Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 436 - 75. Velazquez Security

Chapter 436: 75. Velazquez Security

Valenkov’s city planning was simple and brutal. The wide roads and harbors were only suitable for large military vehicles to come and go, not for the convenience of the residents.

Valenkov never considered the convenience of residents. They took pride in becoming warriors and saw dying on the battlefield as their life’s destiny. Money stained with blood was what they craved.

With ammonium gold in one hand and a head in the other, they were willing to spend money to get good equipment and weapons. So practical.

But for a long time, the rulers of Valenkov were unaware that the most important supply and logistics of an army could not be entrusted to outsiders.

Sorenfu Nikita, smoking a cigarette from the "Union Group," sat at a table belonging to the "Union Group," frowning as he looked at the streamlined and powerful subsidiary of the "Union Group"—Velazquez Security employees across the highway built by the "Union Group."

He picked up his terminal, gazing deeply at his daughter’s image on the unlock screen.

"I’m sorry, Sora."

He deleted the screensaver and all information related to his family, leaving one last message on the terminal:

"The time has come. Long live the great motherland. Valenkov will never be reduced to a mere footnote in a Grand Narrative."

After speaking, he sent the message and deleted the record, ensuring that nothing was left behind.

In room 6409 of the apartment provided for Velazquez logistics personnel to rest and live, he had already set up a tight trap.

Velazquez Defense Co., known as the "Union Group’s" favorite, primarily hired personnel from the follower armies of narrative-level planetary civilizations, selecting the most elite troops from the politicians and nobility of various civilizations. These were trained into Delta rank core forces, and all commanders reached Zeta rank, possessing strong rapid response, integrated strike and reconnaissance, and hardcore landing operational capabilities, their morale extremely tenacious.

Moreover, coming from elite aristocratic families, they had excellent family education, could operate various sophisticated equipment, and everyone was a technical soldier. As they did not directly belong to the narrative-level civilization, they were not bound by conventions and could even carry star-destroying weapons on patrol.

The existence of Velazquez was precisely part of the "Union Group’s" strategy for the starfield. The company planned to further plant seeds of chaos in the Layer Abyss to facilitate continued expansion of the inherent temporal domain. By fragmenting and interfering with the other two narrative-level civilizations’ focus on Starry Abyss.

Everyone knew the current chaos was caused by Velazquez, and behind Velazquez was the "Union Group," but did it matter?

The powerful Velazquez Corporation, relying on excellent self-produced equipment and the quality of its personnel, quickly became the premium subcontractor for the "Union Group" in the Noft Nebula. Apart from the geographically advantageous Valkyrie Fortress, almost all the mercenary city-states suffered a dimensional reduction strike from this narrative-level civilization.

——Oh, Valkyrie Fortress was also controlled by the "Union Group."

"Damn company dogs. You’ve destroyed my homeland."

Nikita cursed, holding his head in frustration. As a former soldier who had lost his job, he knew that once a mercenary city-state lost its job, it had no living skills. Facing the advanced equipment and powerful strength of Velazquez, it had no competitive ability.

Moreover, Valenkov’s production capacity was very poor, and almost all their war materials were imported, giving them no ability to resist desperately.

But Nikita remained puzzled.

Why would a narrative-level civilization’s vassal division compete for the market with a mercenary city-state like theirs?

It wasn’t just Nikita; the entire mercenary city-state didn’t understand either.

This was also why he used connections to stay in this apartment and observe Velazquez’s movements up close.

Nikita extinguished his cigarette, and four bright little eyes fused together, focusing his gaze on the Velazquez Corporation port in the distance. Two Zeta rank spearhead security guards grabbed a silver-blue striped door frame, opened it, and a light-blue energy mass fluctuated, generating a molecular reorganization teleporter. The beautiful light screen rippled slightly, and a carbon-based human in formal attire slowly walked out.

Nikita quickly picked up the terminal beside him and began matching the figure’s appearance: light green skin, black hair, a sailfish tattoo on the back of the hand, dragonscale on the cheeks with molten gold vertical pupils showing his extraordinary Dragonborn lineage.

These distinctive features quickly matched the data.

However, the final data Nikita obtained almost made him gasp in shock.

"Andrew Velazquez, my God... this is the prince of Velazquez."

Andrew, although young, appeared very composed. As soon as he landed, he turned to greet the security responsible for the teleportation door before engaging in conversation with the reception manager.

He recognized the person receiving him: "Yulitus, the branch manager. Damn, this guy is the one who expanded the market and took all our orders..."

Nikita took an enhancement drug, boosting his perception.

Thanks to his proximity, his alien hearing could clearly pick up sounds, filtering out the noise from the teleportation door and landing crafts. He activated the translation module, held his breath, and quietly listened.

