Chapter 1815 Mao Mansion
After the communication, Marshal Ferragut sat blankly in his original seat for nearly half a minute before he got out of his previous emotions. He straightened his collar and looked out the window, where the sparkling waves of the Pacific Ocean came into view.
The marshal quickly realized that he was now sitting on his own luxury shuttle boat, sailing at a constant speed within the earth's atmosphere. You can take a shuttle boat with nine people, passing by at a low altitude of less than a hundred meters from the sea. The sun, the sea, the beach, the cactus, and the old captain on the fishing boat all entered Marshal Ferragu's field of vision one by one.
And the distant place where the sea and the sky meet is the seat of the Blue Star Community - the Eternal City.
If we ignore the imperial fleet that will soon surround the Earth-Moon Galaxy, the seat of the central government of the community, which is located in the largest ocean on Earth, will always have such an intoxicating sea view, and it will look like a tourist city.
Well, in another very normal world line, this chain of islands in the sea consisting of eight main islands is indeed one of the most famous tourist destinations in the world.
However, looking at the main island of the Eternal City getting closer and closer to him, Marshal Ferragu suddenly laughed out loud: "I remember what the young man said... The weather in the capital also reflects the weather in the country. Ours If the capital is so virtuous, what will the country look like in the future? ”
None of the drivers, adjutants, secretaries, and guards on the shuttle boat answered. Since he is a subordinate of the marshal, his emotional intelligence will naturally be above the average. Of course he knows when to answer and when to remain silent.
Marshal Ferragut pulled out a high-power smart telescope from the mezzanine of his seat and looked in the direction of the Eternal City.
His gaze quickly passed over the presidential palace located in the center of the main island, and then to a manor on Zan Island. It is a rather elegant imperial garden-style building. Although the area is not small, it does not look particularly luxurious purely from the appearance. It is on the same level as the surrounding luxury villas.
Indeed, in such a typical upper-class community, if the appearance of the villa is too ordinary, it would be a bit artificial and pretentious.
This manor happens to be located halfway up the mountain. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers. It happens to be the best location and the most beautiful scenery in this "tourist city". It may also have the best feng shui.
That was Mao Mansion, so it naturally became the destination of Marshal Ferragu's trip.
Mr. Mao Yuanzuo, who has served as Prime Minister for three terms and is now a lifelong member of the Blue Star Community, is his benefactor. When the former is called, of course he has to come.
He saw Mao Yuanzuo's old housekeeper. The elegant and decent old man was guarding the gate of the manor and welcoming guests. Whether it is his speech, behavior or business smile, he is meticulous, as if he would not be timid even in the imperial court.
Marshal Ferragut remembered that this old butler had served Mao Yuanzuo for almost fifty years, and he had known him for forty years. However, from the day I met him, he seemed to be wearing this impeccable business smile all the time, without any change.
At this time, the gray-haired housekeeper vaguely felt something, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the telescope. At this moment, Marshal Ferragu clearly felt that he and the other party were looking at each other, a look that was dozens of kilometers apart.
This was a very horrifying scene, but Marshal Ferragut just calmly put down his telescope, and the color in his eyes slowly changed from solemn to determined.
He took out the "Tiger Talisman" from under his rotten belly and checked the status of the weapon like a soldier about to embark on the battlefield. After making sure that every part was in good condition and usable, he started to check each bullet by taking out the magazine. The situation - the marshal who was a cook was certainly not of the Tiger Talisman Group. He didn't even go to a serious military school, but he still found someone to order one according to the original shape, and also inlaid gems on the ivory handle.
Master Paul Ferrara is such a vain person. Just because he is a cook, he always has to remind others that he is already the marshal of Titan's space fleet.
So, of course, he is now wearing a full military uniform, with a golden tassel for military rank, and there are so many medals on his chest that he can be used as a body armor, and he is glittering and jeweled.
In fact, the lining of his marshal's uniform was actually bullet-proof and stab-proof. The classical live ammunition gun imitating the Tiger Talisman is more like a collectible, and it can also kill people. As for the marshal's scepter that he carries with him, there is also a weight added to it, and it is even filled with lead.
Marshal Ferragut picked up the bejeweled Marshal's Scepter and felt the heavy texture. He was sure that it felt similar to the bone-chopping knife of the year. Then he patted the front seat and said to his guard captain: "You know what to do. .”
