Galactic War

On the other side of the distant Milky Way lies a beautiful and prosperous star system comparable to our own—Bristol. A brilliant civilization once flourished here, but its corrupt and decadent rule led to its rapid decline, ultimately turning it into one of the most important colonies in our advanced and powerful solar system.
Since then, peace has eluded this region; rebellion and assassination have become the dominant themes, with continuous warfare raging across its planets. For nearly a century, countless warlords have emerged, their ambitions bringing endless slaughter and boundless suffering…
Friedrich Saar Oskhrom, the most hated and feared cosmic terrorist by the solar system's government, wields unimaginable influence in the Bristol system; he is a legend in the hearts of the Bristol people. Now, this legend is about to unfold a thrilling sequel in this suffering yet prosperous star system.
“Immense fear and despair can make a person in dire straits irritable and ferocious, while also losing their normal thinking and composure; similarly, the immense joy of escaping death can make a person abnormally excited and blind. The one who can maintain a calm mindset at all times and in all places is the true strongman, the most deserving of ultimate victory.”

Alex Hawke seemed lost in thought, standing in a corner of the command hall of the “Athena” warship, formerly part of the Violet Group, looking at Fred, who was also standing quietly, gazing at the vast expanse of space outside the ship. He felt an overwhelming sense of awe and a strange fear.
“Beneath the calm exterior of this pale-faced Bristol native burns a raging fire and astonishing ambition. He will never be content with escaping the pursuit from the solar system; he will surely accomplish something earth-shattering in the star system that nurtured him.”
Alex blinked, seemingly thinking of his homeland. “Wasn’t I, too, driven by insatiable ambition, a traitor to my country? Didn’t I also yearn to accomplish something earth-shattering?” Ever since meeting Fred, Alex had been deeply attracted to him. This Bristol native made the usually arrogant former Brigadier General Hawke feel that he was worthy of everything he did for him, worthy of his loyalty.
Fred Osholm suddenly turned around and said to the absent-minded Alex, “Alex, you’ve never been to Bristol, have you?”
Alex snapped out of his reverie. He noticed a glimmer of light in Fred’s deep blue eyes when he mentioned Bristol. He clearly sensed the burning love for his homeland within this man who had been portrayed as a devil.
Alex honestly shook his head.
“Alex, it’s as beautiful and bountiful as the solar system. It has azure seas and verdant mountains, bustling cities and kind people. The difference is that it’s now filled with bloody war and brutal slaughter! You—oh! No, you’re one of us now, Alex. They shamelessly invaded my homeland and seized our land. Hatred! Alex, you may not yet understand the depth of this hatred and humiliation! It gnaws at my heart constantly, and as long as I have a breath left, I will not stop fighting!”
These impassioned words came from Fred’s lips, his expression still as cold and resolute as a rock.
Alex listened, his body heating up, a surge of passion rising within him. He recalled the countless uprisings and rebellions suppressed in Bristol’s short, less than a hundred-year colonial history, yet new battles were always on the verge of erupting. He couldn’t help but want to immediately throw himself into that tragic battlefield, to fight alongside these people considered traitors.
Fred seemed to see through the thoughts of this young rebel from the solar system. "Alex, prepare your wisdom and courage, the battle is about to begin!" He said, then turned away, his deep gaze silently fixed on the familiar yet unknown distance.
Alex deeply felt the unpredictability of human nature. At this moment, Fred was wise and quiet like a philosopher, completely different from the cruelty and rage he displayed when humiliating the female warriors of the Violet Squad.
The door was gently pushed open, and a robust man strode in. His once handsome face was now contorted and terrifying by a long scar. Without a doubt, this was the Thunder Dragon's top military expert and most outstanding warrior—Jeff Jacobson. He had once been destitute on the remote planet "Medovi," living among the backward Hell people, but fate had brought him together with Fred again.
"Jeff, is that you?" Fred did not turn around. Jacobson smiled at Alex and said loudly, "Fred, in two days we'll be within the Bristol system. Which planet should we land on?"
Fred turned around, arms crossed, and winked mischievously, "Let's go to Chea!"
Chea is the largest planet in the Bristol system, the former capital of the Great Constellation Dynasty, and now the seat of the Bristol colonial government.
Jeff immediately laughed, "Fred, are you trying to scare Inspector Nato to death?"
John Nato is the Inspector of the Bristol colony appointed by the Solar System Government; his greed and incompetence are notorious.
"Jeff, every planet in Bristol can be our home. This place belongs to us, and since the gods have saved us from death, they will guide us there."
Fred was right; the Thunder Dragon had been gone from Bristol for five years. Five years is both short and long; it wouldn't change the Bristol people's support for the Thunder Dragon, but it was enough to change the environment of a planet. So for these fugitives, where they went really didn't matter much.
“Alex, you’ll soon see the Bristol system. Forget the solar system; you’re already seen as a traitor even more wicked than we are. You have no way out. Fight alongside us, you’ll love it here,” Jeff said to Alex with a smile.
“Jeff, I’ve never thought of turning back since I joined the Thunder Dragons!”
“Well done, Alex.”
Fred suddenly asked, “Jeff, where’s Leo? Did he go to visit those three bitches again?”
“Haha, Fred, those three women have added a lot of fun to our lonely journey!”
Ever since the Violet Squad was defeated by Fred on the “Medovi,” Linda, Julia, and Hashimoto Yoko, the three captured women, had become the Thunder Dragons’ playthings, tools for their venting. The Thunder Dragons members often raped and tortured these captured female warriors during their long voyages for amusement and entertainment.
Although they were his own comrades, Alex felt no guilt, because he firmly believed that if he fell into the hands of the Violet Squad, they would kill him, the traitor, without hesitation.
Alex smiled as he listened to Jeff's words, as if he could already see it: in the lower decks of the "Athena," once belonging to the Violet Group, the massive penis of a giant was thrusting heavily into the body of a female prisoner. Beneath Leo, a naked and bound female warrior was screaming and struggling in pain and despair.
