208: I'm determined to make the consortium take off!

"Quick! Quick! Quick!"

Inside the B-4 area, Special Operations Team Members were aiming their guns in alert while urging the slowly moving researchers—

Reinforcements from the First Mobile Fleet had cleared all external threats here and had set up a docking Bridge at the space station's shell.

That's right, there were no proper Warships in this small facility. Inside its Starport, there were only a few pitifully small Boarding Craft.

With almost no effort at all, hundreds of flying Vitas A-021s and mistrals had eliminated all resistance capabilities of this space station.

So much so that now, the eternal storm that landed first had blatantly driven to the outskirts of the B-2 storage area.

Under the escort of hundreds of Warships, it directly set up a long docking Bridge, linking the ship's cabin to the space station's airlock;

And another new constantine the great had headed towards the landing area of Zone A; it was there to pick up those thousand-plus old professors.

However, just as boarding at A-3 was about to conclude, Celius and three other Special Operations Team Members walked back with two hundred-plus people.

Celius, who was in the lead, had a face full of fury—his helmet had been damaged in the crossfire,

But if the other three Special Operations Team Members had taken off their helmets right now, their expressions would surely have been highly consistent.

Just a moment ago, the computer in the central control room wouldn't turn on, and on top of that, Celius had received a transmission from Group D saying that over three hundred people were still missing,

So, after a brief moment of thought, Celius immediately made a decision:

Feed two Thermobaric Bombs to this computer that refused to turn on, and then go search for the three hundred missing people.

Who knew that just as the bombs were installed, the computer finished booting up and also linked and started the space station's structural diagram.

Instantly, the difficulty of finding people dropped several notches.

night lamp coordinated with the computer's control system and quickly found where the missing three hundred people had been taken,

and even conveniently hacked the automatic defense system over there.

(Of course, those Thermobaric Bombs still went off, it was just changed from remote control to a timer.)

The process of the operation, to be honest, wasn't actually difficult—or rather, they didn't encounter any decent resistance at all.

Except for two unlucky guys who happened to be hit by a super-heavy anti-materiel weapon while covering the rear, turning into fragments that couldn't even be put together by a super-assembler,

the others didn't even get injured.

However, this rescue mission still made them furious—

Those three hundred-plus precious researchers and intellectuals,

they were locked in individual small rooms, subjected to abuse,

some were ripped and bleeding, some were already on their last breaths,

Every time Celius and his men kicked open a locked door, their fury grew even greater—

Humans, people, crowds... that would be one thing, but there were even aliens!

Why were there aliens here!

Immediately, the six Special Operations Team Members were enraged—

This kind of scene could not be solved with rifles!

Draw your swords!

They immediately drew the Chainswords at their waists, gave them a swing, started them up, and hacked their way through—

F***ing aliens!

All these f***ing heretics!

I'm f***ing hacking, hacking, hacking, hacking, hacking!!!

Some of the rescued researchers, upon confirming that these soldiers were here to save them, some collapsed on the floor and cried, while others stared silently at the floor.

Of course, a portion of them, after putting on clothes, picked up the guns that The Consortium soldiers had casually thrown on the ground and joined the ranks of door-kickers.

In total, only two hundred-plus people were rescued alive.

These two hundred-plus people, after excluding those who were sluggish, crying non-stop, or mentally damaged,

only a little over a hundred people remained who were mentally normal and capable of communication.

After arriving at the landing position, Celius first walked to the entrance of the docking Bridge.

He took a look at the B-group squad leader who was saluting, patted his shoulder, and said:

"They are in your hands."

"I have an urgent matter to find the fleet Commander now."

After saying that, he strode inside.

...

...

"Special Operations Squad Captain, Celius, reporting to you!"

The flagship of the First Mobile Fleet, the southern cross Marshal-class · Everlight, Bridge.

Celius walked to Oran's side, raised his right hand to strike his chest plate heavily, and reported loudly.

Oran nodded slightly to signal him and asked:

"Celius, you're here."

