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Poteo patted his iron comrades, which were much more useful than the old revolvers and horses.

"Thank you. After this is over, I will take good care of you. I don't know if you like the lubricant on this planet, or I can grab some company for you."

"Yeah, I'm really tired. I wonder how Nick Grey and the others are doing. Has the little cutie grown up?"

Looking up at the beautiful starry sky, the vast sky that he had seen since he was a child, Potio said to himself.

He missed his family and wanted to go back to see them, but his family's concern made him choose to continue fighting.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but his speed was getting faster and faster, and the power and accuracy of the bullets he fired were getting stronger and stronger. In his eyes, the attacks of those people in the company seemed to slow down. His intuition told him what to do next, and because of this, he could continue to harass the company.

It was as if something was blessing him, or maybe God couldn't stand it anymore and came to help this cowboy.

But the damage he had done now was still too small to stop the company's progress. The cowboys on the Algonquin Apache were too weak, and when the time came, they would also be deprived of their homes.

Poteo scratched his head in distress, not knowing what to do.

After scratching his head and thinking for a long time, Potio hit his palm, and a light bulb came on, and he had a bold idea.

Damn, why not just go find the head of their company, put a gun in his mouth, and force him to stop!

This method sounds outrageous, and it is indeed outrageous, but the more Potio thinks about it, the more he thinks it is worth a try. After all, there is no other way now.

The brave ones will die of overeating, and the timid ones will die of starvation. Let’s do it!

Portio leaned against the motorcycle, holding the gun tightly in his hand, closed his eyes, and cherished this little rest time.

My good brother, please give me your blessing from far away.

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Well...it ends within 20 chapters, so this may be the shortest volume.

However, the images of Poteo and Harley should be established.

Volume 81: Interstellar Adventurers and Cowboys: Chapter : Potio: Brother, Help Me

He did what he said and lurked and observed at an important base of the company for a while, and noticed a spaceship that was about to return to the company.

Donning a stolen employee uniform, Poteo infiltrated the spaceship. Perhaps through divine intervention, coupled with years of hunting-honed intuition and agility, Poteo evaded numerous checkpoints and interrogations, successfully reaching the cabin and guarding it. He waited for the spaceship to reach Interstellar Peace Corporation headquarters, where he could thrust a gun into the culprit's mouth and force him into submission.

"Ah, I can finally go back. I really don't want to stay in this remote place for even a second."

An employee who was slacking off yawned and said to Potio, "Don't you think those cowboys are just so annoying? They're clearly struggling in vain."

"Yeah, indeed. I really don't know what they are thinking."

Beneath the employee's mask, Portio's veins bulged.

Damn it, if I could reveal my identity right now, I would shoot you in the head right now.

Forcing himself to suppress his anger, Poteo felt that his patience would definitely improve after this trip.

The employee didn't notice Poteo's annoyance and continued to talk to himself, "But when we get back, we won't have to worry so much. The development department has decided to clear out the people there, so there won't be any more annoying cowboys."

"?!"

What did he just say, clear, what clear?!

Yes, is that what he meant?

Potio's pupils trembled and he subconsciously clenched his fists. A bad premonition began to linger in his heart.

He suppressed his uneasiness and asked the man, "Um, what does purging mean? Why haven't I heard of it?"

The man's tone was filled with disdain. "You're so out of touch, kid! These things have been spreading everywhere lately. The higher-ups are extremely unhappy with the progress of the work and are planning to kill everyone on that planet without telling the Resource Recycling Department to prevent any obstruction to the work."

"According to the schedule, it should be soon. Waiting for the company..."

Click.

Portio pressed the muzzle of the gun to the man's temple, his mask-less eyes filled with rage, fire, and hatred.

"If you don't want your head to explode, you'd better cooperate with me and answer a few questions!"

Inside the hatch, the person in charge here was talking to someone above.

The person in charge smiled broadly and said to the figure on the screen, "Master Osvaldo, what should we do if the Resource Recycling Department discovers something?"

"Ah, of course. I'm not questioning your decision, sir. I'm just worried they might turn against us."

"You don't need to worry about this. I have my own arrangements. You just need to do your job well. The strategic resources contained in Algonquin Apache are too important. Whoever can grab them first will have the upper hand in the department competition. I will not allow any mistakes on this matter."

"Yes, yes, that's what the supervisor said."

The person in charge nodded and said this, but he kept muttering in his heart and didn't really believe what the people above him said.

You have to know that he is Lord Guster, one of the most honorable people in the company, who can make the will of the Amber King come down. If Lord Guster had not never interfered too much in the affairs of the company, it would be hard to say what the company is like now.

The resignation of many former directors and supervisors in the marketing development department was vaguely related to Guost, but the marketing development department has not yet figured out the methods of this adult, and only roughly knows where his bottom line is.

But the supervisor in front of them had already begun to walk towards the edge of Guster's red line, and his behavior was so radical that even the veteran employees like them felt it was radical.

But there is no way, after all he is also a worker. I just hope that he will still be of some value by then and will not become a victim.

Just as he was thinking this, the hatch was suddenly blown open.

"who!"

The person in charge turned around in surprise, only to see Potio kill the surrounding guards with a few shots, then instantly ran to the person in charge and stuffed the muzzle of the gun into the man's mouth. The slightly hot muzzle of the gun burned him so much that he whimpered.

"You ***, revoke this order!"

Poteo's eyes were bloodshot, flashing with anger and hatred, the muscles on his face were twisted with extreme anger, and there was a hint of ferocity at the corners of his mouth.