Alex could sense the deep-seated hatred for the solar system that Fred had spoken of from the members of the Thunder Dragons' cruel treatment of the captured women—a hatred between nations that could only be erased by blood, whether from the enemy's or one's own.
The vastness of space was both alluring and dangerous for travelers. Three enormous warships silently sailed into the mysterious and beautiful Bristol system.
Fred, Jeff, Alex, and Leo were excitedly anticipating a new challenge in the "Athena's" command hall.
Suddenly, a huge black warship emerged from space like a ghost, rapidly approaching the three sailing warships!
The image of the mysterious warship immediately appeared on the monitors of "Athena": the enormous uninvited guest was terrifying, like a monster, with a blood-dripping battle axe conspicuously painted on its black hull!
"Pirates! Space pirates!" a crew member cried out in terror!
Everyone jumped up immediately!
Space pirates! This name was a nightmare for all spacefarers! The cruelty and ferocity of these ruthless pirates were enough to strike fear into the hearts of even regular armies. They not only plundered the wealth of merchant ships but also killed anyone who dared to resist; even warships became targets for the audacious pirates.
A beam of radio waves was transmitted to "Athena" through the interstellar public channel, clearly conveying the pirates' message: Surrender! Hand over your wealth! Otherwise, only death awaits you!!!
This pirate warship dared to openly challenge three warships; one could imagine their ferocity!
"Damn it! How dare they rob us?!" Jeff immediately shouted. "Let's teach these audacious pirates a lesson!"
Leo, without a word, turned to leave.
Alex couldn't help but smile wryly, surprised that the battle had come so quickly.
"Wait!" Fred said, "Quickly get on the frequency of this warship and try to make image contact with them!" He hurriedly ordered the flustered crew. Fred then said to the others, "If they are Bristol pirates, they won't attack us!" He was full of confidence.
Jeff and Leo immediately understood. Alex watched curiously, really wanting to see just how much magic the name Frederick Sal Osholom held for the Bristol people.
The skilled communicator quickly made contact with the pirates. The monitors flashed rapidly, and soon the image of the pirate warship appeared.
After a flurry of activity, a man's image appeared on the screen: a young Bristol man, probably not yet thirty years old; with a thick head of curly brown hair, beneath which was a square face; his eyes, beneath thick eyebrows, gleamed with a combative and fierce light, and his wide mouth was surrounded by a thick stubble. One could imagine that if this guy didn't shave for two days, he would become an even more terrifying man with a full beard. He was clearly the pirate leader.
"Hahaha! You rats! Surrender now and you might save your dog lives!" the pirate leader laughed maniacally.
Alex was surprised to see Jeff and Leo's angry faces replaced by expressions of astonishment, while Fred walked silently to the screen, staring intently at the terrifying pirate.
Jeff muttered to himself as if in a dream, "My God, it's so similar, so similar!" Fred's facial muscles twitched as he walked to the screen, and his thin, bloodless lips trembled.
The pirate on the other side of the screen had obviously noticed the blond man approaching, and he was clearly surprised by the change in Fred's expression.
"Hey! Why are you looking at me like that? Huh? You..." Fred's face grew even paler, "You, who is Sergio Wenzo to you?!"
The pirate leader's expression also became strange, and his voice softened. “Sergio is my cousin! You…you are Mr. Osholom!!!”
“My God! You are Fred! Hahaha! Fred, Fred is back! Fred is back!”
The pirate danced wildly, his expression a mix of laughter and tears, shouting at the other pirates.
Alex saw color return to Fred's pale face, a smile playing on his lips. He finally believed in the magical power this man possessed in Bristol—this distant and mysterious star system.
A space shuttle departed from the pirate warship painted with battle axes and flew into the purple “Athena” hovering in space.
Fred's vision flashed: at the Thunder Dragon base on Neptune, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and dazzling flames raged. Thunder Dragon members and National Defense Force assault troops were locked in combat, bloodied bodies falling constantly to the guns of those they didn't know were friend or foe.
At this moment, human life was no longer precious; death was incredibly close. Sergio and Fred fought their way back, forced into a corner. Sergio's right arm had been severed at the root by a laser gun, and he was kneeling, firing back with one hand.
Suddenly, a high-explosive shotgun shell landed very close to Fred and Sergio. The heavily wounded Sergio sprang to his feet, standing like a wall in front of Fred! A wave of heat almost made Fred faint, and at the same time, the huge shockwave and flying shrapnel slammed Sergio's burly body heavily into Fred's arms behind him!
Fred's pale, slender fingers gripped the armrests of the chair tightly. He would never forget the scene he saw at that moment: blood gushing from Sergio's strong body like a fountain; where his two bright black eyes had once been, they were now two deep, bloody holes, one eyeball missing, the other hanging on his face, still covered in flesh and blood! The pale muscles inside the holes twitched, as if still shooting out that gaze that would never be seen again! Alex saw Fred turn around, and it seemed that crystal tears were flowing down his thin cheeks.
"Fred, Mr. Wenzo is here!" Leo led the burly pirate captain in.
Fred turned his head slightly, his pale face regaining its original coldness and elegance. The pirate captain strode forward and knelt on one knee before Fred: "Afonso Wenzo pays his respects to His Excellency Osholom! I am willing to go through fire and water for Your Excellency!"
Fred quickly stood up and helped the kneeling pirate to his feet: "Afonso, Afonso, this is wonderful! You are another Sergio that the great god Daru has bestowed upon me!"
Jacobson also stepped forward, carefully examining Alfonso: "Brother Alfonso, you and your brother are exactly alike!"
Alfonso tightly grasped Fred's hand, his voice choked with emotion: "His Excellency Osholom, you... I thought you wouldn't come back. It's wonderful, His Excellency Osholom, you're finally back!"
Fred smiled. "Afonso, we are all brothers. You are just like them, call me Fred!" He paused, "Afonso, this time I'm back, I will never leave Bristol again! Never again!!"
A lavish feast had been laid out in the hall of the "Athena." Alfonso had brought a sumptuous meal from his warship, allowing these refugees, who had endured a long journey, to enjoy a hearty Bristol-style dinner.
