"Then, this is the main plan. Let's implement it first. If it doesn't work like this, boss, you sign the extermination order, and an anti-star weapon will evaporate the Far East Paradise. Anyway, we can't suffer the losses of those little bastards. The worst is that we can

No, anyway, we can’t kill all the rebels just by researching a super device... Wuwu... don’t screw people’s faces..."

Hearing that the other party started to talk nonsense, I immediately went up to teach him... and educated him, and then suddenly thought of a small problem.

"Speaking of which, since Bonnie is a well-known intelligence dealer in Dongtian District, her belongings...you know, right, it's like a slum."

I thought of that dilapidated space station. Only half of the station had lights due to insufficient power. All the pipes were in disrepair and were patched everywhere. The control handle of the material loading and unloading bridge was broken and a mop was attached to it. The tactical core module

Because the equipment was broken and there was no need to replace it, their talented engineers built a waterproof bottom layer to raise the tortoise. Basically, every ventilation duct was used to dry clothes, and there was also a purely manual switching hatch...ah,

There is also the artificial gravity that is always uneven. It takes three or two years of effort to walk around the main road in that place without falling.

In a word, those happy scrap workers were almost on the verge of creating a miracle in the history of human spaceflight - "How a space station floated in orbit for decades after being fully patched."

Everyone knows that intelligence is the most profitable thing during a war. Intelligence dealers are never short of money. They charge per word for what they say and work for every second. How dare you issue a small piece of paper as wide as a finger.

The price of an apartment in the Third Ring Road is less than that. If Bonnie was really such a fierce intelligence dealer, she would have become a popular and popular person. She had the courage to abandon the bottom line of human morality and risk her life to betray both warring parties. After a war, she could completely renovate the space station.

Once again, at least the mop on the control handle of the material loading and unloading bridge must be replaced...

"That guy is just a naive fool," Lilina snorted. "Supposedly, privateers are a bunch of absolutely despicable guys. They lack strength but do the same risky job. They are all more shameless than pirates.

And she is insidious and cunning, but Bonnie is a freak, a freak who insists that she is the heir of aristocratic blood and refuses to lose her moral bottom line. If it hadn't been for offending her peers everywhere and being unable to do a lot of business, she would have become rich long ago.

...Hey, you innocent little girl, don't think about it, the noble and holy Priestess, I don't take human morality seriously...ah, it hurts..."

Don’t use your moral standards to measure the last good guy in the underworld! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation at ***(***.***),***,
Chapter completed!