Abnormal crossing

Chapter 218 Station Master Fujimori
After making the decision to contact the other party.

Milo discussed the specific execution process with Jin for a while, then looked back at Qiao Kewen and said:

"Old Joe, I won't go into the details of the current situation. I'll hurry up and have Meimei send the flying vehicle to pick them up. You take Ophelia and Adele back to the Fluttering Fluttering—it's safer on the ship than outside."

Joe Cowen glanced at Adele and her daughter, who were still somewhat shaken, as well as a few of his fellow countrymen from Mold, and quickly agreed, "No problem."

Milo's arrangement not only protected Adele and the others but also put him in control of the entire event. If it had been before the banquet, Jokowen might not have complied so readily, since the following events involved the future of the Bosca and Mord civilizations.

But after the unexpected turn of events at the dinner party, Qiao Kewen had developed complete trust in Milo and Jin, and had no objections to Milo's arrangements.

Then Milo paused for a moment, and then said to Li Zi and Gu Wei:
"Chestnut, you should also go back to the operations room and wait for orders. Although the chances of a fight breaking out later are slim, we still need to make preparations."

"As for Gu Wei, you and Jin will come with me to meet the people from the Kingdom of Bhikkhu."

Gu Wei glanced at Chestnut beside him and nodded.

Aside from the Wrath of the Fisherman, I haven't had any experience with other mechs yet, so returning to the operations room wouldn't be of much use. On the contrary, staying by Milo's side might be able to handle some unexpected situations—after all, if things get chaotic, I can instantly transform into the Wrath of the Fisherman like Ultraman, practically a born bodyguard.
But then again.

Being a bodyguard is fine, but could you at least let me change into something more normal first? — Don't forget, Gu Wei is still wearing Ophelia's princess dress.
Unfortunately.

Due to the urgency of the situation, Gu Wei didn't have time to ask any questions before Milo pulled him outside the palace.

More than twenty minutes later.

The fleet from the supply point arrived on time above the anchorage outside the palace, the surrounding area illuminated by the huge exhaust flames of the engines.

boom--

The massive Rock-class mothership, like a floating steel mountain, slowly descended into the landing area in the center of the main platform, the shockwave it generated carrying smoke and dust that spread in all directions.

Two smaller trade wind survey ships and two long-range replenishment ships landed steadily on the two sides of the platform, while eight Falcon high-speed fighters, like hunting falcons, were scattered and hovered in the airspace surrounding the platform, displaying a strong sense of vigilance.

Wait until the smoke and dust dissipate slightly.

The Rock Mothership opened a hatch from its belly, and a group of armed personnel dressed in standard light powered armor and carrying sophisticated energy weapons ran out in formation, quickly clearing the landing area and establishing a cordon.

Finally, an officer dressed in a smart starship commander's uniform, with a rank insignia that Gu Wei didn't recognize hanging on his chest, strode out, surrounded by several elite guards.

This person appeared to be around fifty years old, not tall but very robust, with a pair of pale purple vertical pupils like amethyst under ice, sharp and lacking warmth.

The officer stopped about twenty meters away from Milo and his companions, his brows furrowed, his gaze piercing Milo like an awl: "Who are you? Why are you here?" The officer's tone was cold, but he did not immediately order his men to restrain Milo and the others.

After all, both the traces left from the external battlefield and the fluttering horns in the sky were enough to show that Milo and his group were not pushovers.

Faced with the aggressive officer, Milo casually crossed his arms and tilted his head, asking in return, "Oh, how domineering, coming right up here and asking for names? And who are you? Didn't your parents teach you to introduce yourself by name when you meet a stranger?"

The officer's purple pupils contracted sharply, a flash of anger crossing his face, but he quickly suppressed it, his icy voice carrying an even stronger sense of oppression: "Commander and stationmaster of the garrison fleet at the seventh supply point of the Tallinn Grand Alliance's Maze Belt, Yorick Fujimori, rank of First-Class General. Is that introduction sufficient?!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Wei slightly raised his eyebrows.

So this is Fujimori.
Not long ago, Boko III, or rather, Myron Dott, who controls Boko III, inquired about Fujimori, the person in charge of the supply depot, under the pretext of checking on the current situation of an acquaintance. It seems that this person is the person in question.
For Myron Dort to specifically guard against him, Fujimori must at least be a watchdog-level figure.

“Oh, so it’s Station Master Fujimori,” Milo said, drawing out his words beside Gu Wei, a seemingly friendly but actually slick smile on his face. “It’s an honor to meet you. I am Milo, captain of the Fluttering Fluttering, a friend of Captain Jokowen. I accompanied him back to his home planet Mold on some business, but he suddenly decided he wanted to go back to Boska to see his sister, so we came together.”

Fujimori did not interrupt Milo while he was speaking, but listened patiently to Milo's description, with a glint of shrewdness occasionally flashing in his eyes.

It's obvious that he's verifying Milo's identity through some program similar to Starsea Interconnect—no matter how many secrets Milo has, at least the information involving the exploration team is public, so it's not difficult for an official like Fujimori to verify it.

Not to mention anything far removed, the names of Milo and Fluttering Fluttering are already on the list of most notorious foe.
About half a minute later.

Fujimori suddenly waved his hand behind him, and a small squad of warriors immediately stepped forward, escorting the old man as he hurried into the palace.

Then Fujimori continued to look at Milo with a blank expression: "What happened to Naboska? Where are the other members of the royal family? Where are they?"

Milo watched the warrior run past him without stopping him: "The matter of Boska... that's a bit complicated—Boko III first invited us to a banquet, and before we'd even taken a few bites, the Chief of the Interior, Lynn Dort, started spouting nonsense. Then he extracted some information from the others present and concocted a huge black sphere with terrifying energy, like it was about to swallow the entire planet."

"Then there was an explosion and a collapse. We barely managed to get out, and then Lynn Daughter was gone."

Milo's explanation was blatantly dismissive, but Fujimori stared intently at him after hearing it: "A big black sphere? Are you sure it's something made up of information branches?"

Milo nodded: "That's what Samantha said herself."

Fujimori's breathing quickened suddenly, and a hint of undisguised fervor and greed flashed in his eyes: "Take me to the scene!"

Milo's lips curved into a subtle smile, and he readily nodded.
"Sure, the site administrator can look if he wants."

(End of this chapter)