Deep in the barren desert of Tatooine, a YV-865 Aurore-class Freighter was parked on a flat place.
Yuri Orlov sat at the open hatch of the spaceship, holding a bottle of cold beer in his hand, drinking happily, humming a song of unknown meaning.
"Are we waiting like this? Same as last time?" Vitali walked over and took the bottle from Yuri, took a big sip by himself, and then hiccupped beautifully.
"That's right, the same as last time, wait. This is the harvest season!" Yuri shook his legs, feeling extremely comfortable.
However, at this time, Trent came over from the cockpit with a livid face. He said in a deep voice: "We must leave, now, immediately, immediately!"
"Don't worry about this moment, we can..."
Before Yuri finished speaking, Trent picked him up. Trent's eyes were a little red. He looked into Yuri's eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know what kind of balance the Supreme Commander wants you to break, but anyway, let me tell you now! Things are getting bigger!"
Only then did Yuri realize something was wrong, he slapped Trent's hand away and asked, "What happened?"
Trent stuffed something like a portable radio into Yuri's hands, "The Bothans robbed the Bonta Night Pod race held by Jabba the Hutt! Killed hundreds of spectators and dozens of mercenaries, and then stole more than 1 million credits! Now Jabba has raised their bounty to 200,000 credits each, and vowed to chop them up!"
"Fuck! Those guys are so bold?" Even Yuri was shocked. He had been investigating Tatooine for a long time, so he naturally knew the fame of Bontaye Pod racing.
"Now we can't stay in Tatooine, we must leave now!" Trent said.
"Wait a minute, it should be safe for us to hide in the desert now." Yuri shook his head, "There are enough supplies on the spaceship, and the Gobi we went to yesterday can avoid radar detection..."
"We have to go!" Trent said sharply, "Now this matter has involved the Supreme Commander!"
"I don't care... do you mean the Supreme Commander? Why did he get involved? No matter how hard you search, the most you can find is us?!" Yuri was stunned.
Trent sighed and said, "Maybe this is the Supreme Commander's arrangement. I can only tell you this-the black hand behind the scenes has moved."
Yuri was dumbfounded. After a long time, he turned around and said to T-850: "Unload the weapons and ammunition, dig a hole and bury them! Quick!!"
T-850 immediately followed suit, picked up the shovel and began to work, digging quickly.
"What are you doing? We have to leave now!" Trent grabbed Yuri.
Yuri turned around and hugged Trent's shoulder, and said seriously: "Trent, listen! Although we haven't known each other for long, I know you, and you know me! Right. So, you must listen to me!"
Without waiting for Trent to answer, he said to the other two T-850s: "You, tear off all the bionic skin on your body! Then go to him to remove the learning restriction device. After that, you will stay in this area. In the desert, divide the weapons and ammunition into three parts and bury them, understand?"
T-850 nodded expressionlessly and then began to tear his own skin. The bionic skin was ripped apart, and the artificial blood flowed all over the place. It looked as disgusting as a plasma movie.
Yuri took out another communicator and handed it to him, "Listen, this is the only communicator that can contact Broderick Gravel, which means that he can only find you now! If he is desperate, take him to come here and pick up some ammunition and supplies, but don't let them hang up!"
T-850 continues to tear at the skin, nodding at the same time.
"And then you need to have them weld a layer of armor on you, anyway don't let your true colors out. After you take out the learning restraint device, you need a name, just... OK, let's call it Jason Statham. Then tell Roderick Gravel, I will be back! If you have not died, I will be back! Bringing back more powerful weapons! Do you hear me?" Yuri became more and more excited, and finally almost shouted.
"I get it, leave it to me. Broderick Gravel isn't going to die," Jason Statham said.
Another T-850 had already helped him remove the learning restraints.
A moment later, the YV-865 Aurore-class Freighter soared into the sky and flew towards the sky. T-850 Jason Statham stood in the pile of weapons and ammunition, looking at the figure of the spaceship from a distance.
The yellow sand of the desert was blowing against his metal mechanical skeleton, which was still stained with artificial flesh and blood, making him look extremely terrifying.
At this time, the communicator that Yuri gave him rang, and he picked up the communicator and said a little rigidly: "I am Jason Statham, and I am Santa Claus who stayed to help you..."
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Endor System, Mothership Glory, Supreme Commanders's Office.
Tang Xiao looked at Trent, who was full of travel and dust, with a solemn expression, "You mean, the person behind the scenes has taken action?"
"That's right." The Trent nodded, and said a name, "Hego Damask II, he took the initiative to contact me."
"Unexpected, or unexpected. What did he say?" Tang Xiao was not as surprised as Trent expected but asked calmly.
"He has a commission to give us, and he asked you to participate in this operation by name. And he wants us to go to Tatooine to meet him as soon as possible." Trent said, "This time Yuri caused an uproar in Tatooine, Tatooine almost turned into a battlefield. Then, he contacted me, and you said before that this person is dangerous...Why did he come to you directly?"
Tang Xiao took a deep breath, leaned back on the back of the seat, and said softly, "Because of my strength."
"Power? Supreme Commander, what is your plan? Why did you ask Yuri to detonate the powder keg of Tatooine?" Trent asked.
"I really want to tell you, but I can't." Tang Xiao shook his head, "Only you can't know, at least not now. Otherwise, Hego will learn about my plan from you. Let's go to the medical department now, Go sleep there and let them give you a deep hint, and from now on you will only think that Yuri's arms trafficking operation is just the result of his mistake and has nothing to do with me."
"Supreme Commander, who is Hego? Is he really so scary? I only know that he is a member of the Interstellar Banking Clan and a director of the Damask Holding Group. He would..." Trent was completely shocked.
"I'll tell you, Trent, but not now, if you can trust me." Tang Xiao walked over and hugged Trent, and said softly: "This is a gamble of mine, friend. If you lose, Maybe I'll die badly. But if I win, then... 13 years from now, after that war, there will be a place for us in this Galaxy."