Disaster for Nar Shaddaa (Part 1)

"This..." Francis Underwood was a little embarrassed, "We have gone through an investigation, and it was Plure Barron who embezzled equipment and embezzled funds in the project and filled her own pockets. In order to cover up the negative impact caused by insufficient funds, she demolished the parts of the structure, and hired a group of prisoners to carry out escort work, because the price of these prisoners was much lower than that of the regular escort group..."

"So, the news came from these prisoners?" Darth Malthael's voice became colder.

"Indeed." Francis Underwood bowed his head.

"I think, as a punishment for leaking information, the place where those prisoners are located should have bloodshed?" Darth Malthael's voice is now as terrifying as the devil under the Nine Netherworld.

It's hard to imagine that just 10 minutes ago, he was still talking and laughing with Trent on the Astero-class Exploration Frigate. Of course, Trent may be the only person he can talk and laugh like this now.

"This..." Francis Underwood's forehead was already dripping with cold sweat, he picked up a handkerchief and wiped his forehead, "I'm asking the Intelligence Department to investigate which group of prisoners leaked...uh... "

Darth Malthael raised his hand, and the Terrifying Force of the Dark Side traveled through time and space, instantly strangled the neck of Francis Underwood on the other side of the Galaxy, and then directly lifted him up!

Francis danced and struggled violently, but he couldn't even touch or see what was holding his neck, he could only move around in despair, his face almost turned purple.

At this moment, Darth Malthael raised his hand and Francis was thrown to the ground with a plop. He rubbed his bruised neck and took a deep breath of air.

"Listen, my dear Prime Minister. I don't care if I killed the wrong person, or if there's any other reason for these people. I just know that they leaked information about me, and that's enough! I Failure can be tolerated, but I cannot tolerate stupidity! I cannot tolerate mercy! I cannot tolerate betrayal!" Darth Malthael said coldly, "Tell me, the creed of the Fourth Civilization."

"I... I am the Natural Disaster..."

"Very well, where are the prisoners from?"

"The prisoners are from Kessel, who rioted and killed the Republic Officials, and are now in a state of Self-Government. They will do anything for money."

"Then, sign the order, in your name," said Darth Malthael.

"Yes... obey."

"Then, I will tell you how the Fourth Natural Disaster works." After Darth Malthael finished speaking, he cut off the communication directly, turned around and went to the elevator of the tower, and came to the center of the tower——

The Headquarters Office of Atlas Security.

Here, Mira Han, Wang Bin, Big Boss and Ni Yongxiao are all here, obviously they have already received the order and are ready.

"How is the matter between Gardulla and Jabba going?" Darth Malthael asked.

"Judging from the current situation, the combination of the two of them, and the alliance between the Besadii Family and the Desilijic Family, is almost inevitable. From the perspective of the Hutts, they also think it is the most beneficial ending." Wang Bin adjusted his glasses and said.

"The Hutts may feel that they have been too comfortable recently!" Darth Malthael grinned. "Do they think that their chance will come when the Galactic Republic splits and Civil War breaks out? Tatooine, It will still be mine! Christophsis, they don't even want to go in! Arok Besadii thinks that if he allys with Jabba, he can get rid of his promise with me? Ha ha ha ha..."

"I've already made a plan, and I'm just waiting for your order." Big Boss said with a cigar in his mouth, "In ten years, we have taken root in Nar Shaddaa, and it is no longer the time from when we got here. Now, It depends on how you plan to fight."

Several people present were entranced by Darth Malthael's terrifying power, only he was still smoking his cigar with a normal expression.

"Arok Besadii." Darth Malthael said the name coldly, "He really saw that I was gradually infiltrating among the Hutts, and he wanted to stop it, So he did not hesitate to form an alliance with his lifelong enemies, the Desilijic Family. Jabba, who also understands this, will naturally not refuse... As for Gardulla, she is just a wimp, and she cannot make any decisions."

"But...the Besadii Family under Gardulla's rule is a good family." Ni Yongxiao said lightly.

"The Besadii Family is still very stable at present, and Arok does have two brushes. It's just... the Desilijic Family, not necessarily." Darth Malthael said, "A year ago in the the Prison Planet Kip, Jabba's Father, Zorba Desilijic Tiure, was arrested there and sentenced to 45 years in prison. But among the Desilijic Family, it is mainly Jabba's Uncle, Jiliac Desilijic Tiron and Jabba, who were so happy with the outcome that nothing was done to free him, although it was easy given the Hutts' wealth and power. Mira Han, I leave it to you, save Zorba."

Mira Han said excitedly: "Kip? It belongs to the jurisdiction of the Republic. If I want to go there to save people, I will definitely need the cover of a Fleet!"

"Ah, Matt Horner's Fleet A has no Combat Missions recently, and I heard that he has just taken over 10 New Capital Warships, and now the strength is sufficient, you can coordinate with him yourself." Darth Malthael smiled, "Then..."

"Ziro Desilijic Tiure, I'll go find him. And you, Big Boss, I have some business on Kessel before I act. Take all the Kaleesh, and then come with me, Darth Malthael said.

"Your Murderous Aura is almost visible to the naked eye." Big Boss said lightly.

"That's right, right now... I'm very angry..." Darth Malthael's eyes once again had a Golden Light.

...

Francis Underwood stumbled back to his mansion. He came to the Bar and poured himself a Full Glass of Wine, but he only took a sip when he picked it up, and stood there thinking.

A Hand stretched out from the side, taking the Wine Glass.

Francis didn't look back, the perfume had told him it was his Wife, Claire Underwood.

Claire also took a sip of Wine, looked at the bruise on Francis' neck, and asked, "What? I thought only the Senate of the Confederacy of Independent Systems would fight. It seems to be that there's a lot of noise here on Dawn?"