The scene that shocked Speaker Ross did not last long.

But just after Speaker Dus finished saying that, the picture suddenly disappeared.

"What's behind?"

Speaker Ross, whose face was slightly distorted, also changed his voice.

"there is none left."

"It should be the leader in the blood pool."

"At that time, I recorded the pictures just now by invading Speaker Dus's smart watch."

"I don't know if Speaker Does noticed the abnormality or something else, the connection I made invasion suddenly broke."

"I was also shocked at that time. Later, after calming down, I didn't dare to invade the first-level network of Star Hunting again."

Pacrete responded quickly.

Next, there is a long period of silence.

About a few minutes later, Speaker Ross, who had at least calmed down his expression, looked at Parkrit and asked solemnly: "Who else knows about this."

Shaking his head, Pacrete said: "There is no one else. I have been thinking about it for a long time and don't know who to tell or who to believe. You have been in Parliament with Speaker Dus who has the biggest conflict with Speaker Dus on different issues, so I'd rather choose to tell you this information."

"very good."

"If you stay there, I'll send someone to pick you up right away."

“We don’t have much time left for us, and we have to make a decision right away.”

Speaking of this, Speaker Ross stretched out his hand.

The three-dimensional projection image disappeared, and Parker let out a long sigh and then sat down.

This incident was not just a stone that was pressing on his heart, but a poisonous blade that was placed in his heart.

Although he is the most famous and upright observer in the "Hidden Galaxy" and has been detained for reporting on the bad deeds of several members of parliament, Parkinte realized that he really couldn't do anything when he encountered such a major or even terrifying thing.

The scenes just now were exposed in the form of live broadcast. Pacret was sure that he would be directly banned by the intelligent system after he could not say a few words, and then an official explanation was immediately made that those were just lies.

It is clear to the dark side of the media, and Parkert is more clear than more people.

But he did nothing and watched tomorrow's "Blood Festival Day" no longer just killing some other creatures to sacrifice blood to ancestors, but instead use the lives of countless tribes to save blood, which Pacrete could not do.

Now that Speaker Ross is extremely prestigious in parliament, now that he has transferred the problem to him, Pacret feels at least at ease.

As for how Speaker Ross will react, it is no longer something that Parkrit can interfere. All he has to do now is pray that Speaker Ross can solve everything peacefully.

No matter how bad it is, it is the best result to just ignite the war on the hunting star, even if Pacrete thinks this is unlikely.

Pakrit, who was in deep thought, did not notice that in the ventilation duct above his head, a worm about the thickness of his hair and the length of his finger suddenly crawled in along the fence.

The slender worm was black all over. After crawling out of the ventilation duct, its body arched high from the middle section, and dozens of feet bounced violently, but it fell silently on Pacrete's shoulder.

He didn't feel the squirming foot, but Pacrete seemed to feel something.

He looked down at the work platform in front of him, but the light screen, which was still working just now, was turned off.

The professional quality led to Pacrete's sensitivity. His expression frightened and then turned his hand to look at his wrist.

The smart watch flashed with a faint red light warning, and the icons without signals on the narrow screen kept flashing.

His face suddenly changed, and immediately Pacret, who thought of something, suddenly stood up.

However, before he could turn his head and look at the floor-to-ceiling window behind him, the worm bounced up again and drilled into his ear hole.

I felt a pain in my ears. Before I could reach out to cover it with my hand, I fell down like a wooden stake.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window, a miniature aircraft was floating quietly.

After Patrick fell, the aircraft turned around and quickly disappeared into the night.

Cars come and go in the night sky, and every "Sarnaga" people are preparing for tomorrow's "Blood Festival Day".

No one knows what Pacret has experienced, just as few people know what will happen tomorrow's "Blood Festival Day".

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"Fleet renovation? All staff are on holiday?"

"Yes, the notice just released from above."

"You heard it right, the Blood Festival is available every year, and there is no holiday for everyone in the year?"

The only fleet of the "Hidden Galaxy" was bored and went to go and became excited because a crew member who had just entered was excited.

"All warships and spacecraft are routinely maintained and repaired. All crew members gather according to their locations. We will arrange for transport ships to take you out of the fleet."

"This maintenance is done by the intelligent brain and the mechanical body, so we will not leave any crew member on the ship."

"Repeated notice, all warships in the fleet and spacecraft are routinely maintained and repaired..."

At this moment, the soft voice of the intelligent brain sounded in the ears of the crew.

Although some people could not understand such unprecedented orders, the crew members were excited to pack up their personal belongings and began to gather according to their location.

At the same time, over the "semi-mechanical body production center" of several planetary companions in the "hidden galaxy", the overwhelming "semi-mechanical life bodies" received the instructions and flew back.

These "mechanical life forms" are not like the "pets" necessary for the daily life of the "Sarnaga" people, but they are all combat units.

Only a short time left, almost all combat "mechanical life forms" were gathered, gathered or imprisoned.

"All members of the fleet are on holiday? No one is left?"

"I want to know, whose decision is this?"

"What? Speaker Ross?"

"I will contact Speaker Ross right away, and I'm going to ask him what he wants to do?"

After ending the video call with the fleet commander in anger, Speaker Mog called out Speaker Ross's private interval communication number and was about to send a communication connection request.

With a "puff", a sharp blade penetrated hard along the top of Speaker Mog's head.

The sharp blade, half-armed, almost all stabbed into his head, and Speaker Mog, whose body was twitching violently, rolled his eyes and fell onto the chair.

At this time, the Speaker's assistant walked in front of him.

At least he lowered his face with a very beautiful aesthetic view of the "Sarnaga" people. The assistant looked at the speaker who was still spasming and twitching, but said with a smile: "It's time for the Sarnaga to make changes. In order to avoid more bloody conflicts, it's time for you old stubborn people to die."

After saying that, the assistant reached out and pulled out the sharp blade, turned around and walked outside.

In the office outside, there were still some people waiting for her to deal with it.

The assistant also knew that on this night, there must be more people doing the same thing as her.

And these people must be like her, firmly believe that under the leadership of the "leader", under the leadership of Ross and Speaker Dus and others, the "Sarnaga" will surely regain its glory.
Chapter completed!