Him and their stars.

Chapter 1815 Mao Mansion

After the communication, Marshal Ferragu sat in his original seat for nearly half a minute before he came out of his previous mood. He straightened his collar and looked out the window, where the sparkling waves of the Pacific Ocean came into view.

The marshal soon realized that he was now sitting in his luxury shuttle, sailing at a constant speed within the Earth's atmosphere. The shuttle, which could carry nine people, flew at a low altitude of only a hundred meters above the sea. The sun, the sea, the beach, the cactus, and the old captain on the fishing boat all entered Marshal Ferragu's field of vision.

The place where the sea and the sky meet in the distance is the location of Eternal City, the seat of the Blue Star Community.

If you ignore the Imperial Fleet that is about to surround the Earth-Moon Galaxy, the seat of the Community's central government, located in the largest ocean on Earth, will always have such an intoxicating sea view, and it looks like a tourist city.

Well, in another very normal world line, this chain of islands consisting of eight main islands is indeed one of the most famous tourist destinations in the world.

However, looking at the Eternal City Lord Island getting closer and closer, Marshal Ferragu suddenly laughed out loud: "I remember that young man seemed to have said... The weather in the capital also reflects the weather in the country. Our capital is such a virtue, what will the country become in the future?"

The driver, adjutant, secretary, and guard on the shuttle did not answer. Since they were the marshal's subordinates, their emotional intelligence was naturally above average, and they certainly knew when to answer and when to remain silent.

Marshal Ferragu pulled out a high-powered smart telescope from the compartment under his seat and looked in the direction of the Eternal City.

His sight quickly swept past the Presidential Palace in the center of the main island, and then swept to a manor on Lizan Island. It was a rather elegant imperial garden-style building. Although the area was not small, it did not look particularly luxurious from the outside, and was of the same grade as the surrounding luxury villas.

Indeed, in such a typical upper-class community, if the appearance of the villa is too ordinary, it would be a bit deliberate and pretentious.

This manor is located right on the hillside, and is located close to mountains and water. It happens to have the best location and the most beautiful scenery in this "tourist city", and perhaps it also has the best feng shui.

That was the Mao Mansion, and naturally it became the destination of Marshal Ferragu's trip.

Mr. Mao Yuanzuo, who has served as prime minister for three terms and is now a lifelong member of the Blue Star Community, is his benefactor. Since the former has called him, of course he has to come.

He saw Mao Yuanzuo's old butler, the elegant and well-mannered old man standing guard at the gate of the manor, welcoming guests. Whether it was his words and deeds or his smile, he was meticulous, as if he would not be shy even in the imperial court.

Marshal Ferragu remembered that the old butler had served Mao Yuanzuo for nearly fifty years, and he had known him for forty years. However, from the day he met him, he seemed to always wear this impeccable and well-honed business smile, without the slightest change.

At this time, the gray-haired butler vaguely sensed something and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the telescope. At this moment, Marshal Ferragu clearly felt that he and the other party had a stare-to-stare, a stare-to-stare at a distance of dozens of kilometers.

This was a very terrifying scene, but Marshal Ferragu just calmly put down the telescope, and the color in his eyes slowly changed from solemnity to determination.

He took out the "Tiger Tally" from under his corrupt belly and checked the condition of the weapon like a soldier about to go to the battlefield. After making sure that every part was intact and usable, he took out the magazine and began to check the condition of each bullet. The marshal, who came from a cook background, was certainly not a Tiger Tally type. He had not even attended a proper military school, but he still asked someone to make a custom-made one for him and inlaid gems on the ivory handle.

Mr. Paul Ferrago is such a vain person. Just because he was a chef, he always reminds others that he is already the marshal of the Titan space fleet.

So, of course, he was now wearing a full set of military uniform, a sash with a golden tassel on it, and so many medals on his chest that he could use them as a bulletproof vest, all glittering and sparkling.

In fact, his marshal's uniform was actually built with bulletproof and stab-proof layers. The classical live-fire gun that imitated the tiger talisman was more like a collection, and it could also kill people. As for the marshal's staff that he carried with him, it was also weighted and even filled with lead.

Marshal Ferragu picked up the jeweled marshal's staff and felt its heavy texture. He confirmed that it felt similar to the bone-chopping knife of the past. Then he patted the front seat and said to his captain of the guard, "You know what to do."