Sipping the familiar Gimte, these people far from home immediately felt a long-lost sense of warmth. However, for Alex, a stranger, the taste of the drink would take a long time to adjust. Seeing Alex drinking the Gimte with a forced, polite smile, Jeff quickly patted him on the shoulder and said, "Alex, would you like something else to drink?" "
Jeff, is it a Bristol drink? I think water will do. Water should be the same all over the universe, right?" Everyone laughed.
"Alex, the water in Bristol is sweeter than the water in the solar system," Fred said with a smile.
Leo snatched the bottle of Gimmut from Alex's face. "Alex, don't waste such good wine. If you're not going to drink it, give it all to me!"
The pirate Alfonso stared at the young stranger opposite him. This dark-haired, dark-eyed man always wore an infectious smile. He couldn't stand Bristol's strong liquor, yet he was willing to abandon a promising future to follow someone considered a heretic by his own people. For some reason, this spring-like smile felt so foreign to Alfonso, a pirate accustomed to a life of bloodshed.
"Fred, come with me to Mothermel!"
"Mothermel?" It was an asteroid far from Chea, once the most barren place in Bristol.
“Yes. That’s our Bristol pirates’ stronghold now. There are many of your admirers there, and Mr. Van Gould is there now.”
“Louis? Is he still alive?” Jeff asked in surprise.
“He’s been living in Mothermel ever since he fled back to Bristol two years ago. Fred, with you as our leader, we’ll stop being pirates, we’ll all follow your orders,” Alfonso said loudly.
Fred just smiled and listened quietly without saying a word.
Alex said to Fred, “Fred, we should listen to Alfonso now, unite with the Bristol pirates, and overthrow the government. Isn’t that your goal?”
“Of course, Alex. Jeff, let’s go to Mothermel! Heh heh, we can even see that Louis fellow!” Fred crossed his arms and laughed like a child.
These hot-blooded men of Bristol became even more unrestrained as they drank their gimmicks. Alex noticed that Jeff, Leo, and Alfonso's eyes were red, and their speech was becoming incoherent. Their hands, numb from the strong liquor, were only slightly nimble when lifting bottles to drink. Fred, who clearly had a higher alcohol tolerance than the others, still managed a rare touch of color in his pale face.
Jeff raised a glass, swaying as he stood up, and said, "Come on! Who's going to drink this with me?!"
Alfonso stood up as well, stammering, "Jeff, you, you're already done! I won't take advantage of you!"
"What? You! I'm done? You, you..." Jeff swayed and tried to walk towards Alfonso.
Fred, seeing Jeff's drunken state, stood up helplessly and pulled him back, saying, "Alright, Jeff, there'll be plenty of Gimmicks to drink later! That's enough for today, everyone go and rest." With that, he also stood up.
Alex quickly came over and supported the swaying Jacobson. Fred smiled at everyone, "Sorry, I've had too much to drink today. I'm going to rest now." He then walked out alone.
Leo and Alfonso, their eyes red, also stood up, about to leave. Jeff, who was being supported by Alex, suddenly broke free and shouted, "Don't go! We still have to drink!"
The giant Leo immediately plopped back down, also shouting, "Jeff! Let's drink! I'm not afraid!
Alfonso, how much Gimte do you have left? Bring it all!"
Before Alfonso could speak, Alex suddenly winked mysteriously and said, "Listen to me, let's stop drinking here for today, how about we do something else?"
Before he could finish, Leo suddenly said, "That's right! Alex, you mean bring those women over to play with?"
"Yes! Yes! Good idea! Bring those three bitches from the solar system for Alfonso to play with!" Jeff seemed to suddenly sober up.
Alfonso was completely bewildered, looking at them with confusion.
Leo had already stood up and strode out. Alex laughed and said to Alfonso, "Alfonso, to put it simply, the Solar System Defense Force sent a bunch of girls to hunt down Fred, but we defeated them. We even captured three female officers from the Defense Force on our warship. Leo, bring them here now."
Jeff added, "Brother Alfonso, those girls were quite pretty! Hahaha!" As he spoke, the door opened, and Leo and several crew members escorted Linda, Julia, and Hashimoto Yoko inside.
Seeing three stunningly beautiful women brought in naked, bound in shackles and ropes, Alfonso's alcohol-fueled eyes immediately widened: Linda, the redhead, had her hands twisted behind her back, her arms tightly bound to her body, the ropes around her chest emphasizing her full breasts;
Julia wore handcuffs and shackles, connected by a thin iron chain, forcing her to move her hands and feet simultaneously, making walking difficult;
while Dr. Hashimoto Yoko's hands were simply handcuffed to her face. Tears still clung to the three women's beautiful faces, they looked haggard, and their sensual bodies bore red, swollen, or bruised marks, indicating they had suffered brutal torture.
The crew members following behind the women brought whips, bamboo sticks, and large syringes—tools used to torture female prisoners.
Seeing the unfamiliar Alfonso, the three women knew the humiliation was about to begin again, and they all lowered their heads in shame.
Jeff laughed and said, "So, Alfonso, which woman have you taken a fancy to?" Alfonso's bloodshot eyes scanned the three women's bodies, finally settling on the tall, shapely blonde Julia. He walked over and grabbed the chain connecting Julia's handcuffs and shackles. Julia screamed softly and was pulled over, staggering.
Alfonso ordered Julia to stand before him, legs spread. The long period of cruel torture and rape by the Thunder Dragon crew on the warship had gradually numbed Julia's once strong nerves. Blushing, she obediently parted her full, straight legs, her body trembling slightly as she stood before the pirate, her alluring genitals fully exposed.
Alfonso gazed greedily at Julia's body. Between her white, full thighs was a deep cleft; beneath the soft golden pubic hair, her dark red vulva was slightly swollen; her abdomen was flat; her breasts were firm; and for some reason, her two delicate nipples were swollen. He reached out and kneaded her two small nipples, causing the humiliated female warrior's breasts to tremble. Pain and shame made Julia moan softly.
On the other side, the giant casually pulled down his pants and sat on a chair. The naked female doctor knelt before him, her handcuffed hands gripping Leo's terrifyingly large penis, sucking on it with her small mouth.
