The Collection of The End

――TR.82.10.12――

Emma star field, Sara galaxy, Mar Sara, settlement 47.

This is a settlement that seems to be economically unsatisfactory. The material of its exterior wall is a "scrap board" compressed with various metal scraps. The gate is not an automatic door, but requires manpower to push and pull. Even the equipment worn by the guards guarding the gates is uneven.

However, when these guards found a military truck stopped in front of the gate, they raised their guns to guard each other, and the action of covering each other was fairly standard.

"Ah? You guys who don't even have a complete set of power armor dare to aim your gun at Uncle Finley?"

The truck door opened, and Tykes jumped out in bright blue heavy power armor, and walked towards the door.

The gate guards turned blue one by one. This kind of armor wouldn't be able to destroy them for ten minutes or so. The courageous even barely held the gun, and the timid had already lowered the muzzle.

"Okay, Teckis, is it fun to scare them?" Jim Renault also walked out of the carriage. Although his armor was one size smaller, the white skulls on the visor gave the guards bigger pressure.

"Obviously they took the initiative to ask for help, and our Baba cross-planetary rushed over, but the result was this kind of treatment. It's no good if you don't give an explanation." Tycus stopped, turned his head and complained to Renault.

"That is--"

"Are you Sergeant Renault?!" The person in the gate guard who looked like the leader looked at Renault's armor and painting, and suddenly exclaimed: "Sorry, the mayor said, if you come, I will invite you directly. Seeing him in the city hall, I just looked at this one before it really didn’t look like..."

"Huh,'City Hall'?" Tykes sneered.

Even the largest temporary settlement can be called a town. Therefore, it is a bit arrogant to call the office of the local governor as the "conference hall" directly.

"It doesn't matter how you call it," Renault shook his head: "Commander of the two planetary defenses, I didn't call myself the planetary defense chief, did I?"

"Ha, the sheriff is the sheriff." Tykes shrugged, giving up the topic.

On the two planets actually controlled by the "devil of heaven", Mar Sara and Joe Sara, Renault loves to claim that it is his freedom.

Oh, yes, the designation of "Heaven Devil" has been revoked, and they are now called [Renault's Rangers].

"So, can you take us to see Mr. Mayor?" Renault turned to the guard leader.

"Yes, of course, please go here." The guard hurriedly directed his colleague to push the door open.

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A moment later, the "city hall" of settlement 47.

The unarmored Renault met with the "mayor" who was over half a hundred years old in the meeting room, while Tycus was on guard.

"So, you are sure that it was a steal from outsiders?" Renault asked.

"Of course, the Sara galaxy has no mineral-related industries at all. Even if we have some light industries, they are all prepared for agricultural production. Those guys who make huge noises and discharge sewage at will must come from the outer galaxy!" Old The mayor said excitedly: "Sergeant Renault, you must arrest them!"

"Oh? Really?" Renault was noncommittal, sitting there steadily looking at the mayor.

"On the side of Heishui Post, the waste they discharged polluted our water source and caused large vegetable fields to collapse. I sent people to negotiate, but they have heavy firepower, so I can’t ask you for help, please. You must deal with them as soon as possible." The mayor is still nagging.

"How do I feel that this is not the case?" Renault interrupted him.

"What do you... mean?"

"I saw your light industry before coming here. They seem to have a lot of demand for minerals," Renault clasped his hands. "Perhaps you have been living in Mar. Sala, and what happened to Joe Sala is not so good. Understand, I can responsibly say that no'outsiders' can escape the eyes of'us' and enter the Sarah galaxy, especially the so-called'pirates'."

"Uh..." The mayor began to wipe his sweat.

"If you want me to guess, you plan to develop industry secretly, find some guys who claim to be able to'secretly mine', and smuggle them in, intending to use this to surpass other settlements on Marsala, but because of that The critics caused trouble, so they reported it to us," Renault leaned forward slightly: "Before I came here, I had sent a reconnaissance team to investigate there. If you admit now, maybe I will open the Internet. one side."

"That...you really can be kidding..." The mayor wiped his sweat hard.

"If you have confidence in those weak chickens wearing ragged equipment, you can also notify them to do it." Tykes threatened with his arms around him.

"No, I just..." The mayor's eyes flickered, perhaps because he was said to have planned.

"[Commander! We have encountered an enemy! Request reinforcements!]" When the atmosphere was getting tense, the communicator in Renault's ear heard the frustrated voice of the investigating force: "[I suggest to directly say that this is the pirate mine. Kill the guy!]"

"Calm down!" Renault stood up directly: "How many enemies are there? What equipment do you use? How long can you hold on?"

"The enemies are bugs! They are hidden under the ground! Disgusting slime is everywhere!" When the scout replies, gunshots and weird roars continue to be heard in the background: "We have withdrawn from the mine! We are in one place now! Guard on the high ground! But I don’t know how long it will last!"

what? insect?

Renault frowned. The envisioned enemy should have sneaked in with the hands of the greedy mayor. The agents of the Tyrannian Federation who did not belong to Nova's side were building a secret base to deal with the "Heavenly Devil", and perhaps even catching Renault alive. Embarrassing Nova's plan.

Before leaving for settlement 47, Renault had prepared countermeasures for various situations.

But how come some bugs come out?

Although the planned plan is basically useless, the current situation is urgent, and there is no time to think too much. For the time being, act according to the expectation that "the enemy has strong firepower and directly launches an attack."

Renault directly stood up and walked outside the meeting room. The mayor originally wanted to say something, but watching the group of Rangers who appeared outside the door for unknown time, he still closed his mouth in disbelief.

"I suggest you call up your militia as soon as possible, Mr. Mayor," Renault glanced at him before leaving the house. "The trouble you caused this time seems to be not small. If we can't solve it, you are the closest to the Blackwater Outpost. But it's going to be bad luck."