Chapter 1 Facing the Situation

Faced with this situation, General Mongo's face darkened. He had obviously realized what was happening.

A group of people filed in. First entered the Space Marine MPs wearing red armbands, followed by the chief engineer, captain, army colonel, first mate, and other high-level personnel from the ship. Then came Major General Fiji with a strange smile, and finally, two people.

Two lieutenant generals. One was a middle-aged woman with a face as if everyone owed her money, or perhaps a frustrated old maid.

The other lieutenant general looked smiling, more like a business owner than a general.

The situation was already very clear. Fiji was clearly a cold and ruthless person to a certain degree. It could be said that the moment he decided to give up, he immediately turned around and sold out Mongo. Firstly, it was to atone for his sins, and secondly, it was to trample Mongo, with whom he had previously had friction, under his feet!

"When I'm unlucky, my former superior is even more unlucky..." Obviously, this kind of mentality was a great source of comfort for Fiji.

The reason for determining that Fiji had informed on him stemmed from the current structure of the human empire.

At this time, the empire could be said to dominate most of the galaxy, and its surrounding territories were also scattered. Therefore, under such a terrifyingly vast territory, the first thing to face was the embarrassment of the Yuan Dynasty in the old Earth era: Genghis Khan's vast territory dominated Asia and Europe at that time. Therefore, it often took several years for a vast empire to issue an order.

Such inefficient operations could easily lead to various emergencies not being handled in time, so as soon as he died, it immediately split into the Golden Horde, the Ilkhanate, the Chagatai Khanate, and the Yuan Dynasty, which occupied the Central Plains, although the Four Khanates all recognized the Yuan Dynasty as the legitimate successor, they also became independent regimes.

However, advances in technology solved this problem. Imperial scientists discovered in their research on telepathy that in some identical twins, even if they were separated by extremely long distances, if one of them was sick, the other would feel it, regardless of the distance.

Based on this principle, scientists solved the problem of long-distance communication.

However, even with space folding technology and the discovery of various wormholes, it still took a long time to cross the vast sea of stars.

The fact that Major General Fiji had brought so many people in just a few days showed that he had been plotting for a long time and would push all the blame onto Mongo if he failed.

Otherwise, to strip Mongo, a major general performing a special mission, of his duties would be a complex process with many procedures, normally taking at least a month, and could never be so efficient.

"Andes Mongo?" The old woman with the sharp voice took out a telegram and said bluntly and mechanically:

"According to the latest report from the Imperial Constitutional Department, during the execution of your orders, you committed dereliction of duty, damage to the Empire's huge wealth, falsification of intelligence, and suspected incitement of interstellar disputes. All crimes are punished concurrently. You are stripped of all current military ranks and positions! You are to be supervised by the military police and sent to a military court!"

Mongo didn't speak, but just sneered, not resisting, and letting the military police come forward and handcuff him.

Fiji walked up to Mongo, looked at his nonchalant appearance, and suddenly felt an inexplicable burst of anger in his heart! But he couldn't vent it in front of everyone, so he kicked Mongo's desk, causing the heavy mahogany desk to creak and tilt.

Because of the changed angle, Fiji saw that there was also an ultra-thin display screen on Mongo's desk. On closer inspection, it was still displaying the image transmitted by Artificial Human Number One. He immediately sneered:

"You're still really not giving up? Too bad, this is your moment of despair."

Fiji immediately pressed a few times on the desk, canceling the signal shielding, and then said coldly: "Order Number One issued! Immediately stop the overload operation of the Little Eagle and cut off all contact with the Upsilon Eridani planet!"

As soon as he heard this sentence, Mongo's eyes turned red. The veins on his forehead burst out all at once, and he roared: "You can't do this!! If you stop the overload operation now, then the Little Eagle will face the danger of completely losing power!"

Yes, the reason why Mongo was fearless was because he had climbed up the "Big Ben" Institute. To deal with an imperial major general, from suspicion to implementation, to trial and conviction, unless it was during a war and the crime was treason or rebellion, the unit of time was calculated in years. That is to say, the Big Ben Institute had plenty of time to bail him out.