Meanwhile, Yoko endured Alex's torment from behind: Alex stood behind the female doctor with a smile, holding a leather whip, gently lashing her plump, white buttocks and smooth, delicate back.
Yoko Hashimoto whimpered as she sucked on Leo's penis, swaying her snow-white body to avoid Alex's vicious whip, but still leaving several shallow red marks on her two full mounds and delicate back.
The drunken Jeff roughly picked up Linda and slammed her onto the table. He pressed Linda's upper body tightly against the table, his large hands roughly kneading her two proud, firm breasts, while his already erect member rubbed against her lower body through her clothes.
Since Linda was recaptured on Fred's warship, as the vice-captain of the Violet Squad, coupled with her elegant appearance and stubborn personality, she had suffered more rape and torture than Julia and Yoko.
Linda knew that resistance and struggle against these men were futile, so although she felt immense shame and pain, she silently endured it. Linda knew that physical submission to the enemy's violence was humiliating, but mental submission was far more terrifying. Linda noticed that the female doctor and Julia were showing signs of fear of the enemy's violence, and their spirits were gradually breaking down.
Linda herself had experienced similar times, such as when Alex tortured her with that evil "massage machine," but Linda at least still held onto a sliver of hope, expecting a chance to escape this terrible cage. Despite Jeff's brutal treatment, Linda simply closed her beautiful eyes, biting her lip to endure the pain emanating from her sensitive breasts. Her body, held down by Jeff, remained motionless, as if dead, allowing the enemy to ravage her.
Alfonso's hands roamed over Julia's voluptuous, sensual body, brazenly touching every secret part of her. Julia's full breasts heaved violently, her naked body trembling uncontrollably.
Alfonso moved behind Julia and suddenly grabbed the chain connecting Julia's handcuffs and shackles between her parted legs, pulling it out from behind her. The thin chain, pulled between Julia's legs, immediately embedded itself deeply into the alluring crevice between her thighs. Julia cried out in surprise, involuntarily grabbing the chain and bending over.
Alfonso raised his hand and slapped Julia's snow-white buttocks hard, leaving a terrible handprint immediately. Julia screamed miserably, twisting her slender waist and struggling. Alfonso gripped the chain tightly with one hand and slapped Julia's buttocks hard with the other, then whispered in Julia's ear, "You little slut, don't move! Stand still!" Afraid of suffering
even more terrible torture, Julia sobbed softly as she loosened the chain and stood up tremblingly. Alfonso triumphantly tugged at the chain, the rough metal rubbing against Julia's delicate vulva, sending waves of excruciating pain through her lower body. Julia shook her head, pleading, "Don't...don't move! It hurts so much! Ah, I can't take it anymore, waah!"
Meanwhile, Jeff was still relentlessly ravaging Linda, but her complete lack of resistance made him uncomfortable. He cursed viciously, "You bitch, scream! Struggle! Why aren't you moving? Are you dead?"
Linda slowly opened her eyes, looking at the drunken Jeff with hatred and disgust, turning her head away. Jeff was enraged; he decided to punish this stubborn redhead severely. He looked around, then suddenly dragged Linda from the table to the floor, forcing her face down.
Linda's hands were tied behind her back; she didn't struggle at all, lying there woodenly, her snow-white buttocks raised high.
Jeff grabbed a large syringe, then picked up a bottle of Gimt from the table, poured the liquid into the syringe, and grinned as he approached Linda, who was lying on the ground. He said, "Little wench, you're so stubborn, aren't you? I'll let your filthy ass drink some of Bristol's strong liquor!"
Linda finally noticed what Jeff was about to do. Although she could endure the rape and torture of her enemies, the feeling of being enemas terrified her, especially with strong liquor. Linda began to panic. Unable to get up from the ground, she could only sway her bound body, her eyes wide with terror as she watched Jeff approach.
Seeing Linda's panicked state, Jeff became smug. "Little wench, now you know fear? Hahaha, too late! You'll be washing your ass soon!" With that, he grabbed the struggling Linda and shoved the large syringe into her tightly clenched anus.
Linda finally screamed, "No, no, no! Stop! No! Ah! Ah! Ah!" She clearly felt a cool yet hot liquid flow into her anus, into her body.
Jeff injected almost a whole bottle of GimTorch into Linda's body, then held down the writhing female warrior's body tightly, laughing loudly.
Linda was forced to lie on the ground like a dog, her plump, white buttocks twisting pitifully. A burning sensation stimulated her rectum, and her stomach began to swell. The stubborn Linda began to feel unbearable, struggling desperately and whimpering in agony.
Over there, the female doctor was being tortured from both front and back by Leo and Alex. Leo's thick penis was thrust into her throat, almost making Yoko gasp for breath. Alex saw Jeff torturing Linda and suddenly had an idea. He grabbed the female doctor and dragged her behind the struggling Linda.
Alex forced Hashimoto Yoko to the ground, making her kneel behind Linda and ordering, "Doctor, go lick your companion's asshole!!"
Linda was enduring immense pain in her anus and was on the verge of collapse. Yoko pleaded in terror, "Please, don't make me lick Linda! Waaah, please!"
Alex brandished a whip, lashing the female doctor mercilessly, cursing, "You bitch! Dare to disobey?? I'll beat you to death!!"
The whip struck Yoko's delicate skin, immediately leaving horrible welts. Hashimoto Yoko screamed, "No, stop! Please, don't hit me! I'll lick it, I'll lick it."
She buried her head between Linda's writhing buttocks, extending her soft tongue to lick Linda's constantly contracting anus.
Linda saw the female doctor licking her anus from behind, a strange sensation stimulating her nerves on the verge of collapse. She screamed, "Yoko, Yoko! Stop, stop licking! Stop it! Quickly!"
Alex gestured for Leo to come over, grabbed Yoko's plump buttocks from behind, and thrust his thick penis into the female doctor's body, pumping hard.
Hashimoto Yoko felt a thick, hard thing pierce her vagina and immediately screamed.
Alex brandished a whip, threatening Hashimoto Yoko, "Slut! Don't stop! Lick that bitch's asshole now!!"
