"Boss Musk, Boss Musk, I'm Rozim."
In a not-so-spacious room, a few lighting balls emit white light, huge display screens and blackboards hung on the walls, a large string of numbers, and various dynamic data changes, including a golden plaque engraved with the name of "Expeditionary Force Financial Office 13", and scattered papers on the ground, Kron and Kawaguiro were pounding the operating tables at two contemplators, while Isven kept taking out new reports from the fax machine.
Tasingra, a mysterious young man wearing sunglasses, crossed his legs and wrote and painted on white paper with pencils, but the people at the scene couldn't understand what he was painting, such as a lame blacksmith hitting a strange multilateral body with a hammer in front of the stove, and a bird like a phoenix snuggling up to a girl in a huge bird's nest woven by a vine. Recently, he has always painted strange scenes of a wolf and a crow confronting each other across the air.
Behind the huge desk, wearing a base white shirt, a gray formal jacket and a tie, Rozim, wearing black-framed glasses, was posing more than a dozen communicators in front of him. He was holding a red one, and then a somewhat vague sound came from inside.
"Boss Rozim, Boss Rozim, the Expeditionary Force is there."
"The Expeditionary Force is here, the Expeditionary Force is inside, don't panic, don't panic."
“It’s not going well now.”
"There is no big problem. Sagan first, then save Dimion, don't worry!"
"Oh, I have to wait, what day will I wait."
"It's almost done!"
"Can both sides save them? Can both sides save them?"
"Save Sagan first, save Sagan first, and then there will be no problem with Endymion! Three thousand points can be kept!"
"Oh, I'm a little worried, a little worried."
"Boss Musk, listen to me, that's right!"
Rozim said, looking at Green Pickler who started quarreling and squeezing each other because of a button, and Kaguiro, the Hrudean, and Frown with a bunch of data papers, but suddenly turned them upside down and realized his mind.
“We have the best traders and data analysts here, and we will definitely—”
Bang--!
At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Dogo Koje, who was panting and had a little scratch on his forehead, rushed in, causing everyone to stop the movements in their hands, and Rozim hung up the phone.
"Wow, what's the case? Dogo, why are you just like being called out when you're not paid for a brothel?"
"Stop talking, I was just fucked by a bunch of green-skinned beasts!"
As Dogo said, he walked to a huge cabinet and began to enter the password.
"Ah? What's the situation?"
"The thieves of Great Sorien not only took my creativity, but also wanted me to shut up! Fuck them! A commercial war is about to begin!"
"So, it turns out that you went to argue with them. I thought you guys were all very united."
At this time, Tasinra, who was leaning on the chair and writing and drawing, suddenly stopped the pen in her hand, and a smile appeared rarely on the corner of her mouth, and said softly:
"As long as interests are involved, even the united groups will inevitably have disputes. That circuit consciousness has never given them the so-called selfless quality."
"Huh? It seems that you're evaluating our words for the first time. What's wrong with that—"
Dogo interrupted the two impatiently, and he was opening the heavy cabinet door.
"Stop talking, prepare to start a war!"
Rozim rubbed his hands.
"Business war! I understand best, Isven, take my market price data board!"
Before he finished speaking, a roar suddenly came from the window behind him. Rozim instinctively squatted down, and then the window shattered, and a large number of bullets flew in from outside, knocking the office out of the way, and even punched through the wall to knock down the golden plaque.
For a moment, everyone was forced to lie on or squat on the ground, and only the young man just found a safe corner to stand, but he had already held the knife in his hand.
"Who is it?"
Rozim muttered angrily, stretched out his head and looked out. On the way below the building, he could see some short sluts wearing protective gear pointing guns here, and some had already entered the building.
"I'll go! What's the situation? Are you so brave? Even if you dare to do something wrong in the nest, you will do something directly!?"
"The sheriff here has been bribed long ago! Stop looking, hurry up!"
As Dogo pulled hard, a row of weapons were pulled out of the huge cabinet. He picked up a shotgun and threw it to Rozim.
After taking the gun, Rozim twitched the corners of his eyes.
"With your short guys just fighting a business war like this!"
Just when small, unnoticed riots broke out in the main nest of Jingshi 2, a cruiser with no signs on the edge of the Endymione galaxy, quietly emerged from the subspace nodes on the border of the Great Vortex. When it approached the Endymione star cluster, another small boat quickly reconciled with it.
Soon, the transport plane launched from the boat entered the cruiser and brought a guest from the Red Pirate.
Wiengar stood in a spacious dark room, with the floor under his feet full of carefully woven carpets, the ceiling disappeared in the darkness above his head, the soft veil obscured the walls, and in the gentle wind blowing in the room, the veil shaking and trembling, a strong incense pouring into his nose, giving him an unpleasant tingling feeling, just as he had met the Chaos Wizards.
He was once a non-commissioned officer of the Red Angel, one of the countless descendants of San Gilles, but was expelled from the battle because he insisted that the blood thirst that haunted them was actually the Touch of Chaos, and now the bat-wing blood drops on his shoulder armor have been replaced by the red pirate's tightly clutched claws, with terrible trophy hanging on his armor.
As a descendant of San Gilles, his skin was a strange reddish red. Although there were some scars, he had not lost his noble face due to mutations or combat injuries. His helmet was clamped under his armpits and a thunder hammer hung on his back.
He is a newcomer among the Red Pirates, but with his cruel and cunning talent, he quickly took up his own battle gang and became a powerful leader.
But for someone like him, this is far from enough.
Perhaps out of concern for him, Huron arranged him in the Blackstone Fortress in this battle as one of many defenders, which was undoubtedly a blow to Viengar, who was eager to fight and plunder.
He was very angry, but he had no choice but to do anything. After all, he did not have the strength to challenge Huron. Not to mention Huron, even those war lords would not do it.
So he could only stay in the back honestly until a former partner found him. He almost forgot that guy, but he remembered that the other party was once a member of the Imperial Loyal Team, named -
Chapter completed!