"Understood! Your Excellency!" The captain of the guard had a deep voice, suppressing an excited and extremely destructive emotion.

Several kilometers away from the shuttle, three ordinary passenger cars were mixed in with the traffic entering Eternal City and were also entering the city.

The surveillance camera on the flying car was scanning the situation around the marshal's car while continuing to pay attention to everything around the Mao Mansion.

……

Of course, neither the observer nor the observed knew that at the beach behind the mountain where the luxurious villa complex was located, twin girls wearing diving suits had already landed on the shore.

The perimeter of this beach is covered with dangerous jagged rocks and a network of security cordons set up by municipal police, making it impossible for ordinary divers to approach.

But for the twin girls, this little obstacle was not a problem at all, and they even wanted to laugh. They were disciples of a famous family who had received the highest level of psychic and combat training in the community since childhood. They were also veterans of many battles. Together, the two of them could kill seven in and seven out of a fully armed marine division.

More importantly, it goes without saying that they have even infiltrated the Enlightened Ones' archaeological ship, so why would they be afraid of such a little trick?

Of course, even if the third-generation core disciples of the Spiritual Research Society, the twin girls codenamed "Gan Jiang" and "Mo Ye", wanted to continue sneaking into the Mao Mansion on the mountainside, they still needed more specific information.

Gan Jiang took out the terminal and opened a complete urban construction diagram: "Here is the lower structure of the city of Lizan Island. The security is still strict, but there are still loopholes to exploit. The real trouble is that once you enter the area of ​​​​Mao Mansion, the situation will be completely different."

Mo Xie nodded and adjusted her terminal. Then, one of the manors on the city construction map was magnified several times, and a red dot flashed.

Mo Xie said: "It is certain that there are five psychics inside the Mao Mansion, and 100 security personnel armed with military weapons. As for the strength of the housekeeper, it should be no weaker than you and me."

Gan Jiang said, "And those robots. Blue label robots that cannot be detected by psychic perception. Master said that the most difficult opponents for psychics are not psychics themselves, but often robots."

She then saw her sister take out a palm-sized mechanical prop that looked like a flashlight.

"Blue Label Robot's Information Denial Terminal?"

"As long as the password is correct, they can be closed directly. Of course, this is also just in case."

"Blue Label will actually hand this thing over!"

"After all, they have already retreated to New Shenzhou. If it weren't for our Human Union building a bridge, it would be difficult to even find a new factory, right?"

In fact, before the Empire launched a surprise attack on Cherke, the main research departments and factory facilities of the Human Alliance in the Terra star sector had already been relocated to New Shenzhou, including the Red Star Design Institute, the Falcon Flight Design Institute, the Quark Power Plant, and so on.

All this relocation work was only started after learning that the cabinet had rejected the proposal to seize the Chelo Fortress. Renlian's actions were of course very cautious, but it was inevitable that it would alarm friendly companies, especially those that had many cooperative projects with Renlian Industries.

For example, the Blue Label Industrial Group made contributions in this war second only to the People's United.

As we all know, Blue Label's current flagship product is, of course, the Blue Label series of combat robots that are active in various battlefields. They are the reverse research of the Gray Mist Intelligent Machines of the Navy Festival, but the reason why they can produce results so quickly is also due to the huge database and verification and deduction capabilities of the Red Star Design Institute under the Human Union.

As the two companies have various cooperation projects on military projects, their relationship has become closer. In this case, it is reasonable for Blue Label Group to have several directors with the background of the People's Alliance or even the Pioneer Party.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the disciples of the Spiritual Research Society obtained some backend equipment from the Blue Label Company.

“However, first we have to make sure that the password is correct. Also, since it is the Mao Mansion’s security robot, it should have been processed for security when it was purchased,” Gan Jiang said.

Mo Xie nodded: "Yes, it's all just in case. When the critical moment comes, I still have to rely on this."

The seemingly harmless high school girl patted the lightsaber and special pistol hanging on her belt, her face full of murderous intent. Her sister nodded in agreement.

"Yes, this is always the most reliable one."

