Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

Chapter 625 The Catastrophe Arrives

Xu Weiwei arrived at Ganz's door, rang the doorbell, and said to it, "Gantz, it's me. Are you inside?"

There was no sound, but the door opened by itself.

Xu Weiwei walked in slowly.

The sun had completely set, and the room was dark, with only a sliver of light filtering through the porthole, allowing a vague view of the room's layout. Ganz sat on the edge of the bed, facing the window with his back to her.

Seeing this, Xu Weiwei immediately felt distressed.

Her leather shoes clicked on the metal floor as she approached Ganz and asked softly, "Are you alright?"

“You…” Xu Weiwei’s fingers twitched, wanting to touch him but afraid of bothering him.

The room fell silent, the oppressive atmosphere making it hard to breathe.

Number Seven is a liar; everything he said is completely wrong. Xu Weiwei thought with annoyance.

Just as she was about to discreetly disappear, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and a force pulled her back. When she opened her eyes again, she was already in Ganz's arms.

The other person's two thick, strong arms were tightly wrapped around her, and the stark difference in their sizes made Xu Weiwei feel as if she were embedded in them.

It turns out that Gantz didn't not want to talk, he just didn't know what to say. When he saw Xu Weiwei was about to leave, he became anxious and his body moved subconsciously.

He was like a lost traveler at sea, with the lighthouse obscured by thick fog. In his confusion and helplessness, he could only cling to a kerosene lamp for warmth.

Xu Weiwei silently endured the protests of her muscles and bones, and gently patted Ganz's back with both hands.

No words are needed at this moment, because any comfort would be utterly inadequate. Ganz is no longer the child who can be easily coaxed with a few sweet words.

Both of them knew perfectly well that bleeding was unavoidable.

All Xu Weiwei could do was stay by Ganz's side, at least to let him know that he wasn't facing these things alone.

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"Ah—! Damn it! Another plane crash! Damn it!"

A man in camouflage slammed his fist on the monitor panel, and the extremely hard glass of the picture tube immediately cracked in several places. The current inside flickered a few times, and the monitor completely shut down.

Seeing this, his accomplice cursed and kicked him, chair and all, to the ground: "You good-for-nothing! Why are you getting so angry over the equipment?"

The man stood up, grabbed a stool from beside him, and slammed it to the ground in anger before storming out of the tent.

The others were either cleaning their guns or smoking, and a sense of restlessness hung over everyone's brows.

They are mercenaries who operate in the gray area, specializing in creating terror, and earning high rewards by doing dirty work for the wealthy and those seemingly glamorous big shots.

About six months ago, they received a strange mission.

The client gave them a coordinate range and tasked them with finding a planet that "plays hide-and-seek." Initially, they treated it like a vacation, using the money to purchase ample supplies and indulging in food, drink, and pleasure in space, mocking the unrealistic fantasies of the wealthy.

But gradually, they sensed something was wrong. The number of strange starships roaming around them was increasing, and in this desolate and silent depths of space, they could see three or four different groups of people every month.

This makes one wonder what exactly is driving them.

Then one day, that mysterious planet appeared, and for the first time, the radar detector gave a clear signal.

They reported the news to their employer immediately, making the employer feel that the money hadn't been wasted. If there was no further action, it would seem like they weren't doing their job.

But to everyone's surprise, after a brief appearance, the planet disappeared again. Instead, the employer comforted them, telling them not to worry and to calm down.

Since they've already said that, let's just keep waiting.

During this time, the "cunning" planet appeared several times, only to disappear quickly, as if deliberately toying with them, which was infuriating.

But they weren't entirely without gains; with each discovery, they got a little closer to it.

Until yesterday, it finally grew tired of the game and completely exposed itself.

Every mercenary's eyes gleamed with excitement and greed, rubbing their hands together, eager to get started.

"Finally, we can land! I'm so curious about what that 'miracle drug' looks like. Is it really that amazing?"

The employer had already paid them an extra commission and informed them of the next steps. While waiting, they did some research and learned about the Scott Expedition.

The networks of the Imperial and Federation star systems are blocked, and these lawless areas are further protected by both sides. Internet access is only possible through special means, which leads to some congestion and delays in their information.

After learning more, they finally understood why the employer was willing to spend so much money to do this.

"Once we find it, we might earn more than the commission from this mission."

"Be bold, buy a legal identity, and it's not impossible to clean up your act. The money left over will be enough for us to live the rest of our lives without doing anything."

"Damn, just thinking about it makes me feel good."

"Hahahaha!"

A group of outlaws sat together, talking loudly, as if a treasure trove was already open to them, and all they had to do was grab a bag and fill it up.

But once they actually landed on this planet, they gradually realized that this piece of meat was not easy to eat.

The first challenge is competition from "peers".

As soon as the starship landed from space, before they even encountered any locals, they were attacked by two groups of other forces. After a brief exchange of fire, they chose to retreat, and the other side also remained cautious and did not take any further action.

Everyone tacitly chose to conserve their strength, avoiding depleting themselves while allowing others to take advantage. Firing was merely a way of showing "I'm not someone to be trifled with." When the situation was unclear, all parties would exercise restraint.

Immediately afterwards, drones and aircraft were launched. Various types of technological products hovered over the planet Goodell, and in less than half a day, they had thoroughly surveyed the stone fortress and the areas where the permanent population lived.

What struck them as odd was that there wasn't a single person in these buildings!

The signs of life were so obvious, and some livestock were even grazing in the pen, yet the people had all disappeared!

Even in the event of a large-scale infectious disease or natural disaster, there must be corpses, right?

"There's still half the area we haven't searched. Could it be that everyone's hiding on that side?" someone wondered.

After saying that, he immediately frowned and retorted, "It shouldn't be that fast... That's a primeval forest, obviously not a place for people to live, and it's hundreds of kilometers away from here. Even if we flew, it would be right under our noses."

"They couldn't have known we were coming and moved out in advance, could they?"

This claim was met with disdain by his accomplices.

"Stop with the nonsense, drop a few bombs and see if they're hiding underground. If not, recall the aircraft, replace the battery, and scout westward."

The other factions also unanimously chose the same strategy.

Explosions echoed everywhere, houses collapsed, smoke and dust filled the air, and some places even caught fire.

In just a few minutes, the once charming, quaint, and lovely village was completely destroyed.

The perpetrators didn't even show their faces.