Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

"This is the C134 observatory, everything in the observation area is normal."

"Please continue to monitor and report the situation every ten minutes."

"Received ... Are these guys at the headquarters a neuropathy? Report every ten minutes? Report when there is nothing? Is there any point in doing this?"

After hanging up the communication, Osmon spit out a curse and leaned back on the office chair.

Looking at the colleague's emotions, Rohad sitting next to him said comfortingly.

"Maybe something happened ... Let's take turns, I will report in 10 minutes."

This is a mining station located on the inner edge of the asteroid belt.

In addition to symbolically producing some iron ore that cannot be recovered at all, there is a more important task. That is to monitor the movement of the Lagrange Point Space Base and the Pan-Asian First Fleet to provide intelligence support to the "justice" who are active in the asteroid belt.

However, even if each of them does have a strong sense of mission and honor in their work, the sense of mission and honor cannot be eaten after all.

Counting stars to kill life in this place where the bird is not **** with a low salary, even a revolutionary enthusiasm will inevitably feel suspicious of life.

What's more, their revolutionary enthusiasm is only average.

As Osmond was thinking about how to write the report 20 minutes later, the green dot on the radar screen of the observatory suddenly fluctuated.

Capturing this change, he immediately operated the Space Station's No. 1 telescope and aimed it at the berth at the LaGrange space base.

Almost at this moment, he saw the hatch of berth 17 open, and a bright silver spaceship slowly opened from the inside.

Seeing this scene, his pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately sat up in a chair, and stretched out a handful of colleagues sitting next to him, pointing to the holographic screen on the console.

"Look, there is movement over Lagrange Point Space Base, Qinling left the berth."

Upon hearing this sentence, Rohad suddenly got up, and locked his eyes firmly on the console.

"Record its course!"

"I am recording ... damn, no need to remember."

Osmond punched **** the armrest of the chair.

If it weren't for wearing a seat belt, this punch was enough to make him float from the chair and hit the ceiling.

Sitting next to him, Rohad's eyebrows were clenched, looking at the starship that had disappeared from the radar interface and the camera, and he murmured to himself.

"Quick speed technology? It's really a convenient thing."

When he said this, a look of envy appeared on his face.

It would be nice if they also possessed such technology.

If they can master the technology beyond the speed of light, it will take less than a month for them to build a fleet that will dominate the solar system with strong industrial capabilities. By that time, why can't you complete the great cause of "building a Martian own country" and "removing the colonial hat"?

"It's very convenient ... It is said that it takes only 5 minutes from the Earth-Moon system to Mars."

"What do you say they are doing at this time?"

"Ghosts know what they want to do," Oslo shook his head. "It is estimated that the test equipment has gone. It seems that they are all doing this thing during this time."

This answer did not make Rohad feel relieved.

Intuition told him that things should not be so simple.

However, after all, intuition is intuition. Although he feels a little wrong, he ca n’t tell what is wrong.

Ambiguously threw a "maybe", he reached out and pressed the button requesting communication, connected to the command center side, intending to report anomalies here.

Then at this moment, the change happened suddenly.

I saw that several berth doors of the Lagrange space base suddenly opened in unison, and against the glare of the plasma engine, a towering starship slowly sailed out.

Seeing this scene, both Rohat and Osmond, their eyes widened.

They knew every starship on the screen.

However, the last time they appeared in the same frame, the bionics launched a rebellion a year ago ...

"This is the command center. The communication request has been received ... What happened on your side? Please repeat it."

The two hadn't spoken for a long time, and the other end of the communication channel was obviously impatient.

After recovering from the surprise, Rohad stammered in a trembling voice.

"Huashan and Taishan ... are the two-air carrier battle group of the First Fleet! A total of 20 starships ... they are sailing towards Mars!"

Hearing this report, the communication channel was briefly silent for a few seconds.

Immediately after a series of tumults came, the voice of the liaison officer sitting there clearly brought a panic.

"Air carrier battle group? Are you sure you read it right? Wait a minute ... Isn't the time of the military exercise next month? How was it advanced?"

Osmond finally couldn't help but swear out.

"What the **** do you know!"

The strongest fleet of Pan-Asian cooperation leaves the port, the target is Mars, and there is no sign at all.

Even a fool can feel that something big is about to happen ...

...

Tiangong City suburbs.

The stronghold of the Security Bureau, hidden in the residential area, was devastated.

Without any warning, a group of unknown militants suddenly attacked here.

Because almost all intelligence personnel were scattered to search for the whereabouts of the Luzhou, those armed elements almost did not encounter any resistance when they attacked, and they took it down effortlessly.

The only intelligence worker stationed here was killed on the spot during the shootout.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, the militant standing next to him poked with a gun and smashed his tongue.

"Boss, don't we really need to keep a mouthful?"

"There is no need for it. Since we are standing here, it means we have torn our faces."

Standing in front of the whiteboard by the stronghold wall, the man called BOSS unbuttoned his exoskeleton armor and stared at the photos and newsletters posted on the whiteboard, his brows locked tightly.

Sure enough, as expected by the mayor, the N-177 flight incident has caused the security bureau's alert. In the past few years, the intelligence personnel installed in the colony by the Security Bureau have been investigating the truth behind the hijacking incident.

"Unfortunately the goal is not here ..."

Retracting his gaze from the whiteboard, the man called BOSS glanced at the ruined stronghold, and after thinking for a moment, he continued, "It should have been moved to another place."

The goal of their operation was Lu Zhou.

According to the clues collected from the hotel room ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ they can basically conclude that the Pan-Asian Security Agency's intelligence personnel should have noticed something and sent him away.

However, what they did not expect was that the agents of the security bureau did not transfer Lu Zhou to the main stronghold in Tiangong City, and even when they attacked here, they did not even encounter a little effective resistance.

Everything seems to indicate that there may be some problems with their intelligence.

And the problem is not small ...

"But where will they transfer him?" An armed man standing next to him with a rifle finally couldn't help but ask, "The entire Tiangong city is our eyeliner, except here ... I can't think of it Where is safer. "

The man named BOSS was just about to speak, but at this moment, a strange voice drifted from not far away.

"Yeah, I also want to ask this question."

"Where did you hide Academician Lu?"