After the modification of Alps Base 7, it could be said that its weaponry had been strengthened to the limit.
The powerful magnetic shield could resist all kinds of light, heat, and destructive rays.
The giant view portholes, which were ten meters long and twenty meters high for observation, were equipped with a filtering system to filter out harmful light, allowing the soldiers to observe directly with their naked eyes. They could also see the spectra analysis, energy readings, and ray wavelength fluctuations constantly displayed on both sides of the view portholes. In this way, the side with this ability would have a great advantage in a battle where free shooting occurred.
Behind the dense launchers protected by thick armour, there were as many as four thousand antimatter missiles ready to be fired. There were also two hundred and eighty powerful antimatter laser cannons that were said to be more powerful the farther they could hit, the more powerful they would be.
In fact, even if this behemoth was brought to the frontline battlefield with the Alliance Army, it would still be a terrifying heavy weapon. However, it was completely paralyzed in an instant, breaking away from the control of its original ruler!!!
When all the screens in the base became clear again, an angry face had appeared on them. The owner of this face had a huge red brandy nose. The combination of facial features gave people the impression that he was rude and fierce. His lips and face were covered with thick hair. He was the deputy commander-in-chief of the A-71 Royal Fleet, Yudenov, nicknamed the Polar Bear!
It was obvious that this fleet that had come from afar had discovered the abnormality of Alps Base 7's level one alert. They immediately reported it to the Imperial General Staff and transmitted the exact information. The Imperial General Staff quickly made a decision. They believed that this sudden situation had threatened the foundation and safety of the Empire (because the safety of the third-in-line successor was seriously threatened), so they immediately transmitted the password of the highest authority.
Thus, in a short span of ten seconds, Lieutenant General Mungo unfortunately lost control of the base!
Only now did he deeply understand why those ambitious warlords still had to maintain their reverence and obedience under the authority of the Pansy Pansy, even though the various theatres of war were already divided, and the Empire still had the Alliance as a major threat.
The majesty of the royal family was still deeply rooted, spreading to every corner of the empire's territory.
When the A-71 mixed fleet slowly docked in the berth, the Royal Guards on it quickly poured out like a tide. 130 space tanks flew out from the belly of the Atlantic-level warship and cooperated with the Royal Guards to take control of all the vital parts of the warship. After confirming that everything was safe, Prince Pombaru finally showed himself.
This time, no matter how unkempt he was, he could only let his subordinates dress him up carefully. Purple was always the low-key color of the royal family. The form-fitting suit set off his appearance quite valiant, but his eyes revealed a bit of carefree unruliness. Then, in order to show that he was close to the people, he took the initiative to visit a few households and asked about the relevant situation. Then, he slowly came to the core meeting room of the entire base.
Prince Pombaru's series of movements were as powerful as a thunderbolt. It was as if he had executed a set of extremely intense punches. Be it Lieutenant General Mungo or the Arnold family members, he had the innate advantage of being a member of the royal family. Everyone was confused and disoriented! He effortlessly controlled the entire situation.
But it was precisely because of this that both Mungo and the Arnold family members thought of one thing at the same time – a terrifying thing!
Was it Arnold? Fabian? Prince Pombaru was the mastermind behind the disappearance of Monzon Luci!
Moreover, Prince Pombaru had an inseparable relationship with the Big Ben Research Institute. Only the Big Ben Research Institute itself could block the tracking chip produced by the Big Ben Research Institute. The more they thought about it, the more suspicious and certain they became.
Prince Pombaru stayed in the core meeting room for less than half an hour and immediately understood the ins and outs of the matter. At this moment, Prince Pombaru was very pleased with himself. He felt that he was the chosen one, and even the heavens were helping him by giving him such a good opportunity out of nowhere. Now that he had taken control of the base as soon as he arrived, he was in a very good mood.
Next, Prince Pombaru naturally had to give an explanation for taking over the base. The explanation he had to give was that it was a "misunderstanding". The reason was very simple. He was a prince, but not only did they not come to greet him, they even took out a Level 1 combat readiness to deal with him. As long as they were still subjects of the Empire, there was no way they could justify such a thing.
After listening to Prince Pombaru's explanation, what else could Lieutenant General Mungo do other than beg for forgiveness?
Originally, the Empire's constitution stipulated that only the Crown Prince and the Emperor had control over a huge military fortress like Alps Base 7, but Pombaru had the right to temporarily take over the base, so there was nothing the Emperor could do about it.
What made Lieutenant General Mungo's heart ache even more was that Prince Pombaru had acted too quickly. He had only comforted him with a few words of consolation and said that he would not pursue his responsibility, but he did not mention when he would return the command of the entire base to him. This was going to cost Lieutenant General Mungo his life!
