One month later, the Turian Star Territory.
"Warrior" Xie Yuan was on a civilian cargo ship manned by Turians, looking out the window at the quiet outer space.
The Turians advocate that all people should be soldiers and have a relatively iron-blooded cultural system, which is somewhat similar to the talent training system of Sparta and the military system of the ancient Qin Dynasty.
The title of their supreme leader, translated in human language, is the commander of the army, or the monarch, which is a more military language.
Because they advocate a simple and practical style, their fleet has a compact layout ranging from warships to cargo ships. There are no decorative objects on the turian-style ships.
Every inch of space is used for combat, and no extra space is allowed. This also leads to the fact that the Turians have the best mobility among warships of the same type.
In terms of combat capabilities, a Turian fleet can fight one-on-one with 0.8 Asari fleets, 1 Salarian fleet, and 1.5 Starfleet fleets.
But it is not without consequences to make a purely militarized space warship - in this kind of warship, the spiritual atmosphere is suppressed by the narrow space, and only those who are used to it can get used to it.
When Xie Yuan got on this boat, he felt very uncomfortable at first.
"How does it feel to be on the ship? Compared with the Starfleet ship, how does the Turian ship compare?" The automatic door sensor opened, and Miranda, wearing a square pattern and a black and white jumpsuit that never changed, walked in and asked Xie Yuan's feelings aroused.
"The software is pretty good. Starlink's ships are also extremely cramped. There is only a recreation room where you can relax. There is not even a canteen below the cruiser. Everyone just eats nutritional gel."
Xie Yuan is also a veteran who has been on the Starfleet fleet for several years. He is very aware of the twists and turns inside, so he is already mentally prepared for the Turian ships that are even more exquisite.
However, Xie Yuan is not a person who enjoys appearances. After seeing the Turian cargo ship itself, he still sighed with envy: "But in terms of hardware facilities, the Turians are worthy of being a veteran space race, and they are not like us at all. Comparable to newborns.
With just one drive core, the Turians can fit a zero-element drive engine that is 1.5 times more powerful than us into the same space. I heard that they are already experimenting with 2x the power. "
"The 2.0 Tantalus Zero Element Drive Core Turian has been initially realized, and is now undergoing small-scale experiments." Miranda said abruptly when she heard this.
"Wait, is this information on... on that ship?" Xie Yuan's eyes suddenly widened when he thought of a doubt.
"How is that possible!" Miranda turned around and smiled scornfully, as if she felt ridiculous about Xie Yuan's childish remarks, and then calmed down and told Xie Yuan the whole story.
"Because this person has been stuck in technology delivery, we have been pulling strings to have the Star Alliance and the Citadel Council jointly develop an experimental stealth frigate. This spacecraft will be built using a large amount of Turian technology.
The hull of the frigate has been roughly completed this year, and the engine space, the heart of the hull, was supposed to house the Tandaros 2.0 drive.
However, Rachlix resisted the pressure and refused to hand over the data, and instead only delivered data on conventional military drive engines.
What's more, the technical data of another stealth function was withheld, and under the instigation of Saren, the pioneer of the anti-humanity faction, he even prepared to disrupt the entire project. "
"Saren? This name is so familiar... Did he have any relatives or friends who died in the first contact battle?" Listening to this name, Xie Yuan felt a sense of boredom and pity in his heart, but Xie Yuan really didn't know this person. What kind of people?
"Saren is the chief agent of the Specters, an important military force of the Turians in the Citadel Council."
Miranda looked at Xie Yuan with her eyes raised: "Don't tell me you don't know what a ghost is?"
"I know!!! It's similar to 007 in the West, the KGB in Eastern Europe, and the Imperial Guard in Asia." How could Xie Yuan, who is also a soldier, not know what "ghost" means.
The "Ghost" is an agent of the "Special Tactics and Reconnaissance Department" and only takes orders from the Citadel Council. They are the elite of the military, empowered to eliminate threats to peace and stability by any means they deem necessary, even if these means often exceed the scope of galactic law.
"So you can understand how much of a deterrent a ghost agent can be called the chief."
"What about that?" Xie Yuan looked at Miranda in confusion, "No matter how fierce he is, he is just a dog raised by the Citadel. No matter how ferocious he barks, so what? Does he dare to bark at the Citadel council members?
Unless he wants to be a wolf and intends to evade the parliament, there must be other masterminds behind the scenes. "
"Well..." Miranda felt a little offended. Xie Yuan's words had such a huge impact that Miranda, who was also working as an agent, was also involved.