Any eavesdropping device might be detected, but no one would suspect an old and impoverished Valenkov alien, with no source of income, would risk beheading to listen to their conversation.

The usually domineering branch manager in Valenkov was now full of flattery, his words filled with nauseating compliments:

"Master Andrew! Your arrival truly brings glory to this place. Unfortunately, the facilities here are not complete, but rest assured, I have specially established a hotel for your stay—"

"Spare me the pleasantries. I’m not here for a vacation," Andrew, not in a good mood, spoke in a tone of reprimand, "Manager Yulitus, my father is already struggling to cope with the board’s pressure, and the Union Group is also urging us. [Dragon Language] "Prestige Aura."

Hearing these words, combined with the effect of the dragon spell, Manager Yulitus’s legs shook uncontrollably, stuttering as he said:

"Well, please rest assured——the Valenkov market is a brand-new blue ocean. Upon our first intervention, uh, the market department also believes there is a need to empower the equipment side and individual soldiers. After repeated screenings, we have already optimized the project managers for unqualified personnel ——"

"Such bureaucratic language can fool outsiders and interns. I want you to speak plainly."

Andrew said discontentedly.

"This, Master Andrew... we haven’t found the Blood of Nakis yet."

——Blood of Nakis?

Nikita heard this term for the first time, then listened to Yulitus almost beggingly say:

"Master! You know that this isn’t just a simple mineral or a person. Even with narrative-level means, we can’t directly search for such a conceptual existence... please give us a few more days."

"Sigh." Andrew sighed, "Why didn’t you say so earlier? Deceiving superiors, bureaucratic language, redundant formalities, how inefficient. Your cautious and indecisive behavior reflects distrust in the company and irresponsibility towards frontline employees."

Seeing that Andrew wasn’t angry, Yulitus breathed a sigh of relief and hastily apologized:

"Master, it was my fault. I will immediately mobilize more resources for the search. Please give me another chance."

"Don’t worry, I won’t stupidly replace personnel at the last minute. These are all your people, and you are the most familiar with the Valenkov Autonomy environment. How could I replace you?"

Andrew patted his shoulder, showing a comforting and encouraging demeanor.

"Thank you, Master ——"

Before Yulitus could finish his words, Andrew’s eyes glowed with an arcane aura, and with a sudden forceful grab, Yulitus’s feet left the ground as he screamed in agony, his soul extracted and condensed into a flame.

Andrew casually handed Yulitus’s spiritual body to his assistant. The assistant respectfully took it, placing the soul into a portable magic lantern. After burning for a moment, they extracted the essence of his memories, proficiently loading it into the magic guidance computer and uploading it to the local network.

In less than 3 seconds, every Velazquez employee received Yulitus’s experience and memories of Valenkov.

As the company’s heir, Andrew did not forget to instruct:

"Remember to modify that guy’s skin, implant an artificial soul, and resume his work for the company."

"Yes, Master Andrew."

"I’m heading to the office. The two other narrative-levels have already noticed Velazquez’s abnormal invasion. The group is urging us. Within two natural months, we must produce results. Otherwise, the Interstellar Alliance will intervene in the investigation, and we’ll lose our chance to obtain the Blood of Nakis."

Witnessing all this, Yulitus’s subordinates seemed accustomed to it, showing no reaction but more respect and admiration for this young master’s methods.

Nikita even heard someone whisper:

’As expected from headquarters, they took down an old hand like Yulitus without hesitation. It’s a shame; he wasn’t known for embezzling funds.’

’It’s said Andrew is only 120 years old and has already reached Zeta rank. Among the chairman’s 409 children, not only is he the most favored, he’s also the only one with a Green Marsh Dragon blood concentration of 17%, truly a genius among geniuses...’

’We need to be more careful. Now that Andrew is directly in charge here, we can’t continue slacking off and skimming profits.’

’Who would’ve thought he’d directly eliminate Yulitus? The previous strategy of gradual assimilation is definitely off the table.’

’We were supposedly advancing into the market to find the Blood of Nakis. We can’t let other narrative-levels find out about this...’

These conversations revealed a wealth of information. Just as Nikita was attentively eavesdropping, a voice echoed in his mind:

"So that’s it. They are after the Blood of Nakis."

Nikita nodded.

Suddenly, he turned his head, his hand morphing into a massive scorpion claw, swinging it backward.

Bzzz——

The space rippled, and a headless humanoid creature easily dodged his attack, leaning against the bed frame with its arms crossed.

Although the opponent’s face had no features, Nikita distinctly felt the stranger was examining him playfully.

"Who are you?"

"You can call me Leoz, Mr. Nikita."