Further investigation revealed that these guys were bounty hunters who took on missions from the black market.
With the current craze for the " Hoi-Poi Capsule," and the high bounty offered, there are always bounty hunters willing to risk their lives for the money to try their luck.
Turles thought for a moment and said, "Those guys are hiding their Power Level and sneaking in; it's still impossible to guard against them all."
"Since it's impossible to completely eliminate danger, we might as well increase security efforts!"
"After all, the absolutely safe special zone is our trademark!"
"So, can your Defender do it?"
He noticed Turles casting a glance at him.
Dr. Gero's expression turned serious. "You're insulting me, sir!"
"Although the Defender are only mass-produced, their Power Level of 10,000 is more than enough to replace the security patrol team."
"No, no, no, of course it can't completely replace them, that would make the security patrols lose their jobs!" Turles quickly shook his head, paused slightly, and continued, "How about this, equip each patrol team with a Defender, that way you won't need to build so many, and you can have more time to continue your research, which is a win-win situation."
Dr. Gero nodded. "That makes things even easier. With the help of Mr. Reiz and Mr. Lakasei, give me two months... no, one month will be enough!"
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Doctor!"
"It is my duty!" Dr. Gero said respectfully.
He turned to leave.
Turles hesitated for a moment, then called him back before he left.
"Wait a minute, Doctor!"
"Hmm... I... I feel like you've changed a lot lately!"
"... You know, that sincere look... isn't like you at all."
Dr. Gero smiled and pointed to his head.
"As you've probably noticed, I've transformed myself. Over the past year, you've helped me rediscover that pure sense of direction I had in the Red Ribbon Army!"
"I feel your great ideals! Frieza Force is not your end! This is the commander the Red Ribbon Army should follow!"
"I have rediscovered my faith! I have rediscovered the faith of the Red Ribbon Army!"
"I know you've always been worried about me, so I implanted the ultimate program in my brain!" Dr. Gero maintained his smile, as if he didn't care about his superior's past suspicions.
" The Red Ribbon Army will forever follow your guidance, Commander!"
"If you don't believe me, you can have Miss Bulma examine me!"
Now that things have come to this point, even if Turles truly has doubts, it's difficult to verify them.
That's so hurtful!
At worst, I'll just ask Eternal Dragon later...
Turles smiled calmly.
"Thank you so much, Doctor!"
"I've seen it all – you've poured your heart and soul into the legion this past year. How could I possibly doubt you?"
"Go ahead and get back to work," Turles said with a friendly smile.
Dr. Gero bowed slightly.
The Red Ribbon Army stands with you, sir!
After he left the room, Turles fell into deep thought.
This person's prejudice is like a mountain!
It's not so easy to move.
I'll eventually find some time to go to Planet Namek and ask...
Unlike Turles ' brief moment of worry.
At the headquarters of Heeters Group.
Fine beads of sweat on Oil's forehead gleamed in the cold light.
"Brother..." his voice was hoarse, "This is too risky. Slug has a terrible reputation in the West Galaxy. How much can we trust what he says? If he fails, Frieza's wrath will first fall on us..."
Maki gently tapped the crystal glass with a silver spoon, producing a crisp "ding" sound.
" Oil, you only see the risks." A mocking smile played on her lips. "Even if we could actually defeat Frieza, I don't believe Slug would let us take over Frieza Force."
Maki turned to look at Elec, who was in the main seat, her gaze sharp.
"Big brother, do you think what I said is right?"
Jass, who had been silent all along, never participated in such topics; these were things her older siblings had to worry about.
A suffocating silence fell over the dining table once again.
Elec finally moved.
He picked up his wine glass and drank the blood-red liquid inside in one gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing.
The previous wavering seemed to have been washed away.
"Actually," Elec began slowly, "If we can really defeat Frieza, even if Slug doesn't keep his promise, we can accept it."
Maki raised an eyebrow.
Oil also awaited Elec's response.
"I have a feeling," Elec's gaze swept over his brothers and sisters, finally settling on the void, as if piercing through the thick alloy walls of the secret chamber, "That Frieza has already decided to kill us."
"Maybe it's because we really didn't clean up a mess sometime ago..."
Oil's face turned even paler.
"Then, then we..."
"He's not moving against us now,"
Elec interrupted him, a cold glint in his eyes.
"I guess they want to figure out our customer network and resource channels first, or... wait for a suitable opportunity to uproot us and take over what we've worked so hard to build over the years."
Maki chuckled, leaned back in her chair, and crossed her arms.
"So, brother, you want to borrow Slug as a weapon? To take a gamble?"
"I suppose so." Elec nodded, his tone resolute.
"Instead of sitting idly by and waiting to be disposed of like trash by Frieza, we should take the initiative and seize a chance to live. Slug wants to use us, so why can't we use him?"
"If he really does kill Frieza, we should promptly ask the King Cold to come out of retirement and restore the King Cold Force to its former glory. I think the King Cold should have no reason to refuse..."
"Wouldn't we be doing a great service then! Maybe we could even make a fortune!"
"In short, whether it's Slug or King Cold, as long as Frieza isn't in charge, our Heeters Group won't be in dire straits."
"And if Slug is killed by Frieza, we'll just be dealt with prematurely..."
"We'll have to escape sooner or later, so we might as well prepare now..."
Upon hearing this, Maki pondered for a moment and gradually began to nod.
"Big brother is indeed big brother. Since you've thought of everything so thoroughly, then let big brother make the arrangements!"
Oil and Jass both nodded.
Even if this decision might drag the entire family into an abyss of no return.
But sometimes, there isn't much room for hesitation.
The betting game has begun. The stakes are on the entire Heeters Group, and the bookmakers are two behemoths from different universes.
Although it was a desperate gamble, the Heeters Family always aimed to profit from both sides!
We won't lose!
That's their style!
After this family dinner, perhaps we should prepare for the worst...