As time went by, even if Prince Pombaru did not take the initiative to make trouble for him, a lot of evidence would show up on its own. For example, some of the firearms that Lieutenant General Mungo sold had to be handed over on time, and there would be a reminder on his main control channel. There would also be a special menu prompt for his bank financial investment requirements ….
When he thought of these things, Lieutenant General Mungo did not even know how he managed to retreat from the main control room. His vest was soaked in cold sweat, and his body was unknowingly covered in the smell of Iron Cross tobacco. He walked away in a daze for who knows how long before he finally sighed, shook his head, and returned to his bedroom.
Lieutenant General Mungo's bedroom was naturally in the heart of the forest in the inner layer of the base. He did not have a wife, so when he needed to sleep, he would just call his secretary over to sleep with him. Who would dare to disobey him now that he was in power? But now, he naturally did not have the mood to do so. He simply chased the secretary out. In his bad mood, he could only find a bottle of hard liquor and drink by himself.
Just as Mungo was sighing and groaning from drinking, he heard someone ringing the doorbell outside. Just as he was feeling extremely vexed, he immediately roared, "Scram!"
However, the doorbell was still ringing stubbornly. Mungo gulped down a few mouthfuls of wine. His eyes were red, and his mood was even more irritable. Then, he opened the door and threw the wine bottle at the person in front of him without a care!
"Clang!" The bottle shattered into pieces and directly exploded on the head of the person standing at the door. Mungo exhaled in satisfaction and said in a hoarse voice, "That's right. That's right.
"Satisfied? This time … it's you?? "
The person who had just been hit by the bottle was none other than Sheyan. He said to Lieutenant General Mungo as if nothing had happened.
"Hi, it's been a long time."
Around the corner stood an embarrassed Archer. Without him, Sheyan would not have been able to come here.
Lieutenant General Mungo's expression changed several times. Finally, he asked with uncertainty.
"What are you doing here?"
Sheyan chuckled and replied.
"I'm here to help you." “
Mungo asked gloomily.
"What can you help me with?"
Although he said so, he still let Sheyan in. After all, for him, Sheyan, a person from the past, was a qualified listener. Besides, both sides had common secrets, so there was no need to hide a lot of scruples.
Although Sheyan knew the ins and outs of the matter, he could only patiently listen to Mungo tell him what he already knew. After Mungo finished his story, he picked up a bottle of vodka and took a few big gulps before he stammered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
He stammered, "You, you, tell me, what can I do in this situation?"
Sheyan answered bluntly.
"You've already gotten benefits from the first time with your method, so you want to get benefits for the second time, don't you? But it's obviously impossible for you to get benefits for the second time. With the upcoming large-scale mining of Pi element, this place has become an important variable that can even shake the evidence. If you still want to get benefits from the left and right, then there's only one word to describe it: death! "
Mungo was stung by Sheyan's words. His face was originally quite ugly, but cold sweat poured out along with his drunkenness. He could not help but mutter.
"So what do you mean?"
"Sell it while it can still be sold for a good price, of course," replied Sheyan flatly. "Otherwise, if both sides feel that you're unruly and reach a consensus to replace you, you won't be able to sell it even if you want to!"
Mungo's expression changed several times. The alcohol had all turned into cold sweat. The words of an outsider like Sheyan were indeed harsh to the ears. No one around him dared to say anything, but they had to admit that every word he said hit the nail on the head.
Sheyan took this opportunity to ask Mungo, "What's the matter?"
"I've been answering your questions all this while. Now, answer me. I've heard some rumours that there's a problem with my Major General's Blood Armour. What's going on?"
Mungo could only smile bitterly and shake his head.
"It really has nothing to do with me. You're just unlucky."
Sheyan said flatly, "Tell me about it.
"Tell me what happened. I will naturally be able to determine who is involved."
Mungo smiled bitterly.
"The manufacturing process of the Blood Armour was transmitted to us by the Realm, so we haven't fully understood many of the principles involved. Although we know what's going on, we don't know why we have to do it. The final process of the Blood Armour is to place it on an unmanned spaceship and send it to some extreme celestial bodies in the universe, such as red dwarfs, black holes and so on, to undergo the baptism of cosmic rays. Therefore, after it becomes a finished product, even ordinary humans may resonate with the powerful aura leaking from it and feel very comfortable when they get close to it. "
Sheyan squinted his eyes and said coldly, "That's right.
"So someone felt a very comfortable resonance with my armor and intercepted it?" If you like this work, you're welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation. "
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