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Five hours later, the galaxy [delete], the first [delete] planetary high orbit...

Chara's field ship is entering the space port of the space station.

In front of the airlock on the ship, Shaya and his entourage Lala are waiting for the completion of the entry procedure.

"Do I still want to call you Shaya now?" Lala asked.

"No need, after taking off my mask, I am just a trivial field operator." Xia Ya shook her head, "Old rule, call me number 522."

"As you wish, Agent 522."

522 nodded. At this time, the procedure for port was over, and the air gate in front of him opened upwards.

Universe Port has no normal busy scenes. Only a few field ships are parked in the huge port. A few staff are busy surrounding the field ships. A cargo ship is unloading the cargo, and the container is thrown out of the cargo warehouse one by one by one by the robotic arm, and then pulled into the unloading port on the side of the port by the traction beam.

"It's still so depressing." Lala whispered to herself.

After hearing this, 522 said: "This place is not a commercial center, but it is not normal for the crowds to be heard. Maybe some bloody disaster will happen."

"Why is the buzzing sound associated with a bloody disaster?"

"Yes, why?" 522 looked thoughtful, "I said this unconsciously, which means that these two are related in my subconscious, but I can't think of where to connect. As expected, the person doesn't understand the most is himself."

Lala just looked at 522's back and did not answer.

The two of them kept floating like this, and finally drifted directly into the gravity zone and landed steadily. The Pique standing near the boundary of the gravity zone holding a pda gave a thumbs up: "Beautiful landing. Agent No. 522 and one of the followers entered to confirm. Boss was waiting."

522 nodded and walked into the gravity zone, Lala followed him, bowing slightly when passing by Pique.

"The Piques are very petty," Lala told 522 after leaving the Piques far enough. "It's better to be polite to them."

"So didn't you do it, that's enough." 522 said without looking back.

The two walked through the long corridor and boarded the rail transit boat in the space station waiting at the end of the corridor.

In general public space stations, for security reasons, transmission is disabled otherwise, people with transmission permissions can enter anywhere in the space station at will and abduct anyone unknown. If this happens, the public using the space station will be very uneasy. Of course, the owner of the space station will definitely not be stingy with the use of the transmission system when necessary, but on the surface, it still has to show that the transmission is disabled.

But this space station is not a large public space station. However, people cannot be teleported, and 522 cannot directly enter the office of Boss's office with just one transmission.

Because there are only a few people in this space station who have the permission to use internal transmission, and others who want to move in the space station can only hike or take tools honestly.

The rail transit boat runs rapidly along the track and passes through the ecological cylinder of the space station. When it approaches the end of the cylinder, it leaves the track near the central axis of the ecological cylinder and falls towards the bulkhead, that is, the ground.

Finally, the traffic boat stopped in front of a three-story building.

522 got off the traffic boat and walked straight towards the house.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a terriblely large hall with luxurious chandeliers hanging from the ceiling of the hall, and a holographic portrait of the owner of the house is hanging directly opposite the door.

522 He didn't even look at the portrait. He walked directly through the hall and entered the passage leading to the study room. After a moment, he knocked on the door of the study room.

The door quietly contracted into the wall, and the entrance of the study opened.

Just behind the desk facing the door, the huge swivel chair is facing the door. You can't see the person sitting on it, but you can see Miaomiao Qingyan slowly rising in the backlight from the window.

"Congratulations on completing the task again," Boss' voice came from the direction of the chair, "although the way we completed it was a little different from what we expected."

"Black cats and white cats can catch mice and are good cats."

"That's right, so I congratulate you, not kill you." Boss' voice was very stable. "The organization was very satisfied with your performance. Of course, this is the statement on the scene. Many people should have been planning to weaken my strength by allowing you to go independently from me."

"It sounds like a rotten smell of the Galaxy Parliament." 522 said.

"Of course. The organization itself is like the shadow of the parliament. Its original tastes, and the shadow cannot be avoided. By the way, two heirlooms of the Tullers have been stolen. What do you think about this?"

"Isn't it that Lin Youde stole it?"

"That's what I said to other big guys, but everyone is not stupid. 522. You have your purpose and I won't interfere. This is the agreement we reached, but you are asking me to take the blame for you now. All big guys believe that I took those two things away. I will take the blame for you first. You must know how to be grateful, do you know?"