"How dare you, you bastard!" he roared. "How dare you give that order to Argan Apache, when he has so many people above him!"

He really didn't expect that the people in the company would be so cruel that they didn't care about the residents of Argonne Apache and wanted to completely eliminate them just because they hindered the company's work.

But there are not only cowboys, there are so many innocent old people and children!

Their cruel behavior drove Poteo completely crazy. He fought all the way here, not caring about going to the company's headquarters to find the culprit. By the time he found his hometown, it might have been destroyed.

"Wuwuwu (It's unfair. I'm just a part-time worker. If you have any questions, go find the person in front.)"

The person in charge, whose mouth was stuffed with a gun, was about to cry. He didn't dare to move, fearing that the gun would go off accidentally in the next second and make him lose his mind.

"A cowboy from the Algonquin Apache actually made it here. Humph, the people on this ship are also incompetent and worthless. How could you sneak in?"

"Um?!"

Poteo's attention was drawn to the voice, and he noticed that he was paying attention to him. His tone immediately made Poteo realize that this person was no ordinary person, and was most likely the leader he was looking for.

He grabbed the collar of the person in charge with one hand and pointed the gun at the big screen.

Potio's eyes were bloodshot as he angrily said, "You are the culprit, right? Take back my order, or I will make you pay the price and regret everything you have done!"

Faced with Potio's threat, the people over there obviously didn't care.

"The market development department will not give up the resources in Algonquin Apache. If you want to blame someone, blame them for hindering the company's progress."

"You damn beast, there are so many lives up there!!!"

"If you can't create value for the company, then there's no need for you to exist. Let's stop here. I have a meeting to attend."

As we were speaking, the communication between the spacecraft and the headquarters had been cut off.

"Stop right there, you bastard!!"

Poteo swung his fists and smashed them hard against the steel beside him. Every impact was accompanied by his angry roar, as if he wanted to pour out all his anger and hatred.

The person in charge standing by was trembling, fearing that the cowboy would kill him to vent his anger.

"You! Take this spaceship back to Algonquin Apache! I want to go back!"

He wants to go back, he wants to go back to find Nick Grey, his little cutie who can't speak yet is still there!

He wants to go back to save his family, even if he can't stop them, at least, at least he can't be left alone!

The person in charge swallowed hard and said tremblingly, "From the moment you lost contact with headquarters, the beacon on our ship stopped working. Even if we wanted to go back, we would have had to sail slowly."

That man was ruthless. He gave up after deciding that the people on the ship were incompetent and worthless.

"What did you say!!!"

Poteo said in disbelief.

He was breathing heavily, his pupils trembling, and his body began to tremble with great despair.

The horrifying thoughts in his mind stimulated his nerves again and again. He couldn't imagine the dark future where everyone would leave him. For the first time, the cowboy felt so helpless.

Wait, there's still a chance!

Harley, he still has Harley!

He frantically pulled out the black box that Harley had given him, and as the communication started, Poteo prayed that he could be contacted.

"Hey, Poteo, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Harley, Harley!" Portio gripped the communicator tightly, as if holding the last straw, and said tremblingly: "Go back and save Nick and the others, save them, please!"

"..."

"what happened."

Harley also realized that something was wrong. If someone like Poteo could look like he was about to break down, the situation must be extremely serious.

Poteo told Halley the whole story in the shortest possible words. When he talked about the impending destruction of Algon Apache, Poteo showed an unprecedented vulnerability.

"I understand. Leave this to me. I'll be there right away."

"Thank you, thank you, Harley."

Poteo's chest was heaving, and his whole body felt a little weak. He had never imagined that he would be like this one day. Home was everything to him. If all this was destroyed, he didn't know what he would become. So, he acted like this after seeing a glimmer of hope.

"Okay, stop looking like that. This isn't the arrogant cowboy I know. Wait for me."

Then, Harley hung up the phone.

Portio sat on the ground, leaning against the console, trying to calm himself down.

"you."

"I'm here!"

"Move towards Algonquin Apache or I'll shoot you!"

Pointing the black muzzle of the gun at the person in charge, Potio's eyes were full of indifference. If he said no, he would die on the spot.

"Yes!"

The person in charge started the operation under the threat of gunpoint. He was really unlucky. It was originally just a simple job, but he encountered this kind of thing. Now he will definitely be fired, at least he can't lose his life.

Bottiou exhaled a breath of foul air, took out his cowboy hat and pressed it on his head to cover his eyes.

Please, Harley, you must catch up.

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I'm sorry, I didn't realize that this article would be more than 2k words, so I fell asleep yesterday.

Next, it’s Harley’s turn.

Volume 82: Interstellar Adventurers and Cowboys: Chapter : Secret, call people in the chat group!

[Target Starry Sea: @Stone Spirit, are you there? Someone at your company is causing trouble again.]

Train Mascot: Huh? (What happened?)

[Target Stars and Oceans: Something happened in my brother's hometown, Algonquin Apache. It's the marketing department's fault.]

[Stone Spirit: Algon Apache, several departments outside are indeed fighting for this place. If I remember correctly, the evacuation work is still underway.]

[Target Starry Sea: Then you should ask that Osvaldo guy, he's planning to take action directly.]

[Ah, so sad: Alas, such behavior...]

Ahaha!: Wuhu, there's fun to be had!

[Stone Spirit: Ah, that's really not surprising at all. This kind of thing should be handled by the Marketing Department.]

[Stone Spirit: After the last one fell, I had hoped the next one would at least give me some relief. It was all just a fantasy, huh?]

[Number one hater: So, you blame me?]