Chapter 7 The Alps VII Base

After being remodeled, the Alps VII base could be said to have been armed to the extreme:

Its powerful hybrid magnetic energy shield could withstand various forms of radiant heat and destructive rays.

The giant observation portholes, ten meters long and twenty meters high, were equipped with filtration systems to remove harmful rays, allowing soldiers to observe directly with the naked eye. They could also see spectrum analyses, energy readings, and ray wavelength fluctuations constantly displayed on the upper and lower sides of the portholes. This meant that in a free-firing situation, the side with this capability would have a significant advantage.

Behind the heavily armored and formidable launchers, as many as four thousand antimatter missiles were ready to be launched, and two hundred and eighty powerful antimatter laser cannons, known for their long range and increasing power, were fully charged.

In fact, even on the front lines of the war with the Alliance military, this behemoth would undoubtedly be a terrifying heavy weapon. Yet, in an instant, it was completely paralyzed and detached from the control of its original master!

When all the screens inside the base cleared up again, they displayed an angry face. The owner of this face had a large, red, bulbous nose, and his features gave off a crude and fierce impression. His lips and face were covered in thick hair. He was Yudenov, the deputy commander of the A-71 Royal Fleet, nicknamed "Polar Bear"!

Clearly, this long-distance fleet had noticed the abnormality of the Alps VII base going into Level One alert. They immediately reported it to the Imperial General Staff and transmitted precise data. The Imperial General Staff quickly made a decision, believing that the sudden situation threatened the empire's foundation and security (because the safety of the third in line to the throne was seriously threatened). Therefore, they immediately transmitted the highest-authority password.

Thus, in just ten seconds, Lieutenant General Meng Ge very unfortunately lost control of the base!

He now deeply realized why the separatist forces in various war zones had taken shape, and why the empire still had the Alliance as a major threat. These ambitious warlords still had to maintain awe and obedience under the authority of the Tricolor Violet.

The royal authority remained deeply rooted and spread throughout every corner of the empire.

As the A-71 mixed fleet slowly moved into its berth, the Royal Guard directly under the command of the fleet surged out like a tide. One hundred and thirty aerial tanks roared out from the bellies of the Atlantic-class battleships, coordinating to control all key departments. After confirming that everything was safe, Prince Pombalu made a belated appearance.

No matter how slovenly he usually was, he had to be carefully dressed by his subordinates this time. Purple was always the royal family's understated color, and the well-fitting dress set off his appearance quite heroically, with only a hint of casualness in his eyes. Then, to show his closeness to the people, he took the initiative to visit several residents to inquire about the relevant situation before slowly arriving at the core conference room of the entire base.

Prince Pombalu's series of actions was thunderous and swift, like a set of extremely fierce combination punches. Whether it was Lieutenant General Meng Ge or the Arno family, everyone was disoriented by the innate advantage of the royal family's high position! He effortlessly took control of the overall situation.

However, precisely because of this, both Meng Ge and the Arno family simultaneously thought of one thing—a terrible thing!

That was that Arno Fabian Monson Lucy's disappearance was orchestrated by Prince Pombalu!

Furthermore, Prince Pombalu had an inseparable relationship with the Big Ben Institute. If anyone could block the positioning chip produced by the Big Ben Institute, only the Big Ben Institute itself could do it. It could be said that the more they thought about it, the more suspicious they became, and the more they were certain.

Prince Pombalu stayed in the core conference room for less than half an hour and immediately understood the whole story. At this time, Prince Pombalu was also very proud, feeling that he was destined by fate and that even God was helping him. Such a good opportunity fell from the sky. He immediately took control of the base and really had a good start, so his mood was also very good.

Next, Prince Pombalu naturally had to give an explanation for taking over the base. The explanation given was a "misunderstanding." The reason was also very simple: I, a dignified prince, came, but not only did you not come to greet me, but you even took out a Level One combat readiness posture to deal with me. As long as you are still subjects of the empire, then this is unreasonable no matter where you go.

After listening to Prince Pombalu's explanation, what else could Lieutenant General Meng Ge do besides nodding obsequiously and apologizing?

Originally, the Imperial Constitution stipulated that only the crown prince and the emperor had control over a huge military fortress like the Alps VII base, but Prince Pombalu had a reason to temporarily take over the base, so there was nothing he could do.

What made Lieutenant General Meng Ge even more heartbroken was that Prince Pombalu acted too quickly. He only comforted him with kind words, saying that he would not pursue his responsibility, but did not mention when he would return the command of the entire base. This was going to kill Lieutenant General Meng Ge!

