A small starship sailed quietly without turning on its own logo, and moved furtively toward the fixed jump point ahead. On the command platform of the starship, two semi-arc-shaped huge building structures have appeared, and there are faint ripples flowing in the space in the center of the arc.
This is a large space jump gate. It uses the natural space channels in the universe to greatly increase the jump distance of starships and greatly reduce the cost of jumps. This is also the most common way of jumping for most civilian starships. That kind of free point-to-point jumping is basically used by the military. It not only requires extremely detailed data on both ends, but also consumes a lot of energy.
At this time, a scanning beam swept through the space, and the small starship originally hidden in the darkness was immediately outlined. Several surveillance beams immediately came over and hit the starship.
There was chaos in the starship command module. Several young people were in a hurry. Some wanted to avoid it, some hurriedly restarted the stealth system, and some tried to disguise themselves as a meteorite. However, these efforts had no effect at all. A voice sounded on the starship's public channel: "This is the guard fleet of the 4th Dynasty Fleet. You have broken into the restricted area. Please report your identity immediately!"
Several young people looked at each other, and one of them, a short-haired beauty, replied: "I am the host of the Canxing News Channel. We want to go to the N77 star field for on-site interviews through the jumping point in front."
"The N77 star field is a restricted area and you have no right to enter. Stop the ship immediately for investigation. Do not make any changes or try to escape, otherwise we will attack." The voice coming from the public channel was very cold.
The short-haired woman gritted her teeth and just said, "You have no right to block public jump points." The starship suddenly shook violently, and a high-energy beam accurately shot at the rear of the starship, destroying the small starship with one shot. Left engine.
The short-haired beauty was stunned, and the young people in the cabin were also frightened. The command cabin suddenly turned dark red, and the piercing alarm sounded non-stop. The man in charge of driving turned pale, smiled bitterly, and signaled surrender.
A starship from the 4th Fleet approached, and in the blink of an eye, a dozen heavily armed Marines rushed into the cockpit, pointing their guns at the young men.
Just as the man on the bridge was about to speak, he was hit directly on the head by a gun butt, flew out and hit the bulkhead on the other side, and then bounced back to the ground. He struggled to get up, but was stepped on his head and pinned down heavily.
The remaining young men were pulled out of their seats, knocked to the ground, stepped on, and handcuffed one by one. The short-haired beauty lay on the ground and shouted angrily: "You have no right to treat us like this! We are citizens of the dynasty! I want to sue you! I want to expose your evil deeds!"
The captain who led the team squatted on the ground and pressed her back with his knee. Hearing these words, he smiled darkly, slapped her hard on the butt, and then pinched her hard. The scream of the short-haired beauty immediately turned into a scream.
A deep voice sounded on the captain's communication channel: "What's going on?"
"It's nothing, a few little guys are not very obedient."
"Keep them clean. If they really don't obey, just leave them on the boat."
At this time, a soldier checking the starship's main brain said: "They made a short jump and did not turn on the track transponder the whole time."
The captain whistled and said: "So, there is no record of your entire light-year journey. Do you really think you can sneak past? But this is fine, it saves me the trouble, as long as the master brain is destroyed, No one knows what happened to you."
The captain turned around and said: "Clear all the mastermind records and make it cleaner. You guys, go to the back cabin to check and see if there are any other important things. We will evacuate in 10 minutes. Wasp, you go last and set up a Autopilot, targeting our base battery."
"clear!"
The captain squatted down again, lifted the short-haired beauty's chin with his hand, and said meaningfully: "Do you understand, little guy? You broke into the military restricted area, and then the starship was destroyed. You were only lucky to be rescued. Get up. Of course, it’s also possible that we were not lucky and we didn’t find your rescue capsule. Do you understand? Maybe you didn’t even have time to enter the rescue capsule and were just thrown into the universe..."
Several young people had pale faces, and the short-haired beauty was angry and frightened. The captain stood up and made a gesture, and a soldier cuffed the short-haired beauty's hands behind her back and lifted her up.
A moment later, a ball of light lit up in the deep sky, and the small starship exploded completely, turning into countless cosmic dust.
In a small room on the 9th floor underground of the headquarters of the Federal Bureau of Special Investigation, Evans sat leisurely in a chair and browsed the latest news. The room is not big, the inner room is a bedroom, and the outer room is used as a living room, study, etc. The lighting is bright and soft, but there are no windows, and the day and night changes can only be judged from the system time.
