"That's a slave trader. He has enough spaceships to transport everyone at once."
Having said this, the waiter looked hesitant on his face: "The only problem His price is much lower than others."
Stebeson put down the fork he just picked up and said unhappily: "How low is it?"
"That guy is very cunning. Although he has good credit, he is not likeable."
The waiter tried hard to find words that would not overly irritate Stebeson: "For the same "a" goods, he is only willing to pay one-fifth of the normal market price, or even less."
No matter whether it is the Federation or the Pan-Union, all prisons will secretly buy and sell prisoners. According to different levels of strength and skills, the prisoners are classified like Quintessa Planet, with different selling prices.
"one fifth?"
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Stebeson screamed in anger: "Why doesn't he go and rob him? Is there anyone doing business with him at this price? I will never sell it! I will never sell it¡ª¡ª"
The waiter had a wry smile on his face. He had obviously expected such a behavior from his master. But now he could only wait until Stebeson's anger gradually subsided and his constantly heaving chest regained its calmness before he spoke again: "So, I have always listed him as a candidate on the list of people to buy and sell. But then again, instead of killing more than 200,000 prisoners at once, it is better to sell them at a low price. Although the money is small, it can always be put in the banknotes in the pocket. As for the corpses Even if we dispose of them all, it will cost a lot of money."
Angry as hell, Stebeson is not a brainless idiot. He is very aware of the conflicts of interest involved.
"Okay! Get in touch with him immediately. As long as he can transport everyone away before midnight today, no matter how low the price is I will admit it."
Six hours later, five medium-sized transport ships took off from the huge round flat roof of Tartarus and quickly moved away in the direction of the planet Quintessa.
Sang Kun has become the best slave trader under Zhao Yi. Thanks to the various institutional gaps between the Federation and the Pan-Union, the number of slaves sold to Zhao Yi by his hands. It has reached more than 300 million. In addition to a large amount of money, he also received a special pass issued by Zhao Yi that allowed him to travel freely within the federal territory. To a certain extent, this has become his greatest reliance in helping people like Stebeson solve their "trouble."
Fleets full of prisoners did not fly directly to ag64 - it is not as safe as it was a few years ago. The Federal Military Intelligence Service has set up a large number of monitors around major waterways. Although there are disguised pirates who are constantly destroying it, the number and scale of spacecraft entering and leaving the planet can be recorded to a certain extent. As a last resort, Zhao Yi could only set up a new training base on the planet Quintessa to brainwash the slaves there. Then transfer it to the Alpha system.
Most of the prisoners in the federal territory were convicted of crimes due to financial problems. They are different from true murderous jumpers. Many people are actually good in nature, but they are classified as prisoners due to the environment and system
Yang Shuchen felt that his body was very weak and he did not even have the strength to stand up.
¡°He hasn¡¯t eaten for six days¡ªsome of the rules of Tartarus prison are obviously contrary to the federal judicial system. For these hundreds of thousands of prisoners who had just been escorted from the fortress planet, the prison did not torture them without authorization, but in terms of food. Just providing cold water so that they would not die of thirst is one of the most basic conditions for survival.
Stebeson sat in the warden's office and looked at Yang Shuchen with interest through the surveillance camera.
"A general Hehehehe! I really didn't expect that he would be a general."
With his stubby fingers, he kept fiddling with the major general badge that he took off his shoulder. Stebeson carefully wiped off the dust on the surface of the golden five-pointed star. The careful expression on his face seemed to be looking at a priceless treasure.
"I am also a federal soldier. Why is the highest military rank awarded to the warden by the federal government only a major general, and not a lieutenant general, a general, or even a general? The contribution I have made on this ungrateful planet is no more than that of those high-ranking big shots. Less. Why can only they get medals? Why can only they get promotions and titles? Why can they bark at me like dogs? But I can't treat them as toys, pinch them at will, do whatever I want, Just do whatever you want"
Stebeson¡¯s idea is very wonderful, and it also represents his level.layer of subjective consciousness of most people.
It¡¯s not that he has no experience of insulting people more senior than himself - every year, a group of senior federal officials are tried and convicted for various reasons. They may be involved in corruption or bribery, or they may be implicated in some scandal. Also espionage, treason, dereliction of duty. . . . . . Wait for a series of charges. A large number of them were once influential figures in the federal media. Of course, there are people above them who may have committed more sins than they did. But in order to maintain social order. In order for federal citizens to feel the government's efforts to strengthen clean government, some officials must give up their existing positions. . . . . . This way. The public's trust in the government has been virtually enhanced, and the freed power can be divided among others. As for those officials who were tried for crimes, all their corruption gains, including their family property, were confiscated by the government. If you consider it purely from the perspective of profit, they are actually pigs raised by the federal government.
