Chapter 1634 It's on the Verge of Firing!

"This is the C134 observation station, and everything in the observation area is normal."

"Please continue to monitor and report the situation every ten minutes."

"Are these guys from the headquarters... are they crazy? Reporting every ten minutes? Reporting even if there is nothing? Is there any point in doing this?"

After hanging up the communication, Osmond cursed and leaned back on the office chair.

Seeing his colleague getting emotional, Rohard, who was sitting next to him, said comfortingly.

"Maybe there is an emergency... Let's take turns and I will report in 10 minutes."

This is a mining station located on the inner edge of the asteroid belt.

In addition to the symbolic production of some iron ore that cannot be paid back at all, there is another more important task. That is to monitor the movement of the Lagrange point space base and the Pan-Asia First Fleet, and provide intelligence support for the "righteous men" active in the asteroid belt.

However, even if each of them does have a strong sense of mission and honor for their work, the sense of mission and honor cannot be eaten after all.

With a low salary, counting the stars and wasting life in this place where no shit, no matter how insightful people are with revolutionary enthusiasm, they will inevitably feel suspicious of life.

What's more, their revolutionary enthusiasm is only average.

Just as Osmond was thinking about how to write the report 20 minutes later, the green dot on the radar screen of the observatory suddenly fluctuated.

Capturing this change, he immediately operated the station's No. 1 telescope and aimed it at the berth of the Lagrange Space Base.

Almost at this moment, he saw the hatch of berth 17 open, and a bright silver spaceship slowly came out of it.

Seeing this scene, his pupils constricted slightly, and he immediately sat upright on the chair, stretched out his hand to grab the colleague sitting next to him, and pointed to the holographic screen on the console.

"Look, there is movement at LaGrand's point space base, and the Qinling has left the berth."

Upon hearing these words, Rohard suddenly became energetic, and his eyes were fixed on the console.

"Record its sailing direction!"

"I'm recording... Damn, don't remember."

Osmond slammed his fist hard on the armrest of the chair.

If it weren't for the seat belt on his body, this punch would be enough to make him float from the chair and hit the ceiling.

Sitting next to him, Rohard frowned, looking at the starship that had disappeared from the radar interface and the camera, and muttered to himself.

"Warp technology? What a handy thing."

When he said this, he couldn't help showing a look of envy on his face.

If only they had such technology too.

If they can master the technology that exceeds the speed of light, they will be able to rely on their strong industrial capabilities to build a fleet that dominates the solar system in less than a month. And at that time, why worry about not being able to complete the great cause of "establishing a country belonging to the Martians" and "taking off the colonial hat"?

"It's very convenient... It is said that it only takes 5 minutes to go from the Earth-Moon system to Mars."

"What do you think they are doing at this time?"

"Ghost knows what they want to do," Oslo said, shaking his head. "It's probably the test equipment. They seem to be doing this all this time."

This answer did not make Rohard feel a little relaxed.

Intuition told him that things should not be so simple.

However, intuition is intuition after all, although he feels something is wrong, but he can't tell exactly what is wrong?

He said "maybe" ambiguously, reached out and pressed the button for requesting communication, connected to the command center, intending to report the abnormality here.

Then at this moment, a sudden change happened.

All the berth hatches of the Lagrange space base were suddenly opened, and towering starships slowly sailed out against the shining light of the plasma engine.

Seeing this scene, both Rohard and Osmond's eyes widened.

They knew every starship on the screen.

However, the last time they appeared in the same frame was when the bionics launched a rebellion a year ago...

"This is the command center, the communication request has been received... What happened to your side? Please repeat."

The two didn't speak for a long time, and the other end of the communication channel was obviously a little impatient.

After recovering from the surprise, Rohard stammered and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Huashan and Taishan... are the twin carrier battle groups of the First Fleet! A total of 20 starships...they are heading to Mars!"

Hearing this report, there was a brief silence in the communication channel for a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a series of commotions came, and the voice of the liaison officer sitting there was obviously panicked.

"Aircraft carrier battle group? Are you sure you read it correctly? Wait a minute... Isn't the time for the military exercise next month? Why is it brought forward?"

Osmond finally couldn't help but swear.

"How the hell do you know!"

The strongest fleet of Pan-Asian cooperation left the port, aiming at Mars, and there was no warning at all.

Even a fool can feel that something big is about to happen...

...

The suburbs of Tiangong City.

The security bureau stronghold hidden in the residential area suffered a devastating blow.

Without the slightest warning, a group of militants of unknown origin suddenly attacked here.

Since almost all intelligence personnel were scattered to search for Lu Zhou's whereabouts, when the militants attacked, they encountered almost no resistance and took it down without any effort.

The only intelligence worker stationed here was killed on the spot during the shootout.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, the militant standing next to him poked his body with a gun and said, smashing his tongue.

"Boss, don't we really need to keep alive?"

"There is no need for that. Since we are standing here, it means that we have already torn face."

Standing in front of the whiteboard by the wall of the stronghold, the man called BOSS took off the mask of the exoskeleton armor, stared at the photos and news briefings posted on the whiteboard, and frowned tightly.

Sure enough, as Mr. Mayor expected, the N-177 flight incident has aroused the vigilance of the Security Bureau. Over the years, the intelligence personnel deployed by the Security Bureau in the colony have been investigating the truth behind the hijacking incident.

"Unfortunately, the target is not here..."

Withdrawing his gaze from the whiteboard, the man called BOSS glanced around at the destroyed stronghold, thought for a moment and continued, "It should have been transferred to another place."

The target of their operation this time is Lu Zhou.

According to the clues collected from the hotel room, they can basically conclude that the intelligence personnel of the Pan-Asian Security Bureau should have noticed something, so they sent someone to transfer him away.

However, what they didn't expect was that the agents of the Security Bureau did not transfer Lu Zhou to the main stronghold in Tiangong City, and they didn't even encounter any effective resistance when they invaded here.

Everything seems to indicate that there may be some problems with their intelligence.

And the problem is not small...

"But, where did they transfer him?" A militant standing next to him with a rifle finally couldn't help asking, "The whole Tiangong City is our eyeliner, except here... I can't think of any other where is safer."

The man named BOSS was just about to speak, but at this moment, a strange voice came from not far away.

"Yeah, I want to ask that question too."

"Where did you hide Academician Lu?"