The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

732 , Disaster Nashada (middle)

In the outer cosmic space of Mingban planet, after the battle broke out here, apart from the recovery teams of the two warring parties arriving one after another and recovering the core technical components on the wreckage of their warships, the wreckage of the fallen spaceship, various robots, and weapons All stay in place.

After all, this place is under the jurisdiction of the Hutts. The fleets of the Republic and the Confederation came here to play ping-pong, which made the Hutts very upset. Do you still want to recover the wreckage?

So now it has become a paradise for garbage dealers. Many garbage dealers are hired by the Hutts to drive their own garbage boats to clean up the wreckage. They will not even let a piece of metal go, and collect everything. Junk boat.

The durable steel (Durasteel) used in the armor of warships manufactured by the Republic is a very advanced material with super protective capabilities. This material is formed first and then processed, but at least it can also be used as an external armor plate.

Under the control of the navigation robot, Qi Luo's shuttle flew into the atmosphere of the planet Mingban. She has the unique identification code of the Hutts, and all the garbage dealers operating on this planet hide far away. No one dares to make things difficult.

She followed the navigation coordinates and came to a barren hill. Looking down from here, there is already a person wearing a black cloak standing there, but his spaceship does not know where it is parked.

The shuttle landed slowly in front of the man, and the strong wind from the spaceship's engine blew the black cloak on the man's body high, but he still stood on the spot, as firm as a rock.

Ziro walked off the spaceship with four B-2 super combat robots, looked at the man, smiled, and said obsequiously: "So you are the generous benefactor, haha, what a pleasure to meet you."

As a Hutt, Ziro still has some unique gifts, such as her fluent Galactic Tongue. For the Hutts, whose pronunciation organs are completely different from those of the main races in the Milky Way, it can be said that it is a gift that is unique to one in a billion.

"I said, let you come to Mingban planet, alone." Darth Malthael said slowly with a grim expression.

"It's just for Ann..."

Qi Luo hadn't finished speaking, but only saw Darth Malthael raised his hand and shook it, and the four B-2 super battle robots suddenly trembled violently, and then the control centers on their chests were directly slammed by invisible forces. Crush it!

The four robots immediately fell to the ground with thick smoke, and electric sparks flew everywhere.

Ziro the Hutt was completely overwhelmed. She stood there tremblingly, dumbfounded, and was stunned for a while.

"I am... the Angel of Death." Darth Malthael casually patted the non-existent dust on his hands, and said lightly.

"Yes... yes... I..." Ziro's tongue was almost tied.

Darth Malthael looked her up and down for a while. Although Ziro couldn't see his face clearly, the cold and cruel eyes under the hood still made her shudder, and she couldn't help but move back a little.

"Look at you, Hutt, Ziro... Desilijic... Teur..." Darth Masail said slowly, and he put the Hutt and Desilijic into two This word was biting hard, "Ah, how weak and helpless. If your nephew Jabba was here, he would definitely not be so shabby."

"I..." Ziro continued to move back until she found an invisible force blocking her way of retreating. She opened her eyes wide in horror and dared not breathe out.

But Darth Masail approached step by step, "A Hutt, an elder of the Desilijic family, a dark Vigo... Poor Ziro, you actually owe someone money? Just 7000 All credits, let you fall into such a state?"

"I... thank you very much for helping me pay off my debts..." Ziro said tremblingly.

Darth Malthael raised his hand, and a holographic projection was transmitted from a communicator. In the projection, 5 bloody heads were neatly placed on the table, and the heads were surrounded by GM cards of the Galactic Republic. Physical currency - credit ingots.

Ziro immediately recognized these people, and she pronounced the names tremblingly, "Rama...Anpi...Tondra...they, they..."

"Ah, that's right. Don't they dare to let a Hutt, an elder of the Desilijic family, a dark Vigo owe a debt, and they want you to pay it back, don't they deserve to die? Think about it , if it's Jabba, if it's Gilliac, will they ask someone to borrow money? Will anyone dare to ask them to pay back the money?" Darth Malthael's voice was like a demon.

Ziro looked at the heads in the holographic projection, his eyes became fierce.

"I just helped you exercise your due power." Darth Malthael added.

"What do you want me to do? No, I can do whatever you want me to do!" Qi Luo's heart became inexplicably angry, and the fear in her heart actually subsided a lot under the anger, "As long as I can get on the board, I should position, I am willing to give everything!"

She hated Jabba, she hated Gilliac, she hated it more than she did now!

"Go back to the planet Nashada. Go and get back what belongs to you." Darth Malthael said slowly.

"But... I am not Giliak's opponent at all. He and Jabba have mastered almost all the assets and business of the Desilijic family." Ziro said.

"You, of course not. But... what if you add your brother? Zorba Desilijic Tiur." Darth Masail said a name that exploded.

"Zorba! He...he's not..." Ziro was shocked.

"He will be released from Planet Kip soon after serving his sentence." Darth Masail said slowly, "This is for the purpose of rectifying the crooked path of the Desilijic family."

"A crooked path...this is..."

"Jabba and Gadullah are about to combine. In other words, the Desilijic family and the Besardi family will become one family in the future. The Besardi family, which has been fighting with your Desilijic family for thousands of years, will soon Sit on an equal footing with you and call them brothers and sisters! Their stinky figures will haunt you forever... and more importantly..." Darth Masail glanced at Ziro, "You are still that marginal man, you can only Seeing the Besardi family enjoying your wealth, your sphere of influence, your smuggling routes, and your... planet."

Qi Luo's emotions have been fully mobilized, she waved her short hands and roared loudly, "No! Absolutely not! Those in the Bessardy family should be damned!!"

"Then... go, go to Smuggler's Moon, Nashada..."