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In the vast void, a magnificent interstellar battleship is quietly docked.

It is like a mysterious fortress made of steel, exuding an awe-inspiring and powerful aura.

However, at this moment, Ron, the owner of the battleship, was in an extremely bad mood as if he was shrouded in dark clouds.

Ron was wearing a neat commander's uniform, with his hands tightly behind his back. His brows were furrowed on his stern face, and his deep eyes revealed deep worry and anxiety.

He stood motionless on the bridge of the battleship, staring through the huge transparent porthole at the vast and mysterious void outside, as if trying to find a possible clue.

Behind him, a group of subordinates stood trembling, not daring to make a sound. The entire bridge was filled with a tense and depressing atmosphere.

These subordinates knew very well that their leader was in a very bad mood at the moment, and any carelessness might lead to his wrath.

"Leader, we've checked, but we still haven't found the target. The signal we sent hasn't received any response, as if it fell on deaf ears."

A subordinate stepped forward cautiously, head lowered, and reported the situation with a slightly trembling voice.

Ron was silent for a long time, and the oppressive silence made the atmosphere on the entire bridge even more solemn.

Finally, he slowly said, "What do you think would be the reason for this?"

The subordinates looked at each other, and everyone had a look of embarrassment on their face.

They are well aware of the importance of this question and the consequences of answering it poorly.

After a while, one of them mustered up the courage to say, "Then the target must not be here."

"Isn't the target here?" Ron murmured, his voice full of confusion and unwillingness.

His gaze turned to the void again, and his thoughts surged like a tide.

If the target is really not here, what should he do?

His purpose in coming to this void was to awaken the Doomsday and let it help him destroy the Star Fleet.

Doomsday is the most powerful weapon in his hand and the key to realizing his ambitions.

But now, the Doomsday has disappeared?

This is hell.

"Could it be that it left?" Ron thought to himself.

When Ron took over the Doomsday, he already knew that it was a humanoid machine with terrifying combat power and super intelligence.

To this day, he has not forgotten the unique and beautiful figure of the Doomsday. Beneath the cold metal shell, there is endless power hidden.

Each of its movements is full of precision and efficiency, and each attack can bring a devastating blow.

Its super intelligence is even more amazing, able to quickly analyze various complex situations and make the most wise decisions.

Since it is a humanoid machine and is super intelligent, it seems not impossible for it to leave suddenly.

However, the Doomsday was clearly in a dormant state. If anyone wanted to activate it, they had to rely on Ron because only he knew the activation code.

But now?

Not only did the Doomsday disappear, he didn't even find any clues.

This made Ron extremely confused and angry.

Ron's mood grew heavier, and he was unwilling to give up just like that.

He has spent a lot of time and energy here to find the Doomsday.

His fleet searched everywhere in the void and sent countless signals, but never received any response.

"If this continues, how can I destroy the Star Fleet?" Ron's heart was filled with anxiety.

Star Fleet is his current biggest rival and has always been a major concern for him.

He knew very well that only by relying on the powerful force of Doomsday could he have a chance to defeat the Star Fleet and realize his hegemony.

But now, the disappearance of Doomsday has put his plan in a huge dilemma.

"Leader, there is an external communication." The voice of a subordinate broke the silence of the command center.

"Take it!" Ron ordered decisively.

The communication screen lit up instantly, and Ron saw that it was his female secretary.

Her face was very anxious, with beads of sweat on her forehead, and her eyes revealed deep worry.

"What happened?" Ron asked in a deep voice, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

"Leader, something's wrong." The secretary's voice was hurried and nervous. "Duweier not only announced that he had solved the problem of the Doomsday, but also announced that he would soon launch attacks on other planets."

"Damn it!" Ron cursed angrily.

He slammed his fist on the podium, making a dull sound.

He didn't expect Du Weier to do such a thing at this time.

As for Duwell, he said he solved the problem of the Doomsday.

Ha ha.

Ron didn't believe it at all.

"Du Weier, you really think I'm easy to bully?"

"Leader!" The subordinates looked at Ron, waiting for his instructions.

"Okay, I understand. I'll go back right away."

Ron was very annoyed and knew he had to go back.

But he didn't want to leave like this. What if he had gotten the wrong place?

He was unwilling to give up the opportunity to find the Doomsday.

So Ron gave the order to dispatch several search ships.

"Send more search ships to continue investigating this area of ​​the void."

"Yes."

Soon after, a search ship quickly sailed into the void and began to carry out the search mission.

Ron stood on the bridge, watching the departing search ship, praying silently in his heart that the Doomsday could be found.

He knew that only by finding the Doomsday would he have a chance to fight against Duwell and defend his own strength.

These search ships also have the best signal receiving and sending capabilities and detection capabilities, so there should be no problem leaving it to them.

Ron thought to himself: "After we find it, we can just let it destroy these search ships."

He knew very well how powerful the Doomsday was. Once activated, these search ships would be vulnerable to it.

But its confidentiality is also very important.

Then, after arranging everything, Ron returned to the Supreme Building.

He knew that he had to formulate a strategy to deal with Duville as soon as possible while waiting for news from the search ship.

After returning to the Supreme Building, Ron immediately convened his think tank to discuss countermeasures.

This time, he did not plan to summon other federal senior officials.

The atmosphere in the conference room was tense and serious.

Everyone looked solemn, thinking about how to deal with the current crisis.

"Leader, we must prepare for defense as soon as possible to prevent Duwell's attack." A think tank suggested.

"Leader, if we can't find the Doomsday, it will be difficult to withstand Duville's attack even if we are well prepared for defense." Another think tank expressed a different opinion.

Ron became increasingly annoyed as he listened to their discussion, because he realized that this think tank was actually a bunch of good-for-nothings.

Ron felt like he was going crazy. "Oh my God, my Doomsday, where are you?"