Taking the Fight to Them!

Will, one of the top executives of CEC, was completely unaware that the fleet he had sent had been wiped out. He was sitting in his high-ranking office, leisurely enjoying afternoon tea.

He enjoys these moments.

This office was also specially chosen by him, with a perfect angle that overlooks the grasslands and Snow Mountain outside the window, especially in the afternoon when the afterglow of the sunset shines on the Snow Mountain, turning them golden.

Such moments, accompanied by a cup of the United Kingdom black tea, are the unique and blissful times that belong to this old gentleman!

Suddenly, a series of hurried sounds shattered this precious moment of happiness.

Will, annoyed at being disturbed, showed a hint of displeasure, and a flash of anger appeared in his deep eyes. He had told him many times that no matter what, he was not allowed to be disturbed at this time.

But after glancing at the contact and seeing that the person requesting the communication was the fleet commander in charge of destroying the Ishimura, Will's anger vanished, and he couldn't help but reveal a look of delight. "We've got news so quickly?"

It has only been two days since he issued the order for the surrounding fleets to wipe out the "rebels" on the Ishimura.

If we also factor in the latency caused by distance in interstellar communication, the speed is already quite fast!

Will was overjoyed; he had eliminated a potential threat for the company—a truly great achievement!

Who knows, he might even use this "merit" to advance further and become a true "decision-maker."

Thinking of this, the last trace of displeasure in Will's heart vanished. He straightened his collar, cleared his throat, and had already thought of how to praise them.

The communication was transferred.

Will didn't even have time to observe before he showered the commander on the projection with praise, "Lieutenant Colonel Rudolf..."

On behalf of CEC's senior management, I thank you for your contributions. We will never forget your efforts. I will also recommend to senior management that you be promoted in terms of authority and position, hoping that you can better serve CEC in the future!

"Woolen cloth.."

Rudolf, the fleet commander in the projection, listened to Will's relentless praise, but only looked embarrassed.

Will had been rambling on for ages, feeling his mouth was dry and his tongue was about to burst, but why wasn't the other side saying anything?

He felt a surge of dissatisfaction. "Lieutenant Colonel Rudolf, I know you have a problem with me, but the matter is resolved, shouldn't we be cheering now?"

Rudolf was even more embarrassed.

Until then, Will, who had been lost in his fantasies of promotion, noticed Rudolf's appearance. He looked rather disheveled, as if he had just been tortured, with a bruised and swollen face and severely distorted features, not at all like a victor.

As for why things turned out this way, he can only blame himself. He insisted on being stubborn in front of the Dark Angels, shouting that there are only commanders who die in battle, not commanders who surrender.

Dark Angels can listen to this?!

If it were a wolf cub, perhaps it would acknowledge your courage and grant you a dignified death, but this is the most demonic former "Fallen Angels"!

So the Dark Angels once again unleashed their most skilled torture techniques. In less than ten minutes, Rudolf was kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face, begging them to stop beating him.

There's no other reason than it's too agonizing!

Interrogation, interrogation... Why the hell don't you start asking me questions first?!

Even Rudolf, who prided himself on his toughness, trembled when he recalled being locked in a dark room and repeatedly beaten by these burly men in black armor.

These guys are pure special forces!

The key point is that even after he bit off his tongue, he was revived by a strange man with implanted machines all over his body, and then he was beaten up again.

Thinking of this, Rudolf burst into tears.

"Lieutenant Colonel Rudolf, what is this—"

Will's heart skipped a beat; he had a bad feeling.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Will, we've been defeated."

Rudolf wiped away his tears, readily admitting defeat. Head bowed, he pursed his chapped lips and said bitterly, "Of the 432 crew members on board, all but 182 who died were captured, and I—was one of them."

As he said this, Rudolf's gaze kept drifting to the side, and you could clearly see the fear in his eyes, as if he was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

The war was lost?!

Will's brain buzzed, as if countless flies were buzzing around, his mind went completely blank, like a rock.

"Lieutenant Colonel Rudolf, you... you're joking with me, aren't you?!" Will's eyes widened in fury, barely suppressing his anger as he stiffly said, "I know you're very unhappy with me, but this concerns the company's future. Don't joke with me!"

Rudolf, his face ashen, replied, "I wish this were a joke, but—it's true. Our fleet was completely wiped out thirty minutes after our encounter with them, Mr. Will."

Thirty minutes -

Will's forehead veins bulged, his eyes widened in fury, and he couldn't help but roar, "Thirty minutes! Thirty minutes! Even if it were three hundred pigs, it would take the other side several hours to catch them! How the hell were you directing this?!"

"Fuck you, fuck you!" Rudolf, rendered speechless, couldn't hold back any longer and began cursing Will's ancestors and mother. "If you hadn't withheld the information, would we have lost so badly? You even called us pigs, saying we lost because of you, you bastard!"

Will was so angry his chest heaved violently, his face turned blue and then purple, and his eyes blazed like a demon's. "Rudolf! I'm firing you!"

"Dismissal?"

Rudolf laughed angrily, "You'd better sit tight first, they're on their way. I want to see how you handle this!"

What?!

Will was shocked. "What did you say? They—are already on their way? What do you mean?"

Rudolf gave a cold laugh.

Then, a young, steady voice came from the side. "It means exactly what it says, Mr. Will."

The camera shifted to the young man with black hair and brown eyes, who smiled and said, "There's an old saying: 'It is impolite not to reciprocate.'"

"You sent your fleet to attack us, only to have it all wiped out. Now it's your turn to reciprocate. I hope you can hold out a little longer."

Even though he was sitting in his office, Will felt a chill run down his spine. Looking into the coldness in the young man's eyes, he couldn't help but shiver.

"No, impossible!"

Will still tried to stay calm, and he mustered his courage to say, "This is the Solar System. Even if you are the United Government, you cannot start a war here without authorization, otherwise you will face a boycott from all of humanity's corporations!"

"A very interesting statement."

Alvin tilted his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and said with interest, "But the question is, who told you—that I'm United Government?"

"You, you're not from the United Government?!"

Will was completely stunned, frozen in place, but then he shook his head frantically. "No, if you're not from the United Government, how do you know about the 'Blood Moon Project,' and how do you have these super soldiers? No other company besides the United Government could possess this technology!"

You're right.

Alvin nodded in agreement. "But unfortunately, I am neither United Government nor any other corporation. I am just a passing-by wandering Rogue Trader. You don't need to understand what Rogue Trader is, because soon—you'll see for yourself."

Just as Will's mind was in a complete mess, he suddenly saw through the window bathed in the glow of the setting sun that streaks of light and flames were tearing through the sky like the end of the world!