The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge

726 , Disaster Nashada ( Part 1 )

"This..." Francis Underwood was a little embarrassed, "We have gone through an investigation, and it was Pruehl-Barron who embezzled and embezzled funds in the project and filled his own pockets. In order to cover up the negative impact caused by insufficient funds , she demolished the east wall to make up for the west wall, and hired a group of prisoners to carry out escort work, because the price of these prisoners was much lower than that of the regular escort group..."

"So, the news came from these prisoners?" Darth Malthael's voice became colder.

"Indeed." Francis Underwood bowed his head.

"I think, as a punishment for leaking information, the place where those prisoners are located should have been bloodshed?" Darth Malthael's voice is now as terrifying as the devil under the Nine Netherworld.

It's hard to imagine that just 10 minutes ago, he was still talking and laughing with the village special on the Astro-class frigate. Of course, the village special may be the only person he can talk and laugh like this now.

"This..." Francis Underwood's forehead was already dripping with cold sweat, he picked up a handkerchief and wiped his forehead, "I'm asking the intelligence department to investigate which group of prisoners leaked...uh... "

Darth Malthael raised his hand, and the terrifying force of the dark side traveled through time and space, instantly strangled the neck of Francis Underwood on the other side of the galaxy, and then directly lifted him up!

Francis danced and struggled violently, but he couldn't even touch or see what was holding his neck, he could only move around in despair, his face almost turned purple.

At this moment, Darth Malthael raised his hand and Francis was thrown to the ground with a plop. He rubbed his bruised neck and took a deep breath of air.

"Listen, my dear Prime Minister. I don't care if I killed the wrong person, or if there's any other reason for these people. I just know that they leaked information about me, and that's enough! I Failure can be tolerated, but I cannot tolerate stupidity! I cannot tolerate mercy! I cannot tolerate betrayal!" Darth Malthael said coldly, "Tell me, the creed of the Fourth Civilization."

"I... I am a natural disaster..."

"Very well, where are the prisoners from?"

"Prisoners from the planet Kosher, who rioted and killed Republic officials, are now in a state of self-government. They will do anything for money."

"Then, sign the order, in your name," said Darth Malthael.

"Yes... obey."

"Then, I will tell you how the fourth natural disaster works." After Darth Malthael finished speaking, he cut off the communication directly, turned around and went to the elevator of the tower, and came to the center of the tower——

The headquarters office of Giant God Security.

Here, Mira Han, Wang Bin, Big Boss and Ni Yongxiao are all here, obviously they have already received the order and are ready.

"How is the matter between Gardullah and Jabba going?" Darth Malthael asked.

"Judging from the current situation, the combination of the two of them, and the alliance between the Besardi family and the Desilijic family, is almost inevitable. From the perspective of the Hutts, they also think it is the most beneficial The ending." Wang Bin adjusted his glasses and said.

"The Hutts may feel that they have been too comfortable recently!" Darth Malthael grinned. "Do they think that their chance will come when the Galactic Republic splits and civil war breaks out? Tatooine, It will still be mine! Christopher Sis, they don't even want to go in! Alok Bessardy thinks that if he allys with Jabba, he can get rid of his promise with me? Ha ha ha ha..."

"I've already made a plan, and I'm just waiting for your order." Big Boss said with a cigar in his mouth. "In ten years, we have taken root in Nashada, and it is no longer the time to get here. Now, It depends on how you plan to fight."

Several people present were photographed by Darth Malthael's terrifying power, only he was still smoking his cigar with a normal expression.

"Alok-Besadi-Ola." Darth Malthael said the name coldly, "He really saw that I was gradually infiltrating among the Hutts, and he wanted to stop it all, So he did not hesitate to form an alliance with his lifelong enemies, the Desilijic family. Jabba, who also understands this, will naturally not refuse... As for Gardulla, she is just a wimp, and she cannot make any decisions."

"But...the Besadi family under Gadulla's rule is a good family." Ni Yongxiao said lightly.

"The Besardi family is still very stable at present, and Alok does have two brushes. It's just... the Desilijic family, but not necessarily." Darth Masail said, "A year ago in the Kip, Jabba's father, Zorba Desilijic Tiur, was arrested there before and sentenced to 45 years in prison. But among the Desilijic family, it is mainly Jabba's The uncles, Giliak Desilijic and Jabba, were so happy with the outcome that nothing was done to free him, although it was easy given the Hutts' wealth and power. Mira Han, I leave it to you, save Zorba."

Mira-Han said excitedly: "Planet Kip? It belongs to the jurisdiction of the Republic. If I want to go there to save people, I will definitely need the cover of the fleet!"

"Ah, Matt Horner's A fleet has no combat missions recently, and I heard that he has just taken over 10 new capital ships, and now the strength is sufficient, you can coordinate with him yourself." Darth Massa Er smiled, "Then..."

"Ziro the Hutt, I'll go find her. And you, Big Boss, I have some business to go to the planet Kesher before I act. Take all the Kali people with me, and then come with me. said Darth Masail.

"Your murderous aura is almost visible to the naked eye." Big Boss said lightly.

"That's right, right now... I'm very hungry..." Darth Malthael's eyes once again had a golden light.

...

Francis Underwood stumbled back to his mansion. He came to the bar and poured himself a full glass of wine, but he only took a sip when he picked it up, and stood there thinking.

A hand stretched out from the side, taking the wine glass.

Francis didn't look back, the perfume had told him it was his wife, Claire Underwood.

Claire also took a sip of wine, looked at the bruise on Francis' neck, and asked, "What? I thought only the councils of the Confederation of Independent Galaxies would fight. It seems that there seems to be a lot of noise here on Dawn Planet." sharp?"