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While this won't stop the sensors of the abhorrent intelligence, it can at least interfere with the machine soul's visual capture.

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!"

Zeman fired blindly into the smoke while dragging the terrified plasma gunner backward.

The team sprinted frantically toward the elevator shaft in a disheveled state.

Behind me came the ear-piercing sound of a cutting blade scraping against the wall, along with the machine spirit's arrogant laughter.

"They ran away? They just ran away like that?"

"This is so boring, I haven't had enough fun yet!"

"Remember to bring some durable toys next time~ Otherwise I'll get really bored~"

"Slow down a bit, Cleaner Number Two isn't full yet~"

The extremely humiliating words lashed at the backs of every survivor like whips.

But no one dared to turn back.

Even a tough guy like Zeman had only one thought at this moment!

The farther away from this awful place the better!

Stay as far away from that crazy, stupid, and idiotic woman as possible!

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Half an hour later.

Temporary command center outside the restricted area of ​​Zone 9.

"Ouch...be gentle!"

Zeman sat on a cot, having a medic bandage the wound on his arm.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

His face was so gloomy it could drip water; the earpiece he had crushed earlier had been thrown into the tunnel.

Now, a new communication terminal is placed in front of him.

On the screen, Thor's old face had turned a deep purplish-red as he roared.

"Zeman! How dare you cut off communications!"

"How dare you desert your post!"

"Do you even know what you've given up?! It's priceless!"

Zeman watched the screen calmly, his eyes showing no emotion.

"Chairman."

Zeman interrupted Thor's roar.

"My troops suffered more than 70% casualties."

"All seven heavy plasma cannons were destroyed, and all heavy weapons ammunition was exhausted."

"The defense system in Sector D has been fully activated; those three Abomination AIs are just an appetizer."

Zeman started lying, and he did it without batting an eye.

"Our sensors detected a higher level of energy response."

"If we don't retreat, the machine will activate its self-destruct program and blow the entire ship up to the sky along with us."

"In order to protect the group's assets, I have no choice but to make a tactical retreat."

Upon hearing that there was even a self-destruct mechanism, Thor shut up.

Although he was greedy, he was also afraid of losing everything.

If the ship blows up, then we'll really lose everything.

"Then... what do we do now?"

Jessia, who had been silent the whole time, asked coldly.

"Are you just going to wait here like this?"

"Do not."

Zeman shook his head.

"Conventional forces can't break through. The machine spirit has extremely high computing power, and its personality is... extremely vicious."

“Dealing with this kind of enemy is no use in the human wave tactic.”

Zeman paused for a moment before offering his professional advice.

"We need more specialized heavy firepower."

"Or... a more advanced electronic warfare expert."

“Before that, I suggested blocking all entrances and exits, surrounding the area, and letting it play by itself.”

He said nice things, but what Zeman really thought was—

This lousy job can be done by whoever wants it, but I'm not doing it!

That crazy, scheming woman—whoever can subdue her, I'll call him daddy!

Chapter 50 Everyone Wants a Lunch

Upper Nest, the private residence of Administrator Perron.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, one sees the ever-present industrial smoke and dazzling neon lights of the city.

The air in the bedroom was stuffy and hot.

Jessia's face was expressionless, her body covered in sweat.

Beneath her, Perrin, the executive officer in charge of Star Harbor Logistics, was panting heavily, his face flushed.

"Ah... Jessia... my goddess..."

Peren's small eyes, squeezed into slits by flesh, were filled with a dazed look, and he was uttering nauseating nonsense.

Jessia did not respond, nor did she even glance at him.

Her gaze passed over Peren's bald head and landed on an old mechanical clock on the wall.

"Three minutes left."

She silently calculated the time in her mind, skillfully matching the other person's rhythm.

In this dark 41st millennium, especially for Forge VII, located on the edge of the hazy star field, the most valuable thing is no longer gold, nor the string of frightening numbers in the Helios Group's account.

It's a right to escape.

Given the current situation, many ordinary citizens are still fighting tooth and nail over a few starch balls, thinking it's a huge deal.

But in the eyes of high-ranking officials like Jessia, who had access to interstellar communication, this planet was already a dead end.

Rumors of war have already spread, and warp storms are tearing apart the surrounding shipping lanes.

The main force of the Imperial Navy had long since withdrawn to guard more important strategic nodes.

All that's left are a group of cowardly planetary defense soldiers and a bunch of administrative bureaucrats who are still living in a drunken stupor.

Furnace No. 7 is now an isolated island.

The Helios Group is indeed wealthy; they own eight large cargo ships within the star system.

But here's the problem.

All of them are ships within the same mooring.

They do not have subspace engines or Geller force field generators.

This kind of ship is fine for transporting goods within a star system, but if it dares to fly outside the star system, it could take hundreds of years to reach the next place with humans.

What if we force our way into subspace?

That would be utterly disastrous.

That's why the Helios Group went to such lengths to dig into the so-called "forbidden zone" of District 9.

The remains of the traveling merchant buried below are the only thing within a radius of dozens of astronomical units that might have a readily available subspace engine and Geller force field.

Once they dig it up and load it onto their own cargo ships, they can make a getaway.

All other options lead to certain death.

"Huh...huh..."

With a long sigh from Perrin, this disgusting deal finally came to an end.

He lay paralyzed on the bed, like a puddle of melted lard.

Without pausing, Jessie rolled over and got out of bed.

She walked barefoot, stepping on the expensive carpet, to the bedside table.

On it was a magnetic card, stamped with the highest-level pass of the Hazy Starfield Starport Administration.

[Premium Departure Permit]

With this, once the Helios Group has secured the spaceship, she can take her personal belongings and bypass all the cumbersome checks to board the ship directly.

Even if the group doesn't manage to secure a spaceship, as long as a passing Imperial warship or other merchant ships are willing to dock, this card can still allow her to buy an expensive ticket.

Jessia picked up the magnetic card and put it into her handbag.

"Baby...when will the next time be..."

Peren groaned in bed, trying to reach out and grab Jessia's wrist.

Jessia dodged to the side:

"When I'm in a better mood."

She coldly uttered a sentence, then turned and walked into the bathroom.

Turn the water flow to maximum and set the temperature to the highest.

The scalding hot water washed over her smooth skin, burning it until it turned red.

Jessia took a stiff-bristled brush and vigorously scrubbed the area that had just been touched.

She didn't think she was dirty; she just felt disgusted.

To survive, to avoid perishing with this doomed planet, she was willing to sell everything.

Body, dignity, and even the interests of the Helios Group.

In her eyes, family and company are just tools.

Only the living Jessia Hel is real!

Twenty minutes later.

When Jessia walked out of the executive residence, she had changed into a brand new fitted uniform, her hair was neatly combed, and her face wore an aloof indifference that kept people at a distance.

Once she gets out of bed, she's back to being the ruthless CEO of the Helios Group.

The hovercar was already waiting at the door.

"To headquarters."

Jessia got into the back seat and immediately turned on the data terminal.

The battle report for Zone D was updated ten minutes ago.

Zeman, that good-for-nothing, has returned, bringing back even worse news:

A madwoman's machine spirit awakened on the ship and took control of the entire ship's defense system.

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