Chapter 466 Interstellar Rebellion 5

His divine sense pierced through the thick fog, but the expected chaos and filth did not materialize.

That corrosive yellow mist seemed to be a huge natural barrier.

Beyond the barrier lies another world.

The acid mist thinned out here and was eventually completely blocked by an invisible energy shield.

Inside the protective shield, it was bright and clean, with a smooth alloy plate floor so clean that it reflected the outline of the light gunboat hovering in the sky.

A patrol was marching past below in orderly steps. They were dressed in uniform black combat uniforms, carrying standard energy rifles, and their eyes were alert, but they did not have the numbness and despair of the scavengers on the garbage planet.

This place is more like a disciplined military base.

Zhou Jue's consciousness continued to extend inward.

She saw the neatly arranged barracks, the bustling modification workshop, and the soldiers undergoing combat training.

In a semi-open warehouse, Zhou Jue's "gaze" stopped.

There, a pile of cubes emitting a faint blue light was stacked.

Each one was exactly the same as the A+ grade energy block she had previously "modified" for the skinny man.

There's also the MK-7 power core of the 'Thor's Hammer' frigate.

What Buck treasures and is willing to pay a huge price for outside is piled up like firewood in a corner here, numbering at least a hundred.

Several people dressed in mechanics' uniforms were carrying two pieces out of the "firewood pile" and skillfully installing them onto the legs of a combat mech that was under repair.

There's no shortage of these things here.

Buck was fooled, or rather, his intelligence was far behind.

His divine sense swept across the training grounds and the warehouses, finally locking onto the largest building in the center of the base.

That must be the command post.

The cyborg Buck mentioned, 'Blood Falcon,' should be inside.

Zhou Jue's figure merged into the air, silently passing through the energy shield and drifting towards the building.

Inside the command center, several screens projected onto the metallic walls, displaying surveillance footage from various parts of the base and data streams.

A burly man stood with his back to the doorway in front of a huge star map.

He wore the same combat uniform as the patrol team, but with an additional blood-red falcon-shaped badge on his shoulder. There was a metal spine mark from the back of his neck to his spine, and on his bare arms, one could see the mechanical structure surging beneath the skin.

He is Blood Falcon.

But he didn't have the madness of a desperado that Buck described. He stood straight, like a javelin, exuding the iron-blooded aura unique to soldiers.

Zhou Jue appeared silently in the shadows not far behind him, observing quietly.

"Boss, our men are outside and have made contact with a local thug named Buck," a subordinate walked in and reported respectfully.

Blood Falcon didn't turn around, his voice low and deep: "What did he say?"

"He seems to be looking for the MK-7 power core and is willing to pay a high price."

"Ignore him." Blood Falcon's voice was completely calm: "He's just a frog in a well, don't let him ruin our plans."

"yes!"

The subordinate acknowledged the order and withdrew.

Blood Falcon continued to gaze at the star map. After a long while, he finally spoke, but his voice was no longer as deep as before; instead, it was filled with respect.

"Miss, everything is arranged."

Zhou Jue's gaze sharpened. Who was he talking to? There was no one else in the office.

"I see."

A cool female voice came from the communicator in front of Blood Falcon.

"Let Buck do what he wants. Our people should not have any contact with him."

"Understood." Blood Falcon nodded.

"Also, we need to complete the testing of the newly modified artillery emplacements as soon as possible; we don't have much time left."

"Yes, Miss."

Communication was cut off.

Blood Falcon stood there for a moment, then turned and walked toward the armory on the other side.

Zhou Jue did not follow; her divine sense continued to expand and explore, trying to find the 'Miss' in the communicator.

His divine sense passed through several walls and entered the deeper part of the command center.

It was a completely isolated room, decorated in a style that was completely different from the cold, military style outside; it was more like a... private study.

A woman was sitting at the table, dressed in a simple white casual outfit, her hair casually tied back, looking down at a data tablet in her hand.

There were no signs of mechanical modification on her body; she was simply a stunningly beautiful woman.

So, she was the true owner of this place after all.

This force, this "Vulture Gang" with hundreds of power cores, mechs, and gunboats, all obey her orders.

who is she?

Zhou Jue concealed himself and slowly approached, trying to hear her thoughts.

The woman seemed troubled by the contents of the data board. She put the board down, rubbed her temples, and her inner thoughts flowed intermittently into her mind.

[...The formula for this batch of nutrient solution is still wrong; the taste is completely off...]

That guy's on the front lines; he's probably only getting to eat those awful military nutritional supplements again.

The analysis of the gene lock is progressing too slowly... This body's potential is simply not being realized...

[We must speed things up. The situation in the 'Shattered Star Ring' is becoming increasingly chaotic. The Federation's forces are tied up on the front lines against the Zerg. This area will soon become a no-man's-land, which is also the best opportunity for development.]

Once the fleet is assembled, it will not only be able to help him, but also...

I wonder how he is doing now, is he throwing a tantrum in the training room again...?

The training room? Losing one's temper?

Zhou Jue's heart skipped a beat, and a long-buried memory fragment instantly surfaced from the depths of his mind.

That was the gossip post she saw the first time she used the "StarNet Communicator".

[Second floor: ...My sister-in-law's cousin's classmate works at the Central Star Army Headquarters. He said that His Highness the Third Prince's mood has been very stable recently, and he hasn't overturned the training room again.]

[Third floor replying to second floor: Holy crap! Really? If the Third Prince doesn't wreck the training room, is he still the Third Prince? He's a notorious tyrant!]

Tyrannosaurus Rex...

The Third Prince...

The "lucky one" who was passively logged in sent an encrypted message to his "boss" the moment he saw the post.

Zhou Jue's breath hitched for a moment as she looked at the woman, her eyes filled with disbelief.

The woman seemed somewhat tired. She pulled a thin chain from her neck, at the end of which hung a rough ring, hand-polished from a bullet casing.

She held the ring in her palm, her eyes softening.

【wait for me. 】

Her thoughts clearly entered Zhou Jue's mind.

At this moment, Zhou Jue's consciousness surged into a monstrous wave.

That gossip post mentioned "natives" from an unknown primitive planet...

When that "lucky guy" sent the message, he mentioned, "What if someone really finds out where his sister-in-law is?"

sister in law!

Zhou Jue froze on the spot.

Gossip from the StarNet, secrets from the military, gangs on the garbage planet, the Third Prince's engagement...

Countless seemingly unrelated clues were connected at this moment, pointing to the woman in front of them.

she……

She's the legendary fiancée of the Third Prince of the Empire!

That "sister-in-law"!