Hashimoto Yoko, with tears in her eyes, groaned intermittently, continuing to lick Linda's anus, which had been given an enema.
Alfonso, no longer caring about the spectacle, pushed Julia to the ground and pounced on her.
Julia, with her long, slender legs spread apart, writhed in agony as her sexy body, bound by shackles, groaned under Alfonso's brutal violation.
Alfonso wasn't satisfied with just that. He suddenly noticed an iron hook in a corner of the hall, used for hanging levitation monitors. He stood up, walked over, took the monitor down, pulled the hook down a bit, and then returned. Alfonso dragged the fallen Julia to the hook, roughly lifting the chain between her handcuffs and shackles, hoisting the slender blonde into the air, and then hanging the chain on the hook.
Julia was powerless to resist the strong pirate leader, her entire weight resting on her shackled wrists and ankles. The hard, cold shackles constricted her delicate wrists and ankles painfully, Julia's head drooped limply, and she gasped for breath.
Alfonso leered at the naked blonde beauty hanging in mid-air, forcefully pried open Julia's legs, and thrust himself inside her.
Julia's body swayed as she was thrust into Alfonso, her body swinging back to meet his erect penis, which plunged deep inside her. Alfonso simply pushed Julia, who was hanging on the iron hook, and forcefully thrust his hips to meet the ravaged body of the female warrior as she swung back.
Julia's limbs, constricted by the shackles, were in excruciating pain, and her lower body was repeatedly met by Alfonso's penis, which was thrust all the way in.
In extreme pain, she couldn't help but scream loudly.
Linda's body was held down tightly by Jeff, only her buttocks swaying uncontrollably, and her legs, which supported her kneeling on the ground, trembled violently. She felt the coerced female doctor still licking her anus, which was on the verge of collapse. The tingling sensation where Yoko was licking mixed with the burning sensation in her rectum, which was extremely painful, and the muscles around her anus began to twitch violently.
Behind Linda, Yoko Hashimoto was in an equally miserable state. Leo's monstrous member was pounding into her, making her feel as if her body was being torn apart, yet intense pleasure also surged through her like a tidal wave. Yoko was burning up, trembling uncontrollably, whimpering incoherently, but dared not stop, continuing to lick Linda's anus.
Alex watched the two women's pain and humiliation and laughed triumphantly. The enemy's unrestrained laughter made Linda even more heartbroken; large beads of sweat streamed down her face and body, glistening on her naked flesh. Linda breathed heavily, her hands bound behind her back clenched into fists, gritting her teeth as she cursed Alex, who was laughing incessantly:
"Devil! Alex, you perverted devil!! Ah, oh, Yoko, no! I, I can't hold on any longer! Yoko!!..."
Hashimoto Yoko felt Linda's sweat-drenched buttocks, pressed against her face, suddenly shake violently. She screamed, and just as she was about to look up, she felt Linda's body convulse violently, and a foul-smelling yellow mixture gushed out violently from the anus she had just been licking!
Both women screamed simultaneously. Linda's excrement gushed out uncontrollably, spraying onto the female doctor's face and body. The yellowish-brown liquid, emitting a foul odor, flowed onto Hashimoto Yoko's face and full breasts, causing Yoko to weep uncontrollably in shame. Linda's body went limp, her exhausted form convulsing mechanically as she lay on the ground, sobbing sadly, "I'm sorry, Yoko, I'm sorry..."
Chapter Two:
Mothermel Mothermel, a remote and desolate little planet, has now become the most famous place in Bristol, because it is home to what can be described as the most ferocious and warlike pirates in the entire universe.
A warship, led by a pirate warship, landed smoothly on a high ground in Mothermel. Four or five other pirate warships were also stationed there.
Several people emerged from a purple warship, the infamous pirate Alfonso respectfully accompanying Bristol's hero, Fred. Osholm walked towards a house at the foot of the high ground.
"Look! Fred, these are all my warships! Some of them are even warships I captured from the Solar System Defense Force!"
Fred, Jeff, and Alex looked at the proud Alfonso, their faces smiling, but their hearts weren't so excited: after all, with fewer than ten warships, they couldn't possibly contend with the Consulate General that ruled almost all of Bristol, even if it was so incompetent.
The Marseille pirates always lived on their warships, only sending women and children off before battle, so there were hardly any towns in Marseille, and houses were sparsely scattered.
Approaching the house, Jeff asked, "Is Louis not here?"
Alfonso said, "Mr. Gould never goes out. I wonder what his expression will be when we suddenly appear?"
Just then, a deep voice came from inside the door: "Alfonso, what group?"
With the voice, a middle-aged man of medium height wearing glasses came out.
"Ah! Fred! You, you, my God! Jeff too?? Am I dreaming?!"
Louis van Gould, the former third-ranking figure in the Thunder Dragon organization, a physicist with a deep understanding of history and politics, exclaimed as if he had seen a ghost.
The house, though simple on the outside, was luxurious inside. Fred was standing before an ancient bronze statue, carefully examining this priceless antique.
"Fred, this bronze statue was a gift from Alfonso. It was used by the Nopu people for sacrifices two thousand years ago."
"Louis, it seems you've been living quite comfortably these past two years!"
"Not at all, I've merely been living a life of hiding here, barely surviving, avoiding being hunted. Alfonso has taken good care of me, often giving me his spoils. I'm practically dead now." "
Mr. Gould, now that Lord Fred is back, we no longer need to hide like before!
Let's prepare for a big battle!" the spirited pirate Alfonso shouted.
“Yes, Fred, you gave me courage, you gave Bristol hope, but you brought Nato endless trouble.”
“Louis, how did you manage to get back?” Jeff lay back on the large sofa. “It ’s a long story.
It was Shigemune Mashima who brought me back.”
“Oh? When did you get involved with smugglers?”
“Shigemune Mashima isn’t just any smuggler.”
“He’s the king of smugglers, wanted by the Solar System government with a huge bounty.” Alex, who had been silent until now, continued.
“Is it as high as the bounty for my capture?” Jeff asked with great interest.
