Traitor

At this time, Ethan was at the convention held in the Ninety-Fifth Fleet base conference hall held via the Research Facility, when unexpectedly his communicator rang!

Ethan noticed that it was Williams, his chief of staff, calling.

"Williams, what happened?"

"Reporting to the commander. The Fifth prince has escaped. Two guards died, and four crew members were also killed in the surveillance room of the base!"

"What? Have you called the monitoring to check?"

"It has been checked. The monitoring suggests that 20 minutes ago, Officer Gregory and two different people walked out of the protected room with a container, and boarded a transport ship range NFF-609 in the Starport, which has already left the port."

"Get the fleet equipped for departure!" Ethan ordered.

He rushed out of the Conference hall, ordering his spaceship to depart.

"Yes! Commander, there is one extra component that I need to report to you!"

"Speak!"

"According to the monitoring, when Gregory and the others carried the container onto the transport ship, they were stopped by Major General Chen, she walked into the transport ship, and never came out again…"

"What?"

At this time, Ethan was infuriated, 'How dare you, Gregory Rothschild!' he growled lowly.

"Prepare for the assault in the shortest time."

"Roger!"

After cutting off the call, he contacted Admiral Collins as he was rushing out.

"Ethan, what happened there? I acquired a note saying that the first-level fight readiness alarm has been sounded in Starport no.27?"

"Commander, the Fifth Prince has escaped with Gregory Rothchilds' assistance. They are presently on the transport ship NFF-609, much less than fifteen minutes away from the port."

"What? Damn, the Rothchilds'!" Admiral Collins roared.

"I have already arranged so many men to monitor them and this nonetheless happened?!"

Ethan, listen no matter what you utilize, you have to bring back the Prince, and deal with the traitor in accordance to the military law."

"Report the current position of the transport ship."

"Reporting, the transport ship is currently heading toward Area B-590 The speed of this kind of transport ship is only 2,000 kilometers per second. According to the pace of our Fleet, it can be intercepted in half an hour."

"Area B-590 is the edge of the asteroid belt. I suspect that the Vortans must have arranged a response team in the asteroid belt. Adjust the course, and let the Fleet make a detour to Area B-570."

Ethan knows very nicely that a Fleet rescuing the Fifth Prince will surely be no less than a few hundred warships. So if he rushes at once to Area B-590, his one hundred warships will honestly no longer win and they would get destroyed.

Therefore, Ethan needs to make a detour.

Ethan did not directly communicate this plan with Admiral Collins. After all, he didn't know whether or not the Rothschild Family nonetheless had an eye watching. So Ethan edited a layout and directly transmitted it to Admiral Collins's private communicator.

At this time, inside the transport ship NFF-609

"Reporting, there is a message from the inside. The whole Ninety Fifth Fleet has been dispatched, and it is anticipated to intercept us in 50 minutes!"

"Hehe, in fifty minutes? It's too late, by then we will already have rendezvous with Commander Fisk's fleet in 30 minutes. But I'm very curious, why didn't Ethan catch up? Could it be that you did not mean a great deal to him? What do you think Chen Xue?"

Gregory jokingly looked at Chen Xue, whose palms and feet have been tied up and a gag in her mouth. Ever since she had woken up, she has been glaring at Gregory.

At the part of the Küiper Asteroid Belt, Area B-590

Except for the Warships that are currently on a mission, the ultimate 15,000 Warships of the Ninety-Fifth Fleet have all assembled here.

The transport ship that Gregory had hijacked was already in sight, but the Ninety-Fifth Fleet had to stop because, at this moment, the Vortans fleet hidden in the asteroid belt has uncovered themselves and blocked the Ninety-Fifth Fleet.

Such a huge Fleet amounting to 30,000 Warships managed to pass by via the Asteroid Belt barring the Odeus Base undetected. There is a large range of detectors deployed by the Federation in the Asteroid Belt, so how could they bypa…? Admiral Collins immediately realized

" Damn Rothschild Family…"

Inside the Flagship of the Ninety-Fifth Fleet, Admiral Collins gritted his teeth in anger.

He would no longer believe it even if he is killed that the Rothschild Family isn't behind this. Moreover, Gregory's blatant rescue of the Prince already made it obvious that the Family has sided with the enemy.

"Commander, if we combat with the 30,000 Warships of the Vortans here, the possibilities of prevailing are low!"

Admiral Collins's Adjutant said with some worry.

"I understand. However, at this point, this is no longer a rescue mission however rather the destiny of the Federation lies in this battle. If we can not defeat them here, the Vortans can constantly beef up their Fleets and more will arrive. By then the Federation will be over…"

"Let the first to fifth squadrons form an assault formation and turn to Area B-588! Give me a breakthrough!" Admiral Collins ordered his Adjutant.

"Commander, however, that path is!"

"Stop talking, this is not the time to hesitate, execute the order!"

"Roger!"

....

At Earth's Federation Presidential Office, the sudden incident at the Odeus Base has also reached President Uhuru's ears this moment.

*Bang…

In the office, he slammed the table heavily!

Originally, he was just thinking that the Rothschild Family movements and infiltration of the Ninety-Fifth Fleet at the frontline is just to gain control of power, however, what is this?! He pressed a button on top of his desk.

"Grand Vizier, immediately arrest everyone in the Rothschild Family. Be sure to figure out within 30 hours what they are doing and why was the Vortans able to avoid our monitoring in the Asteroid Belt."

"Roger that Sir!"

"Remember, you are permitted to use any means, the sooner we make them speak, the greater the chances we will survive this crisis."

"Understood!"

As the communicator disconnected, he was lost in thought. There were still many doubts in the whole matter.