"The Female CEO's Almighty Soldier"
She didn't think she was a raised dog, but she knew what Xie Yuan meant, so she could only go straight to the point: "For this reason, we decided to scare the monkeys, kill this guy, and scare Saren.
Don't block the opportunity for peace between the two races. "
"What are you going to do? How do you need my cooperation?"
"Come with me, and you will know." Miranda did not say it clearly, but gave it up and left the rest room.
"Sneaky, huh." Helpless, Xie Yuan could only follow Miranda out.
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Along the way, he saw very dedicated Turian crew members walking back and forth around the passage. Xie Yuan felt very strange when he saw Miranda not saying hello to them, and the crew turning a blind eye to her.
"Do they know what we are here for?" Xie Yuan followed Miranda a few steps and asked curiously.
"Of course, you may not know that Turians rely on the tribal totem paint on their faces to determine their origin. The people on this ship are all from the same tribe."
Xie Yuan looked at the oil paint on these Turian crew members. Sure enough, the skeletal armor on the faces of these people were all the same color, and they were completely different from Rachlix.
“Their leader is a Turian colony commander, and he has a very big grudge with Rachlix, and the latter almost bankrupted his colony this year.
It was us, Cerberus, who saved his losses for him. He wanted revenge, but he couldn't take action due to the blood oath between their tribes. It happened that we also had the need to shut him up, so we joined together. "
"How come Rahelix doesn't know that his enemy's tribe is here to deliver supplies this time? Wouldn't he pay attention?" Xie Yuan felt that there was something wrong here.
"You won't care if you notice it, because all the tribes have jointly made a blood oath. They are not allowed to harm each other unless it is a law. They uphold this very much.
He just didn't expect that everyone who came this time would be the great king's entourage. "
Milan and Xie Yuan came to the cargo hold junction, where there was a huge military supply box. Miranda directly pressed the release button to open the box - there was just enough space for one person under a well-packaged drilling equipment.
"This ship has been specially set up by us as a supply ship for the MSV Anixara. Now it is responsible for survey tasks on the ship and needs to be equipped with an additional set of drilling equipment."
Miranda pointed at the gap that could accommodate one person, and then handed a tablet to Xie Yuan: "Originally, if it were me, I would have to enter here, destroy the entire hull, and then assassinate the target, but In this way, we have to pay a greater price to wipe our butt.
If you can do it without knowing it, and let him die in an accident without knowing it, but can't blame us, I can make the decision and give you 30% of the public relations funds originally used for the aftermath as your reward: part of it is in the form of If your sister invests in the Celta Foundation (a medical gel production company) in her name, she can probably get 5 points of shares.
A small part will be given to you in a designated account in the form of a private account, and you can get about 200,000 points. You can also get equipment of the same value through our arsenal, whichever you like. "
"This is too much!" Just 5 points of shares in the Celta Foundation is a lot of money. This value has reached the price of assassinating political leaders of major countries in the past.
"While I cannot refuse this generosity, it is too much."
"But this is nothing compared to the value we have to cover up the repercussions afterwards," Miranda said nonchalantly, leaning next to the large military box, "and the prerequisite for you to get all this is that you can really know the gods and ghosts. Unknowingly, he died.
But if you can't, or if you sneak in and the assassination turns into a storm, destroying the entire ship... you won't get that. "
"I...I'll do my best," after firmly memorizing the general terrain of the entire target spacecraft, Xie Yuan took advantage of the situation and entered the military box.
Miranda knelt down and looked at Xie Yuan who was hiding in the empty space: "Remember, the target is Rachlix, try not to involve other people."
"Don't worry." Xie Yuan extended a thumbs up.
"I wish you good luck," Miranda lowered the baffle again from above, and the moment it was about to close, she whispered to Xie Yuan, "Be careful."
"Bang! Ding Ding Ding Ding..." Xie Yuan's eyes fell into darkness again.
"It's strange, what Miranda just said was the truth. I thought it was hypocrisy." After analyzing the situation just now, Xie Yuan was a little surprised.
However, this box does not have a gas jet trap... and there is no high-strength board around it. It is tentatively considered to be a real cargo box.
But why me, and why do I get such a high reward after I accomplish something?
Xie Yuan, who has already regarded "letting the target die unaware of it" as a daily routine in his heart, is puzzled:
"Is it true that calling me out means killing a political enemy?"
