Frasso's shock

Frasso, the alien bloodline, has been released.

His daughter went to pick him up herself.

The once spoiled and unruly little princess of the security team has been taught a lesson by reality and has now become an excellent mecha warrior.

She inherited the talent of "different bloodline" and has the ability to change "pheromones". This ability makes it easier for her to become one with the machine and pilot the group's top-of-the-line human-machine mech.

"Father."

Looking at the tall, blue-skinned female warrior in front of him, Frasso opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

His daughter is doing well; this is the only good news he has heard in recent years.

Let's go.

Looking at her father's back, for some reason, a thought inexplicably flashed through Angel's mind: her father is getting old.

Just like the prison island where a certain young girl named Ye is imprisoned, the Dugo Group also has its own corporate prison, which is also a highly mechanized island. Outside is a vast ocean, where there are no sea creatures. Without supplies, even if the prisoners escape, they will starve to death.

"She's out," Valkyrie, the former little red queen figure and now the ruler of the Valkyrie Legion, said calmly.

"Commander," Angel said, saluting the other party.

Valkyrie nodded and looked at Frasso.

Although Frasso was imprisoned for three years, his superpowers did not disappear. He could feel strong spatial fluctuations emanating from the other party, and the intensity of these fluctuations was even stronger than when he was at his peak.

"Could this be the strongest member of the 'Mechanical Hunters'?"

Frasso remained highly vigilant.

Although his daughter often told him about "Dugo Technologies", his impression of Black Rose and Du Gao Technology was still that of a small mechanical hunter organization.

In just three years, it may have grown somewhat, but its growth is probably still quite limited.

The emergence of such a super strong person was already somewhat beyond his expectations.

"Dad, wait a moment, I'll go get my mech over here."

"Uh, um."

Vlaso glanced at Valkyrie and thought to himself, "With such a powerful space-type expert like Valkyrie, I'm not worried about escaping."

However, the blue-skinned middle-aged man's pupils widened very quickly.

As another mechanical door slowly opened, a super mechanical monster exuding a terrifying aura slowly flew towards him.

The monster's back was covered by an ion cloak that emitted energy particles. Its red mechanical body was sleek and elegant, especially the huge "reactor" on its chest. The energy fluctuations it emitted were beyond his imagination, not to mention the large lightsaber on its waist, the rapid-fire energy cannon on its shoulder, and the mechanical weapons that were modified into its own constructs. Every kind of technology was shocking Frasso's senses.

Before he was "imprisoned," mechs had not yet been developed on this planet.

Not to mention the S-class mechs that are already comparable to 'Tier 3 Star Armor'.

"Father, come with me."

Angel's voice came from the mecha, but the mecha's head was still looking at Valkyrie.

Mr. G's nominal daughter is the one who truly holds the reins.

Valkyrie nodded, and with a flash of spatial light, her figure vanished instantly.

The senior engineer mastered 'spatial collapse,' and the one who benefited the most was none other than her. Her mastery and utilization of space is now absolutely that of a master.

Seeing this, Angel breathed a sigh of relief. Every super corporation has its own internal security detail responsible for monitoring all senior executives. Dugo Technologies also has one, which is the Valkyrie Legion under their control.

Let alone a high-ranking combatant like her, even if someone is a high-ranking official, Valkyrie will still be ruthless if they infringe on the interests of the group.

Outsiders might think that Du Zhaodi is the one in control of this super group, but only the core members know who is really in charge of this rapidly rising super power.

"Daughter, I never expected you to be so highly valued here!" Frasso exclaimed.

In Frasso's view, his daughter was probably the biggest trump card in the other party's hands, given her ability to control such a powerful mechanical being.

Perhaps it was because of his daughter's strength that the other party chose to let him go.

Thinking about it this way, many things make sense. Inheriting one's own bloodline talent might be the key to controlling this monster.

Perhaps we can use this as an opportunity...

"Well--"

Seeing her father clearly lost in his own train of thought, Angela didn't know how to explain it to him.

Although he was indeed the pilot of the group's strongest mech, there was more than one of these "meat mechs"; the first batch produced ten of them.

According to the rumors she heard, with the group absorbing the meat-machine technology accumulated by the Knights over many years, the next batch of meat-machine mechs could very well number as many as one hundred.

To claim one percent of the advanced combat power and the right to speak is just self-aggrandizement.

I hope my dad will soon realize that he's just an ordinary working man.

Angel's idea soon came true.

