still some aura powders that had been scattered just now floating around.

"I... this..." The visitor looked at Gabriel Tosh's terrifying eyes without pupils in horror.

"Okay, what's your name, name?" Tosh looked quite easy-going, poured a glass of wine, and slid the glass over.

The visitor took the glass, but he didn't dare to drink it, but he replied honestly, "My name is Cejas, and I'm from the staff of the Defense Fleet of Kona Planet..."

"Planet Kona, the Fourth Army of the Republic. This operation was carried out by the Fourth Army of the Republic." Tosh snorted coldly.

"But I don't know what this code I is, and I'm worried that if I investigate rashly, I will expose myself instead, so..." Saijas said.

"Wise, choose." Tosh showed an ugly smile.

"So... how much is this information... worth?" Sejas looked at the two beauties in front of him who were still entertaining themselves like no one else, and swallowed heavily.

"Tonight, they are yours. This VIP card is also yours. Then, there are 100,000 credits, cash." Tosh's smile began to look grim, "But to get the money, you need to cooperate with me , Entering the fleet, the command center."

"This is impossible!" Cejas was shocked, "I will be exposed and die inside! The command center of our fleet is very well guarded!"

"Otherwise, you will die here." Tosh grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

...

Kona's extraterrestrial orbit, the Republic's military's large orbital space station, and the station of the Star Defense Fleet.

In one of the secret meeting rooms of the space station, an invisible figure on the screen was looking coldly at the commanders of the Republic Fleet and a human Jedi master about 50 years old, Pauloish- Paouoish Rahhdool.

"You said you have any information you want to give us. Now that I have brought Master Radul, you can say it." Admiral Tancree, the fleet commander, said.

The mysterious man didn't even look at the admiral, and said to Master Radul: "As I said before, Code I is a target with enough value. It is enough for you to get enough when you counterattack. Advantage."

"Please tell me. If the information is true, the Republic will not hesitate to give a reward of sufficient value." Master Radul touched his beard and said.

"Code I...is the endless-class super aircraft carrier production line located on the planet Semiles..." The mysterious man sneered, "And the reward I want is a copy of the blueprint of the endless-class super aircraft carrier."

The faces of everyone present changed drastically in an instant!