Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Damn, you can't possibly be sisters with the Huanye tribe!

At this moment, the burly man approached Gabriel and whispered something to him.

Gabriel nodded and asked, "Do you have your own identification?"

whispering sound.

Fortunately, I had created a fake identity to register the company.

An Ran directly transmitted her identity information.

“Kleber Star Aian Media?” Gabriel nodded slightly, then shouted to his men, “Fall back!”

“You just wait, I will definitely report you!” An Ran said.

Gabriel turned and left.

"I'm very sorry," the burly man apologized.

It is 12:36 PM on October 12th.

"How is the battle situation at No. 1903?" An Ran asked.

The live stream has ended, and there are no more useful messages on the forum.

The burly man said happily, "The war has temporarily come to an end!"

"The Night Owl was driven back?"

“That’s right! But…” The burly man’s expression darkened.

That "but" is the essence.

He lowered his voice: "The news is still being blocked. I'm telling you, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone."

Anran nodded.

"Although Night Owl was repelled, the expeditionary force lost more than 900 warships, while Night Owl only lost more than 400 warships."

Well, you could say we've already lost.

The burly man looked around to make sure no one was watching before continuing his explanation.

With his explanation, An Ran understood.

Night Owl used the landing force as bait, and then the main force surrounded and annihilated more than 900 warships of the expeditionary force in one fell swoop. By the time the main force of the expeditionary force arrived, Night Owl's fleet, which did not linger in battle, had already left.

They came and went like the wind, adhering to their tactics without any sense of pleasure, and even though they were about to capture No. 1903, they were not greedy.

The expeditionary force was very irritable.

An Ran only found out about this later.

Because the 1903 battle was a decoy. It was a decoy made from the wreckage of more than 1300 warships from both sides. The troops that Night Owl sent afterward were not the main force. Their main force launched a surprise attack on the largest mining area in the Blue Forest after discovering the movement of the expeditionary force.

This is a long battle line that stretches over 4000 light-years.

The Sixth Expeditionary Force, which had previously enjoyed smooth sailing, is now facing a major headache.

A new diplomatic crisis has also emerged between the Elimerian Empire and the Star River Freedom Alliance.

The Empire vehemently condemned the Star River Freedom Alliance for secretly supporting Night Owl, a claim the Star River Freedom Alliance refused to acknowledge.

They are not afraid at all.

With Emperor Ignatz critically ill and on the verge of death, the Elimerian Empire had no chance of waging a war involving two major deep-space powers.

While the two sides were arguing, Anran piloted the Anran, which she considered a complete failure, back to the Blue Sea Forest.

While on the Anran, Anran saw several posts from players titled "Post-War Ship 1903".

In this brief war that will go down in history, at least 21 cities that once had populations of over a million were turned into craters by the bombardment of spaceships.

There was no blood, because the blood had been extinguished in the gunfire.

Chapter 51 The Invincible Iron Fist Governor!

Basement torture.a vi

Time: October 12th, morning of 1903 on Star Kleber

Location: A basement somewhere on Kleber.

Characters appearing: Governor Fitch, and extra A, a temporary recruit of Harrison.

Props used in the performance: electric shock table, lie detector, tool rack, whip, red candle, chili oil...

Those present as onlookers included: several of Governor Fitch's men and Matt, a torture enthusiast who provided the basement.

Act one.

"what--"

Governor Fitch lashed the man with his whip.

As a master in this field, Fitch has excellent control over the force he applies, ensuring that the person being tortured feels pain without causing too much damage.

This is a specially made whip; otherwise, it would be difficult to have an effect on people with a rating of 40 or higher.

A single lash can penetrate to the soul, making one tremble with pleasure, as if being battered by waves, being lifted into the air as if about to be sent to the heavens, only to fall heavily into the deep blue ocean, splashing high into the air.

"what--"

What a joyful sound!

Fitch relished the varied screams of those being tortured, finding them even more pleasurable than sex.

clap clap!

Several deep welts appeared on his chest in an instant, and his screams, sometimes loud and sometimes soft, echoed incessantly in the basement, completely drowning out the cracking sound of the whip.

"Have you thought it through?" Fitch asked.

"I……"

Just as the man was about to answer, another whip lashed his left chest.

Well.

It felt like my internal organs were being squeezed; it wasn't gentle at all.

Fitch had no intention of stopping the abuse; he threw down the whip and picked up the pepper spray from the shelf.

This "happy water" is a magical product.

No matter which hole it's poured into, it will make you feel so good you'll kneel down.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, ha..."

"Don't say a word!"

Fitch immediately shut the man up; how could something this enjoyable end prematurely? He certainly hadn't said anything like, "Tell me and I won't torture you anymore."

Add some chili water and salt, then put it on an electric shock table to roast...

"Boom boom boom!"

At that moment, there was a sudden knock on the basement door. The knocking was urgent and frequent, indicating that someone had something important to report.

Fitch had to stop what he was doing and move on to the second act: "Go open the door."

Then he released his grip and said to the bound man, "Don't rush, we'll continue later!"

"..."

bang.

The metal door to the basement opened to the right, driven by a motor, and stood in the doorway the people who had come with Fitch.

His previous task was to investigate the whereabouts of An Ran and her sister.

"what happened?"

Fitch reverted to his cold demeanor, his face as cold as ice, staring intently at the person.

"Your Excellency, Governor, our men have successfully apprehended the murderer who killed the Second Young Master!" the man said tremblingly.

They were afraid that if they said something wrong, they would have to play games with the governor.

"We've caught them."

Fitch's face immediately lit up with surprise. He strode over and grabbed one of his men's shoulders.

"Where is she? Take me there now!"

No.

Fitch quickly changed his mind: "Let's just bring her over!"

"Yes."

Haha.

Watching that departing figure, Fitch felt a surge of power coursing through his body, and he trembled with excitement.

I've been here for several days, and I hadn't found any information before. I didn't expect that after I stopped paying attention to her, she would catch me directly.

Fitch paced back and forth without stopping, his mind racing with ideas on how to torture the woman who had killed his son.

Whip with wax drippings and electrotherapy?

No, there are things even crueler than that!

The person who left soon returned, this time followed by a large group of people, and the harsh sound of metal scraping against the ground.

“Your Excellency, they are locked inside this metal box.”

“Them?” Fitch was taken aback, then immediately realized, “You mean both sisters have been captured.”

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Haha.

Sister's Donburi?

"Bring the box in."