Chapter 51 Secret Hunting Order
The middle-aged man from DRSD quickly finished explaining his reasoning and opinions.
Marquis Ascania did not speak directly. His fingers tapped the table again and again with a certain rhythm.
The sound was not loud, but it still made the middle-aged man from DRSD feel his heart beat.
Although the Star Dragon Empire’s Defense Intelligence and Security Department, as the highest agency in the empire that oversees all intelligence agencies, has direct access to ‘Tian Ting’.
Among the subordinate intelligence agencies, there is even the Ministry of Internal Affairs that specializes in targeting domestic nobles.
This makes most ordinary nobles have a natural fear of these intelligence agencies, especially the Ministry of Internal Affairs, fearing that one day they will be visited by these agents while sleeping well at home.
But even so, at the level of the Marquis of Ascania, whether it is the Ministry of Internal Affairs or the higher DRSD, they need to weigh their weight.
The other party is not only a powerful person, but also a popular person in front of the Regent.
So now, the man from DRSD did not say anything, but waited respectfully and patiently for the Marquis to speak.
"I only have one question."
The Marquis tapped his finger on the table and stopped. He raised his head and stared at the middle-aged man in front of him with deep eyes.
“How credible is your analysis?”
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man was about to answer when he heard the Marquis of Ascania continue:
“The reason why you DRSD came to find me, and I know it is just to use this information, let me send units on the ground to find this so-called ‘defected’ spy, and then ‘by the way’ let the troops assist you. Complete the task that should have been completed by the 'Mongoose'."
Marquis Ascania raised his right hand and hooked his fingers to his side. The tactical staff member standing quietly beside him immediately pulled out an electronic ink screen that was about the same size as paper from the folder and handed it to him.
The Marquis took the piece of 'paper' decorated with complicated patterns on the edge, turned it over casually, and continued:
"I do have the ability to use the area you gave me. Troops to be dispatched."
"But why should I send my ground troops over based on a report that is more speculative than analysis?"
"Give me a reason I can't refuse? .”
The Marquis of Ascania folded his hands in front of his nose.
At this time, the middle-aged man from DRSD also knew that this matter was serious.
He stood up again and was about to say something.
But after seeing the tactical staff standing quietly beside the Marquis, he hesitated to speak.
Seeing his expression, Marquis Ascania raised his eyebrows.
"Raphael, please step back first."
"Yes, my lord."
Tactical Staff Colonel Raphael bowed slightly, then turned and left, and gave this meeting The room has turned on the 'black box mode' to prevent leaks.
More than ten minutes later, Colonel Raphael stood at the door of the conference room and saw the middle-aged man from DRSD, and he diligently sent the Marquis of Ascania out.
It is easy to see from the expression on his face that the Marquis has probably agreed to his request.
"What is it that can convince the Marquis?"
A doubt flashed in Colonel Raphael's heart, but he quickly buried it in his heart.
He knew that this kind of thing was no longer something that a young colonel like himself could focus on.
Soon, Raphael followed Marquis Ascania and walked towards the bridge again.
"Raphael" the Marquis walking in front spoke, his voice still so calm.
"The person from DRSD will send you the approximate area. You and your team will make new arrangements based on the location of this area and the situation of surrounding troops."
The Marquis walked slowly inside the ship. In the corridor, the armor plate on the left bulkhead had been retracted. Through the huge porthole on the bulkhead, he could see a large number of battleships surrounding the 'Sword of Dawn'.
And the planet in the distance. After secret conversations with intelligence personnel, the meaning of this ordinary border agricultural planet has become different in his eyes.
“Yes, Lord Marquis, what is the tactical goal?”
"The first goal is naturally to recapture the key to the space elevator, and the second is to assist the DRSD people to complete one of their secret missions. On this basis, if you encounter the defecting spy, kill him."
The Marquis of Ascania stopped and stood beside the huge floor-to-ceiling porthole.
“Find a team with a higher authority level and higher reliability. The confidentiality level of DRSD’s mission this time is very high. It is easy for ordinary teams to leak secrets. I remember that Viscount Ankarin’s Blood Dragon Group seems to be in this war zone. Right? You can let them carry out it. "
"I will follow your will."
Amber, who is currently on the Robert 4, does not know that there is a person on the edge of the distant galaxy. Confederate naval officers are observing a moment of silence for themselves.
What he didn't even know was that there was a group of people in the Imperial fleet above him who were planning to cause trouble for him.
He is currently sitting on the roof of a 'Mongoose 4' wheeled armored vehicle, enjoying the rare quiet time in the evening breeze.
A gust of fragrant wind came from the side, carrying the monotonous fragrance of military shampoo.
Then there was a weight on my shoulders.
Amber turned her head slightly and saw that Isabel had fallen asleep in the evening breeze, and her head accidentally rested on her shoulder.
The two of them really haven't had much rest since they escaped from Yassin Base.
Even after the battle in the village, the convoy was running peacefully, only taking time to take a nap for a few minutes.
Even Amber started drinking military energy drinks, let alone Isabel, the female spy.
"Intentionally or accidentally?"
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The female spy did not respond to Amber's teasing, but her breathing became more even.
What is this called? Stockholm Syndrome?
Amber couldn't help but curl her lips, this woman was becoming less and less defensive towards him now.
Originally, this female imperial spy just walked next to him, preparing to take this opportunity to discuss the follow-up plan.
After all, their current primary goal is to find a way to contact Isabel's elf friends, and then find a way to escape from Robert IV and join the elf ship.
But when they actually thought about it, the two found that the execution difficulty of this plan was still a bit too high.
Let’s not talk about how to contact Isabel’s elf friend without high-power communication equipment.
Even if the contact is made, how can one escape from Robert IV, a planet in flames of war?
Currently the only way Amber can think of is the locked space elevator on the equator.
But if you delve a little deeper into the details, you will find that this plan is also full of loopholes.
"Forget it, just take it one step at a time."
Just when Amber was about to continue blowing the evening breeze, she saw the communication soldier suddenly coming from the communication relay vehicle in the distance. The tail hatch jumped out of the car and ran in the direction of where he was.
Judging from the expression after lifting up the tactical visor, he must have received some urgent message.
"The rest time is about to end before it even begins."
Amber shook her head, then reached out and pinched Isabel's face next to her.
"Miss, wake up~"
(End of this chapter)