The Collection of The End

——AD.2160.3.17——

Hanshan Port.

After leaving the dock, the three people of Thanos came to the main building of Hanshan Port. The scale was so large that they could not even see the roof of the building without raising their heads.

Although its name is "Port", it is also the political, economic, and transportation center of Novilla. Without culture, scientific research and experimentation do not seem to be considered as culture.

The styles of these buildings are basically the same. They are all translucent materials and functional blocks of inconsistent sizes. They are connected to each other by elevators, fast lanes, and speed traffic stations. Each key node has fully armed guards on duty.

The alien races walking in it are also diverse. From the outside, it can be roughly seen that they are businessmen, security guards, scientific research workers, service personnel, and the occasional Hanshan Port officials.

Nearby pedestrians occasionally cast surprised glances at Thanos and his party, but they won't pay attention for long.

"Hmm..." Thanos glanced across the nameplate displayed on the outer wall of the building complex, as if thinking about his destination.

"I thought you were going to get clues from the dock security, Commander." Galas said.

"He doesn't know anything," Thanos replied while looking at the "small market" around him: "It should be said that as long as he knows a little bit of inside information, the governor of Novilla will not arrange him to guard the dock."

"Then what are we going to do now? Are we going to investigate the logistics department that provides materials for various laboratories? They won't let us in, right?" Tali was busy looking around.

"If we really plan to investigate ‘illegal research’, we can go directly back to the house and tell the Castle Council," Thanos regained his gaze: "None of the research projects on this planet are legal at all."

"I think so," Galas didn't seem surprised: "I heard about it when I was in Palevin. Although it is under the jurisdiction of the Citadel Council in name, it only complies with the minimum "Citadel Convention." The law enforced is a series of regulations promulgated by Novilla himself under the name of the "Administrative Regulations", but because they can provide high taxes, they basically turn a blind eye and send us here without accident. It’s because they are dishonest again and are ready to beat and beat. After all, with our manpower, one or two illegal research projects will be caught up in the sky. Then there will be fines and rectification. The world is peaceful."

"You parliamentary races are a virtue." Tally sneered - although she didn't know if she had it.

"That's the style of those bureaucrats," Galas retorted. "We fighters are different from them."

"Really..." Tally seemed to refute, but finally gave up.

"If you want to catch them all at once, there is no way," Thanos stopped his gaze on the logo of a certain company: "As long as the damage and impact caused by the'illegal research' caught is large enough, how can the gods pretend to be The deaf and dumb must also make a statement that by then control the entire Novilla, all illegal research will be hidden."

"Turn the table? I like it!" Tally said.

"'Double helix'?" Galas followed Thanos' gaze and looked over: "This seems to be a food company of our Tunui. It seems to be a private property invested by someone, but if it has any serious problems, The Turian captains will definitely not cover up."

"Then it."

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A few minutes later, the cargo area of ​​Hanshan Port.

This is an unusually wide space, like a super large indoor football field. Countless containers are being loaded and unloaded by different means of transportation. Some are going to the dock, and some will be driven out of the freight warehouse, braving the wind and snow to rush to the outside experiment. room.

A warehouse manager and his deputy met with Thanos in a corner of the area.

"Hello, Commander, my name is Basho Matsuo, please make a long story short." The person in charge is a "Wochar" who looks like an upright fox, with a strange accent and grammar.

"I'm his student, Zeng Liang." The appearance of his deputy of the same race is basically the same as him, but the content of the speech is more concise and concise, and he also holds an information record board in his hand, which is constantly sliding and typing.

"I am the Starlink Special Investigator, John Shepard," Thanos said: "I was ordered to come to Hanshan Port to investigate a'Keter'-level incident that may pose a major threat."

"..." Galath and Tali listened to their captain's nonsense in silence.

"I didn't understand, what is that, strange level?" Matsuo Basho's fox face was confused.

"Teacher, that is a human classification of threats. This level means that it is almost impossible to control and may cause the threat of large-scale casualties." Zeng Liang explained.

"Probably mistaken, there is no area in charge, such a threat." Matsuo Basho shook his head repeatedly.

"..." Thanos turned his head to look at Zeng Liang, "Can you make the decision for your teacher?"

"Of course." Zeng Liang nodded.

"Our scanning system showed that there was a reaction from the'Rakener Swarm' between'Dingfeng 05' and'Dingfeng 30'. Because the range was too large, we would be surprised. We plan to check the goods delivered to those locations. There is a large amount of feed in the batch, and the laboratory will become a key suspect." Thanos pointed to the surrounding cargo.

"That won't work. There is a confidentiality agreement signed and it is not allowed to open the box." Matsuo Basho shook his head repeatedly.

"Are you talking about... ‘Leckner’?" Zeng Liang narrowed his fox’s eyes: "In this case, you can ‘open the box privately’. My teacher and I don’t know anything."

"Zeng Liang, you--" Boom!

Matsuo Basho seemed to be going to say something, but was hit by Zeng Liang's backhand punch in the face and rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Ms. Matsuo went to the doctor for a sudden illness today. We haven't seen anyone, understand?" Zeng Liang nodded to Thanos, put the record board on the table, and took his teacher and turned away.

"I always feel... Commander, your persuasive power is amazing, but is there really Rekner? They were wiped out a thousand years ago." Galas shrugged.

"That Zeng Liang obviously discovered something, and his teacher is simply stupid, otherwise he would not be assigned to this kind of post," Thanos picked up the record board he had just dropped: "Um... Summit 15, The "Crack" Institute is obviously the genetically modified research department of Double Helix Foods Company, but it has purchased a large amount of feed in recent months."

"Hey—" Tali took a half step back: "Will you Turui keep eating bugs, right?"

"...This company's market share is not high, about 13%" Galas sternly pressed the rifle around his waist: "But it will soon become zero."

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