"Understood! Your Excellency!" The guard captain's voice was deep, suppressing a passionate and destructive emotion.
A few kilometers away from this shuttle boat, three ordinary passenger speed cars were mixed in the traffic entering the Eternal City and were also entering the city.
While the surveillance camera on the flying car was scanning the situation around the marshal's car, it continued to pay attention to everything around the Mao Mansion.
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Of course, neither the monitor nor the person being monitored probably knew that on the beach behind the mountains where this luxury villa complex was located, twin girls wearing diving power suits had already landed on the coast from here.
The outer edge of this beach is covered with dangerous jagged rocks, and there is also a warning network set up by municipal security guards. It is simply inaccessible to ordinary divers.
But for these twin girls, this little obstacle is not likely to cause trouble at all, and they even make them laugh. They are famous disciples who have received the highest level of psychic and combat training in the entire community since childhood. They are also people who have fought for the rest of their lives. Together, they can kill seven in and seven out of a fully armed marine division. .
More importantly, of course, they have even infiltrated the Enlightenment's archaeological ship. Are they still afraid of this little trick?
Of course, even if the third-generation core disciples of the Spirit Research Society, the twin girls codenamed "Gan Jiang" and "Mo Xie" want to continue sneaking into the Mao Mansion on the mountainside, they still need more clear information.
Ganjiang took out the terminal and opened a complete urban structure diagram: "The urban substructure of Lizan Island is here. The security is still tight, but there are still loopholes to exploit. The real trouble is that you still have to enter the range of Mao Mansion. Inside, the situation is completely different.”
Moye nodded and adjusted his terminal. As a result, one of the manors on the city map was enlarged several times, with red dots flashing.
Mo Xie said: "It is certain that there should be five psychics inside the Mao Mansion and 100 security personnel with military weapons. As for the strength of the housekeeper, he should not be weaker than you and me."
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Ganjiang said: "There are also those robots. Blue-label robots cannot be detected using psychic perception. Master said that the most difficult opponents of psykers are not psykers, but robots."
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She then saw her sister take out a hand-sized mechanical prop that looked like a flashlight.
"Blue Label Robot's information denial terminal?"
"As long as the password is correct, you can close them directly. Of course, this is just in case."
"Blue Label Company will actually hand over this thing!"
"After all, they have already evacuated to New China. If it weren't for our People's Federation to build the bridge, wouldn't it be difficult to find a new factory?"
In fact, before the empire launched a surprise attack on Cherk, the main research departments and factory facilities of the People's Federation in the Terra sector were already moving to New China, including the Red Star Design Institute, Falkong Flight Design Institute, and Quark Power. Factories and so on.
All this relocation work was only started after learning that the cabinet had rejected the proposal to seize the Chiello Fortress. Of course, People's Alliance's actions are very cautious, but it will inevitably alarm its friends and businessmen, especially companies that have many cooperation projects with People's Alliance Industry.
For example, the Blue Label Industrial Group's contribution in this war was second only to the People's Federation.
As we all know, Blue Label's current flagship product is of course the Blue Label series of combat robots that are active in major battlefields. They are inverse research on those gray fog omni-devices that were originally developed for the Navy Festival, but the reason why they were able to produce results so quickly is also due to the huge database and verification and deduction capabilities of the Red Star Design Institute, a subsidiary of the People's Federation.
As the two companies have various cooperation projects in military projects, the relationship is of course getting closer. Under such circumstances, it is quite reasonable for Blue Label Group to have several more directors with connections or even Pioneer Party backgrounds.
Therefore, it is not surprising at all that the disciples of the Spiritual Research Society got some backend equipment from Blue Label Company.
"However, we must first make sure that the password is correct. Moreover, since it is a security robot from Maofu, it should have been safely processed when it was purchased." Gan Jiang said.
Moye nodded: "Yes, everything is just a precaution. When the critical moment comes, you still have to rely on this."
The seemingly harmless high school girl patted the lightsaber and special pistol hanging on her belt, filled with murderous intent. Her sister nodded in agreement.
"Yes, this is always the most reliable."
