The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 551 Shocking News
At that moment, a contest of speeds was also taking place not far away, hundreds of light-years away.

"Colonel, they're moving very fast, their aim is off, and their attacks are all lagging behind. If they continue attacking like this, I'm afraid it will..." He feared it would lead to irreparable consequences. The rebels were insignificant, but the important figures they were trying to rescue were still inside.

The young officer remained expressionless, his deep, dark eyes sharp and cold as he stared intently at the energy detection map projected by the central instrument.

He didn't speak, his gaze following the fluctuating energy curves, then suddenly stopped, his pupils dilating slightly: "Stop—"

Instantly, all the personnel in the entire cabin who were coordinating the control of the starship stopped, and all the noise seemed to disappear in that instant.

"Main ship, stay put. Vanguard 1 to 4, advance first... The original plan was to deploy the entire RV-747 fighter force, advancing from the temporary C, G, L, and Q battle lines... All variant starboards, move horizontally to intercept, be sure to cut off their jump folding lines... Also, heavy box boats, drop them at designated points, and ensure energy supply..." The young man arranged the deployment methodically, but judging from his mobilization of the forces of each unit as if taking stock, the situation had reached its most critical moment.

The brief pause lasted only a short time. Following the young officer's command, everyone seemed to receive the correct signal and sprang into action. Each person began to move methodically, assisting their assigned section of the operation.

However, the person in charge who issued a series of instructions suddenly went silent at this moment.

Just when people thought he would remain calm and collected until the end, the other party suddenly turned around.

If Jiang Hui were present, she would probably recognize this person as Colonel Zong Ting, who has not shown his face since their last meeting.

Marshal An... or so?

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"Damn it!" The young man's expression turned sinister.

"Did you do something?!" The boy, who was forcibly held between two A-level Awakened individuals, was covered in blood, his arms limp and collapsed. The two people beside him were gripping his shoulders with a grip strong enough to strangle him, and his entire shoulder blade seemed to be slightly bent into a twisted inverted arc.

His limbs and neck were encased in strange rings that flickered with an ominous light.

"Go to the control room, I'll oversee things myself. They can't possibly know all our jump points, they've only caught a few dummy points. Change course... we'll change course immediately, and once we jump to the next point, they won't be able to find us anymore."

"Gather everyone immediately and make arrangements... Also, tell those guys to stop wandering around and get them all to the control room right now."

The young man muttered to himself as if he were in a trance. He kept giving orders, and a group of people behind him were busy relaying them to various places.

But will things really go as she wishes?

There were hurried footsteps approaching, and the other person made no attempt to hide, running forward quickly.

The footsteps drew nearer, and a figure appeared a moment later—an informant. His face was filled with urgency; upon seeing the young man, he cried out as if he'd seen a savior: "Marshal, Marshal—"

The young man called Marshal An immediately had a bad feeling. Then he heard the other party say in a panic that their entire jump line had been cut off laterally, and that the enemy had launched a full-scale attack and was rapidly closing in on them, about to surround them...

The usually composed young man suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, realizing that he had lost control of his emotions more than he had in the past decades combined. He had never suffered such a great loss before; this was truly a Waterloo in his life.

Not only is it uncertain whether he can escape this time, but even if he does... he doesn't know how those old guys will laugh at him, and they might even use this opportunity to suppress him. No, now is not the time to think about this. What should he do?
The young man made a quick decision, instructing the others to go to the control room first, especially to notify those who were present. Then he led a small team, along with the person who had temporarily lost consciousness, in another direction. Changing course was impossible now, but there was still a way for him to escape. So, I apologize, everyone—

As for the person behind him, regardless of whether it was the other party's doing or not, he had played him for so many days and made An Mou play along for so many days... it was time to pay the price.

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The boy huddled motionless in the dark, enclosed space.

His eyelashes were soaked in some kind of viscous liquid, and a faint, foul smell of blood could be detected.

Before the blood could dry and clump on the old layer, fresh, warm blood would wash over the eyelids, making them feel itchy and a little uneasy.

In the darkness, a pair of weary eyes darted around, then closed as if in vain, it was unclear whether they didn't want to move or couldn't.

Feeling the rising temperature below and a radiating pain in his back, even the most tolerant person couldn't help but groan.

I don't know whether to be thankful that person didn't kill him with a single shot, or to sigh... This Marshal An is indeed as rumored as a master of torture, whether it's the initial torture, the various grueling methods he uses to test him in the later stages, or even now—

Even though their stronghold was about to be raided, they still remembered to take him along as a burden. Before running away, they deliberately forgot to take their subordinates who were used as bait, but in the end, they still remembered to give him, the "culprit," a proper ending.

Although Huan Xian had prepared himself for sacrifice and was waiting for his fate, he never imagined it would be in this way.

"It'll look terrible, won't it?" the boy thought somewhat casually.

He wondered if he would be able to return looking presentable. If he could, he just hoped the military would give him a decent makeover; he really didn't want to meet them like this.

And that person… not a single word he left for her was what he truly wanted to say. If only he hadn't given her the secret chain in the first place, he should have just disappeared quietly from her life, sparing her the pain.

But given the other person's personality, they probably won't be... sad for too long?
He felt his entire back, waist, legs, and even his legs go from pain to excruciating pain, and then to numbness and loss of sensation. His consciousness gradually became blurred.

"boom--"

A loud bang rang in his ears, and light burst through instantly. Large sections of the wall collapsed, and small fragments accidentally flew out, leaving deep scratches on his red-hot arms, making the scene even more shocking.

They finally made it.

It seemed as if someone sprayed a large amount of cool liquid gas around him, instantly stabilizing his excessively high temperature.

Someone held his neck firmly, allowing him to barely breathe and speak: "You need immediate resuscitation; you cannot sleep."

“...Go...go back...in Asia...Western...there is an inside man.”

(End of this chapter)