Chapter 115

Rothschild is a planet with mineral and military industries as its pillar industries. It is a permanent supply point for the westerly Alliance fleet. More than 80% of the residents directly or indirectly serve various ore companies and military enterprises.

Abandoned mines can be seen everywhere on the dark red earth. Different from the concept of sustainable development in the earth age, today's human beings can freely plunder in the face of such a vast universe.

Once the nature of plunder is aroused and becomes a habit. Then, the desire and worship of power becomes the absolute theme of human survival and evolution.

Red Wing fortress, located in the northwest corner of the eastern continent of rosold, has about 400 permanent Guard troops, a small nuclear power plant and a multi-functional integrated ordnance factory.

The fortress is backed by a dark red mountain, and the firepower arrangement is not strong. After all, the westerly fleet has absolute rule in the Allen system, and basically no local force dares to challenge this authority openly.

Except for three guard towers and an artillery array, there were no other firepower points to be seen.

It's not that the westerly army is unwilling to set up a more stringent protection system, but that it's not necessary at all.

Major Ford is now sitting in his spacious office, flipping through his favorite e-magazine. His expression was so relaxed that he even left his army boots aside and laid his socks off his desk.

Ford enjoyed his present job very much. He was treated as a school official, but he didn't have to work outside. Moreover, the local oil and water is very rich, he just need to move his mouth, money and women will automatically come. Under the protection of the flag of the westerly army, there is no local armed force who dares to fight against the Red Wing fortress. He can't say that he has absolute power of life and death here, but he can also be regarded as running rampant.

He is a local emperor.

It's dusk, and the heat of the stars is rapidly dissipating, and even a little steam can be seen rising slowly on the dark red continental surface. Soon, the cold night will come.

With less than an hour to go from work, Ford left the e-magazine aside and turned on the brain on his desk.

While updating the routine report of today's reconnaissance team, he thought about which lover he would like to spend the night with. Ford has 16 lovers in three nearby towns, and the number is increasing. So it took him at least half an hour to decide which woman to go to.

"Why?" Ford frowned as he looked at the light screen in front of him.

The screen should be full of reconnaissance records at this time, but now it is empty, even without a punctuation mark.

"Damn it All of a sudden, Ford yelled, his fat face trembling with anger.

"These bastards! Don't you even bother to copy and paste? " Although Ford has always been very clear that the daily routine reconnaissance reports are the same copy, but he does not think there is any problem. He is not the kind of harsh abnormal officer. As long as he can face up to the inspection of the superior, he will not mention any other requirements.

However, today's reconnaissance team has undoubtedly crossed Ford's bottom line.

"If you don't write the reconnaissance report, do you want me to write it?"

Ford picked up the wine bottle on the table, poured half a bottle of whisky into his mouth, and then turned on the communication button on the light screen to send a communication request to the investigation team who dared to cross his bottom line.

Time went by, but there was no information coming from the light screen except for the dense snowflake spots and the noise.

Ford's face was uncertain, and his brows tightened.

"Don't even turn on the communicator? Are they crazy? "

Until now, Ford subconsciously thought that these scouts were just absent without permission. He didn't think, and didn't believe, that his soldiers would be in any trouble around here.

However, when he hesitated to call the sergeant in charge of the guard, a sudden alarm sounded out of thin air.

There is no warning sound, so that all people are at a loss. Even, people's everything came so fast that Ford was almost at a loss. He was also an excellent soldier, with good skills and rich experience, but the long period of comfortable life has almost flattened his vigilance to danger.

Just now, he was shocked when he came back to the red fortress.

Almost subconsciously, Ford took out a laser pistol from the drawer that he had never used before. He sat up a little and found that he was still barefoot and not wearing shoes.

There was a wry smile on Ford's face. Now he began to regret his indulgence over the years. He naively thought that the westerly army was so powerful that no one dared to provoke him. The price of such blind self-confidence must be extremely painful.Ford is still barefoot on the floor, not that he doesn't want to wear shoes, but that at this moment, he doesn't dare to make any changes.

The sound of footsteps outside the door became clearer and clearer, as if every step was in the heart of Ford.

The sweat wound down the wrinkles on his face, and Ford's hand with the laser gun trembled slightly. His eyes were staring at the door of the office without blinking. The original dark red alloy door seemed to be printed with a layer of blood color. In Ford's eyes, it was like connecting hell.

There was a sudden noise outside the door, and Ford soon realized that the guards were coming. His heart was beating wildly, and his sweat was dripping on the floor.

"Bang Bang..." A burst of dense gunfire rang out. It was the roar of the standard assault rifles of the westerly army. In such a narrow corridor, the fire coverage of the assault rifles could almost do without any dead angle.

Ford's heart was filled with ecstasy. He believed that even if the guards did not practice their shooting skills, it would be enough to shoot casually with their eyes closed in such a closed space.

However, a scream came from outside the door, pouring Buddha from head to foot like a basin of ice water.

The feeling of cold again hit all over the body. Ford didn't have to open the door to know that all the guards were dead.

The feeling of fighting many years ago seemed to return to his body again. Ford jumped into the back of the sofa, the muzzle of the gun and his right eye were firmly connected, and half of his body was close to the wall.

He slowly adjusted his breathing, narrowed his eyes into a line, and fixed his eyes on the alloy door less than five meters in front.

In his mind, Ford deduced countless possibilities for the enemy to break in, as well as his own response measures. However, as time went by, there was no movement outside. As if the scream just now was just an illusion, nothing happened.

Ford's heart began to fret, he is not a impatient person, but at this time, every minute is a great suffering for him.

He put his ear to the wall beside him and listened carefully for a while. After confirming that there was no movement outside, he tentatively moved forward a few steps.

There was still silence outside.

At last, Ford stood up slowly, but the muzzle of the gun was still firmly locked on the alloy door, and his legs were slightly bent to move at any time.

The sweat had already soaked Ford's clothes and stuck them to his body, revealing his slightly fat figure. He moved his stiff shoulders a little, then walked cautiously towards the door with his gun.

Although he hesitated, Ford still came to the door of the alloy door. Somehow, he always had a feeling that the strange intruder was no longer outside.

Where did he go? Disappeared?

Ford kept thinking in his heart. At this moment, all the light screens suspended in the office had already turned gray, but Ford didn't notice. He focused all his attention on the door in front of him and the unknown intruder outside.

Ford touched the button on the wall with his elbow, then quickly flashed aside and pointed the muzzle of the gun firmly at the alloy gate.

"Shua..." The alloy door moved at a constant speed. I don't know if it was due to any illusion. Ford always felt that the door opened much slower than usual.

The corridor outside the door was dark at this time. The emergency lights embedded in the wall were smashed one by one. The whole corridor was like an endless black hole, which made Ford feel a sense of depression.

Run away?

After staring at the dark corridor for a long time, Ford always found it hard to believe.

Wait!

Ford's eyes suddenly fell on the door, and a rectangular box came into his eyes.

PT composite explosive!

Just as Ford magnified and magnified those words in his mind, the window at the end of the corridor suddenly broke.

A little red light flickered, Ford's eyes had not made any response, the alloy bullet full of great kinetic energy had already hit the rectangular box under his feet.

In an instant, the huge shock wave engulfed the last point of Ford's consciousness.

"Damn..." That's how Ford's eyes before he died.