General Mo Xie felt that it was reasonable for a disciple of the Spirit Research Society not to be good at sneaking, but as long as he was good at killing all the enemies he saw, he would not be living up to his sect's inheritance of courage.
Of course, whether they use a background device to shut down the security robot in the mansion, or go in directly, the noise is too great, which goes against their original intention of infiltrating this place.
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"I hope the secret door in the back garden that classmate Mao Lingning told us about is true."
"She won't lie to us. She is indeed the kind of person who would sneak out and play by herself."
Mentioning that classmate, the twin girls inevitably showed apologetic expressions.
"We actually got information from simple classmates? Isn't this the ugliness of growing up?"
"It's not our fault, it's obviously the order from Senior Brother. We didn't evacuate the Earth, but we were already preparing to do ugly things."
"Indeed, it's all Senior Brother's fault. By the way, where is he now?"
"He is where the president is. He has more important things to do."
"So where is the president?"
"I don't know. Quantum state."
The twin girls exchanged meaningful and meaningless information with words, but like agile cheetahs, they silently passed over the beach and disappeared into the mountains and jungles behind the Lizan area.
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Twenty minutes later, Marshal Ferragut walked into Mr. Mao's manor with his secretary and bodyguards.
Of course, this was not the first time he visited his benefactor. Of course, he still knew the rules and directly ordered the adjutants and guards to stay outside the door.
The housekeeper of Mao Mansion was very grateful to the marshal for his "general knowledge", and of course he would not ask the latter to remove his gun and staff.
After all, weapons can already be considered part of the military. Even the Emperor of the Galactic Empire did not ask them to hand over their swords when they met with their marshals, and for an elected politician from a mere community, this shouldn't be such a big deal.
Marshal Ferragut must admit that although he was promoted by Mr. Mao, he is not an arrogant person. Most of the time, he is a loyal and kind elder.
In comparison, Mr. Mao's nephew, Mr. Hierro, the current Vice President, is still not very good at practicing in this area.
The marshal saw Mr. Hierro at the gate. He thought reservedly and nodded, just as a greeting, and then asked: "Paul, how long can our fleet resist the imperial army?"
The vice president's words were too casual and even a little frivolous, as if he was greeting a familiar old man. However, Marshal Ferragut, who was already familiar with this young man's habits, expressed that he was emotionally stable and was not prepared to meet a delusional person.
He was just about to talk about some specific defense issues, but the latter shook his head and said: "Well, now we don't even have a fleet, not at all. Wow hahaha! But we are really working hard as if we can really Even the Dragon King of the empire would be moved by such a heroic struggle.”
Marshal Ferragut pressed the marshal's staff and said with a serious smile: "Vice President, I am a soldier, so I can only do my duty. I must obey the orders of the Presidential Palace."
"What a good soldier." Vice President Hierro patted the marshal hard on the shoulder. He probably thought he had told a great joke, so he walked away with a laugh that would make normal people uncomfortable.
Mr. Vice President may think that his current actions are very cool, but in fact, he is just like a crazy critic.
However, we must know that whether it is good manners, whether it is good expression management, whether it is good voice and smile, in the end, it is ourselves who have the final say.
Of course, Marshal Ferragu, who was broad-minded and fat, still swore to the spirit of the universe that he would definitely not be interested in him, but he still felt that although Vice President Hierro had the appearance of a personable political elite in public, Face, but compared with Mr. Mao in concentration, there is indeed a clear gap!
"The Vice President has been under a lot of pressure these past two days." Prime Minister Konoe Taylor told Marshal Ferragu.
The skinny Prime Minister is now like a ghost, floating silently from the side, and his voice also has an ethereal flavor.
Marshal Ferragut stroked his marshal's staff, thinking that it was fortunate that old Paul had been a cook and was well-informed, otherwise he would have been thrown away with a stick.
Well, since the outbreak of the war, the Prime Minister has become less and less important, but his figure has also become visibly thinner, and his energy has become more and more sluggish. The chief executive of the Blue Star Community is like a withered bamboo pole, feeling that it will quickly grow strong and burn as long as he is close to the fireplace.
However, what made the Marshal a little curious was that although the Prime Minister was still indifferent at this time, his mental state was uncharacteristically high.
Looking at the lively look, those who didn't know thought it was the Earth's fleet approaching Tianyu City.