Having become accustomed to the attitude of these powerful people not treating civilians as human beings at all, Bahram could only explain patiently:
"Everyone, it's the energy gap, not where it is used."
After saying that, Bahram looked at another furnace descendant.
"Does your cargo ship be departing from Giovani Nine in the near future?"
Giovani Nine is an frozen planet in which the furnace found a highly concentrated solid crystal that can be used as a high-quality alternative to progesterone.
The other party did not answer immediately, but looked at his companion and said until the other party nodded:
“There is one.”
“How many are in the cargo hold?”
"This is an important goods to be delivered in the near future, if the contract is defaulted..."
Bahram said firmly:
"I will pay the penalty for liquidated damages, please borrow it for the time being to solve the urgent problem."
The two people looked at each other again and finally replied:
"All right."
At this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and the unbearable door muttered with harsh protests.
Everyone turned their heads to see who was so bold, but then they shrank their necks and came a group of people wearing neat black uniforms, unique pointed triangular hats, and under their feet were people with gloomy faces. They were the leaders carrying a black sword-shaped wooden board on their shoulders, with "The Name of Shengyan" written in red font, while the others were carrying long black swords and silver pistols.
As soon as the group of people appeared, the atmosphere on the scene instantly dropped to freezing point, because their reputation in the Cathedral was almost the same as that of Tyron.
The agency they belonged to was the 11th General Affairs Bureau of the Special Affairs Department of the Holy Flame Clan, also referred to as the 11th Bureau. Their establishment was initially to pick up the corrupt and unfaithful members within the zodiac, and had extremely high law enforcement powers. In order to ensure their independence, when the Virgin Mary was not within the scope of management, they would turn directly to Astart, who was the highest-ranking commander. Ustad, as the commander-in-chief assigned by Soshyan, naturally also obtained direct jurisdiction of the 11th Bureau.
In order to enhance control and deterrence over the parish, Ustad granted 11 bureaus extremely high power of action, even parallel to the theater commander, and expanded their scale. Except for Space Marines, there was almost no one in the entire parish that they could not execute.
Seeing the 11th round of people breaking in directly, Bahram frowned, and Jacob on the side had already said loudly:
"What are you doing! Don't you know this is a war zone meeting!"
The man in the lead just bent down slightly.
"Sorry, Commander Bahram, but we have received an emergency line. This is the only way to prevent the prisoners from escaping."
"What prisoner! Who gives you the right to catch people directly here! Get out of here-"
Suddenly, Bahram held Jacob's raised arm and looked out the door. It was evening, and a towering figure seemed to stand under the dim street lights.
"The Throne and the Lord of the Holy Flame are above. This is an important military and political meeting. You cannot break in with rashness!"
A man suddenly stood up and said sternly, he was a man with wide shoulders and wide body, even in the parliament, with a beard all over his face. He was wearing a gorgeous military uniform, but he had no military temperament. He was able to be here because he and his family were the largest traders in the galaxy. Even though this scale was small outside, it was like a grain of sand, but he was the only person who understood the rules of galaxy transportation and trade. Due to lack of people in his hands, even though he knew that he had many problems, Bahram still pinched his nose and asked the other party to be responsible for the logistics transfer work.
"Be presumptuous here, be careful not to get enough food!"
Faced with the men's threat, the ruling of the 11th round had no expression on his face, but just said lightly:
"Although it's rude, some things must be done. In fact, I have enough evidence to prove that at least four of you are seriously guilty."
When the executors scattered and walked towards the conference room, everyone began to panic.
“No violence is allowed in the conference hall!”
The surroundings suddenly fell into chaos. Some people stood up and made noise in the commotion. The guards rushed over, but were stopped outside. The mechanical priests sat still, as if they didn't care about what was going on.
Jacob wanted to take action several times, but Bahram held it down. The other party didn't even look at the situation in the field, but just looked outside the door.
“No violence may be used?”
The ruling yelled in the chaotic noise.
"Why didn't you think about it when you secretly use a transport ship that should have been transferred to other war zones to carry out your personal smuggling operations so that you and your family can get enough pockets?"
"this..."
The man took a step back, but he was locked left and right by the executors.
"This...this is illegal!"
Another man said tremblingly, and when he saw the executor walking towards him, he fainted.
"Legal? Why didn't you think about whether it was legal when you resell military supplies and try to corrupt the sectarians with wealth and beauty?"
At this time, another man stood up with a pale face. He was wearing the robe of a mid-level priest of the Holy Flame Cult, and pulled out a pistol as thick as a finger from his sleeve and pointed it at the head of the judge.
But before he pulled the trigger, a strong wind blew from outside the door, instantly slitting his throat, and even a last expression remained in his head, flying high with the ejaculation of arterial blood.
The judge bent down to thank the visitor.
"Thank you very much, Lord Robin."
Robin, who was wearing a black burqa over his armor, said nothing, but gently threw the blood from the sword's edge to the ground.
The verdict turned his head and looked at the last person.
"It is time to pay the price for using power that does not belong to you to destroy the purity of the sect, and to use dark and cruel conspiracy to protect your power."
The man trembled stammeringly, and finally kneeled on the ground with his knees soft. When the executor went to drag him up, he turned his head and said loudly:
"Commander Bahram, save me! Save me! I know I'm wrong! All my sons are fighting on the front line! Our family sacrificed more than a dozen people to fight against Tyron! Give me another chance!"
Bahram's face moved slightly, and he looked at Robin.
"Can you please be more comfortable?"
But Robin just replied coldly:
"Bahram, although you are quite talented in government affairs, don't forget that you are an Astarte. Don't give your kindness easily. Look at how many maggots are growing around you."
"What do you mean?"
The young Jacob immediately angrily rebuked his eyes, and his fists slammed hard on the conference table.
"Put your breast teeth, young man."
Robin didn't pay much attention to Jacob, perhaps in his eyes, the other party was still a recruit.
Chapter completed!