"This is the C134 observatory. Everything is normal in the observation area.
"Please continue to monitor and report the situation every ten minutes."
"Roger … Are these guys at the headquarters crazy? Report every ten minutes? Why do they have to report even if there is no situation? What's the point of doing this? "
After Osmond hung up the call, he cursed and leaned back in his office chair.
Seeing his colleague's upset look, Allheart, who was sitting next to him, comforted him.
"Maybe there is an emergency … Let's take turns. I'll report in 10 minutes."
This was a mining station located on the inner edge of the asteroid belt.
In addition to symbolically producing some iron ore that could not be recovered at all, there was a more important task here. That was to monitor the movements of the Lagrange Space Base and the Pan-Asian First Fleet, and provide intelligence support for those active in the asteroid belt.
However, even though each of them had a strong sense of mission and honor for their work, a sense of mission and honor couldn't be used to make a living.
Even the most revolutionary and insightful person would inevitably begin to doubt life if he were to spend his days counting the stars in this godforsaken place with a low salary.
What's more, their revolutionary enthusiasm was only average.
Just as Osmond was thinking about how to write the report 20 minutes later, the green dot on the radar screen of the observatory suddenly fluctuated.
Capturing this change, he immediately operated the space station's Telescope 1 and aimed it at the berth of the Lagrange Space Base.
Almost at this moment, he saw the hatch of berth 17 open, and a bright silver spacecraft slowly came out from inside.
Seeing this scene, his pupils shrank slightly. He immediately sat up straight in his chair, reached out, pulled a colleague sitting next to him, and pointed to the holographic screen on the console.
"Look, there is movement at the Lagrange Space Base. The Qinling has left the berth."
As soon as he heard these words, Allheart suddenly became spirited. His eyes were locked on the console.
"Record its navigation!"
"I'm recording … Damn, don't bother."
Osmond punched the armrest of the chair.
If it weren't for the seatbelt on his body, this punch would have sent him flying into the ceiling from his chair.
Sitting next to him, Allheart's brows were furrowed. He looked at the starship that had disappeared from the radar interface and lens and muttered to himself in a low voice.
"Warp speed technology? What a handy thing. "
When he said this, he couldn't help but show a trace of envy on his face.
It would be great if they had the same technology.
If they could master the technology that surpassed the speed of light, they would be able to build a fleet that could dominate the Solar System in less than a month. At that time, there was no need to worry about not being able to complete the great cause of "establishing a country that belonged to the Martians" and "removing the colonial hat"?
"It's quite convenient … I heard that it only takes five minutes to travel from the Earth-Moon system to Mars."
"What do you think they're doing now?"
"Who knows what they're trying to do," Oslo said, shaking his head. "They're probably testing their equipment. It seems like they've been doing that all this time."
The answer didn't make Allheart feel relieved.
Intuition told him that things shouldn't be so simple.
However, intuition was intuition after all. Although he felt that something was wrong, he couldn't pinpoint the specifics. What was wrong?
After saying "maybe" ambiguously, he reached out and pressed the communication request button. He connected to the command center and planned to report the anomaly here.
Then, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
Several berth hatches in the Lagrange Space Base suddenly opened at the same time. Under the shining light of the plasma engines, majestic starships slowly drove out.
Looking at this scene, be it Allheart or Osmond, both of them widened their eyes.
They knew every starship on the screen.
However, the last time they appeared in the same frame was a year ago when the robots launched a rebellion …
"This is the command center, the communication request has been received … What happened on your side? Please repeat. "
The two of them didn't speak for a long time. The other end of the communication channel was obviously a little impatient.
Coming back to his senses from the shock, Allheart stammered with a trembling voice.
"Huashan and Taishan … are the dual mothership battle groups of the First Fleet! There are a total of 20 starships … They are sailing to Mars! "
After hearing this report, there was a brief silence in the communication channel for a few seconds.
Then there was a series of commotion, and the voice of the liaison officer sitting on the other end was obviously flustered.
"Mothership battle group? Are you sure you're not mistaken? Wait a minute … Isn't the military exercise next month? Why is it ahead of schedule? "
Osmond finally couldn't help but swear.
"Who the f * ck knows!"
The strongest fleet of the Pan-Asian Cooperation left the port. Their goal was Mars, and there was no warning at all.
Even a fool could feel that something big was about to happen …
…
On the outskirts of Tiangong City.
The Security Bureau stronghold hidden in the residential area suffered a devastating blow.
Without the slightest warning, a group of unknown militants suddenly attacked here.
Because almost all the intelligence personnel were scattered to search for the whereabouts of Lu Zhou, the militants did not encounter any resistance when they attacked. They took down the place effortlessly.
The only intelligence worker stationed here was killed on the spot in the gunfight.
Looking at the corpse on the ground, the militant standing next to him poked his body with his gun and said while smacking his tongue.
"Boss, are we really not going to leave a living person?"
"There's no need. Since we are standing here, it means that we have already fallen out."
Standing in front of the whiteboard by the wall of the stronghold, the man called BOSS removed the visor of the exoskeleton armor. He stared at the photos and briefings posted on the whiteboard with his brows tightly furrowed.
Sure enough, as the mayor expected, the N-177 flight incident had alerted the Security Bureau. Over the years, the intelligence personnel of the Security Bureau had been investigating the truth behind the hijacking incident.
"Unfortunately, the target is not here …"
The man called BOSS withdrew his gaze from the whiteboard. He glanced around the destroyed stronghold, thought for a moment, and continued, "It should have been moved to another place."
The target of their operation this time was Lu Zhou.
According to the clues collected from the hotel room, they could basically conclude that the intelligence personnel of the Pan-Asian Security Bureau should have noticed something, so they sent someone to transfer him away.
However, what they did not expect was that the agents of the Security Bureau did not transfer Lu Zhou to the main stronghold in Tiangong City. When they attacked here, they did not even encounter any effective resistance.
Everything seemed to indicate that there might be some problems with their intelligence.
And the problem was not small …
"But, where did they transfer him?" A militant standing next to him with a rifle finally couldn't help but ask, "The entire Tiangong City is our eyes. Except here … I can't think of any safer place."
The man called BOSS was about to speak, but at this moment, a strange voice floated over from not far away.
"Yeah, I also want to ask this question."
"Where did you hide Academician Lu?"
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