Gan Jiang and Moye both felt that as a disciple of the Spiritual Research Society, it was reasonable for them to not be good at stealth, but as long as they were good at killing all the enemies they saw, they would not be wasting the courage and strength inherited from their master.

Of course, whether using the background device to shut down the mansion's security robots or rushing in directly, the noise would be too loud, which goes against their original intention of sneaking into this place.

"I hope that the secret door in the back garden that classmate Mao Lingning told us about is real."

"She wouldn't lie to us. She's really the type to sneak out and have fun on her own."

When mentioning that classmate, the twin girls couldn't help but show an apologetic expression.

"We actually extract information from innocent classmates? This is the ugliness of growing up, right?"

"It's not our fault. It was clearly the order from Senior Brother. If we didn't evacuate the Earth, we were already preparing to do something ugly."

"Indeed, it's all the fault of the eldest brother. So, where is he now?"

"He's wherever the president is. He has more important things to do."

"So where is the president?"

"I don't know. It's a quantum state."

The twin girls exchanged meaningful and meaningless information through telepathy, but their bodies were like nimble cheetahs, silently passing across the beach and disappearing into the mountain jungle behind the tribute area.

……

Twenty minutes later, Marshal Ferragu, accompanied by his secretary and guards, entered Mr. Mao's estate.

This was certainly not his first time visiting his benefactor, so he knew the rules and ordered his adjutant and guards to stay outside the door.

The housekeeper of Mao Mansion was very grateful to the Marshal for his "knowledge of the general situation", and of course he would not ask the latter to take off his gun and scepter.

After all, weapons can be considered as part of a soldier's identity. Even the emperor of the Galactic Empire did not ask his marshals to hand over their swords when he met with them, and a mere elected politician from the community should not be so arrogant.

Marshal Ferragu had to admit that although he was promoted by Mr. Mao, he was not an arrogant person, but a loyal and kind elder most of the time.

In comparison, Mr. Mao's nephew, Mr. Yero, the current Vice President, is not yet very accomplished in this regard.

The marshal saw Mr. Hiero at the gate. He nodded modestly, as a greeting, and then asked, "Paul, how long can our fleet resist the imperial army?"

The vice president's words were too casual, even a little frivolous, as if he was greeting a familiar old servant. However, Marshal Ferragu, who was already familiar with the man's playboy habits, said he was calm and was not prepared to argue with such a fool.

He was about to talk about some specific defense issues, but the latter shook his head and said, "Well, we don't even have a fleet right now. None at all. Wow, haha! But we are really preparing for war, as if we can really resist to the end in this small place on the earth. It's so heroic, even the Dragon King of the Empire would be moved, right?"

Marshal Ferragu held the marshal's baton and said with a serious smile: "Vice President, I am a soldier and can only do my duty. I must obey the orders of the presidential palace."

"What a good soldier." Vice President Hierro patted the marshal's shoulder. He probably thought he had told a great joke, so he walked away with a loud laugh that would make normal people uncomfortable.

The Vice President may think that his current actions are very cool, but in fact he is like a madman.

However, we must know that whether it is our manners, facial expressions, voice, appearance and smile, in the end, it is up to ourselves to decide.

Of course, the fat and kind-hearted Marshal Ferragu still swore to the Spirit of the Universe that he would not take it to heart, but he still felt that although Vice President Hierro had a graceful face of a political elite in front of the public, his self-control was obviously far behind that of Mr. Mao!

"The vice president has been under a lot of pressure these past two days," Prime Minister Taro of the Imperial Guard said to Marshal Ferragu.

The skinny prime minister now seemed like a ghost, floating silently from the side, and his voice was a little faint and ethereal.

Marshal Ferragu stroked his marshal's baton and thought that it was fortunate that old Paul had been a cook and was knowledgeable, otherwise he would have been beaten with a stick.

Well, since the outbreak of the war, the Prime Minister has become less and less visible, and his figure has become visibly thinner, and his spirit has become increasingly weak. The chief executive of the Blue Star Community is like a withered bamboo pole, and it feels like it will quickly grow and burn as long as it is close to the fireplace.

However, what made the marshal a little curious was that although the Prime Minister was still indifferent at this time, his mental state became unusually excited.

Looking at the lively appearance, if you don’t know, you would think that the Earth fleet is approaching the city of Tianyu.