Ultra-dimensional Warfare

A slight voice of conversation came from the corridor outside into the living room specially set up for guests to rest.

And Kruzer happened to be a part of it, but Kruzer did not have the self-consciousness as a guest. Instead, he wandered around the living room voluntarily, seeming to be searching for something.

Especially in the guard's vigilant gaze, Kruze stood on the wine cabinet placed in the corner of the living room, pulling out the wine bottles in the compartment of the wine cabinet one by one and looking carefully.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be wasting time in front of this wine cabinet. The wine on this wine cabinet is nothing more than a face product, and there is nothing worth drinking."

Just as Kruze was looking at the wine storage in the wine cabinet, a slightly low male voice sounded not far behind Kruze.

"Oh?"

Kluzer stopped when he heard the sound, and turned around to look at the incoming person. The scene just now was nothing more than an improvisation by Kruze. Rather than sitting in a position and being stared at by those expressionless soldiers, it is better to walk around and look at the surrounding situation by looking at the wine cabinet.

However, this move was interrupted by someone.

A smile appeared on Cruzer's face, and he looked at the visitor and asked:

"I don't know what you are?"

"Oh oh oh. I was impolite."

The visitor was taken aback for a while, and after a quick apology, he solemnly introduced himself:

"My next friend is Berga Stone, the head of Brich Garman of the Epsilon Consortium. Please meet you for the first time, please!"

"Epsilon Consortium? Is that the consortium that has thousands of large groups in the galaxy?"

Kluzer kept recalling the information about this huge consortium, while proactively reaching out:

"Nice to meet you! You can call me Ray. Your Excellency Berga-Stone."

"Nice to meet you. Lord Ray." Berga Stone in the robe stretched out his hand and shook Kluzer, then pointed to the sofa next to him and said:

"It looks like Lord Lei seems to have a special liking for wine. I happen to have a bottle of wine from the Andromeda Galaxy. I wonder if Lord Lei is interested in tasting with me?"

"Oh? Andromeda Galaxy? Is that the legendary "Fantasy Wonderland"?"

Kluzer frowned and asked in surprise.

"Haha! It seems that I have found a friend today. That's right! This wine is a "fantasy wonderland"! Come on, Lord Lei, please sit down."

Berga Stone clapped his hands, and an entourage walked in from the door and brought a tightly sealed suitcase.

While Berga Stone instructed his entourage to open the box, he smiled and said, "I originally used this bottle of wine to give back to my old customers. But I didn't expect that the old customers turned me down because they were busy and didn't want to numb themselves. This gift."

After Berga Stone took the glass of wine with a refreshing aroma from his entourage, he sniffed it intoxicatedly, revealing a hint of intoxication.

"As a result, this wonderful enjoyment was ultimately resolved by myself. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to meet a confidant."

As soon as he finished speaking, Berga Stone raised his glass high to greet Cruze.

After taking over the aroma-laden liquor from his entourage, Kruze also returned his salute to Berga Stone.

"As far as I know, your consortium is involved in everything from food to armaments, but in general it is basically based on the new integration and various civilian armed forces."

Having said that, Cruze took a look at the glass of wine and continued:

"Why should we intervene, no, our war with the new unity."

"Intervention?"

Berga Stone smiled, after taking a sip of the fine wine, he showed a trace of drunkenness, and said slowly:

"Our consortium did not intervene in any wars. All we want is business. Whether it is a new integration or an anti-integration, as long as we give money, we will provide the goods."

"As long as the price is right and you have the goods in your hands, right?"

After tasting the so-called "Fantasy Wonderland", Kluzer smiled with satisfaction.

After seeing the smile on Cruze’s face, Berga Stone continued happily:

"Yes. As long as we can give us a satisfactory price, we will offer the goods you want. Come! Lord Lei. There are enough "dream wonderland" here. Let us get drunk and rest!"

"Great!"

Although Berga Stone declared that "Fantasy Wonderland" was enough, but without two or three efforts, the man in the high position of the Epsilon Consortium fell overwhelmingly.

Kruze smiled helplessly, and after drank the "Fantasy Wonderland" in the cup, he stretched out his hand to lift up Berga Stone who was lying on the table, so that his entourage could better support him. go.

but,

The moment Cruzer approached Berga Stone, a few words that seemed to be drunk utterances rang out.

There was only the two voices of Cruze and Berga Stone.

"The president...the president...is...controlled."

"The backbone...2...2...203..."

Although these intermittent, as if drunken gibberish-like words, they succeeded in attracting Cruze's attention.

After his entourage sent Berga Stone away, Cruze picked up the "Fantasy Wonderland" on the table and drank one cup after another.

Berga Stone.

This man dressed in a long robe, dressed like a Middle Eastern inhabitant of the earth age, is really not simple.

Although he looks like a speculative businessman betting on both sides, he has an amazing look in some respects.

