The images that shocked Speaker Ross did not last long.

But just after Speaker Duss finished saying that, the picture disappeared abruptly.

"What about the back?"

Speaker Ross, whose face was slightly distorted, also changed his voice.

"Nope."

"It in the pool of blood should be the leader."

"At that time, I was able to record those scenes by invading the smart watch on Speaker Duss through the positioning of his speaker."

"I don't know if Speaker Dooss noticed something unusual or something else, but the connection I made by the invasion was suddenly broken."

"I was also shocked at that time, and after calming down, I didn't dare to invade the first-level network of Star Hunter again."

Pakrit hurriedly responded.

Then came a long silence.

After about a few minutes, Speaker Ross, who at least calmed down, looked at Pakrit and asked solemnly, "Who else knows about this." ”

Shaking his head, Pakrit said, "There was no one else, I thought about it for a long time, and I didn't know who to tell or who to believe. You have always been at odds with Speaker Doese on different issues in Parliament, so I have chosen to share this information with you. ”

"Good."

"You stay there, I'll send someone to pick you up right away."

"We don't have much time left, and we have to make a decision right away."

With that, Speaker Ross held out his hand.

The three-dimensional projection disappeared, and Pakrit let out a long breath before sitting down.

This matter is not just a stone pressing on his heart, it is simply a poisonous blade resting on his heart.

Although he was the most famous and upright observer in the "Hidden Galaxy", and had been detained for reporting on the misdeeds of several councilors, it was only when he encountered such a major and even terrifying thing that Parkinstar realized that he really couldn't do anything.

In the form of a live broadcast, Pakrit was sure that he would be directly banned by the intelligent system if he couldn't say a few words, and then there was an official explanation that it was just a lie.

The dark side of the media is well known, and Parkrit knows it better than many others.

But he didn't do anything, and seeing that tomorrow's "Blood Sacrifice Day" was no longer just about killing some other creatures to sacrifice their ancestors, but using the lives of countless clansmen to sacrifice blood, and Pakrit couldn't do it.

Now that Speaker Ross is of great prestige in Parliament, and now that the problem is transferred to him, Pakrit feels at least at ease.

As for how Speaker Ross would react, it was no longer for Pakrit to interfere, all he had to do now was pray that Speaker Ross could settle everything peacefully.

No matter how bad it is, just igniting the flames of war in the star hunt is the best outcome, even if Pakrit thinks it's unlikely.

Pakrit, who was lost in thought, didn't notice that in the ventilation duct above his head, a worm about the thickness of his hair and the length of his fingers suddenly crawled in along the fence.

The slender worm was completely black, and after crawling out of the ventilation duct, its body arched high in the middle, and dozens of pairs of feet flicked violently, but it landed silently on Pakrit's shoulder.

She didn't feel the squirming of her feet, but Pakrit seemed to feel something.

He looked down at the work platform in front of him, but the light screen that was still working just now didn't know when it was turned off.

Pakrit's professionalism led to Pakrit's sensitivity, and he looked at his wrist with a grim expression.

The smartwatch flashes a faint red warning, and the icon with no signal on the narrow screen flashes incessantly.

His face changed suddenly, and Pakrit, who immediately thought of something, stood up suddenly.

But before he could turn his head to look at the floor-to-ceiling window behind him, the worm bounced up again, burrowing through his ear.

Feeling a pain in his ears, Pacrete didn't have time to stretch out his hand to cover his ear, and the whole person fell down like a wooden stake.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a miniature flying machine floats silently.

After Patrick fell, the craft turned around and quickly disappeared into the night.

Cars come and go in the night sky, and everyone in the "Sarnagar" is preparing for tomorrow's "Blood Sacrifice Day".

No one knows what Pakrit went through, just as not many people know what will happen tomorrow on the "Day of the Blood Sacrifice."

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"Fleet refurbishment? Full day off? ”

"That's right, the notice just went down from above."

"Did you hear it right, Blood Sacrifice Day is held every year, and there has never been a holiday for all the staff in any year?"

The only fleet in the "Hidden Galaxy", several crew members were gossiping boredly, and went to get excited because of the excited words of a crew member who had just entered.

"All warships and spaceships in the fleet will be routinely maintained and refurbished, and all crew members will be assembled according to their positions, and we will arrange transport ships to take you out of the fleet."

"This overhaul was done by the Brain and the Automa, so we didn't leave any crew on board."

"Repeated notice, routine maintenance and refurbishment of all warships and spaceships in the fleet......"

At this moment, the soft voice of Zhi's brain sounded in the ears of those sailors.

Although some could not understand such an unprecedented order, the crew members excitedly packed up their personal belongings and began to assemble according to their place of origin.

At the same time, in the sky above the "cyborg production center" of several planetary companions of the "hidden galaxy", the overwhelming "cyborgic lifeforms" received orders and flew back.

These "cyborg lifeforms" are not like the "pets" necessary for the daily life of the "Sarnagar" people, but they are all combat units.

There was only a short time left, and almost all of the combat "cyborg lifeforms" were assembled, contained, or imprisoned.

"All members of the fleet are on vacation? Leave no one behind? ”

"I wonder, whose decision was this?"

"What? Speaker Ross? ”

"I'll contact Speaker Ross right away, and I'll ask him what he wants to do?"

Angrily ending the video call with the fleet commander, Speaker Mogg called up Speaker Ross's personal intercom number and was about to send a communication connection request.

With a "poof", a sharp blade slammed down the top of Speaker Mogg's head.

The half-arm-long blade stabbed almost all of his head, and Speaker Mogg, whose body twitched violently, rolled his eyes and collapsed on the chair.

At this time, the assistant to the speaker walked up to him.

At least with the aesthetic beauty of the "Sarnaga" people with a very beautiful face bowed, the assistant looked at the speaker who was still spasming and twitching, but said with a smile: "It's time for the Sarnaga to make a change, in order to avoid more bloodshed, so it's time for you old stubborns to die." ”

With that, the assistant reached out and pulled out the blade, turned around and walked outside.

Outside in the office, there are still some people waiting for her to deal with.

The assistant also knew that on this night, there must be more people doing the same thing as her.

And these people must be like her, firmly believing that under the leadership of the "leader", under the leadership of Speaker Ross and Doos, etc., the "Sarnagar people" will surely regain their glory.