There is no need to say much about where Qin Zhongquan and his subordinates are going. When a group of burly men with their heads on their belts have a considerable disposable income and a well-maintained spacecraft that can carry freedom and dreams to anywhere in the solar system, their behavioral logic will be extremely easy to predict.
In short, when the crew returned to the mother ship again, they had turned into peacocks with their tail feathers in full bloom, completely losing the calm and decisive look they had before landing on the surface.
The free port on Phobos, where they had docked, was the most expensive place in the entire solar system. As long as the customer was wealthy enough, they could buy anything from Jupiter's fragrant wine to Earth's wild game on the black market. Furthermore, the women on Mars were also exceptional. They were warm and generous, not minding any visitor's physical limitations. Even Gary's short and sturdy figure had grown a bit under their care.
Of course, those who went out to have fun did not include Qin Zhongquan, who controlled and managed the eating, drinking, and defecation of hundreds of people on and off the ship. He took advantage of the crew's rotation holidays to make several big deals in the free port market. To be more precise, he got some interesting news.
A thrill-seeking space mercenary has revealed that the Space Force, after nearly 60 years of roaming the Outer Rim, is finally moving inward. They've been seeing increasing numbers of sightings lately, but they don't appear to be preparing for a major war. Some speculate that the Space Force's resource reserves are depleted. After all, the Outer Rim's industrial capacity is limited, and the Space Force only has a large number of dilapidated warships manufactured over a century ago.
There was no relevant information in the deep grid. Perhaps this matter had nothing to do with Qin Zhongquan, but he still made some speculations. No matter what the purpose of the space army was, the intervention of external forces would always make the situation chaotic, and the seven worlds were still afraid of those grandfather-generation ships.
If they choose to trade, then small-scale conflicts are inevitable, and the scale of the conflicts can be large or small, perhaps a battle between cosmic mercenaries, or a head-on friction between the fleets of the eight worlds; if they choose to invade, then most of the world may not participate, as the saying goes, "It is better to die than to die for a friend", just avoid some high-risk areas; if it is just a routine armed parade, then he should consider temporarily changing back to his serious identity. By then, there will definitely be spies and spies flying all over the sky, and the gray industries will have nowhere to hide. He who knows the times is a hero.
Qin Zhongquan is a more realistic person. He usually doesn't ask why, but asks what to do. So even if the reasons for the Space Army's actions are unknown, he is too lazy to know. He just needs to think about how to face reality.
Another tip came from eavesdropping at a restaurant. Those dressed like company employees had inadvertently revealed a company secret: a pre-war automated production line on Mars was being sold, and their companies had sent employees to negotiate, but nothing had happened. It sounded reasonable, after all, it was just a negotiation, not a takeover attempt. The problem was that none of the employees had returned, and all the missing person notices had fallen on deaf ears. Even the mercenaries hired by the companies had been unable to locate the employees. The only thing known was that the production line belonged to an obscure family-owned business.
Qin Zhongquan searched for the company on the Internet, but unfortunately no such person was found, so he now has to be wary of any search mission to Mars.
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