"Thank you very much. I will go through fire and water to repay your kindness."

Boss snorted. Judging from this sound, he had no expectations for 522's gratitude.

522 cleared his throat: "So, what is my next task?"

"No mission, you need time to get your little secret, right, so I'll give you a holiday."

"I really don't need to go to Grego to give the Bora a little surprise?" 522 asked.

"It's very well-informed. It seems that I'm going to clean up my confidential staff. I don't have to worry about Greg's affairs, so naturally someone will go to trouble the Bola."

"Then, I'll say goodbye." 522 held his chest and bowed to Boss. The posture reminded people of the British butler in human culture.

Boss didn't reply, so 522 stepped back and left the room.

Lala did not act humble like he did, but just bowed to Boss, then turned around and left with his head raised.

After leaving, Lala said to 522: "I always feel that Boss takes the blame so easily, and there is no unspeakable purpose."

"Of course he has an unspeakable purpose. He is not a philanthropist. We are in the relationship between exploitation and being exploited. Everything means the exchange of interests. In the future, we will definitely pay him the compensation for the blame. Maybe we are already paying it, who knows. But that's fine. Use each other before turning against each other, and whoever uses it more thoroughly before turning against each other is the winner. I don't think I will lose."

"You can hear all these waves."

"Of course, it doesn't matter. What I just said should be our consensus. Boss and I are like-minded."

As he said that, Xia Ya opened her arms and sang a poke color at the camera and microphone that he was hiding somewhere.

**

In the study, the swivel chair slowly moved back from its window facing, and the transferee pressed the thick cigarette in his hand into the ashtray.

At this time, the bookcase next to the study started to move. A new room appeared behind the removed bookcase, and there was an anti-psychic barrier between the room and the study.

"You still open the barrier." Boss looked at the people in the room. "This thing is useless at all. When the other party has a powerful perception psychic, it is useless. When the other party only has an ordinary perception psychic, it is useful, but as long as the other party is not stupid, it will know that there is something hidden here."

"Since you have installed it, you have to use it naturally, otherwise wouldn't it be meaningful to install it specifically?"

One of the eight people in the room said this.

Then, eight people walked out of the room. Eight people came from several different races, all of them were female and all met the general criteria for judging the appearance of humanoid creatures in the Milky Way. In the eyes of most humanoid creatures, these eight people are very beautiful.

No matter whoever is going to see the eight people who appear here at this time as Boss's harem.

Although this view is not completely correct, it can be regarded as a way to describe the facts.

In Boss' own words, it is "I originally wanted only the 'Four Heavenly Kings' but God had to stuff me an 'Eight Star'."

"Is it okay to let him leave like this?" asked One of the Eight Stars.

"No problem, the script has been written anyway, and we will develop according to the script if we do nothing." Boss said.

Eight Star 2 ran to him, sat in his arms, and then stretched his waist and said, "I said, don't we go and see those kids."

"What's the best thing about a group of carefree kids?"

"Tsk, it's so ruthless."

Boss didn't say anything, but looked up at the ceiling. The holographic projection started as his eyes moved upwards, and a holographic image of a spacecraft appeared on the ceiling.

"Sometimes I really miss those days of adventure everywhere in the spacecraft, but those days have ended forever, just as people cannot always be teenagers."

"But I can stay young forever!" Eight Stars Two raised their hand and compared it with a V gesture.

"Yes, there is no solution to racial superiority."

"I want to kill you whenever you say that." said one of the eight stars.

Eight Stars 3 nodded immediately and agreed: "Yes, kill this big wave of monsters."

"It's really too much. There is clearly someone who lives longer than me and remains youthful."

The Eight Stars Four has an expression that is "related to my bird's business".

However, it really doesn't matter to her, because the beautiful girl in Boss's arms was the only girl in glasses among the eight.

"Although I won't get older, I will get bigger." said Eight Star Five.

At this time, Eight Stars Two changed the topic without warning: "Speaking of it, don't we try to modify the script? Maybe [now] can be changed."

"Impossible, it's still early, wait." Boss shook his head.

"I'm really looking forward to what happens after that time..." Eight Star II said, putting his hands on Boss' neck and squished his chest against Boss's sturdy chest, "Just as I'm looking forward to tonight!"

"You won the lottery?" Boss asked in surprise.

"Hey~" Eight Stars Two compared a V gesture, "I've won for a week!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!