“Taller than you and me! But not as valuable as Fred! Never mind, let’s not talk about him. Fred, what are your plans for coming back?”
Fred’s expression turned serious. “None for now. Alfonso suggested we ally with the Mathemel pirates, what do you think?”
Gould’s eyes gleamed with excitement behind his thick glasses as he smiled and said, “Alfonso’s suggestion is excellent. The Mathemel pirates are a force to be reckoned with. By the way, Alfonso, why don’t you have your good friend Isaiah come and meet Fred?”
A few hours later, a pale blue warship landed in the open space next to Gould’s house.
Alfonso stood up, walked over, and opened the door. A tall, thin young man walked in.
This man was not yet thirty years old. He had a fair face with two slender eyes, a prominent mustache under his high nose, and thin lips that turned up proudly. Coupled with his neat and crisp clothes and slender white hands, he looked like a pampered playboy. It was hard to imagine that he was Isaiah Burmeyer, the most terrifying and vicious pirate in the Mathemel pirates that Alfonso had just mentioned.
Upon seeing a room full of strangers, Isaiah was initially taken aback, then asked Louis, "Mr. Gould, is this some kind of gathering?"
Alfonso pulled him over to Fred, saying, "Isaiah, take a good look, who is this?"
Isaiah stared at Fred for a long time, then hesitated and said, "This...strange, you look so much like someone? You...what is your relationship with His Excellency Frederick Osholm?"
Alfonso burst into laughter: "Isaiah, Isaiah! He is His Excellency Osholm, whom you've always wanted to meet!! And next to him is Jeff Jacobson!!"
Fred and Jeff were household names in Bristol, but Isaiah and Bourbey had never seen them in person. Hearing Alfonso's introduction, Isaiah was immediately overjoyed and speechless.
"His Excellency Fred, I thought you wouldn't be able to return to Bristol..."
Alex was already beginning to smell blood.
A group of heroes of a chaotic era sat around the "Athena" conference room, the silence almost maddening.
Alfonso finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Fred, why aren't you saying anything?"
Fred slowly raised his head. "Who's left of the Constellar royal family?"
Hearing this, Alfonso almost jumped up. "Fred, why are you still thinking about those useless nobles?"
Alex saw a clear look of disappointment in Isaiah's eyes.
Louis was silent for a moment, then said, "Fred, you know Prince Lyca committed suicide, leaving no heir. Duke Barak and his son also died in battle. And..."
"Yes. And if it weren't for the foolish Barak, we wouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat!" Jeff also said in an unhappy tone.
Prince Lyca was the grandson of the last emperor of the overthrown Great Constellar dynasty. When Fred and his men rebelled, they supported Lyca as their leader, but he was a cowardly and incompetent man who committed suicide after Fred's rebellion failed.
Duke Bellac, Lyca's uncle, seized military command from Fred and others by virtue of his status. However, his stubbornness led him to ignore the advice of Fred and Jeff in a decisive battle, resulting in his death alongside his son. The army that Fred and his men had painstakingly built was almost entirely wiped out in that battle, directly contributing to the failure of Fred's uprising.
Alex was intimately familiar with this history, so he was surprised and disappointed to see Fred again intending to support the Constellar royal family. Alex hadn't expected someone like Fred to be so loyal to the corrupt Constellar dynasty.
"Fred," Louis said in a cold, emotionless voice, "now, the only person still connected to the Constellar royal family is Princess Paula, Lyca's sister.
Her husband, Marquis Adumire, is dead, and she and her son Brian live in seclusion in Saint-Aeneid.
“Fred, you wouldn’t recommend a widow as our leader, would you?!” Alfonso spoke.
“Fred, you’re the most suitable candidate now! Don’t hesitate, the people of Bristol will understand that you’re not doing this for yourself, but for our country!” Jeff’s patient explanation finally made Alex understand Fred’s inner turmoil.
Isaiah Bourbey also finally spoke. “Fred, you should learn from your past mistakes. If you truly care about Bristol, you should bravely shoulder the responsibility. Hesitation is not the style of the hero I admire, Fred!”
“Besides, if it’s not you who rallies them, the Mathemel pirates and the people of Bristol won’t be loyal!”
Alfonso continued to persuade him.
Alex also sensed that Fred must be struggling internally. “Fred, you should know that victory is the most important thing now! Everything else should be put aside! Even if you want to hand Bristol back to the descendants of the Constellar royal family, it should be after defeating Natto.”
“Alex! You…” Alfonso’s eyes widened in anger.
“I…” Alex didn’t know how to explain to this impatient pirate.
Isaiah and Louis understood Alex's meaning and gestured for Alfonso to calm down.
Fred finally realized that these people no longer wanted to deal with the Constellar royal family. He sighed deeply, stood up, and said, "Fine! You've convinced me!"
The others immediately cheered. Alfonso and Isaiah slammed their fists on the table, whistled, and shouted with Jeff and Alex, "Long live Lord Fred! Long live Fred, the new leader of Bristol!!"
Fred smiled at Louis. Van Gould said, "Louis, but you still need to bring Princess Paula and her son Brian. I still want to see them."
In a room in the operations department of the Solar System Defense Force, several officers were pacing anxiously.
At this moment, a fat man in his fifties, wearing a conspicuous general's rank, came out of the inner room.
"Minister, is there any news about those villains in Bristol?" asked a brigadier general in his thirties, of medium height, and slightly balding.
“Bill, the government hasn’t received any news about Fred and his group yet. But we estimate they’ve already returned to Bristol,” said David Tarlins, Chief of Operations of the Defence Force.
At that moment, another young brigadier general suddenly said, “Why did we send the Violet Squad to hunt down Fred? They’re women, how could they possibly be a match for that villain?!” The young man speaking was tall and burly, his rectangular face and thick eyebrows and large eyes expressing immense anger.
“Joseph, I understand your feelings. But it’s too late to say that now!”
He was none other than Brigadier General Joseph Sura, the young commander of the Defence Force Space Special Operations Brigade and the fiancé of Linda, the captured deputy leader of the Violet Squad.