But, but!! The information that this ambitious guy, Mongo, has obtained can only guarantee his capital! If he wants to successfully recover his investment, then he has to rely on a large amount of monitoring data in the future.

And Fiji now wants to cut off and stop the overload operation of the Little Eagle, then the overloaded reactor is likely to be scrapped immediately, and it will be impossible to start and enter the overload state again! This will completely kill Mongo's plan!

When Fiji saw Mongo's panic, he finally felt relieved and laughed wildly: "You still want to make a comeback at this time? What a fool. Do you think you still have the final say on this ship? Pass the order, immediately stop the overload operation of the Little Eagle!"

A response came quickly: "Energy output is being reduced……."

"Energy consumption is being calculated..."

"The transmission of fuel is interrupted………"

"Cutting off the overload operation at this time is likely to cause the power system to be completely paralyzed. It is recommended to return to the Alps Seven base before performing this operation."

Fiji said coldly: "Three tugboats are already on standby! No need to consider the problem of the Little Eagle losing power. Execute the order!!"

"The order has been executed, please immediately confirm the highest authority."

The so-called confirmation of the highest authority requires Mongo's cooperation to hand over the base's highest authority key. Mongo struggled madly, but was still searched out by the military police... and finally handed over to the old maid lieutenant general behind Fiji.

"No!! Don't!"

Mongo roared again.

Fiji walked over and stepped on Mongo's face, who was being held down by the guards, grinding it hard as if to wipe off the dirt from the bottom of his shoe. Then he gritted his teeth and said: "It's my bad luck, how could I partner with a fool like you! It's all your fault. Otherwise, how could things have become so bad?"

Watching the old maid fiercely insert the key of the highest authority into the slot on the command table, and then twist it hard, Mongo closed his eyes in despair and stopped talking. For a guy like Fiji who bites like a mad dog, he realized that he really didn't have much language to communicate with him.

In the heart of this arrogant offspring of a prominent family, as long as there is credit, then it must be his own. As long as there is a fault, then it must be done by others... He sighed, closed his eyes in pain, and only four words floated in his mind: all his efforts are wasted!!!

But, at this moment, the 3D holographic projector next to it began to shine with light, and the charging indicator lights on the floor also began to flash like the landing lights on the runway.

Although Mongo was beaten with a nosebleed, looking very embarrassed, and his face was covered with blood, he was the first to notice this anomaly because his face was on the ground, so a fiery light of hope appeared in his eyes!

In an instant, the light shone, and indescribable pipes and lines intertwined. Soon, a lifelike 3D illusion of a person was formed, with a high definition and accuracy of at least one in one hundred thousand. This person looked very young, wearing a white coat casually, with one side of the lapel of the suit inside turned inward, and the other turned outward. His hair looked like it hadn't been washed for a long time, and it even had a greasy feeling of being stuck together.

And the white coat he was wearing was even more stained with many stains, and there were several scorch marks from cigarette butts on it. The most exaggerated thing was the hem, which was torn off in a large piece, and suddenly you could see that the lower half of this guy was wearing cartoon shorts, and the hairy thighs were looming!!

To be honest, this guy's non-mainstream image is somewhat similar to a vagrant wandering next to a garbage can in the middle of the night, but, but!! Being able to cross n light-years of distance, this person, directly using long-distance 3D communication, itself says a lot.

To use this strategic high-end technology, a lieutenant general must submit a report a week in advance, and even a general cannot do whatever he wants! Like the old man before, although he wanted to stare at it every day, he could only use this thing about four times a day.

This sloppy man snapped on a lighter, lit a cigarette for himself, and seemed a little surprised at everything that appeared in front of him, but that surprise was immediately replaced by a kind of fanaticism, and then he said plainly: "Who is Andes Mongo?"

Mongo, who was being held down tightly, immediately shouted: "I am!"

The sloppy man glanced at him and said: "We have received all the information you sent us before. It is very realistic and has a certain understanding of our internal data. Therefore, I am authorized to obtain the technology you used to create these image data, which may have a positive effect on our research."

"And, the security level of a major general should not be able to access so many inside stories of the Ten Powerhouses project, so I think you should frankly explain the source of your intelligence, otherwise, if you delay my afternoon tea time, then the consequences will be very serious."