Directors, ministers, members of parliament. . . . . . Stebeson has dealt with these people more than once. When he landed in Tarta, he played with all types of women and humiliated every man he was interested in. These colorful "big toys" once made him feel extremely obsessed. However, Stebeson had begun to feel tired of playing games like cutting his belly with a knife, draining his intestines and watching the injured slowly die. As he grew older, he gradually felt incompetent in various types of physical interactions with women. Especially when he is tired of playing with everyone from young girls to old women, it is really difficult for him to make his reproductive organs become strong again towards a certain target. . . . . . At this time, he can only look for other stimulation and set his life goals as the pursuit of money, as well as higher status and power.
The arrival of this new batch of prisoners gave him additional abusive thoughts. The reason is simple¡ª¡ªYang Shuchen, who was once the commander of the Federation¡¯s Fourth Fleet. He is the highest-ranking person among the prisoners. It was only because of him that Stebeson felt that the special torture instruments he invented should be tested again on this admiral.
Hunger is one of Stebeson¡¯s original ways of combining nutrition. He must first empty the test subject's stomach and then inject the energy solution to keep him alive. Under the stimulation of strong hunger, the response ability of the nervous system is also faster than usual. The feeling of pain is naturally more acute.
Stebeson has already thought of a series of ways to deal with Yang Shuchen¡ªcutting off his hands and feet. Attach the paws of a lion or a cow or a horse. Cut off the genitals and install mechanical products. Or synthetic substitutes. By injecting high-concentration hormones, he is allowed to mate with his immediate family members or some kind of animal. . . . . .
"This sounds really outrageous. But in Tartarus, it is one of the ways many prison guards pass their boring time - although it belongs to the civilized world, it is not bound by a moral framework and laws. What's more, when prisoners complete their sentences, they will still be exiled as industrial civilians. As long as the mortality rate does not exceed 60%. Stebeson will not be prosecuted for "malfeasance" by the Federal Police Service and will remain firmly in the position of prison director
Yang Shuchen on the holographic screen has already sat up from the bed. It wasn't because he felt the threat of death approaching, or he suddenly had the strength necessary to maintain his activities - the door on the surveillance screen was pushed open from the outside, and an old man escorted by two federal soldiers walked in. What caught Yang Shuchen's attention was the soup bowl he was holding flat in his hand. From the angle of the surveillance camera, you can see that there is light yellow polenta inside.
"These damn guys are so haunted It's really disappointing. My favorite toy is gone like this Oh! I have to find new fun, otherwise, my The brain becomes rusty. The mind grinds to a halt."
The old man on the screen is Zhou Yiming. Even if Stebeson had the courage, he would never dare to continue the unfinished game at this time.
He had just arrived in Tartarus this morning. After learning about the situation of Yang Shuchen and all the prisoners of war, he immediately called Stebeson, scolded him, and ordered the prison to immediately resume the food supply to the prisoners, in terms of quantity and nutrition. shall not be reduced. In Zhou Yiming's words: "If I know this happens again, Tartarus will have a new warden. As for youthe military court does not mind trying a major general who does not deserve the name."
The polenta is very thick, has a light buttery aroma and salty taste, and has a very pungent burnt taste.
Yang Shuchen is certainly not unfamiliar with this - most of the federal army's combat rations are packaged and heated automatically. This is the effect of thermal expansion of the plastic in a short period of time. This kind of thing belongs to the rations of the field troops.When he was a junior officer, he was young. Didn't eat less.
? To be honest, the taste of this colloidal polenta is indeed not very good. But it provides enough nutrients and is easy to eat.
Yang Shuchen did not raise any objections to the diet. He just swallowed the yellowish paste. He also knew very well that his intestines and stomach could no longer bear meaty solid food.
Zhou Yiming sat across from the dining table, lit up a cigarette, took a puff, turned the cigarette butt, and handed it over. Yang Shuchen did not refuse, he took it and sucked hard without saying a word.
Just like the process of integrating the Sixth Fleet, the Fourth Fleet was also controlled by the Marine Division. If dozens of fully armed soldiers had not rushed into the office and aimed at themselves with cold and black muzzles, Yang Shuchen would not have done anything. Will believe this is true.
"I admit that I lost. I don't feel wronged, including the old Mogre who has been killed. I believe he also agrees with my statement. We all know that you are very cunning, but you are deceived by some superficial things. We I always think that the military does not have the strength to control the fleet, but I forget that the marines are the real killers I have nothing to say about this."
Yang Shuchen did not feel that he would be forgiven. He is well aware of the brutal killings between power transfer and interest disputes. In this respect, the civilized world is far more cruel than the savages. What's more, when he first climbed up from the rank of junior officer, many people died at his hands.