Just then, a woman’s voice rang out from outside the door: “Minister, I’m here.”
The door opened, and a young female officer entered. It was Sandra, the only surviving member of the Violet Squad, who had been released by Yosebah.
Sandra, dressed in a smart military uniform, her hair neatly combed, had regained her former confidence, a far cry from the wretched and miserable state she had been in on Medovi when she had been humiliated and tortured by Fred and the Hells. But those terrible days had left a deep imprint on Sandra's heart.
Upon seeing Sandra, Joseph Sura's expression immediately changed, and he said in a strange tone, "Captain Sandra, welcome back from your adventure! Your experience on Medovi must have been quite eventful, right?"
Sandra's face immediately flushed red; clearly, news of her and the other girls from the Violet Group's ordeal had spread. She stammered, "Joseph, I'm sorry, I couldn't rescue Linda and the others!"
"Alright, Joseph!" the minister interrupted Sura's sarcasm.
Sura stared at Sandra's mature and alluring body beneath her uniform, and a sudden stirring within him arose. He suddenly felt a pang of envy for Fred and his ilk; they could capture these best women in the National Defense Force, strip them naked, and play with them at will. Although he knew his position forbade him to do such a thing, the mere thought stirred a criminal desire within Sura.
Especially now, for some reason, Sura felt a strong possessive desire for Sandra, the only female officer who had escaped and returned. Perhaps it was because he knew she had been raped by those criminals, thus tarnishing her once sacred image? Or perhaps he saw her as a substitute for Linda?
Sura slammed his fist on the table, the pain in his hand bringing him back to his senses. Brigadier General Sura was, after all, an excellent soldier, not a lawless thug; he wouldn't allow himself to let his mind wander.
His action startled the others.
"Joseph, are you alright?" his deputy, Bill Drug, asked with concern.
"I'm fine! Minister, let me go to Bristol and wipe out those scoundrels!"
"Joseph, that's why I called you here! Inspector Nato also needs assistance."
At the mention of Nato, both Joseph and Bill curled their lip in disdain. In the Wehrmacht, Nato's name was synonymous with stupidity.
Just then, the door opened again. An Asian girl in civilian clothes walked in easily. Her jet-black hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of her head, and her oval face was always adorned with smiling, curved eyes. Her slender figure made her of average height appear much taller.
"Minister, what brings you here?"
Upon seeing the girl, Joseph and Bill both asked the minister in unison, "Minister, do you want Zhuo Ning to come with us to Bristol?"
The girl named "Zhuo Ning" turned to see Joseph and smiled, saying, "Brigadier General Sula, don't you want to take me with you?"
"No, no! How could I not want to take the lovely Zhuo Qing with me?"
Although Zhuo Ning was only nineteen years old, she was already a well-known figure in the National Defence Force. She wasn't actually a soldier, but this Chinese girl with special abilities had helped the National Defence Force successfully complete several missions in recent years, gaining considerable fame. Despite her delicate appearance, she was incredibly skilled in Chinese martial arts.
“Joseph, this time you and Bill take your special operations brigade, along with Sandra and Zhuo Ning, to Bristol! Make sure to completely wipe out Fred and his gang!”
“Fred, Princess Paula and Duke Brian Adumire have arrived!”
Fred, who was discussing matters with Jeff, Alfonso, Alex, and Isaiah, heard Louis's words and quickly went to the door.
A very noble and elegant lady in her forties and a young man in his early twenties had already entered; they were Princess Paula and her son Brian, the last descendants of the Constellar royal family.
“Greetings, Fred!”
“Your Highness, it is truly a great honor to have you here!”
Fred respectfully invited the princess and her son to their seats.
Everyone in the room focused their attention on Princess Paula and the young Duke Adumire.
The princess's appearance clearly indicated that she was a noblewoman of high birth and well-educated; although she was over forty, she looked very young due to her excellent maintenance. The princess possessed excellent poise and showed no unease at seeing so many strangers, calmly observing these seemingly hostile people.
Young Brian surprised everyone. Although everyone here was considered worldly-wise, they had never seen such a handsome young man. Brian, with his quiet and refined demeanor, possessed a delicate, girlish beauty, flawless features, and a tall, well-proportioned figure. He was as handsome and noble as Apollo from Greek mythology.
"Brian, you've grown into a young man in just a few years!" Fred said with a smile.
"Lord Fred, it's so good to see you again! Please tell me what you need."
"This…" Fred hesitated.
"Fred, don't hesitate! Louis already told us everything on the way here," Princess Paula said calmly.
Fred looked at Louis, unsure what to do. But it was better that Louis had spoken first; it would have been awkward for Fred to say it himself.
“Your Excellency Fred, my mother and I greatly admire your ambition! The Constellation dynasty is history, that's a fact. We are now just ordinary Bristol people, like you, with no personal ambitions other than the yearning for freedom and dignity. So, Your Excellency Fred, please have no more reservations; everything you've done is right. And I beg you to allow me to join you!”
The young duke's words surprised everyone. Fred looked at Brian in astonishment. His handsome face was serene as he spoke, without a trace of reluctance or affectation.
Alfonso and Isaiah also looked at each other in surprise; they hadn't expected the princess and her son to support Fred so readily.
“Brian, well done!” Jeff was the first to stand up.
“Fred, let Brian come with me! I will teach him how to fight like a true warrior!”
Relieved, Fred looked at Jeff, then back at Brian's sincere eyes.
"Alright! Jeff, you must take good care of Duke Adumire!"
"Your Excellency Fred, please don't call me Duke Adumire anymore. Just call me Brian!"
"Brian, are you really going to fight alongside those pirates?"
"Mother, don't worry! I'm not a child anymore. Don't you want me to become a great warrior?"
"But...but didn't you notice they weren't very friendly to us?"
"It's alright, Mother. If it were you, wouldn't you be wary too? I think as long as we treat them sincerely, they will truly change their opinion of me. I want everyone to see that Brian Adumire is not a useless spoiled brat, but a real man!"
"..."
"Mother, you don't still want to restore the Constellar royal power, do you? Forget it. You should see that the era of royal power is gone forever. Fred and his men are Bristol's true hope."