When he saw the densely packed mech squadron in the sky, although they couldn't compare to the S-class meat mechs, they were still the pioneer mechs that formed the group's main force. Frasso's mouth gaped open and he couldn't close it for a long time.

When he saw more than a dozen air carriers hovering in the radiation layer, Frasso was completely dumbfounded. After a long while, he said in a somber tone:

"Daughter, do you really need so many people to guard me, a prisoner?"

"Uh, no, Dad. We mobilized so many troops to capture a 'Cybertronic machine.' We just took you along the way."

"..."

Frasso glanced silently at the massive mech. Although it was a good thing that his daughter was growing up and becoming stronger, this little darling was not at all considerate.

Soon, the mech landed on the deck of a sky carrier. Angel recovered from her "human-mech fusion" state and stepped down from the elevator.

People were coming and going on the deck, and my father, like a bystander, was looking around, which was strangely amusing.

"Stop looking, Dad, let's go eat. You've been locked up in jail for so many years, you must have..." Angel paused, then said, "No, you're doing pretty well. You have food and clothes, and you can even play virtual machines. I think you've gained several pounds."

Frasso silently observed the other person; this little darling was indeed leaky.

"Let's go eat!"

"Angel, you're back!"

"Captain Xiaoju."

"You played well before."

"Thank you for your guidance, Captain."

"Angel, here you go, an alien drink, a specialty I bought from the mother city."

Thank you.

Frasso followed Angel to the cafeteria. Angel helped Frasso choose a seat by the window and went to get the food herself. Soon, she brought out a table full of fresh vegetables, fruits, and meats.

"Do you have any wine?" Frasso asked abruptly.

Angel stared at the other person for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Yes, you wait."

Halfway through their meal, Frasso stopped, looked out the window at another aircraft carrier undergoing handover, and suddenly said:

"What about my old one?"

"It's been demolished."

"It's been demolished!?"

"The group needs to reverse engineer the technology, so how can we do it without dismantling it? But your ship is an old version, and it still uses an old-fashioned ion engine. What we are using now is already the fourth generation reactor."

Frasso silently downed a glass of wine.

"How many aircraft carriers like this does your group have in total?"

"According to the plan, four sky fleets were to be built, each responsible for the airspace of the four planets in the east, south, west and north. However, only the eastern fleet has been completed so far, which is the one we are standing on. There are probably more than a dozen of them."

Frasso silently drank another glass of wine.

"However, I heard that the captain and the others are complaining that having only the Sky Carrier is not enough in terms of firepower to cover our assault team's charge, and they are applying to their superiors for assistance."

"Is this still not enough firepower?"

Frasso already felt that his imagination was running out.

A dozen or so aircraft carriers aren't enough, what more do you want?!

"It is said that the captain wants to apply for a 'Sky Fortress' to be assigned to the Eastern Fleet."

"Pfft~"

Frasso nearly spat out his liquor and coughed for a long time before recovering.

He naturally knew about the Sky Fortress; it was a powerful weapon for attacking enemy positions in space warfare. Not only could only a few super military groups on this planet build it, but it was also the core weapon of the Star Pirate Group in the entire outer space.

In typical interstellar warfare, the 'Sky Fortress' is the upper limit.

When did this thing become so worthless?

However, he quickly came to his senses and asked in confusion:

"Building a sky fortress? The materials from this planet alone probably aren't enough. Are you trying to fool me?"

Although he didn't understand why a hunter group could develop to such a level in just three or four years, he knew that the materials from just one planet were definitely not enough to build a war machine of the 'Sky Fortress' caliber.

"It's not enough. In the past, we ordered from outer space through the smuggling channels of 'Tiber Defense,' and the quantities were not large."

Tiber Defense, that top-tier global military conglomerate!?

Frasso opened his mouth, wanting to say how could that be? Even for a former colonial governor like himself, who was once the head of the security force, it was difficult to meet even one of the high-ranking members of such a behemoth.

Angel, oblivious to his thoughts, continued:

"... That's not enough, after all, they have a great need for these alien materials. Fortunately, since Mr. G became the head of the Ghost in the Shell Mobile Department, he has opened up the home city purchase channel to us, which has enabled the development plan to be implemented smoothly."

"..."

Frasso remained silent for a long time.

All other news, however shocking, probably cannot compare to the position of "Chief of the Ghost in the Shell Mobile Division".

The meal passed in silence.

Seeing her father looking like he'd lost his soul, Angel breathed a sigh of relief; she was afraid he was still thinking about revenge.

The former security force is no longer on the same level as the current Dugo Group.

Any hostile actions by the father will only bring shame upon himself in the end.