Zhou Yiming sighed quietly and said: "You have implicated a large number of people. In addition to the prisoners of war who were escorted to Tartarus with you, about 300,000 people were killed in the conflict."
"Isn't that exactly the result you want?"
Yang Shuchen puffed out a puff of smoke and looked at him sarcastically: "The structure of power needs to be cleaned. You can't allow the cronies of the former fleet commander to continue to serve as commanders. Anyway, the Federation has a lot of people, and as many as they die will be recruited. Military The academy graduates more than 100,000 people every year. They are all young, and they all admire old and immortal generals like you. To them, you are a living legend and the most worthy of allegiance."
"Now we are arguing about this. Does it make sense?"
Zhou Yiming narrowed his eyes and asked.
¡°I just want to say everything I want to say while I¡¯m alive.¡±
"Don't you think you are guilty?"
After a few seconds of silence, Zhou Yiming's voice began to become cold.
"Hahahaha This question is really interesting."
Yang Shuchen sneered: "What crime am I guilty of? From the day I joined the federal army, I have understood what fighting for power is. I need to climb higher and get more. To achieve my wish, the person who occupies the position must completely get out of the way. Come down. Look at yourself. Isn't that what you did? Yes, I did have the idea of ????wanting to commit suicide. But what about you? You have launched war after war, starting with the Pan-United Federation decades ago. Since the beginning of the large-scale conflict, you have continuously provoked conflicts between the Empire and the Federation. Every time it was settled, it was at the cost of hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of lives. You spared no effort to consume all the ** fleets With your own strength, kill all the people who oppose the Federation Well! Even that boy named Zhao Yi is still kept in the dark by you. Don't think that I don't know anything - At that time, it was You modified the battle plan, creating a gap on the flanks of the battle line. Pan-Union seized the opportunity to invest heavily in the S12 Fortress. In front of him. You have always been a kind elder, but in your heart, you are more powerful than anyone else. A brutal killer."
Zhou Yiming looked at him calmly and sneered indifferently. Then, a smile appeared on his face again: "Tartarus is a very scary place. The prisoners who come out from here are either corpses or industrial civilians."
"Are you threatening me?"
Yang Shuchen swallowed the last mouthful of polenta. Pushing the plate aside, he raised his head and stared fiercely at the federal chief of staff.
"I'm just telling you this fact that we both know."
Zhou Yiming's smile was very intimidating: "More than 200,000 prisoners of war were escorted over at the same time as you. More than 50,000 of them are your subordinates. If a purge order is issued, their families will not be spared. You know. I never believe in the idea that criminal law only targets individuals. Only serial imprisonment is the most effective deterrent method. Once the families of these people are implicated the number of people killed may exceed 500,000 or 600,000. ."
"What do you want to know?"
Yang Shuchen¡¯s expression was very calm.
"The Fourth Fleet has a total of ten squadrons. Among them, nine fleets were controlled by the military at the first time. We have not found the whereabouts of the Third Squadron, nor have we received any relevant signals."The planning form in the command center showed that they were conducting formation training at the time. You must know the whereabouts of these battleships. "
Without waiting for the other party to answer, Zhou Yiming added: "In addition, multiple supplementary lists from the Logistics Headquarters list the Fourth Fleet's over-receipt of warships in the name of battle losses. The total number is about 100,000. Including the missing No. 1 warship. The ninth squadron is a total of 150,000 shipsI am very curious, where are they?"
Yang Shuchen looked at him for a few seconds and smiled very strangely: "What do you think?"
¡°I don¡¯t like to joke about this kind of thing¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±
Zhou Yiming put away his smile and said calmly and seriously: "You don't have to die, but you must be sentenced to life imprisonment. This is the only condition I can agree to you."
Yang Shuchen looked at the wrinkled face of the other party and the slightly cloudy eyes, as if he wanted to see through the secrets hidden in them.
"Your men can also get away with it. Of course, it's only part of it. They don't have to die, but they have to become industrial civilians."
Zhou Yiming continued to be persuasive: "You can't be so selfish, you must consider them."
"Really? It sounds good."
Yang Shuchen shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, leaned back on his chair, and said calmly: "Sorry! I don't know the whereabouts of the Ninth Squadron, and I don't understand why there are so many battleships on the logistics supplement list. If you want to find answers to these questions, you should send out auditors to check the relevant departments instead of wasting time here. I don't know anything."
(New Year is coming, and Lao Hei is here to wish you all happiness and peace on your way home. By the way, get some recommendation tickets, monthly passes, etc. to throw at me. Haha! Not too much!) (To be continued )
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