Evans rubbed his brows, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and took a short rest. At this time, the image of a middle-aged man appeared in the room. He looked ordinary and had no characteristics. He was the kind of ordinary person who would be forgotten after just one glance. He sat down in front of Evans, even though the avatar didn't need to sit down.
"You can go." His tone was calm and expressionless.
Evans didn't open his eyes and said calmly: "I live well here, why should I leave?"
The man opposite frowned slightly and said, "This is your last chance, do you really want to leave?"
"I have lived here for 32 days, and there is nothing wrong with me. I can leave if I want, and I have been given a reason that can convince me. Oh, don't forget, every day, the reasons become stronger. You and your superiors will also have heavier responsibilities."
The man did not speak, but was thinking, seeming to be weighing something.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Evans suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Are you stalling for time?"
The man raised his hand, and a clock appeared in front of him, and then he watched the hands reach 3 o'clock. He breathed a sigh of relief, with an unexplainable smile on his face, stood up, and said, "Mr. Evans, you are now officially under arrest."
Evans looked at him, raised the corners of his mouth, and said slowly: "It seems that the situation outside has changed beyond my expectation... I need to see a lawyer."
"The pair of difficult young lawyers are still under investigation, and the formal arrest warrant for them was one day earlier than yours. So if you want to find a lawyer, you will have to change someone."
Evans raised his eyebrows slightly, shrugged and said, "No problem, then I need to meet with the family lawyer."
"I will report your application to the superiors. But now, you have to find another place to live."
After a while, Evans and the man finally walked through the long, dark and damp passage. The man opened the rusty iron door at the end of the passage, pushed Evans in, and then slammed the iron door shut.
A sarcastic voice came from outside the door: "This is the prison cell."
At this moment, Evans had changed into prison clothes, and the original comfortable clothes had been taken away. He glanced around and saw a dim light flickering in the cell. Fortunately, Evans can increase the brightness on his own and does not need to rely on lights.
This is a cell of only four or five square meters, with a bed on one side and a toilet and washbasin on the other side. The bed was made of composite material, with only a thin sheet covering it, and it wasn't dirty enough to make anyone complain. But the hygiene of the toilet and washbasin is worrisome. The walls and floors were made of cold, exposed cement, which was cold and damp, and everywhere was wet.
This cell is still in the headquarters of the Special Investigation Bureau, but it is more than 20 floors underground.
None of Evans' personal belongings were allowed to be brought over and were left in their original rooms. He didn't say a word during the whole process of transferring houses, and he didn't complain or protest at all.
Not long after, heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor. With every step, the soles of the shoes would rub against the ground, making an uncomfortable rustling sound.
The cell door opened, and an old man with a gloomy musty smell walked into the cell. He held a pair of rusty scissors in his hand and said, "According to the regulations, you have to cut your hair."
Evans looked at him calmly.
The old man smiled evilly and said, "Don't waste time, just sit on the toilet!"
Evans sat down slowly without saying a word.
After a while, the ground was covered with a layer of bright blond hair, and the flowing blond hair on Evans' head turned into short and uneven hair. Some of them were simply shaved off, leaving a few bloody mouths.
The old man slammed the iron door shut, dragged his feet, and left from the long corridor.
Evans finally reached out and touched his head, sighed softly, and said to himself: "You owe a lot, how are you going to pay it back? I'm curious."
At the Jolly Roger headquarters, Hathaway was engrossed in handling official duties. An assistant knocked on the door and came in, saying: "People from the Federal Staff Committee are here, requesting access to all information related to Light Years."
Hathaway frowned slightly and said, "How do we have any information related to Light Years?"
"They said they wanted all the combat records in the N7703 star field."
Hathaway sneered: "They want to see a joke about me being captured?"
The assistant shrank his neck and said, "Well... they didn't say it, and I don't know."
“Did they bring identification and formalities?”
"The identity has been confirmed and the transfer procedures have been brought."
Hathaway took the light screen and carefully read their identity documents and transfer procedures, then nodded and said, "Go and cooperate. Show them whatever they want to check."
After the assistant left, Hathaway returned to her seat and sat down slowly. After thinking for a moment, she connected to a private channel and said, "Help me check the troops that will be transferred to the N7703 system in the near future."
After a while, a voice sounded from the other side of the channel: "There is some bad news. The confidentiality level of these transfer information has been raised, and it is now beyond my authority."
