Above the ruined planet, the huge and incompetent mothership is slowly operating, maintaining a constant speed cruise with precise low-Earth orbit. This orbit happens to be outside the planet's gravitational circle and can provide airborne support at any time. It is one of the orbits determined from the beginning.

As a strategic-level weapon of the cosmic mercenary, the mothership undertakes almost all the support tasks, which is really important. Whether it is early attack, mid-stage exploration, or even late evacuation, the mothership needs the cooperation. Otherwise, if an accident occurs, all mercenaries entering the ruins will not be able to leave this place alive.

This is the retreat of cosmic mercenaries, and no one will ignore it.

But no one knew that the condition of the mothership was not very good at this moment. Most mercenaries had descended, and there were very few mercenaries left behind in the mothership, which made the mothership enter a "terrible" vacuum for the first time since its birth.

In the bridge, the captain in a white uniform sat in his seat, leaning on his chin with one hand, his eyes flashing endlessly.

Somewhat uneasy...

Two hours have passed since the dead old man descended with his direct team. The specific combat information has not been sent back to the mothership. No one knows the situation below, but only knows that the mercenaries have entered the ruins and fought with the enemy, and both sides have suffered shocking losses. He even saw the list of dead people who were shot out one by one.

Those names are not ordinary people... Any one of them is amazing guys below the fourth world. He is more likely to be a part of the hero in the fifth and sixth worlds. Now only one name is left behind. It is as insignificant as code names. Looking at these names, the captain only felt his eyelids twitching and fear surged.

What a huge loss. Since the establishment of the universe mercenaries, there have been so many years of not encountering such losses except for large-scale wars? Meteor-level, comet-level mercenaries died like cheap prostitutes. The only ones left are these code names. This is simply a nightmare.

But it was not this what made the captain most uneasy, but his mothership lacked the protection of cosmic mercenaries for the first time. The main warrior in the mothership was no longer...

God knows that this situation has experienced several times since the mothership appeared, but in the captain's memory, it has not been once!

The human mothership is the most important strategic-level material. So from its appearance, it is under the strict protection of human beings every moment. The cosmic mercenaries regard it as an important astral stronghold. Warriors are sent to stay for many years. At any time, the mothership must have at least one meteorite-level mercenary in charge, and dozens of comet-level mercenaries are moved. The mothership has a mission system of the Mercenary Guild, and it is no problem to maintain the daily work of the mercenary. The key lies in the existence of mercenaries.

This is the era of space warriors. With mercenaries, it means safety. Without them, even if this mothership is a masterpiece of human civilization, the captain still feels that something is missing in his heart.

Of course, the mercenaries did not leave completely. Several people were still left to serve as defense work, but who were these people?

The intern level entourage, the meteor warrior. Too bad, there is not even a comet-level strongman. The strongest one is a meteorite, but this guy is undergoing a key evolution. It is like a fantasy to rely on his protection.

So the captain was very uneasy at this moment. But he had no choice. The old man's decision was far from something he could resist. Moreover, the mercenaries were fighting to the death below, and no matter how many ideas he had, he would not dare to show it.

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Unfortunately, this time he miscalculated. Because not only wasn't shocked by his shout, Mark turned his head and looked at him strangely. He then said softly after a while.

"I only now know why Lord Huck has no good feelings for you. It is really difficult to communicate with a stubborn and stubborn person as stubborn as you. It's ridiculous that I thought I could change you."

As he said that, he never looked at the captain again, but instead bent down to salute the meteorite warrior next to him and said respectfully. "I'm sorry, I've disappointed you. Since that's the case, please take action."

The next moment, the captain saw the meteorite-level powerful man smiled slightly, suddenly raised his finger and popped up a ray of light at himself.
Chapter completed!