202: Hurry up! Hurry up even more!

"Hurry up! Keep moving forward!"

"Who are you dawdling for!"

Tens of thousands of people, under violent coercion and the threat of death, gradually surged toward the outside of the starship.

Several The Consortium soldiers stood to the side, watching the flow of the crowd, and whenever anyone slowed down even a little, they would directly raise the butts of their rifles and rain down blows upon them.

"This one, take them away."

"This one, drag them out too."

The squad leader stood at the edge of the crowd, observing this group of scholars—who were usually clean and tidy but were now covered in blood and filth, their clothes in tatters—with the demeanor of someone selecting livestock.

Every time he pointed into the crowd, several soldiers would rush forward, followed by a commotion and several wails.

And when the wailing would not cease for long, a few more gunshots would ring out, causing the scene to fall completely silent.

The stench of blood mingled with the acrid smell of high-temperature burning.

"Death" and "despair" among this group of scholars were no longer abstract, elusive concepts.

Instead, they had become visible "smoke" and a tangible "scent."

"A sickly weakling, a burden; even the slaughterhouse doesn't want this."

"Just shoot him."

"Bang!!!"

This was a young man who coughed every now and then;

And in the crowd, a woman watched as that figure fell, the spray splattering onto her.

She tightly covered her mouth and nose, looking like she wanted to cry but dared not, desperately trying to squeeze into the depths of the crowd to lower the probability of being noticed.

But she was seen nonetheless.

"That one over there, drag her out too!"

Immediately, two soldiers dragged her out. The squad leader walked over, pinched both sides of her face, looked left and right, and nodded.

"Fine, she's passable. Take her over there; we'll clean her up later."

She was the older sister of the young man from just before.

As the crowd continued to writhe, more and more people were separated out.

Exclamations, wails, and gunshots continuously rang out in the air.

Until the last person walked off the cargo starship's hold, nearly three thousand people had gathered in the open space under the boarding bridge.

One group consisted of the old, weak, sick, and disabled; the other consisted of young women.

Watching the cargo hold from which no one else emerged, the squad leader sneered twice.

He looked at his soldiers and spoke into his headset:

"The cleanup is complete. Send those who need to go to the slaughterhouse to the slaughterhouse, and sort out those who need to be cleaned up and sent to the superiors."

"I have to say, the quality of this batch of cargo is quite high; they're all soft-skinned and tender. I wonder what they did before."

"As for those 'gifts,' you lot take them to be cleaned first—"

"And also—this time, you can hide a little for yourselves, since there's quite a lot of them."

"Yes!"

After speaking, he looked at the cargo starship door that was gradually closing, a malicious sneer forming in his heart—

Could there be any clever little things hiding inside the cargo hold who didn't come out?

Hahahaha, that would be truly unfortunate!

Thinking this, he connected to the pilot of that cargo starship and said:

"Pay attention, there might still be little mice hiding in the cargo hold."

"Don't directly engage positive pressure; just shut down the temperature control system little by little—"

"Yes, yes, just like before."

"Someone calling for help? Who cares? They must be spies trying to infiltrate!"

Having said that, the squad leader tucked his communicator into his belt, turned around with a flourish, and followed the soldiers of his squad into the interior of the fortification.

...

At this moment, Tianjin Seat V89.22,

inside a large setting point space station.

This star cluster—that's right, the final annihilation battle of V89 in Tianjin Seat—was breaking out right here.

"Group A, push forward! Groups B and C, alternating cover!"

"Suppressive fire! Suppressive fire!"

"The refrigerator is coming up! Cover! Cover! Infantry, coordinate the attack!"

"Thermobaric weapons ready—"

A small batch of aliens had occupied this space station, which was suspected to be a relic from the Third Epoch.

They were attempting to use the complex routes and sturdy structure inside to hold out against the First Mobile Fleet Marine Corps that was attacking.

Oran, considering the actual situation, decided to split the forces into two to launch a fierce attack, with one side landing and breaking through from the front.

And the other side would be handled by their newly formed special operations team.

They would carry electronic warfare components to infiltrate the central control room of the space station—

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"

Just as the combat team responsible for the frontal breakthrough was making unstoppable progress, a buzzing sound suddenly rang out throughout the space station.

Immediately, all the alarm lights went off.

Three seconds later, the alarms vanished.

Those automatic weapon components that had originally been assisting the aliens in defending their positions directly turned on them, shifting their barrels to fire at the aliens.

That's right, the space station had "mutinied."

Soon, the last alien was cleared out, and Celius, leading the infiltration team, stepped over the countless alien corpses on the ground and walked out from the interior.

"Celius, well done. Thanks to you all."

Oran's voice rang out in the headset, and Celius nodded and replied:

"It's nothing, just a minor effort."

"I should be thanking you for allowing me to form this experimental unit."

Oran laughed a few times on the other end.

"No, you shouldn't thank me; you should thank Lord Chusiro."

"He specifically emphasized at the Legion high-level meeting that every person in the Legion should be able to maximize their talents."

"I just…"

Suddenly, halfway through, the voice on the headset stopped.

It seemed to be a particularly loud communication alert sound.

Subsequently, in less than five seconds, Oran's voice returned.

But this time, his voice was much more serious, as if he had suddenly received some very urgent news—

"Celius! Your special operations formation has 350 people in total. How many can participate in a large-scale infiltration operation right now?"

"They need to be able to depart right now!"

"Hurry!"

Celius felt a jolt in his heart upon hearing this tone—

This tone definitely meant something big had happened!

"Report! A total of 200 people are in a state of mobilization at all times!"

"Good!!!" Oran replied immediately, his speaking speed as fast as if it were flying—

"There is a major mission concerning the entire Tianjin Seat V89!"

"This matter can only be handled by you! Hurry! Quickly mobilize your team members; I am scheduling a Warship for you now!"

"Listen, they have three minutes to assemble."

"You will need nearly 40 minutes of void travel to get from here to the mission location. The specific mission details will be explained to you in detail on the way!"

"Now! Immediately! Prepare to depart!"

"Yes!!!"