Abnormal crossing

Chapter 238 Return to Mold (Part 1)
For me?
Qiao Kewen looked up, somewhat puzzled: "This is..."

Jin patted the edge of the case as if picking out a watermelon, and explained, "This is a jamming device that I rushed to make after I had Meimei intercept the communication signals of the supply point fleet. It has a certain degree of artificial intelligence and can interfere with and lock onto the Fujimori informants lurking on Mord Star."

"Unless Fujimori goes crazy and personally goes to Molde to inspect the situation, you don't need to worry about being exposed during the preparation period."

Qiao Kewen listened quietly to Jin's description, and looking at the device in front of him, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

To know.

As a civilization born within the Labyrinth Zone, the Kingdom of Bijuli must have had spies planted on Mord Star—or to be more precise, the Kingdom of Bijuli has people among all the civilizations in the Labyrinth Zone.

These types of infiltrators are perhaps more like a casually deployed surveillance force, without a clear mission and unlikely to interfere much with the development of civilization; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe them as loosely organized.

But no matter how leisurely or even negligent those informants may be, they will not stand idly by when Bosca is about to move out of the labyrinth.

Now, with the shielding equipment provided by Jin, we have the opportunity to benefit from it.

Joe Cowen could intercept the signals from his informants within the planet Mold, pinpoint their locations, and then use their identities to fabricate information such as "Everything is normal in Mold" and send it to Fujimori. In that case, the threat posed by the lurking infiltrators would be negligible.

As for the possibility of Fujimori personally arriving in Molde or sending a fleet...
do not forget.

The promise between Milo and Fujimori is still there.

At least in the short term, the Kingdom of Bhikkhu is unlikely to risk Milo revealing the truth by openly interfering with Mord.

This way.

With this, Jokowen and Speaker Gray can focus all their energy on the migration of civilizations, increasing efficiency by more than just a little.

Think of this.

"Captain Milo, Ms. Jin, and Brother Gu Wei."

Looking at the crew of the ship flapping in front of him, Qiao Kewen murmured a few times, his face showing an undisguised emotion:

“I swear in the name of Governor Molde that Molde will never forget your kindness—we will set off in four months.”

There was no hesitation in Qiao Kewen's tone, only an almost resolute determination.

As a seasoned driver who had navigated the labyrinthine terrain, he knew very well what this relocation meant—not just a physical move, but a desperate gamble by Mold at a turning point in his destiny.

But at this moment, what surged in Qiao Kewen's heart was not fear, but a rare sense of peace that was almost gratitude.

Gu Wei, who was standing to the side, blinked.

This thank-you note... wait, wait, why is my friend's name on the thank-you list?

However, he quickly realized that Jokowi was probably thanking him for saving Ophelia while dressed as a woman.
all in all.

At this point, the issue of relocating Molde has been almost completely discussed.

The next step is the specific execution process, and the relocation will officially begin four months later.

"Okay, it's settled then."

Seeing that Joe Cowen had made a decision, Milo was also very happy: "Being able to connect with the original plan is definitely a good thing. It might even be the opportunity for Molde to take off. Anyway, don't put too much pressure on yourself. By the way, Meimei, is the spaceship engine ready? We should probably head back to Molde soon."

The main thread's voice quickly echoed from the ceiling: "Debugging complete, all parameters normal, ready for takeoff at any time." Milo hummed in response, then turned to Ophelia and Adele, asking them, "Ophelia, Princess Adele, just one last check, have you brought all your items?"

Ophelia and Adele nodded in unison.

Adele didn't need to take much with her; she had been a marginal figure in the royal family for years, and the most important thing she had was Boko III's ashes.

As for Ophelia's personal belongings, she had taken them to the academy when she went away to study, and they were recently returned to Mold. The collective consciousness of Farrell Doyle in the main matrix had also been transferred to the device that the girl carried with her. There were not many items that needed to be taken with her.

"Alright," Milo said, walking to the control panel and waving his hand. "Meow, ignition and takeoff!"

boom.
Milo had barely finished speaking.

A slight vibration came from the ground of the spaceship, and the engines began to warm up.

Another moment passed.

Meimei's indicator light flashed a few more times: "Captain, Fujimori is requesting communication access, accept?"

Milo was processing data at the control panel. Hearing this, he seemed to have anticipated it and replied without looking up, "Bring it in."

next second.

A flash of blue light appeared on the main control panel, and Fujimori's face, which was somewhat similar to one of Gu Wei's Chinese neighbors before his transmigration, appeared in the holographic projection.

His pale purple vertical pupils swept over Milo's entire body, his voice devoid of emotion: "Captain Milo, leaving so soon? Not planning to stay a little longer?"

"Oh dear, there's nothing I can do, the client is pressing for the order again," Milo hurriedly rubbed his hands together, putting on his usual slick smile. "Those of us who drive long distances are just not free to do things our own way. It's already a rare treat to be able to take some time to accompany Old Joe home. Besides, everything that needs to be handed over in Bosca has been handed over. My little old boat is just getting in the way in your esteemed territory. It's better to make room for your subordinates to get things done as soon as possible, isn't it?"

Fujimori's gaze lingered on Milo's fake smile for a moment, but he didn't expose anything. In the end, he only slightly moved his jaw: "Captain Milo, remember the agreement. The Kingdom of Bijuri has no tolerance for any injustice."

Swah——

The communication screen then went dark.

Seeing this, Milo's smile vanished. He shrugged, hummed a meaningless syllable through his nose, and turned back to continue calibrating the engine data.

To him, Fujimori's threat was nothing more than the distant barking of a dog.

A few minutes later.

The engines of the Pulling Pulling changed from a hum to a high-frequency vibration. The huge mechanical arm connected to the docking platform below the hull silently unlocked and retracted. The massive hull slowly rose from the docking area and flew towards the outer orbit of Boska.

on the ground.

As Fujimori watched the fiery blue tail flame pierce through the twilight, his finger couldn't help but touch a certain button.

This is an emergency order.

With just a gentle press, the numerous orbital facilities that appeared to be evacuating would instantly seal off the Fluttering Fluttering.

But in the end, he did not press the command, but simply looked up and watched Milo and his group leave.

Fujimori's profile, shrouded in shadow, gazed at the rising point of light. His clothes were billowed by the engine's airflow, and the flame reflected in his eyes grew thinner and thinner until it shrank into a sharp needle in the starry sky.

(End of this chapter)