Cruze is sure that Berga Stone may have seen through his identity, but Berga Stone did not directly reveal his identity. Instead, he took out the famous "Fantasy Wonderland" of the galaxy to greet Cruze, and even more. Finally, it broke the current intelligence lag caused by Kruze's penetration into the enemy camp.

"Interesting!" Cruzer poured the last liquor from the bottle into the glass, and smiled after taking a sip.

The president is missing, no, or news of being kidnapped.

For Cruze, it was actually well prepared. Deep down, Kruze also contributed to this so-called kidnapping.

It's just that this matter was well hidden by Cruze in the dark, and even He inexplicably didn't even know the slightest bit of relevant information.

just……

In addition to the president's kidnapping, there seems to be a situation that Kluzer did not expect.

The backbone fleet.

This term is unfamiliar and familiar to Cruze.

But for the humans in this world, especially the older generations of humans who have experienced star wars, it is a nightmare-like existence.

Never imagined that Kruze would have a relationship with the so-called backbone fleet when the plan reached a critical moment.

even……

It seems to be deeply involved.

"That's a super fleet with a unit of tens of thousands! Your Excellency Commander! How did you win that war back then?"

Kluzer couldn't help but wonder.

"Does it really depend on singing?"

In the years when he became MR.M, Kluzer has seen too many incredible things through the tactical music group Valkyrie.

But when he really had to face a super fleet consisting of at least hundreds of thousands of large and small warships starting from at least hundreds of thousands, Cruze, who had always been rational, was unable to convince himself that singing could defeat such a powerful enemy.

"Let me go and meet the leaders here!"

In the end, Cruze made the next decision.

"You, go report it. Said Lei from Niu Gelan asked to see the leader here. I only wait for 30 minutes. When 30 minutes arrive, I will leave by myself!"

Seeing the resolute Kluzer two soldiers guarding the door looked at each other, and finally nodded, took out the walkie-talkie from his arms, and asked the superior for instructions.

"Your Excellency, the general wants to see you! Please come with me."

Sure enough, after Cruze showed impatience, the other party quickly issued an order to meet him.

"Yeah." Cruzer's expression remained calm.

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at this time,

Ragnar Star.

The huge MACROSS is standing in the middle of the mountains. On its large flight deck, there are two tall and one short figures standing on it, looking at the sea in the distance.

The tall figure is two meters tall, and the short one is seven or eight meters tall.

The tall man raised his hand and scratched the back of his head. After he picked up his military cap and squeezed it, he said with a suffocated voice:

"General. Shouldn't we immediately respond to the headquarter's order to conduct a support search for the Venus Galaxy where the president is missing?"

He inexplicably shook his head and squinted at the sea.

"No, it's not the time yet. It won't be that simple. By the way. Is there any news from MR.M?"

Ernest shook his head, saying that he had not received any information.

"Really? So, just wait! The president doesn't lack that time. After all, the strength of the earth is enough to put a lot of pressure on anyone and any organization."

He smiled inexplicably, as if the disappearance of the new unified president of the earth was just a small matter, not a small matter of his own.

"Boom..."

While the two were talking, two VF-19s, one blue and one red, fell from the sky and landed on the deck lightly and accurately under the guidance of the bridge.

"That, that's..." Ernest's eyes were sharp, and he immediately noticed the paint markings on the two blue and red VF-19s.

And then the two people who walked down from above proved that Ernest's guess was correct.

"I have met two generals!! I am Ernest Johansson, the captain of this MACROSS."

Ernest straightened his chest and saluted solemnly.

The identities of the men and women in front of them had to make Ernest solemn.

Including what is inexplicable, this MACROSS has ushered in three legendary heroes of the Star Wars within less than a few years of service.

This made Ernest, who admired force, felt a surge of excitement.

"Big man, I am no longer a soldier. Don't call me general. I am the mayor of the 7th Ship Regiment." Miria, who took off her helmet and exposed her beautiful short green hair, seriously corrected Ernest's name. .

"Don't mind! Miria." After Mark, who was on the side, slightly relieved Ernest, he looked at the big man and nodded.

"Ernest Johnson. I've heard your name. Very good!"

With that said, Mark turned his head and looked at He inexplicably and joked: "Sometimes, I am really jealous of you! Inexplicably, you can always find a good subordinate worthy of trust."

"This is personal luck. You won't be envious of it." He looked smug inexplicably.

"Yes! I can't envy it. But I have many grandchildren now. I believe I will be able to hold my great-grandson soon. On the contrary, what about someone?" Mark's expression was flat, and he didn't even forget. Pushed the pair of large sunglasses.

"Yes! I said inexplicably, you and Mingmei have been married for so long. You should have had it for so long!" Usually it is not right with Mark, but when it is unanimous, the united Miria assists.

"Uh...cough cough. I'll talk about this later. Let's talk about business first!"

There is no doubt that in the face of such a difficult problem, the legendary hero has failed inexplicably.

But the three people joking with each other didn't expect that the poor big man's three views would be ruined by the three legendary heroes in front of him, who would relax and laugh at each other wantonly.