"The mission was completed very well—do you have something you need me for?"

Celius nodded and said without hesitation:

"I request to launch an unrestricted self-defense counterattack against The Consortium."

"Give me one FG300, one is enough!"

"I want to take my team members and go drag that idiot Governor out!"

"I want to ask him! Who! Gave him the courage!"

Looking at Celius, who was getting more and more agitated as he spoke, Oran stepped back a few steps, placed his hands in front of him, and persuaded:

"Celius, calm down first. Do you know what such behavior represents?"

"If you are not careful, you will cause huge trouble."

"So, slow down first. Your proposal is pending, okay?"

Celius and Oran looked at each other for two or three seconds, then sighed softly and said:

"I thought about it, I was indeed agitated."

"So wait for me to calm down—"

(Deep breath—deep breath—)

"Okay, I've calmed down."

Then, Celius still stared at Oran with a serious face and said word by word:

"However, I still have decided to launch an unrestricted revenge against The Consortium—"

"If you think this will bring trouble to you, I will do this in my personal name."

"My team members will disfigure themselves and treat their wounds before departure, and will not use anything related to our side..."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, where are you going with this?"

Hearing Julius becoming more and more outrageous, Oran hurriedly interrupted him,

"Forget it, I can't persuade you either. You should talk to Lord Chusiro—"

"If he doesn't object, I will send you over."

Seeing Oran bring up Xi Hai, Celius couldn't say anything more.

So he nodded and said:

"Okay, you contact Lord Chusiro first, I will try my best to convince him."

...

At this time, Xi Hai, who was at Tianjin Seat, was waiting anxiously.

Suddenly, his personal communicator rang—

He picked it up and looked, it was Oran?

It was Oran!

The First Mobile Fleet he led was the main force he arranged to save people!

So, Xi Hai picked it up directly, connected, and asked without a moment of hesitation:

"How is it? Oran, those scholars... were they saved?"

A positive answer came from the other side:

"Most of them were saved, but there were also losses—"

"The statistics are not finished yet, so we don't know the actual death toll yet,"

"It is estimated to be in the range of five hundred to one thousand."

"How many???"

"Five hundred! To one thousand!!!"

Hearing this exaggerated number, Xi Hai only felt his brain "boom" and explode.

This number... in his previous life, that was about how many teachers were in one of his universities!

Just in a short hour! So many evaporated!

F***ing The Consortium!!!

Xi Hai was almost twisted with heartache—

Although he knew that not every one of these deceased scholars was necessarily a teacher or professor,

there must have been apprentices, students, and even family members among them.

But thinking bigger, such a big change might even affect thousands of research groups! Or even the difficulty of recruiting people later!

Good, good, good...

For a moment, Xi Hai wanted to disregard everything and kill The Consortium first—

Although this thought just appeared, it startled himself.

At this moment, Oran suddenly said on the other side:

"By the way, Lord Chusiro, it's like this now,"

"Our Special Operations Team Captain has something he wants to say to you—"

"He applies to launch an unrestricted counterattack against The Consortium."

Immediately, the voice on the other side changed.

He said:

"Lord Chusiro, First Mobile Fleet Special Operations Team Captain, Celius, reporting to you!"

"I think—there are a few videos I must show you!"

Subsequently, a video was sent over—that was the footage from a combat recorder.

Yes, it was the full recording of the action recorder when Celius was rescuing the last three hundred-plus people.

Xi Hai only watched half of it before heavily smashing the table—

"F***! Too bullying!!!"

What is this?

The important talents he coaxed, invited, and valued so much,

were used like * * *?

He felt that The Consortium really didn't need to exist anymore—

Even if the Empire's offensive this time didn't finish it off, then he, Xi Hai, must find an opportunity later to wipe it out!

So, he said directly into the communicator:

"I unconditionally support the unrestricted counterattack against The Consortium,"

"Immediately come up with a feasible plan! This time, don't just fire one shot at that Marshal—"

"That would be sorry to the entire Tianjin Seat V89!!!"