Although the Inquisition is indeed terrible, it is not so terrible in the face of huge rewards. After all, they are all tough characters wandering in the gray area and will not be as afraid of the Inquisition as ordinary people.
But just when the Grief Galaxy was about to seize the target, it was because the Inquisition failed. Of course, the target itself was very alert and the key was that it was very important.
Just when everyone thought the matter was over, the mysterious financial owner sent another message, and the location where the target might go, and increased the amount of the reward, they immediately took action and rushed to Ningjing No. 2, even if it was the location of the branch of the Inquisition.
Now the Serenity Galaxy has received the dividends of expeditions, and its trade and shipping are very prosperous and more complicated. Instead, it creates opportunities for their actions. The only thing to pay attention to is time. The goal will undoubtedly find a way to contact the people in the court, and must intercept her before the other party handed over the things to the people in the court.
In the middle, we have to fight wits and courage from all walks of life. It can only be said that the reward is very tempting, but it is not easy to get.
"The signaler just now responded, that bitch should have been in the airport not long ago."
The person who spoke was a man who was as thin as a stick, with stiff black hair standing up from his narrow head, like wheat roasted by fire, and his clothes were black as if they were stuck to his thin body, as if they hadn't taken off for many years, and his face was also wild-eyed-eyed eyes, his skinny nose protruded from the middle of his gray-yellow cheeks, his ears protruded from both sides of his head, and more unusual than his appearance was a mechanical eagle standing on his shoulders.
"You have to hurry up. The micro signal flare that hit her body last time is about to fail."
"Can you determine the orientation?"
"Yes, but the signal has disappeared. She should have taken a transport plane to the ground."
"Spider, check the transportation records within the past half an hour."
"Snake, get ready for the shuttle."
At the same time, a warship without any logo but with the highest navigation authority slowly approached Ning Jing 2.
"According to the psychic trail, she should have returned here, and the judge's judgment is correct."
Let the herbal smoke float leisurely from his nostrils, the Storm Soldier in a black carapace looked at the approaching airport with a normal eye and an implantable bionic eye protruding from his right. He also wore the rosette exclusive to the Inquisition on his neck.
Behind him, not only was there a whole squad of Storm soldiers, but also several assassins in black combat uniforms from the Death Cult and mercenaries of different styles.
"We must move quickly, those greedy wild dogs will flock to you, and the other judges must also stare at the lady and what she has in her hands."
"Will other judges obstruct us?"
A bald man with a psionic collar hissed hissing a question.
“I thought it was a collective action.”
The team leader smiled.
"Even in the courtroom, everyone wants to fight for dominance, but these are not what we should do. We only need to complete the task, and no one who blocks the way will kill you."
"clear."
In a secret warehouse in Mixi, the largest nest in Jing 2, another group of people carrying the rosette of the Inquisition were also gathering. The leader was a strong man wearing a beret and a terrifying scar on his face.
He pressed his fingerprint on the identification instrument of the huge metal container, and then the container slowly opened. Everyone walked into it. Lighting balls were lit up, and a large number of brand new weapons hanging on the shelves emerged.
"The woman will most likely return to their previous stronghold and contact the remaining colleagues, and must do a good job of laying out control."
As the man said, he picked up a heavy sniper rifle from the shelf and weighed it in his hand, then turned around and threw it to a sniper who looked like the Vendika Assassin behind him.
Then he picked up another heavy needle pistol, stuffed it to his waist, and took two more plasma grenades.
"Judge Marcus said that she must not fall into the hands of others. When it is absolutely necessary, she can choose to kill her, so Black Scorpion, you are the last insurance."
The assassin of the Death-Worshiping Cult just nodded silently.
Then the man turned around and placed his hands on the shoulders of a strong man who had undergone mechanical transformation.
"Vargas, you are one of the most trusted entourages of Inal's Inal. Scina will definitely contact you. You have to find a way to calm her and convince him to trust us."
The strong man's expression froze slightly and he nodded.
"Yes, I will."
"Judge Inal is dead, you know, in the cruel game of thrust of the Inquisition, the entourage who loses the protection of his master usually ends up knowing too many secrets. Judge Marcus is willing to provide you with protection, so don't let him down."
"I won't let Judge Marcus down."
The man smiled and nodded, then turned to other people who had already selected their weapons.
"The dogs of Tolkmada will definitely come after them by smelling the smell. This is Ningjing No. 2. Everyone doesn't need to have any taboos. Just kill them just when they see them. This is a life-and-death struggle."
"clear!"
After making arrangements, everyone left the warehouse and hurriedly boarded several inconspicuous black luxury cars. At this time, it was raining in the nest. In the acidic rainwater, the convoy entered at an extremely fast speed from the small road to turn from the small road to the city's main road.
In the heavy rain, a black car whizzed past, and the sewage splashed from the puddles pressing against the road almost sprayed Rozim.
"Fuck!"
Although he jumped back in time to avoid the spray of sewage on his face, seeing that his boots and pants were wet, Rozim still looked at the fast-moving black high-end cars.
"Do you fucking drive? It's amazing to have money!"
However, the other party didn't even miss him and soon disappeared into the rain.
Isven, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but sigh.
"Boss, if you didn't play with such a large leverage and put all our capital in it, we wouldn't have been stuck in the streets and we were in the rain now."
Rozim immediately poked the huge reddish moxifist head in front with his finger.
"Isn't it recommended by Naozi! What ace investor!"
The short man Dogo immediately turned around and slapped Cairozim's hand angrily.
"I have emphasized it, so I can't point at me and say it's short! This is my bottom line!"
"Damn it's not that the bottom line is not the bottom line anymore. I owe so much money and the boat is still being held by others. What do you think should I do?"
"Who knows that the damn Expeditionary Force has changed the rules for military ticket exchange! It suddenly issued so many more! It made everyone complain. I wonder if the commander-in-chief took all the money to Comoros for food, drink, and gamble-"
Rozim raised his hand and slapped the short man in the back of the head.
"You're dying, don't go off topic. Our Commander-in-Chief Soshiyan is both literary and martial, and looks very handsome. He doesn't need to go to any Comorona place to have it-"
Isven interrupted the other party with a sigh.
"It's not me, boss, I just came out to speculate in military tickets. At that time, I felt that the risk was too high. When I felt something was wrong, the guy said, "Just just technical adjustments, don't be afraid." As a result, you see, I just took my three sons to play in the air."
"Who can't do anything about the hindsight? Now it's useless. You're still happy to be like a fool when counting money."
Kren, who was walking at the end with Guerro Kawaguiro, handed over a wet newspaper.
"Head, didn't the above say that the market is very stable? Why do we suddenly owe money? Are there heretic forces slandering and destroying the same as the newspaper said?"
"Who is this heretic force? Abaddon? If Abaddon knows how to play this, he will have burned the empire for ten thousand years."
Rozim looked up and looked at the busy route in the distant sky, transport planes were taking off and landing continuously, then sighed and shook his head.
"Forget it, it's useless to think so much now. Go and have a drink and relax, and see if there is any way to turn the tables."
Chapter completed!