Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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The marshal is so powerful, how could he die so easily?

He must be lost on some remote planet, there is no way to contact them!

Seeing the light suddenly rising in everyone's hearts, the adjutant's heart sank.

A few hours ago, although the technicians said that they had found the position of the marshal, they said that the marshal's mech was damaged by more than 50%, and he basically lost his combat ability.

The pursuers followed, but the mecha lost its ability to fight. The adjutant didn't dare to think about the consequences.

But this is also his only chance now, the only chance to temporarily unite these people and resist outside intrusion.

Maybe this time is a month, half a month, but there is always a longer time, allowing him to think of a good way to solve the immediate crisis.

The adjutant rubbed his eyebrows and smiled wryly in his heart.

Although up to now, he has not thought of any perfect solution to this crisis.

"Okay, now it's time to discuss another issue." He looked around the excited crowd, and said excitedly, "Which of us will pick up the marshal?"

The quarrel in the conference room continued for another two hours, and then several starships sailed out of the capital star, heading towards the vast starry sky.

The congressmen who got the news felt uneasy, and couldn't help but feel murderous.

Now that Qin Ding is dead, why come out to make trouble?

"What if he's not dead?" Someone suddenly whispered.

"Impossible!" The people around him retorted fiercely: "No one can survive that kind of disaster!"

They personally saw the explosion of the wormhole he was in from the optical brain records of a colleague. How could Qin Ding survive?

However, thinking about this guy's unfavorable record in the past, they felt uneasy again.

"But what if?"

This idea flashed through everyone's minds, but no one said it out loud.

"Otherwise, directly..." Someone said half a sentence, and the meaning in it was very obvious.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and then they shook their heads helplessly: "There is no chance."

He gritted his teeth and said, "His adjutant fox didn't give anyone the coordinates of where he was going, so we can't kill him in advance."

Moreover, the force in their hands is not enough to intercept and kill those starships now.

"Let them go crazy!" Qiang's calm voice sounded one after another: "After it is confirmed that Qin Ding is completely dead, those guys will know what is a wise choice!"

As long as Qin Ding is dead, they can divide up the talents he cultivated!

At this moment, everyone was looking forward to Qin Ding's death.

But in Desolate Star, Qin Ding was seriously repairing the last fatal wound on the mecha.

The mecha that has been barely repaired to be usable is still extremely bleak at this moment, it is hard to imagine the majesty when I first saw him.

Touching the cold metal with his fingertips, Xie Zhuo asked, "How many more days?"

Qin Ding touched Xie Zhuo's wrist with his fingertips, and said with a light smile, "Three days."

Now the mech has been charged with 35% of the energy, and the damaged energy tank can accept another three days of charging at most.

Looking up at the blue sky, Xie Zhuo suddenly said, "Ah, I can finally go out."

He could already imagine what the kids who hadn't contacted him would do.

Perhaps, his lair was about to be demolished by these people.

Qin Ding listened to him talking about those subordinates with a smile, but there was unconcealable worry in his eyes.

"they are very good."