Magic Underachiever

Sinclair walked through a dirty garbage alley, got into a seemingly abandoned ventilation duct, and finally came out of a maintenance workshop and entered a remote path in the dark cabin area.

Seeing that there was no one else around, he threw all the remaining leaflets he carried into a broken oil drum. Take one out, light it, and fiddle with it with an iron rod to burn all the leaflets as quickly as possible. Sinclair then lifted up a waterproof felt next to him, rolled out a simple motorcycle, rode on it and left quickly.

About twenty minutes later, Sinclair stopped in front of an apartment building. At this time, more than ten people came out of the apartment building. They were wearing blue canvas maintenance suits, and several of them were interstellar natives. A truck also came and parked in front of the apartment building at this time.

"Sinclair, you came back a little early today. Have you finished distributing the flyers?" As these people climbed into the truck, one of them with a leadership temperament stopped and asked Sinclair when he saw him.

"No...no." Sinclair replied with some self-reproach: "The slave market's security system responded too quickly, and a drone noticed me.

Don't worry, I'm not being followed, and I burned all the remaining flyers. "

The leader looked around vigilantly and said to Sinclair with concern: "Don't go to the slave trading market recently. Now the entire Star Alliance slave traders know about the establishment of the 'Indigenous Free Army'. These slave traders are operating within the Star Alliance. I want the Star Alliance to label the 'Indigenous Free Army' as rebels and exterminate them.

Niwan City must be trying to find us. "

"I know...brother." Sinclair nodded and asked, "What are you going to do? Do you need my help?"

"I have a batch of aid weapons that were seized by Kona's people. I took people to get them back. Don't worry... Kona is a fighting ring owner who only wants to make money. He will not offend us for those weapons. "The leader patted Sinclair on the shoulder. Seeing that his subordinates were already in the car, he finally said to his brother: "Go back...I'll leave you some food in the room...wait for me when I come back. Let’s talk again.”

Watching his brother get on the truck and leave, Sinclair parked the motorcycle on the side of the road and walked into the apartment building.

This is a secret stronghold of the slave liberation organization in Niwan City. Its main task is to organize the circulation of external materials. Collect aid from the outside world, or send the materials allocated by the organization to the starship leaving the port, and then deliver them to the hands of the indigenous free army of a certain natural planet.

Due to functional issues, this stronghold inevitably has to deal with various gangs in the dark cabin area. Without clearing up the relationship with this gang, it will be difficult for materials to flow in the dark cabin area.

Most of the gangs in the secret cabin area are just looking for money. They seem to be extremely vicious, but they are still very cowardly when faced with the slave liberation organization that dares to attack the slave traders in Niwan City. Therefore, the gangs in the dark cabin area mostly turned a blind eye to the activities of the slave liberation organization. Even if there were some minor conflicts, as long as the slave liberation organization used both kindness and power, they could basically be resolved peacefully.

So Sinclair didn't worry about his brother. He parked his motorcycle on the side of the road and walked into the apartment building.

The apartment building is a whole transferred living area for the crew of the ship. Sinclair, who is single, has his own single room here, a bedroom, a bathroom and a fairly large living room.

Hanging his coat on the hanger, Sinclair looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

He turned on the TV, poured himself another cup of coffee, and then prepared to sit on the sofa to watch the live broadcast of the Strongest King Competition. This is the program with the highest ratings in the entire Star Alliance. Niwan City, which is close to the Wormhole Station, can watch the live broadcast of the competition with a very low delay, while Star Territory a little further away can only watch the post-game video.

Sinclair likes to watch the Strongest King Competition very much. At his age, everyone has the dream of becoming a hero that attracts much attention. What Sinclair didn't expect was that when he turned around, he found that there were four more people in his room.

Look at the door... it's closed.

"Who are you?" Sinclair slowly backed away towards the door. This apartment building is full of people from the slave liberation organization. As long as you escape, you will be safe.

Jessica, who had just walked out of the portal, looked around the room for a while, then sat on the sofa. She picked up a donut on the coffee table, took a bite and said, "You actually asked us who we are? Not long ago, you stopped us first and said some strange words. I thought you knew us, so I Let’s check if we met a friend here.”

"I don't know you..." Sinclair had already retreated to the door. He flipped the switch but did not turn it on. In panic, he finally recognized the people in front of him. They had indeed just met, at the slave trading market. It was precisely because he talked too much to them that he was noticed by the patrolling drone. "You are people in the market. Are you slave traders? Or are you mercenaries of slave traders?"

Jessica slowly ate the donut and replied slowly: "None of them... I saw the leaflet you gave me. I am very interested in the slave liberation cause you are devoted to. Have a great campaign, I support you, we are here to donate.”

Although Sinclair was relieved to hear that the other party was not a slave trader, he did not take it lightly. He continued to flip the switch and said: "Donations? We are very welcome, but I am not the person in charge of raising funds. Why don't we go out together, and I will take you to the person in charge here."

Sinclair wanted to open the door to buy time for himself, but at this time there was an explosion outside, followed by dense gunfire.

The entire apartment building was shaken violently by the impact, and bullets hit the metal wall with a clanging sound.

Sinclair no longer cared about the four people in his room. He turned around and tried desperately to turn the switch to escape from here, but the door did not respond. The gunfire and explosions outside were more intense, and the guards of the apartment building could also be heard fighting back.

At this time, the door was suddenly knocked open. A man holding a rifle said loudly to Sinclair who fell to the ground: "Sinclair, we are attacked by the city defense army, and we can't defend outside. Come with me quickly, we have to retreat from here... Do you have guests?"

The man saw the four people in the room. After finding that the four people had no weapons, he didn't think about other aspects, and the emergency situation did not allow him to think too much. The attack of the city defense army was too sudden, and Sinclair's brother took away some people, and the remaining people could not stop the well-prepared attack at all.

Sinclair, who had just gotten up, was about to say that he didn't know these four people, but Jessica had already said, "We are Sinclair's friends and we sympathize with the native slaves, so we came here to donate money and do our part for the freedom of the slaves."

The man with the gun said, "Then you really came at the wrong time. But don't worry, we will protect your safety. Sinclair, take your friends out of the secret passage quickly, I will buy you some time.

Be sure to be quick!"

After that, the man called a few people to stop the city defense army without waiting for Sinclair to explain.

It was a mess outside, and most people were retreating in a hurry.

Jessica walked to the door and said to the bewildered Sinclair, "You see, we didn't bring any weapons. We are not from Niwan City, and have nothing to do with your attack. To be honest, I really came here to donate money.

But now you'd better take us to escape first."

"Okay..." Sinclair didn't know where these strangers came from, but he really couldn't waste any more time. It wouldn't be too late to identify their identities after escaping. By then, they will be surrounded by armed members of the slave liberation organization, which will make it easier to control them. "Follow me, don't get separated."

Jessica followed Sinclair out the door. She looked back and saw that Master Vincent and Eliza had already followed him out, while Solomon sat on the sofa and stared at the TV in front of him.

"Solomon, aren't you going with us?"

Solomon didn't move his eyes and replied to Jessica: "I saw something interesting, you go first!"