706. No trace left
Super Lotus felt like a respirator was stuffed into his mouth, and then he was thrown into the water by Salarian special forces's soldiers. As an amphibious race, Salarian is very flexible in moving in the water. They took Super Lotus under the cover of ocean currents and began to move away from this fortress that was instantly covered with deadly spikes.
Gabriel-Tosh's figure appeared in an empty house opposite the apartment building where they were hiding before. He looked a little embarrassed. The tight-fitting combat uniform on his body was damaged in many places, and the wounds underneath were almost deep enough to the bone.
Here he was simply treating the wounds on his body without changing his expression.
Suddenly he seemed to feel something, so he picked up the binoculars and looked in the direction of the administrative center. He saw dozens of people who looked like staff being escorted to the beach by a large group of soldiers. They all had their hands tied behind their backs, blindfolded, and stood in a row.
And Lugus, who was threatened by him before, is also among them.
Tosh had a cruel smile on his face, "I'm sorry, brother, I have to rely on you to get out of here."
After saying that, he took out the little man with hair mixed with Lugus, then picked up the butterfly knife and cut the little man into several pieces.
At the same time, the body of Lugus, who was waiting to be shot on the beach, suddenly split open like a rag doll! The body was neatly cut into several pieces, and blood sprayed everywhere.
The soldiers of the Guardian Army who were about to shoot were all shocked. They were all holding blasters. How could they create such a bloody scene!
Then, Tosh came to the kitchen, turned on the fire, and threw the other two dolls directly into the fire.
After doing all this, he felt a little tired and leaned against the wall. The red light in his eyes gradually disappeared, revealing a pair of white eyes without pupils.
Sure enough, the news of a fire in an apartment on the 179th floor of No. Chima Street 224 reached Guardian Army, because the place where the fire broke out was the one suspected of colluding with Separatists spies. The home address of Lugus, the death row prisoner who assassinated Governor Tarkin, and the strange way of death of Lugus, immediately attracted the attention of the defenders, and a large number of military police immediately rushed in that direction.
Taking this opportunity, Tosh took the opportunity to sneak out of the city, found a hover motorcycle prepared in advance, and drove towards the scheduled rendezvous point.
Inside the administrative center, Jedi Master Ovarle came to the corpse of the group of soldiers killed by Tosh, squatted down and carefully examined the traces on the corpse.
"They all died by cutting their throats. They were very fast and difficult for ordinary people to do." Master Ovarle said, "Moreover, some people were knocked unconscious by a Force impact... This is... the Force? Something feels wrong."
He closed his eyes to feel it, opened his eyes after a moment, and said to himself, "It is indeed the Force, but the way of using it is completely different from ours... Whether it is Jedi or Sith... Could it be that it is a descendant of Zakuul warriors from ancient Eternal Empire?"
At this time, his apprentice Armando came over, bowed, and then said, "Master, I have gone to the fire scene to check. The deceased were a woman in her thirties and a boy of about ten years old. But the strange thing is that they themselves were the source of the fire, and then ignited other furniture."
Master Ovarle frowned and said, "You are the source of the fire? Are your words accurate? Isn't that spontaneous combustion?"
"It was not spontaneous combustion, Master. Both corpses were burned from the outside in, and strangely, the woman's fire started in the front of her body, while the boy's started in the back. It was determined that there were no traces of other people around, as if... the flames appeared out of thin air." Armando frowned and answered.
"What's Master Dinora's opinion?" Master Ovarle asked.
"Master Dinora said there were some residues of the Force at the scene, and she is tracing them." Armando replied.
"Making people angry out of thin air? The the Force techniques used by this person or a group of people are completely different. Maybe they are a brand new the Force sect." Ovarle said.
"And he can become invisible." Armando added.
"I had a brief fight with him. This man is very skilled in combat, but he does not have weapons similar to Lightsaber. In addition, his ability to become invisible is also related to his own strange the Force application method. Only with advanced stealth equipment can he achieve single-person invisibility." Master Ovarle mused.
The two were discussing when a group of soldiers came over and said, "General Ovarle, Governor Tarkin is awake and he wants to see you."
Ovarle nodded and went to the medical center with Armando.
I only saw Governor Tarkin lying in a medical cabin filled with Bacta fluid. After a while, a doctor came over and pressed a few buttons. Bacta fluid was emptied, and Tarkin opened his eyes.
"Dawn Star Planet did it, right?" Tarkin said extremely weakly.
"It's not certain yet, but based on analysis from all aspects of intelligence, it's very likely. After all, Governor Sulama also died in his own administrative capital." After Master Ovarle finished speaking, he looked at Tarkin, then said, "According to the method of this assassination, not many people in the entire galaxy can escape. Even if there are, they will basically not be in Outer Rim. I have to say that you are very lucky, Your Excellency the Governor."
"There is never any such thing as luck." Tarkin spoke in a low voice in order to save energy. "I have imagined every possible assassination method and made appropriate arrangements..."
Master Ovarle nodded, "Your technicians discovered the spy robot immediately, and then used a trick to lure the enemy. But the opponent was not fooled. On the contrary, they immediately made a judgment and found the outer wall of the emergency exit elevator, and launched a second assassination. If nothing else, just to practice such a reaction, you have to bear at least a thousand lives."
Tarkin waved his hand and said softly, "Announce the news of my death to the public and ask His Excellency the Chancellor to hold a grand funeral for me."
Ovarle thought for a while and understood what he meant, but still shook his head and said, "There are Sith Lord over there at Separatists. The people involved in the assassination may be some unique Dark Side Force users. They may use other means to at least know your life and death."
"Then... announce to the public that I am unable to serve as director due to serious injuries, and send a successor." Tarkin continued.
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away." Master Ovarle said.
"Also, all those suspected of participating in this assassination, no matter who they are, will be tortured and executed on the spot. No one can be left alive." After Tarkin said this last sentence, he closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Hearing this murderous instruction, Master Ovarle frowned and wanted to say something, but looked at Tarkin again, sighed, and turned around to leave.