The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

465. The Master of Tatooine

In Jabba's palace, Jabba sat on his comfortable platform. The once luxurious silks, satins and silks around him had long since been torn and burned, and the mercenary leaders who were feasting had disappeared. The K dancers had already turned into cold corpses—they were strangled to death by the angry Jabba himself.

The brand of a loser has now been completely stamped on his forehead.

Once upon a time, he had the upper hand in the fight with Gardulla the Hutt, and Gardulla had to hide in Mos Espa Port to survive, and Gardulla had to take the big car race in the Bonta Night Pod race. Part of the proceeds was handed over to him in order to achieve a semblance of peace between the two parties.

but……

Jabba felt like everything had changed since the Bothan bandits Braderick Gravel and Magtan Scar had found a large amount of ammunition from nowhere and robbed the race like crazy.

He tried his best to get closer to Hego-Damasque II, hoping to gain the support of this veteran figure in the financial world, but the latter treated him indifferently. Even if he got the news that Gardulla wanted to assassinate Hei Ge and told Hei Ge the news, Hei Ge didn't act too enthusiastically.

Jabba's career has struggled without funding from Damask Holdings. The pod race was sabotaged and he lost a chunk of his earnings, the war with Gardulla left him in debt, and he was almost betrayed by bounty hunters for not being able to pay the high bounty.

Later, Gardulla concocted a powerful land-based aircraft carrier out of nowhere, and kept harassing the outskirts of his city. The harassment lasted for more than half a year, causing his smuggling industry to suffer a devastating blow. After that, he had to purchase a batch of T-24 airspeed machines through the arms dealer Yuri-Olov to turn the tide of the war.

But this is also a flashback. Gardulla reappeared after a few months of dormancy. As before, she brought a surprise every time she appeared. And the surprise this time is the phalanx-class assault vehicle equipped with 7-barreled rapid-fire guns and the 114-meter-long floating land battleship, which is the best in the world.

These advanced ground vehicles easily destroyed the airspeed machine he bought at a high price, and completely destroyed his last hope.

Jabba has reached the end of the stage of the galaxy.

A burly Hutt was reflected in the holographic projection. The skin folds on his body were as rough as old bark, and there were black spots.

He is Kilyak Desilijic Tyron the Hutt, head of the Desilijic family and uncle of Jabba Dsilijic Thiur.

"You have suffered a disgraceful failure, Jabba. Just like your incompetent father!" Kiliak said in Hutt, his tone full of anger, "Why do you all come from the Tiur family? It's trash!"

"It's not fair! There's a powerful force behind Gardulla helping her! And I'm fighting alone!" Jabba roared in Hutt.

"Then what about you? Why didn't you find a stronger force? Before you swore that I could get Heige's support, but where is he now!? He's dead!" Kilyak said.

"Gadura planned to kill Heige before, but failed..."

"Then it seems that the failure was only temporary, and she succeeded in the end. The Besardi family is already covering up all this. We lost the pod race and lost Tatooine! The Besardi family has begun to rise! And We... because of your stupid failure, have to compromise!" Kyliak roared.

Jabba said: "Let me go back to Nashada, and I can make a comeback!"

"It's over, Jabba. I've persuaded Marlo Kunalak of the Kunarak family and Oruba Glensla of the Glensla family to mediate this war. With these two big With the mediation of the members of the council, the Besardi family did not dare to mess around. However, we must withdraw from a seat in the great council." Kyliak calmed down, "That is to say, in the Hutt council composed of five people Among them, our Desilijic family will no longer have two seats, and the vacant seat is estimated to be occupied by the Besardi family, and they will have two seats from now on."

Jabba was silent for a while, and said, "It's not over yet!"

"It's over on Tatooine."

"I'll be back." Jabba climbed off his seat and headed out the door.

His protocol robot followed up and asked, "Great Lord Jabba, where are you going?"

Jabba suddenly turned his head, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, his huge body suddenly rushed forward like a tank, the speed was quite fast, with a bang, the protocol robot was knocked to the ground by him, and then Jabba waved his fist and bang. After a burst of smashing, it actually smashed the robot made of steel to the ground!

"Great...big...*()\u0026\u0026...Bada%*\u0026..." The damaged generating device of the protocol robot made a messy sound.

Jabba straightened up, withdrew his wounded and bleeding fist, and crawled out the door, "I'll be back."

...

"Hahahaha!! Sing! Dance!! We won! We won! Tatooine is mine! Hahahaha!!" Gadullah Bessardi the Hutt sat sprawled on Jabba's seat , waving his short hands and laughing happily.

Next to her, two dancers were feeding her wine and fruit.

Magtan-Scar embraced his hands, stood aside and looked at him coldly, and T-850 Jason Statham was also standing behind him. The terrifying aura emanating from this man-robot made everyone around shudder, and no one dared to approach this place at all. .

Dao Scar just looked at the luxurious life, wine pool and meat forest in front of him. This was what he and his brother dreamed of before, but now, these things are right in front of him, and he can even go up and kick Gardulla down, and go to the crowd by himself Enjoying all this in the middle, however...he just feels ridiculous.

Now Scar has long understood that the Scourge army that he and his brother Bradrick Rubble have joined together is what he really wants, and Tatooine is also the stage he really wants!

Want more, something more exciting!

Scar couldn't help showing a ferocious and terrifying expression. A maid next to him, who was only covered with a thin layer of silk, walked by. Seeing his expression, she screamed, and the fruits in her hands scattered all over the ground.

On the giant security side, Big Boss did not attend the banquet, nor did Kali General Hakimi. They are all people who have dedicated their lives to the battlefield, and they are not suitable for such an occasion.

Instead, Mira Han participated in the banquet, got himself very drunk, and then sent a message to Matt Horner, saying some explicit things, which made the pony stunned for a while.

At the same time, in an encrypted hyperspace communication channel, two people who could really decide the fate of Tatooine were talking.

The head of the Bethadi family, Alok Bethadi, and the Sith Lord Darth Malthael.

"Tatooine is already ours, but the Desilijic family will not let it go. I know Kiliak, he is not a good guy, and Jabba is definitely not as bad as he showed in this war. They They are all heroes." Alok said.

Darth Malthael just said indifferently: "Now you, you only need to enjoy the victory, and then cooperate with me to run Tatooine. Later, when the opportunity comes...you will find out, What a wise decision you made today."

"What kind of chance?" Alok took a sip of the spice.

"If you want more, then cooperate with me and do a big thing! If you just want to be content with the status quo, then you just need to maintain a good-faith neutrality with me, and you will definitely make money from this business. What do you think?" Malsail's mouth under the shadow of the hood raised a cold arc.

"The Scourge is on Tatooine, can you still withdraw? Will the Desilijic family spare me? Gadulla is a useless, can I still count on her? There is no turning back, said Right. As long as we can enhance the strength of our family and completely sweep the Desilijic family into the trash, it is not impossible for me to consider working with you again."

Malthael laughed, "Then, wait for me for five years... you'd better not be kicked out of Tatooine during this time. After five years...hehehehe..."

He laughed for a while, the communication was cut off immediately, and the encrypted communication frequency was also automatically destroyed, leaving no traces.

Alok narrowed his eyes as he looked at the smoking communicator in front of him.