The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

963、Choose

Count Dooku stood still for a long time, this time Darth Sidious gave him instructions that he could not accept.

He knew that killing Tang Xiao under such circumstances would have serious consequences, and it might immediately cause the Confederation of Independent Galaxy to fall apart.

Instead of giving him a solution to his problem, Sidious made him make things worse.

At this time, Count Dooku suddenly felt something, and with a backhand wave, the button of the door was pressed, the door of the secret room opened, and there was a person standing at the door.

It was Tang Xiao!

Count Dooku clenched his fist hard, suppressing the urge to chop Tang Xiao into two pieces, and asked coldly, "Do you have anything to say? Your Excellency the Governor."

However, Tang Xiao remained expressionless. He flipped his hand and took out a black communicator and said, "I have already contacted Mr. Death Angel just now, and he... wants to chat with you."

"Dead Angel..." Earl Dooku paused, and as soon as he raised his hand, the communicator in Tang Xiao's hand flew into his hand, and then he glanced at Tang Xiao again, "Do you want to participate? This conversation .”

Tang Xiao smiled slightly, turned around and left without any intention of staying.

Count Dooku returned to his secret meeting room and connected the communication.

A shadowy figure also wearing a black cloak, even more deathly than Darth Sidious, appeared in the holographic projection.

"Long time no see, Earl Dooku. How are you doing recently?" Darth Malthael's gloomy but somewhat joking words came through. It was obvious that he was using a force mask, and neither his tone nor his face could be distinguished. .

How could Earl Dooku be in a good mood? He snorted coldly and said, "I've said long ago that the grievances between you, the previous generation of Sith Lords, don't affect me! Don't affect the Confederation of Independent Galaxies!"

Darth Malthael looked a little surprised, "What are you talking about, Earl Dooku, I'm saving you, don't you know?"

"I don't have the slightest feeling like this! I just discovered your secret method! Do you think you can shake my position by attracting people like Thorn Hill? Dreaming!" Earl Dooku said sharply.

"Oh, hehehehe... Count Dooku." Darth Malthael sneered, "The reason why I did this was completely because I was worried that after you foolishly killed yourself, you would ruin everything from Separatism to the Confederation of Independent Galaxies. It’s just a decade of hard work.”

"This is impossible!" Count Dooku said.

Darth Malthael sighed, "Do you really think I don't know anything? Wrong, I know everything about your plan with Darth Sidious. So I keep reminding you, to win , to win. Otherwise, you will give your life to others to dominate, but what about you?"

"What do you know?" Earl Dooku began to have some bad premonitions.

"Sif Palpatine is my master, Darth Plagueis single-handedly selected him, I naturally know everything about him. Similarly, I also participated in your plan to subvert the Galactic Republic, naturally , I know everything.” Darth Masail said, “But what do you know? There is a big gap between Darth Plagueis’ plan and Darth Sidious’s plan. .”

Count Dooku looked gloomy.

"Plagueis's plan is more gentle. He wants to slowly shake the foundation of the Galactic Republic and the Jedi Order, and then gradually replace them. In this plan, his role is the co-speaker, and then, the head of state. But Sidious's plan is even more radical, what he wants...is the emperor." Darth Malthael said.

He looked at Earl Dooku's expression, "Just like the sentence I asked Tang Xiao to bring you, Anakin, the Chosen Son, the master of Skywalker, can't be you, it can only be Darth West Dieus himself. According to Darth-Bane's two-person rule, the Lord of Sith has always had one master and one apprentice. What kind of apprentice is better than the Chosen One? And what kind of master is better than the Chosen One? Darth Sidious would be a better fit? In this plan, you... are redundant."

The corners of Darth Malthael's mouth turned up slightly, "Look, as an apprentice, you are too old and your reputation is too high. As a master, you are too weak, and your understanding of the dark side is not even as good as Sidi's." One-tenth of Erth. Where do you qualify as a Sith Lord?"

"Such bewitching words are meaningless." Earl Dooku calmed down instead, "Tell me your purpose directly."

"For me and Darth Sidious, the biggest difference is... for me, you, it's better to be alive." Darth Malsayer said, "Because in this entire galaxy Among them, only the Confederation of Independent Galaxies can compete with the Galactic Republic."

"That's exactly what we're doing now," Count Dooku said.

Darth Masail shook his head, "No, the difference is too big. According to your and Darth Sidious's plan, at the end of the war, the Trade Federation and the Interstellar Banking Association will suddenly withdraw from the war , and even shut down all the robots, so that this seemingly protracted war will end in a short time..."

"Then, Newt Gunley, Thorn Hill and others will be assassinated, and then taking advantage of this opportunity, their super companies will be divided up, acquired, swallowed by the existing super companies of the Republic, and finally... become Larger industrial oligarchs. With the support of these industrial oligarchs, Darth Sidious will establish a powerful Galactic Republic." Darth Masail said, "Presumably, he follows the what you want."

"It seems that you do know a lot."

"In this plan, the Confederation of Independent Galaxies is a sharp sword that was temporarily polished. After cutting a few wounds on the Galactic Republic, it has completed its historical mission and can be thrown away. Therefore, what will happen to the Confederation of Independent Galaxies? It doesn't matter." Darth Marthael continued, "Darth Sidious will let you kill Mina Bontry and even Tang Xiao, and then create a terrorist attack on Coruscant, why? "

He sneered, "Because this is the simplest and rude way to continue the war, and you don't have to worry about the serious political consequences that will result from doing so—the Confederacy can survive for a year or two anyway, right? But do you Have you ever thought about it, when the Confederation of Independent Galaxies is destroyed... what about you?"

Count Dooku's face became serious.

"If the Confederacy is still there, you still have value. If the Confederacy is gone...you are nothing. At that time, even if you are killed, so what? You can even put all the blame on you, anyway... ...you are dead." Darth Malthael's every word pierced deeply into Count Dooku's heart.

"What do you want? Do you want me to deal with Darth Sidious for you?" Count Dooku finally asked.

In Darth Malthael's view, these words represented that there was finally a gap in Earl Dooku's defense.

He smiled slightly and held up two fingers, "As always, what I do is to give the other party the right to choose. So... make a choice?"

"What choice?"

Darth Malthael showed a bright smile, and showed it to Count Dooku through the force mask, "A win-win choice... the Confederation of Independent Galaxies, as a long-term, powerful All your political ideals can actually be realized through the Confederation of Independent Galaxies, and I will do my best to deal with Darth Sidious..."

He waved his hand, "In the end, you got a powerful confederation, and I got the body of Darth Sidious, the best of both worlds, right?"