Chapter 2297: Time to make a change

The picture that made Speaker Ross's horror faded did not last long.
But just after Speaker Duss finished speaking, the screen suddenly disappeared.
"What about the back?"
Speaker Ross, with a slightly distorted face, also changed his voice.
"No more."
"It in the blood pool should be the leader."
"At that time, I used the positioning of Speaker Duss and the smart watch that invaded him recorded the scenes just now."
"I don't know if Speaker Duss noticed the abnormality or some other reason, the connection established by my intrusion was suddenly interrupted."
"I was also shocked at that time, but after calming down, I didn't dare to invade the first-level network of Hunting Star.
Parkrit quickly responded.
Next, there was a long silence.
After about a few minutes, Speaker Ross, whose expression at least calmed down, looked at Pakrit and solemnly asked, "Who else knows about this."
Shaking his head, Pakrit said: "There is no one else. I thought about it for a long time, and I don't know who to tell or whom to believe. You have been the speaker who has the most conflicts with Speaker Duss on different issues in the Parliament. So I still choose to tell you this information."
"well."
"You stay there, I will send someone to pick you up right away."
"There is not much time left for us. We must make a decision right away."
Having said this, Speaker Rose stretched out his hand.
The three-dimensional projection screen disappeared, and Pakrit let out a long breath before sitting down.
This matter is not just a stone in his heart, it is simply a poisonous blade in his heart.
Although he is the most famous and honest observer in the "Hidden Galaxy", and he has been taken into custody because of reports on the evil deeds of several members of Parliament, Parksington discovered what he really was when he encountered such a major and even terrifying event. Can't do it.
By directly exposing the images just now in the form of a live broadcast, Pakrit determined that he would be directly banned by the intelligent system without saying a few words, and then there was an official explanation that those were just lies.
Pakrit knows the dark side of the media very well than more people.
But he didn't do anything. He watched tomorrow's "Blood Sacrifice Day" not only kill some other creatures to sacrifice their ancestors, but use the lives of countless clansmen to sacrifice. Pacrit couldn't do it.
Well now, Speaker Rose is extremely prestigious in the Parliament, and now that the problem is passed to him, Parkrit feels at least at ease.
As for how Speaker Rose will react, it is no longer what Pakrit can interfere. What he has to do now is pray that Speaker Rose can resolve everything peacefully.
No matter how bad it is, just ignite the flames of war on the hunting star, that is the best result, even if Parkrit thinks this is unlikely.
Pakrit, who was lost in thought, did not notice that in the ventilation duct above his head, a worm about the thickness of his hair and the length of his fingers suddenly crawled in along the fence.
The slender worm was completely black. After crawling out of the ventilation duct, its body arched high from the middle section. Dozens of opposite feet slammed, but silently landed on Pakrit’s shoulder. .
He didn't feel the creeping foot, but Pakrit seemed to feel something.
He looked down at the working platform in front of him, but the light screen that was still working just now turned off.
Professional accomplishment caused Pacritte's sensitivity, his expression flickered and then he turned his hand to look at his wrist.
The smart watch flashed a faint red light warning, and the icon with no signal on the small screen kept flashing.
His face changed suddenly, and Pakrit, who immediately thought of something, suddenly stood up.
However, before he turned his head to look at the French window behind him, the worm bounced up again and drilled in along his ear holes.
Feeling a pain in his ears, Pakrit could not reach out his hand to cover his ears, and he fell down like a wooden stake.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a micro-aircraft is quietly suspended.
After Patrick fell, the aircraft turned around and quickly disappeared into the night.
With cars coming and going in the night sky, every "Sarnaga" person is preparing for tomorrow's "Blood Sacrifice Day".
No one knows what Pakrit has experienced, just as few people know what will happen on the "Blood Sacrifice Day" tomorrow.
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"Fleet refurbishment? All staff are on vacation?"
"Yes, the notice just released above."
"You heard that right, the Blood Sacrifice Day is every year, and hasn't all the staff been on vacation?"
The only fleet in the "hidden galaxy", several crew members were chattering boringly, and they went away because of the excitement of a crew member who had just entered.
"All warships and spaceships in the fleet are routinely maintained and refurbished. All crew members are assembled according to their registration positions. We will arrange transport ships to send you out of the fleet."
"This overhaul is done by intellectual brains and mechanical bodies, so we don't leave any crew members on board."
"Repeat the notice, all warships and spaceships in the fleet are routinely maintained..."
At this moment, Zhi Nao's soft voice rang in the ears of the crew.
Although some couldn't understand such an unprecedented order, those crew members were excited to pack their personal belongings and began to gather according to the location of their registration.
At the same time, over the "semi-mechanical production center" of several planetary companions of the "cryptic galaxy", overwhelming "semi-mechanical life forms" received instructions and flew back.
These "semi-mechanical lifeforms" are not like the "pets" necessary for daily life of the "Sarnaga" people, but they are all combat units.
There was only a short time left, and almost all the combat "semi-mechanical lifeforms" were assembled, gathered or imprisoned.
"All members of the fleet are on holiday? No one is left?"
"I want to know, whose decision is this?"
"What? Speaker Rose?"
"I will contact Speaker Rose immediately, and I want to ask him what he wants to do?"
Angrily ended the video call with the fleet commander, Speaker Mogg called Speaker Ross’s private communication number, and was about to send a communication connection request.
With a "pouch", a sharp blade plunged down the top of Speaker Mogg's head.
The half-arm-length sharp blade almost pierced his head, and Speaker Mogg, whose body was twitching violently, rolled his eyes and fell onto the chair.
At this time, the speaker's assistant came to him.
At least with the beautiful face of the "Sarnaga" people bowed down, the assistant looked at the speaker who was still convulsing, but smiled and said: "It is time for the Sarnagar to make a change. A lot of bloodshed and conflict, so it’s time to die for old stubborns like you."
After speaking, the assistant stretched out his hand and pulled out the sharp blade, turned and walked outside.
In the office outside, there are still some people waiting for her to deal with it.
The assistant also knew that on this evening, there must be more people doing the same thing with her.
And these people must be the same as her, firmly convinced that under the leadership of the "leader", and under the leadership of Speaker Rose and Duss and others, the "Sarnaga" will regain its glory.