157: No one is allowed to let the ball drop.

"When recovering those nanobots production equipment, you discovered the leader of the Saints?"

"Requesting reinforcements?"

Looking at White Shark's report, Xi Hai didn't know whether he should be surprised or not.

After all, those nanobots were captured from the Saints' ships, so being able to track down those guys' lair, he felt that there didn't seem to be any problem with that.

As for the organization known as the Saints, ever since he captured that group of Saints last time in Ursa Major V12.22, he had used the night lamp to learn a little about this organization:

Although this organization had only emerged less than a century ago, it had already launched thousands of terrorist attacks in the core areas of human civilization,

from the United University headquarters in the Order Seat down to the archaeological, construction, and industrial sites of certain regimes, all had been attacked.

The methods of attack varied; some involved swallowing explosives and rushing into crowds as human bombs, while others involved ramming starships into targets.

Of course, their most famous attack was when they hijacked a cargo starship,

and rammed it directly into the dual experimental energy towers of the United University branch campus located at Order Seat V01.02,

causing a massive explosion that swept through half the star system.

At the time, after reading about this incident, Xi Hai had sighed, "As expected, people in this different world also have their own Twin Towers."

In short, being able to go from being nameless to being universally reviled in less than a century, in a certain sense, was also a kind of strength.

Turning his gaze back to the request for reinforcements, Xi Hai fell into deep thought.

Undoubtedly, since the lair of this universally reviled organization had been discovered, whether out of selfishness or righteousness, it should be wiped out.

But how to wipe them out, and in whose name to do so, was a question.

After all, the water here was quite deep.

According to previous intelligence, this organization was as slippery as a loach, having escaped unscathed several times when faced with encirclement and suppression—

logically, such an organization should be committing crimes on the run—

but the facts told him that this organization had a real, solid headquarters within the Empire.

It was just that the star marker was gone, not the star itself. If anyone wanted to find it, they could actually easily discover it—but in reality, no one had discovered it for so many years?

Was everyone a fool?

If you said the Empire had no hand in this, Xi Hai would say you might as well believe that I am Qin Shi Huang.

However, after thinking about it a little, Xi Hai still felt it was doable:

The Sacred Stars Group was currently developing in the core areas of human civilization, and it needed prestige,

and the Empire had never told him in any way whether the Saints were their own people.

Then he would disguise this matter as a coincidence and finish it off with lightning speed first.

After all, the Sacred Stars Group was developing throughout the Order Alliance, not within the Empire,

and with this prestige, its expansion speed would be much faster—

and it could also be coated with a layer of "righteousness."

The progress of his talent kidnapping... oh no, recruitment plan, could also be greatly accelerated.

As for the Empire's subsequent reaction?

Not to mention that it would be a done deal, it was impossible for the Empire to come looking for trouble with him over a dog that was universally reviled and already dead,

and he didn't believe that such a large regime as the Empire would only raise one such white glove—undoubtedly, for the Empire, the organization known as the Saints was replaceable,

while by comparison, he was currently unique to the Empire.

What if the Empire's top brass were truly stupid beyond measure, wanting to suppress the Sacred Stars Group that had just performed a great service for humanity while facing public opinion from all of humanity, and also wanting to offend him?

Simple, the Empire wasn't the only authority in the star sea. When the time came, he would just pack everyone under his rule onto the Pioneer Ship, fly to some place outside, develop a little bit, and in less than a year, he could directly strike back.

Those pre-era megastructures might be a trouble, but there were ways to deal with them—just jump over and snatch them.

Under the setting industrial capabilities that rivaled the machine catastrophe, any enemy blocking the way was nothing more than a bigger speed bump—

besides, this was just the Pioneer Ship, and there were still a series of space stations from level 1 to 25 following it,

and he could also open up his thinking, modify the space station's appearance, install a few engines, turn it into a fortress ship, and commit crimes on the run.

As for the Sacred Stars Group?

As long as it ran to The Consortium, he wouldn't even need to initiate the fight; teammates would naturally step up to carry the team.

Of course, the above was just a hypothesis; the Empire shouldn't be that stupid.

What would most likely happen was that after some interest exchange, both sides would tacitly forget about this trivial matter—

It was originally a cooperative relationship of mutual utilization; who would tear their face off over a terrorist organization that didn't even have a reputation?

After thinking through the consequences, Xi Hai decisively replied:

"Reinforcements will depart within one standard hour and arrive in approximately one standard day."

"Try to detect the target's movements and indicate the action objectives."

Subsequently, Xi Hai directly dialed Julius's communication:

"Julius, is there any mobile fleet in the Legion that has been withdrawn for retrofitting and rest, and does not have any urgent missions?"

The other side quickly replied:

"Yes, Supreme Director, there is."

"We currently have 9 such mobile fleets."

So many?

Xi Hai was a little shocked, then nodded and said:

"Come to my office and bring the specific details of those fleets,"

"There is a relatively urgent mission now, and we need to dispatch one mobile fleet."

"Yes!"

At this moment, inside a small hotel on Planet Three of Cetus V66.79,

White Shark looked at the communication saying "Reinforcements will arrive within one day," and breathed a slight sigh of relief—

all that needed to be done now was to keep an eye on the leader of the Saints before the reinforcements arrived.

As for the original plan to infiltrate the White Tower?

It was directly canceled.

After all, once the reinforcements arrived, with absolute superior firepower, they could just search openly and aboveboard,

why would they need to sneak in?

"Salted Fish, the other five teams are asking if we should continue to lie low or if there will be new missions arranged,"

"How should I reply?"

At this moment, Baili Ying's voice rang in his ear. White Shark turned his head and saw that guy lying on the bed with his back to him, his two feet swinging in the air.

"Did the infiltration of the spy equipment all fail?"

Baili Ying flipped over, sat up, and made eye contact with White Shark:

"Yes, every time a piece of spy equipment enters the underground of that White Tower, it immediately loses connection, without exception."

White Shark nodded,

"Alright, then pause the current activities for now,"

"As for subsequent task arrangements, just wait until the 'Saints' guys land here, monitor their movements, and wait to indicate the action objectives to the subsequent reinforcements."

"By the way, the people coming this time are all survivors of that incident, right?"

Baili Ying recalled for a moment and nodded.

Therefore, White Shark personally took the communicator from Baili Ying's hand and added a sentence under the content she had just sent:

"Think about it, brothers, the demons who slaughtered our mentors and fellow disciples back then are enjoying hero-like treatment here!"

"Think of their spirits in heaven! Now is the time for revenge!"

"Before reinforcements arrive, no one is allowed to drop the ball!"

Almost immediately, five "Yes" replies came back.