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"We will set off in three days. The target is the Bayonne galaxy. This galaxy has a hidden hyperspace entrance that was not discovered by Zevar. We will sneak into the colonial star in this galaxy through this entrance. Pay attention to the colonial star. The satellite is also a colony star, and both need to be destroyed.

After the mission is completed, we must continue to escape into Zevar before the fleet of Zevar comes to support. There is a one-way hyperplane channel a few galaxies away from the Bayonne galaxy. This channel leads to nothingness. Zone, we can return here after going around a circle in the void zone.

The entire mission lasts between seven and ten years. Of course, we have to spend most of the time in the universe. Remember to buy supplies. "

These three days are the time for Duke and the others to prepare supplies. Duke tidied up the dismantled folding power facilities and waved his hands to Bob and the others, "Go prepare yourselves. I'll be there in three days." Meet here.”

Bob roared and ran out. It was obvious that he was also very interested in the woman covered with bark. Bruce rubbed his hands, "Um, Duke, I..."

He has no money.

Duke gave him tens of thousands of energy coins. Although it was not much, it was more than enough to buy some ordinary services.

Bruce is naturally not interested in these vegetative people. He wants to buy some unique research equipment here and some related cultural relics. He is a scholar himself and has natural research on this kind of alien civilization.

The same goes for Rogier, but he has some money saved of his own. The speed at which mechanics spend money is top-notch, and the speed at which they make money is not slow. The small jobs they usually accept on the Internet are enough to support Rogier's expenses.

All his research expenses were paid to Duke, and he only used his own money to buy some small items that interested him.

After the three of them went out, Duke also walked out. There was a market from the planet suspended outside Sapple's fortress outpost. Most of the good things in the colonial planet were gathered here. After all, it was wartime, and I wanted the soldiers to be there. Working hard on the front line, we must not be owed any of these material things.

Duke also took an individual aircraft to the market. The market was not crowded. The shops selling various items were arranged in an orderly three-dimensional manner in a microgravity environment. There was a considerable distance between them. , allowing the aircraft to shuttle in various directions.

Duke is not an ascetic. Although he has always suppressed the inherent characteristics of the human body, such as appetite and gambling, he also knows how to relax appropriately.

So he came to the most gorgeously decorated entertainment venue here, ordered a glass of wine for himself, curled up on the sofa and watched the men and women dancing on the dance floor, and some even took off their clothes to perform live.

Most of the guests here are mercenaries, and Sapple's soldiers have regular places. With the arrival of a large number of mercenaries, Sapple has also opened up enough entertainment venues for these mercenaries.

After ordering the drink, the waiter glanced at Duke, who looked like a slightly stronger, ordinary man wearing a tight suit.

"It doesn't seem like a fat sheep." A thought occurred to the waiter, and then he gave up the idea of ​​killing Duke.

"A glass of Sapple Scarlet, ten energy coins." After placing the mixed wine in front of Duke, the waiter left.

Duke was bored drinking and watching the carnival of these mercenaries. After drinking too much, someone would naturally cause trouble, but this kind of thing is also very common among mercenaries.

So it didn't cause much confusion.

After drinking a few drinks, Duke returned to his residence and had a good sleep. It had been three days since he woke up. Duke hadn't had such a good night's sleep in a long time. In other words, Duke had never slept in his own territory. Have a good sleep.

It was a strange feeling that Duke felt that his own territory was the most dangerous place.

Bayonne plays the role of a trading planet in Zevar. It is full of high-rise buildings, employees and law enforcers are spread all over the city, and the starships passing by are like running water in the star port.

In the corner of the Bayonne galaxy, Duke's starship flashed and appeared. Duke looked at the screen and said, "It was not detected by any scanning equipment.

Prepare to land alone. Remember, we are a trading group now. "

Bob said: "But we don't have the goods."

Duke glanced at him and said, "We have plenty of goods."

Doesn't a few hundred micro-nuclear bombs count?

Duke pressed the button, and the exposed gun muzzle and launcher of the spacecraft were hidden behind the armor, leaving only a sentry gun on the top, just like a commercial spacecraft.

In order to leave more space for cargo, commercial spacecraft remove heavy weapons that occupy a large proportion of space and weight, leaving only some weapons that do not hinder the cargo loading space.

Star thieves also like this kind of commercial spaceship very much. During the back and forth competition, the mercenary industry also developed.

"Another day full of hope." A port mechanical officer looked at the sun outside the window, lazily turned his chair and leaned his head on the back of the chair, watching an unknown TV series being played on the screen.

Outside the window is the vast starport. Below his office is a dense flow of ships and transport robots that are constantly moving goods up and down.

Unlike Sapple, Zevar allows full citizenship rights for robots. Robots enjoy the same rights as the Zevar race, including the right to vote and be elected, so less than half of Zevar's official positions belong to robots.

These robots can think and reproduce themselves, and are not restricted by the so-called three laws of the universe.

After their lifespan is exhausted, many Zevarians will upload their thoughts to the Internet and obtain a robot body, thus gaining a longer lifespan.

Although this approach is somewhat unethical. After all, after uploading one's own thoughts, one does not know whether it is the person who continues to live or a robot with its own memories, but there are still many Zevarians who choose this approach.

This also made Zevar's population pressure very high and its outward expansion very intense.

"Mr. Greg, several people claiming to be from the Galaxy Business Association came to our door."

Greg looked away from the screen and saw Duke and others outside the one-way transparent glass. "What kind of organization is the Galaxy Business Association? How come I have never heard of it."

There is a business association in the galaxy, but it is an official resource exchange organization led by the Kree. Every civilization that exchanges resources in the business association needs to hand over 20.00% of the trade content to the Kree.

The Kree have no intention of interfering with civilian trade in the galaxy.

Greg showed little interest, "Maybe some gangsters who are short of money are looking for various reasons to defraud Mr. Greg of some energy coins."

However, he still let the four Dukes in. After all, it was too boring to stay here every day, and it was good to have some fun.