You must know that as time went on, even if Prince Pombalu did not take the initiative to make trouble for him, a lot of evidence would show up on its own. For example, some of the arms that Lieutenant General Meng Ge resold needed to be handed over on time and would be displayed with reminders on his main control channel. His bank financial investments would also have special menu prompts...

Thinking of these things, Lieutenant General Meng Ge didn't know how he backed out of the main control room. His back was soaked with cold sweat, but he unknowingly smelled of Iron Cross tobacco. He walked away aimlessly for an unknown distance, and then sighed and shook his head before returning to his bedroom.

Lieutenant General Meng Ge's bedroom was naturally in the forest core area of the entire base's inner layer. He didn't have a wife, and when he needed it, he would directly call his secretary to sleep with him. Now that he had great power, who would dare not obey? But now he naturally didn't have that thought and directly drove the person out. Feeling unhappy, he could only find a bottle of strong wine to drink alone.

As the saying goes, drinking only deepens sorrow. Just as Meng Ge was drinking and sighing, he heard someone ring the doorbell outside. He was extremely annoyed, so he roared, "Get out!"

However, the doorbell was still ringing stubbornly. Meng Ge gulped down a few mouthfuls of wine, his eyes turned red, and his mood became even more irritable. Then he opened the door and smashed a wine bottle at the person in front of him!

With a "clang," the bottle shattered into pieces, exploding directly on the head of the person standing at the door. Meng Ge let out a satisfied breath and said in a hoarse voice:

"Satisfied now? This time... it's you??"

The person who had just been hit by a wine bottle was Fang Senyan. He said to Lieutenant General Meng Ge as if nothing had happened:

"Hi, long time no see."

Around the corner, Archer stood with an embarrassed expression. Without him, Fang Senyan would not have been able to come here.

Lieutenant General Meng Ge's face changed several times. Finally, he said uncertainly:

"What are you doing here?"

Fang Senyan smiled and said:

"I'm here to help you."

Meng Ge said dejectedly:

"What can you help me with?"

He said that, but he still let Fang Senyan in. After all, for him, Fang Senyan, who came from the past, could be considered a qualified listener. Moreover, both sides had common secrets, and there was no need to hide many concerns.

Even though Fang Senyan actually knew all the ins and outs, he could only patiently listen to Meng Ge narrate the things he already knew. After Meng Ge finished speaking with a stiff tongue, he picked up another bottle of vodka and took a few big gulps, stammering:

"You, you, say, what can I do when I encounter this kind of thing?"

Fang Senyan said very simply:

"Since your previous method of playing both sides has already gained you a benefit once, you want to continue to gain a second time, right? But now you are obviously impossible to get a second benefit. With the upcoming large-scale mining of 炋 elements, this place has become a variable that is important enough to shake the evidence. If you still want to play both sides now, then it's two words: courting death!"

Meng Ge's face was quite ugly after being stung by Fang Senyan's words, but cold sweat poured out along with the alcohol. He couldn't help but ponder:

"Then what do you mean?"

"Of course, sell it while you can still sell it for a good price." Fang Senyan said lightly: "Otherwise, if both sides feel that you are unruly and reach a consensus to replace you, you won't be able to sell it even if you want to!"

Meng Ge's face changed several times, and all the alcohol turned into cold sweat. Fang Senyan's words as an outsider were indeed very harsh. No one around him dared to say it, but it had to be admitted that every sentence hit the nail on the head.

Fang Senyan took advantage of the situation and asked Meng Ge a question:

"I've been answering your questions all along. Now you answer me one. I heard some rumors that something went wrong with my bloody standard-issue lieutenant general armor. What's going on?"

Mentioning this, Meng Ge could only smile bitterly and shake his head:

"This really has nothing to do with me. I can only say that you have bad luck."

Fang Senyan said lightly:

"You tell me the details of the matter, and I can naturally judge whose business it is."

Meng Ge said with a bitter smile:

"The manufacturing process of the bloody armor was originally passed on to us by the space. For us, many of the principles are not fully understood. Although we know what to do, we don't know why we have to do it this way. The last process of the bloody armor is to put it on an unmanned spaceship and send it to some extreme celestial bodies, such as red dwarf stars, black holes, etc., to undergo the baptism of cosmic rays. Therefore, after it becomes a finished product, even ordinary humans can approach it and resonate with the powerful aura leaked from it, feeling very comfortable."

Fang Senyan narrowed his eyes and said coldly:

"So someone felt a very comfortable resonance with my armor and it was intercepted?"