Chapter 51 Hunting Order

The middle-aged man from DRSD quickly elaborated on his inferences and opinions.

The Marquis of Ascania did not speak directly, but his fingers tapped the table again and again with a certain rhythm.

The sound was not loud, but it still made the heart of the middle-aged man from DRSD beat.

Although the Star Dragon Empire Defense Intelligence and Security Department, as the highest agency of the Empire to command all intelligence agencies, is an existence that directly reaches the "heaven".

Among the subordinate intelligence agencies, there is even a Ministry of Internal Affairs that specializes in domestic nobles.

This makes most ordinary nobles have a natural fear of these intelligence agencies, especially the Ministry of Internal Affairs, for fear that one day they will be found by these agents while sleeping at home.

But even so, at the level of Marquis of Ascania, whether it is the Ministry of Internal Affairs or the higher DRSD, they need to weigh their weight carefully.

The other party is not only powerful, but also a favorite of His Excellency the Regent.

So at this moment, the man from DRSD did not speak, but waited respectfully and patiently for the Marquis to speak.

"I only have one question."

The Marquis stopped tapping the table, raised his head and stared at the middle-aged man in front of him with deep eyes.

"How credible is your analysis?"

As soon as this was said, the middle-aged man was about to answer, and heard the Marquis of Ascania continue to say:

"I also know the purpose of you DRSD coming to find me. It is nothing more than to let me send ground units to find this so-called "defected" spy based on this information, and then "by the way" let the troops assist you in completing the task that should have been completed by the "Mongoose"."

The Marquis of Ascania raised his right hand and hooked his finger to the side. The tactical staff standing quietly beside him immediately took out an electronic ink screen that was almost the same as paper from the folder and handed it to him.

The Marquis took the "paper" with complicated patterns on the edge, flipped it casually, and continued:

"I do have troops that can be deployed in the area you gave me."

"But why should I send my ground troops there based on a report that is more speculation than analysis?"

"Give me a reason I can't refuse."

The Marquis of Ascania folded his hands in front of his nose.

At this time, the middle-aged man from DRSD also knew that this matter was going to work.

He stood up again and was about to say something.

But when he saw the tactical staff standing quietly beside the Marquis, he stopped talking.

Seeing his expression, the Marquis of Ascania raised his eyebrows.

"Raphael, you leave first."

"Yes, sir."

Tactical staff Colonel Raphael bowed slightly, then turned and left, and turned on the "black box mode" to prevent leaks in this conference room.

More than ten minutes later, Colonel Raphael, standing at the door of the conference room, saw the middle-aged man from DRSD, and diligently sent the Marquis of Ascania out.

It was not difficult to see from the expression on his face that the Marquis had probably agreed to his request.

"What on earth could convince the Marquis?"

A trace of doubt flashed through Colonel Raphael's mind, but he quickly buried it in his heart.

He knew that this kind of thing was no longer something that a small colonel like him could pay attention to.

Soon, Raphael followed behind the Marquis of Ascania and walked back to the bridge.

"Raphael," the Marquis who was walking in front spoke, his voice still so calm.

"The DRSD person will send you the approximate area range, and you will lead people to make a new dispatch based on the location of this area and the situation of the surrounding troops."

The Marquis walked slowly in the corridor inside the ship. The armor plate on the left bulkhead had been retracted. Through the huge porthole on the bulkhead, he could see a large number of warships around the 'Sword of the Dawn'.

And the planet in the distance.

After a secret talk with the intelligence personnel, the significance of this ordinary border agricultural planet has changed in his eyes.

"Yes, Lord Marquis, what is the tactical goal?"

"The first goal is naturally to take back the key of the space elevator, and the second is to assist the DRSD people to complete one of their secret missions. On this basis, if you encounter the defected spy, kill him."

Marquis Ascania stopped and stood by the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

"Find a team with a higher level of authority and reliability. The confidentiality level of DRSD's mission this time is very high. Ordinary teams are prone to leaks. I remember that Viscount Ankarlin's Blood Dragon Group seems to be in this war zone? You can let them execute it."

"I will follow your will."

Amber, who was on Robert IV at the moment, did not know that a group of federal naval officers were mourning for him at the edge of the distant galaxy.

He did not know that in the imperial fleet above his head, a group of people were planning to make trouble for him.

He was now sitting on the roof of a "Mongoose 4" wheeled armored vehicle, enjoying the rare quiet time in the evening breeze.

A fragrant breeze came from the side, carrying the monotonous scent of military shampoo.

Then there was a weight on the shoulder.

Amber turned her head slightly and saw that Isabel had fallen asleep in the evening breeze, and her head was accidentally resting on her shoulder.

The two had indeed not had a good rest since they escaped from the Yassin base.

Even after the village battle, the convoy was running peacefully all the way, and they only took a few minutes to nap.

Even Amber started drinking military energy drinks, not to mention Isabel, the female spy.

"Intentional or accidental?"

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The female spy did not respond to Amber's teasing, but her breathing became more even.

What is this called? Stockholm syndrome?

Amber couldn't help but curl her lips. This woman is getting less and less defensive against him now.

Originally, the imperial female spy just rubbed against him and planned to take this opportunity to discuss the follow-up plan.

After all, their current primary goal is to find a way to contact Isabel's elf friend, and then find a way to escape Robert IV and reunite with the elf ship.

But when they actually thought about it, the two found that the implementation of this plan was still a bit too difficult.

Let's not talk about how to contact Isabel's elf friend without high-power communication equipment.

Even if they can get in touch, how can they escape from Robert IV, a planet in the midst of war?

The only way Amber can think of at the moment is the locked space elevator at the equator.

But if you delve into the details a little, you will find that this plan is also full of loopholes.

"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time."

Just as Amber was about to continue enjoying the evening breeze, she saw the communications soldier in the communication relay vehicle in the distance suddenly jump out of the rear hatch and run towards her.

Judging from the expression revealed after lifting the tactical visor, it should be that some urgent information has been received.

"The rest time has not even started and it's about to end again."

Amber shook her head, then reached out and pinched Isabel's face beside her.

"Miss, wake up~"