The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

542、Secret Plan

The outer ring of the Milky Way, the Hutt Space, and the planet Tatooine.

"...As I said, if you can open the channel for us, I will be very grateful. The Galactic Republic is ambitious, and they will not let our actions in the outer ring go. Only by truly uniting can we protect our interests. " During the holographic projection, Earl Dooku said very sincerely.

"The war between you and the Galactic Republic has nothing to do with me, Earl Dooku. If I open the waterway to let you pass through the fleet, it will be regarded as an act of war by the Galactic Republic. We Hutts never want to participate in wars." The special man Gardullah Besadi was lying on a large and soft sofa, enjoying the service of several female slaves.

A Falin slave girl took a bunch of grapes from the Dawn Star, peeled off the skins one by one, and put more than a dozen grapes into Gardulla's mouth. Gardulla tasted the deliciousness comfortably, lazily Looking at Count Dooku in the projection.

After defeating Jabba and becoming the new overlord of Tatooine, she really enjoyed the benefits of power. Look, since the Speaker of the Galactic Republic, Heev Palpatine, humbly told her yesterday that he hoped that the two sides could reach a cooperation, it is Count Dooku who came again today.

Seeing the two most powerful people in the galaxy bowing their heads in front of him, Gardulla felt secretly refreshed.

Now these female slaves were sent by Earl Dooku. It doesn't matter to her whether they are pretty or not, but they are indeed very well-behaved, which makes her very satisfied. In fact, she really wanted to agree to Earl Dooku's request. After all, what was offered here was more practical, but Alok Bessardy from the Hutt Council strictly ordered her not to agree to any request.

This made Gardulla a little strange, because she knew that Alok Besadi had some contacts with Dawn Star secretly, but Dawn Star was obviously from Count Dooku's side?

Gadullah Besadi doesn't want to think about these complicated political games, or it's useless for her to think about them, so it's better to hold her attitude here and watch Earl Dooku bow their heads in front of her, which is also a kind of enjoyment.

"I solemnly promise that if the Galactic Republic can be defeated, the Federation of Independent Galaxies will legally recognize the Hutts' rule over the Hutt space, and is willing to support the reconstruction of the Hutt Empire." Earl Dooku continued.

I don't like to hear such big things, Gardulla thought to herself, spitting a grape seed stuck in her mouth in the face of a slave girl with a pop. She smacked her lips and said slowly: "That's all for the future, Earl Dooku. I repeat again, the Hutts will not join the war, and your fleet is not allowed to pass through any of the Hutt spaces." Hyperspace Channel. Whether it is the Republic or the Confederation of Independent Galaxies."

"Your tolerance towards the Republic may one day lead to catastrophe..." Earl Dooku sighed and shook his head, as if to feel sorry for Gardulla, "If the Republic has any rude behavior towards you, please inform Give it to me, and I promise to stand by your side no matter what."

Look, whether it's Dooku or Palpatine, they both speak so nicely. Gardulla is very comfortable, but sleepiness also follows. She waved her short hand and said vaguely: "Then That's it, it's time for me to take a nap."

"Then, I won't disturb your rest, honorable Lord Gardulla." Count Dooku saluted with a smile, and then turned off the communication.

Gadulla had just slept for a while when someone woke her up, which made her extremely angry, but when she saw the person clearly, she swallowed her anger back.

Magtan - Scar, leader of the Scourge and leader of the mighty military that now defends Tatooine. No matter how stupid Gardulla is, she still knows how all this happened to her. The three people she absolutely dare not provoke are Magtan-Scar, her immediate boss Alok-Bessardi, and that An incomparably mysterious...dead angel.

"Bulka the Hutt, I remember he was on our planet Tatooine before, where is he going now?" Magtan-Scar asked bluntly, the scar on his face twisted like a bug when he spoke. Coupled with the already fierce appearance of the Botha people, it made people shudder even more.

Since the death of Scar's elder brother, Braderick-Smallstone, the Scourge has become more ferocious and terrifying under the leadership of Magtan-Scar. Those who dared to provoke them would have their corpses hanged outside Mos Eisley on the next day, and now there were already hundreds of corpses hanging in the area outside the city.

And that powerful land-based aircraft carrier Gardura has already become a black legend in the Tatooine Desert. Since the defeat of Jabba Desilijic the Hutt, no one has seen this magnificent military-industrial masterpiece, but the story of the aircraft carrier has been circulating...

For example, because a certain settlement dared to oppose Gardulla’s rule, it was plowed to the ground overnight, the scene was a sea of ​​fire, and there were countless huge track marks. There are at least 20 versions of this story.

That being said, this terrifying power has never belonged to her Gardulla.

Thinking of this, Gadullah cheered himself up, drove away the female slaves, and asked, "Mr. Scar, what are you doing with Burka?"

"Of course there is something to look for him, he is wary of other people, you come forward and ask him to come out." Scar said.

Gadulla nodded, and the etiquette robot next to her hurriedly brought over a communicator. She said arrogantly to the communicator in Hutt: "Burka! Get out of your hiding place and meet me!"

Judging from the folds of his skin, the Hutt man in the holographic projection should not be very old. At the moment, he is drinking heavily with a large barrel of fine wine. After taking a big sip, he said: "I am doing a business recently. Honorable Lord Gardullah."

"How dare you disobey my order!" Gadulla was furious, she felt that she had lost face in front of Scar, "Now, get out of here immediately!"

"I'm in Nashada now, Mr. Gardullah. This is to ensure safety." Burka waved his short hand and said, "Of course, if you are interested, you can also join."

"Say, what business?" Gardulla's expression darkened.

"I got a special logistics record, and a very special term...'extractor project'. I have put the things on the black market in Nashada...the one with the highest price wins." Burka said.

"What's the use of a logistics record? If it's 200 tons of spices, it might be worth something." Gardulla couldn't understand it at all.

Burka smiled sarcastically: "No, the value of this record is equivalent to 20,000 tons of spices."