732. The cause of trouble Nal Hutta (middle)
Mimban In outer space, after the battle broke out here, in addition to the recovery teams from both warring parties arriving one after another and recovering the core technical components from the wreckage of their respective battleships, the fallen spacecraft, various robot wreckage, and weapon wreckage all remained in place.
After all, this place is under the jurisdiction of Hutt. The fleets of Galactic Republic and Confederacy of Independent Systems came here to have a ping-pong game, which has made Hutt very unhappy. After that, you still want to recover the wreckage?
So this place has now become a paradise for garbage dealers. Many garbage dealers are hired by Hutt to drive their own garbage boats to pick up the wreckage. They will not let go of even a piece of metal and put everything into the garbage boat.
The Durasteel (Durasteel) used by Galactic Republic to manufacture battleship armor is a very advanced material with super protective capabilities. This material is first formed and then processed, but at least it can be used as an external armor plate.
Under the control of the navigation robot, Ziro's shuttle flew into the atmosphere of Mimban. She had a unique identification code of Hutt. All the junk merchants operating on this planet stayed far away, and no one dared to make trouble.
She followed the navigation coordinates and came to a deserted hill. Looking from here, there is already a man in a black cloak standing there, but his spaceship is parked somewhere.
The shuttle landed slowly in front of the man, and the strong wind caused by the spacecraft engine blew the man's black cloak high, but he still stood on the spot, as steady as a rock.
Ziro walked off the spaceship with four B-2 super combat robots. He looked at the man, smiled brightly, and said flatteringly, "So you are the generous donor, haha, I am really lucky to meet you."
As a Hutt, Ziro still has some unique talents, for example, she can speak Galactic Basic fluently. For Hutt's vocal organ, which is completely different from the main races in the galaxy, this can be said to be a unique talent.
"I told you to come to Mimban alone." Das-Malthael said slowly with a ferocious look on his face.
"This is just for An..."
Before Ziro finished speaking, all he saw was Darth-Malthael raised his hand and shook it. The four B-2 super combat robots suddenly trembled violently, and then the control centers on their chests were directly crushed to pieces by invisible forces!
The four robots immediately fell to the ground with thick smoke and sparks flying everywhere.
Hutt Ziro was completely shocked. She stood there tremblingly, dumbfounded, and was stunned for a moment.
"I am...Archangel of Death." Das-Malthael casually patted the non-existent dust on his hands and said lightly.
"Yes... yes... I..." Ziro's tongue was almost tied.
Das-Malthael looked her up and down for a while. Ziro Although Ziro couldn't see the other person's face clearly, the cold, cruel eyes under the hood still made her shudder, and she couldn't help but move back a little.
"Look at you, Hutt, Ziro...Desilijic...Tiur..." Das-Malthael said slowly, he put The words Hutt and Desilijic are very strong, "Ah, how weak and helpless. If your nephew Jabba were here, he would definitely not be so shabby."
"I..." Ziro continued to move back until she found an invisible force blocking her way back. She opened her eyes wide in horror and did not dare to breathe a word.
Das-Malthael approached step by step, "A Hutt, an elder of Desilijic kajidic, a Vego of Black Sun... Poor Ziro, you actually owe money to someone? A mere 70 million credit points, how can you be in such a miserable state?"
"I... thank you very much for helping me pay off my debt..." Ziro said tremblingly.
Das-Malthael raised his hand, and a holographic projection came through a communicator. In the projection, five bloody heads were neatly placed on the table, and the heads were surrounded by Galactic Republic's universal physical currency-credit ingots.
Ziro immediately recognized these people, and she read out the names tremblingly, "Rama...Anpi...Tondra... them, they..."
"Ah, that's right. They actually dared to let a Hutt, an elder of Desilijic kajidic, and a Vego of Black Sun owe debts, and they even planned to make you repay them. Don't they deserve to die? Think about it, if it's Jabba, if it's Giliac, will they ask someone to borrow money? Will anyone dare to ask them to pay back the money?" Das-Malthael's voice sounded like a devil.
Ziro looked at the heads in the holographic projection, and his eyes became fierce.
"I just helped you exercise your rights." Das-Malthael added.
"What do you want me to do? No, I can do whatever you want me to do!" Ziro felt a fire in her heart, and the fear in her heart actually subsided a lot under the anger. "As long as I can get to the position I deserve, I am willing to give everything!"
She hates Jabba, she hates Giliac, she has never hated her as much as she does now!
"Go back, Nal Hutta Planet. Go get what belongs to you." Das-Malthael said slowly.
"But... I am not Giliac's opponent at all. He and Jabba control almost all of Desilijic kajidic's assets and business." Ziro said.
"Of course you can't. But... what if you add your brother? Zorba-Desilijic-Tiur." Das-Malthael said an explosive name.
"Zorba! He... he's not..." Ziro was shocked.
"He will soon be released from Kip planet after serving his sentence." Das-Malthael said slowly, "This is to correct the path that Desilijic kajidic has gone astray."
"Take a crooked path... this is..."
"Jabba and Gaddula are about to be united. In other words, Desilijic kajidic and Besadi kajidic will become a family in the future. Besadi kajidic, who has been fighting with you Desilijic kajidic for thousands of years, will soon be on an equal footing with you and call you brothers! Their stench will linger in front of you forever... and more importantly..." Das-Malthael glanced at Ziro, "You are still the marginalized person, and you can only watch Besadi kajidic enjoying your wealth, your sphere of influence, your smuggling channels, your... planet."
Ziro's emotions have been completely aroused. She waved her short hands and shouted loudly, "No! Absolutely not! Besadi kajidic Those people deserve to die!!"
"Then... go, go to Smuggler's Moon, Nal Hutta..."