66: Chapter 66: All Confused, Assassinate Whom?
Who Assassinates?
66 -66: All Confused, Assassinate Whom?
Who Assassinates?
The roaring sound echoed in the ship’s cabin, causing everyone to be momentarily stunned.
The captain’s expression slightly changed, and before he could speak, the voice continued to shout.
“Are you tired of living, wanting to die without dragging me along?”
“Assassinating the Interstellar Inspection Team?
What on earth were you thinking?”
Assassinating the Interstellar Inspection Team?
These words slammed into their minds, leaving everyone’s faces showing the dumbfoundedness caused by the overload of information.
Assassinate who?
Who is assassinating?
Us?
Everyone mechanically looked at each other, their numb eyes conveying the same thought—”Did you do it?”
“Black Hawk, what on earth are you trying to do?” This sentence seemed to be squeezed out of the throat, one word at a time.
Black Hawk’s cheeks trembled, and he finally spat out a sentence, “Commander, what exactly is going on?”
“Hm?
It wasn’t you guys?” The other party’s voice became suspicious, irritated and restless, “This morning, as soon as the Interstellar Inspection Team and the attache from Blue Star arrived at Silver Grey Star, someone secretly attempted assassination, injuring a city guard.”
“A bullet was extracted from his body, tested by the local city guard, uploaded to the city guard system for comparison, activated the backdoor we left in the city guard system, and intercepted related information.”
“It was one of our issued bullets, and currently, the only team active on Silver Grey Star is yours.”
“Commander…” The short member couldn’t help speaking out but was stopped by Black Hawk’s raised hand.
His eyes were dark, his voice hoarse, as if he sensed something, “Commander, what’s the name of the injured city guard?”
“It seems to be Li … Li Ming?” the Commander hesitated slightly, “The data show that he is also the descendant of some targeted individual.”
“Li Ming!?” The group was taken aback and then felt a surge of indignation.
“Self-directed and self-acted!
This is his own doing!”
The short one shouted, “Commander, we didn’t touch him, it was that kid’s own doing!”
“What do you mean?” The Commander didn’t quite understand but realized instantly, “He hired the assassin?
Are you sure?”
“The intelligence system assesses him as no threat, do you know what kind of person is considered a no threat?
Even a vagrant by the roadside has a potential threat,” the Commander obviously didn’t believe it.
On one side there were the disjointed words of a few people, and on the other the comprehensive assessment of their intelligence system.
“Commander, he…” The short one tried to speak again but became silent when he noticed Black Hawk’s glance, suddenly too scared to talk.
“Commander, what should we do about this?” Black Hawk asked, realizing it was pointless to continue explaining.
The Commander didn’t care about whether they did it or not.
“Our interception of the comparative information, they can’t find out anything, but if it really caused casualties, things would become serious,” the Commander continued irritably:
“Stay out of trouble over there, don’t do anything, let’s wait until the Interstellar Inspection Team has left.”
“Commander, there’s a discrepancy between the specific information and intelligence on Li Ming, I think it’s necessary to clear that up, ” Black Hawk hesitated for a moment but still spoke.
“I told you not to do anything, don’t you understand?” A roar instantly filled the entire spaceship, “I don’t care who did it, all I want now is for those bastards to leave Silver Grey Star peacefully, understand!?”
“Understood,” Black Hawk’s face was frosty.
The communication ended, and the cabin fell into silent stillness; the assurance they had just moments before had vanished without a trace.
Their faces looked terrible, like they had swallowed a stone-skinned lizard — disgusting and unable to vomit it out, yet it was stuck in their intestines.
“Where did he get that bullet?” Black Hawk suddenly asked, “We have never used a single bullet on this planet.”
“Someone is helping him, several teams were killed because they underestimated the enemy, and their arms were looted,” the short one immediately added, then complained:
“The higher-ups insist on issuing standardized equipment; why can’t they give us money to buy our own?
That way, nobody could trace it back.”
“Are you sure the money would be used to buy equipment?
The markup on the Black Hole Network is too high, operational funds need to be doubled at least,” another person shook his head:
“If someone tries to profit from the difference and doesn’t buy from the Black Hole Network, but gets tracked down, that’s even more trouble.”