The mother and son's conversation was interrupted by someone walking in—a tall, thin middle-aged man.
"Uncle, you're back!"
Michel Adumire looked at Brian seriously.
“Brian, did you see Fred and the others today?”
“Yes, I told them my thoughts. And I’m about to join them!”
“Brian, you’re too naive! By doing this, you’re utterly ruining the glory of the Constellar royal family! Besides, those ambitious fellows won’t trust you; it’s too dangerous for you to be with them!”
“Alright, Uncle! You always look at everyone with suspicion! What glory of the Constellar royal family? I really don’t want people to know I’m a descendant of royalty; it’s no longer a source of honor. I just want to do something truly beneficial for Bristol.”
“Brian, you are, after all, of noble birth, not like those pirates. Your life is destined to bear the mark of royalty; there’s no escaping it.”
“Also, Brian, don’t blame me for being suspicious. I always feel that Jeff Jacobson doesn’t genuinely want you to be with him! He seems to be using this to monitor you!”
“Uncle, Mother, please stop talking. I want to rest. Goodnight!”
The young duke left the room somewhat angrily.
“Michelle, this child is really worrying me!”
“Your Highness, Brian has really grown up! It seems we can no longer treat him like a child!”
“He seems completely infatuated with Fred and the others.”
“That’s exactly what I’m worried about; he’s starting to act on emotion!”
Fred and his companions were having a meeting.
“Alfonso, have all the Mathermel pirates been contacted?”
“Jeff, they’ve basically all agreed to join us! Isaiah, how’s it going on your end?”
Isaiah’s spirited mustache immediately drooped.
“I’m so sorry! I’m still a little short on things.”
Alfonso immediately glared at his good friend.
Louis van Gould immediately followed up: “Isaiah, is there a problem with Captain Nick?”
Nick Mosta was the most powerful member of the Mathermel pirates; he was a stubborn and rude old man, and everyone already knew about his situation, so they were prepared for Isaiah’s troubles.
“So, Isaiah, what exactly does Nick mean?” Fred asked softly.
“Fred, he still doesn’t quite trust us!”
“Isiah, could you invite him over? I want to talk to him myself!”
“Fred, no problem! Actually, Nick really wants to see you. This stubborn old man is just afraid you’ll squander all his wealth.”
“Fred, have you thought about how to negotiate with Nick tomorrow?”
Fred was looking out the window at the starry sky.
“Louis, do you have a good idea?”
“Fred, Captain Mosta is actually quite easy to deal with! He has one major weakness: lust!”
Fred’s eyes immediately lit up. People with weaknesses are easier to persuade. Lust is a common trait among almost all men, and he seemed to know what to do.
When Louis saw Fred turn around, his eyes behind his thick glasses began to gleam.
“Fred, what are you going to do with those three women? Keep them here as our playthings?”
Since Fred settled in Mathermel, Linda, Julia, and Hashimoto Yoko had been imprisoned in the pirate base, becoming female slaves for the Mathermel pirates’ pleasure at any time.
“Of course not! I’ve had my fill of those women! Besides, women aren’t what I’m after!”
Fred paused.
“Louis, if you can persuade Nick Mosta with women, then give them all to him!”
“No, Fred. One woman is enough for old Nick! Don’t underestimate these three women; beautiful women can sometimes be a considerable fortune. I still have a use for the two female slaves.”
Fred suddenly became interested.
“Louis, what else do you want?”
Louis smiled mysteriously. “Fred, it’s not the right time yet. You’ll understand when the time comes!”
Nick Mosta was a tall, burly old man, his face full of wrinkles that spoke of the hardships he had endured.
Upon seeing the renowned Fred, Captain Mosta became quite polite, after all, he was also a Bristol native and at least held the legendary Fred in high esteem.
Persuading a rough, uneducated man like Mosta was actually quite simple, as long as he showed him that much respect, and had an eloquent assistant like Louis.
Nick Mosta had become like family with Fred and Jeff, and he fully agreed to support Fred's uprising, provided he commanded his fleet.
All the Thunder Dragon leaders sat with Nick, but what caught Alex's attention was a young man who had come with Nick. He was burly and short, but his eyes were incredibly sharp, piercing a gaze that could send chills down one's spine.
Alex whispered to Isaiah beside him, "Isaiah, who is this?"
"Oh, he's old Nick's assistant, Sebastian Hesley. He's a very combative and shrewd fellow."
Alex smiled and walked towards Sebastian.
“Hello, my name is Alex Hawke.”
“My name is Sebastian, nice to meet you.” His tone and eyes were as cold as his, but Alex didn’t feel uncomfortable; instead, he found the young man interesting.
However, Alex sensed that he wouldn’t have a pleasant conversation with this guy; Sebastian was clearly not a talkative person. Alex just looked at him, shrugged, smiled, and turned back.
“Isiah, this guy is so cool!”
“Alex, he’s already showing you a lot of respect by talking to you. Last time, Alfonso almost got into a fight because Sebastian ignored him. So this time, he sent me to contact Captain Mosta.”
Captain Mosta’s voice suddenly became loud.
“Fred, we’re already friends! You don’t need to be so polite. What women are you going to give me?”
He said loudly, patting Fred on the shoulder, but his eyes clearly showed desire.
“Captain Mosta, this is just a small token for our first meeting. Please don’t be polite!”
“Hahaha, then I won’t be polite?!” Fred stood up and pulled Mosta outside.
“Come on, Captain Mosta! Why don’t you choose your pieces?”
The others followed him out.
“Isaiah, guess which woman this guy will pick?”
“Alex, old Nick will definitely want to take them all. But if it were me, I’d choose that redhead named Linda. She’s young, has a great presence, and is very stubborn. Women like that are the most fun to have!”
“Haha, Isaiah, you really are a playboy.”
The group went to a nearby house. Since Linda and the others were imprisoned here, this house had become the temporary brothel for the Mathermer pirates, and the three female officers who had lost their freedom had become female slaves for the pirates to vent their frustrations and abuse.
Stepping into the house, a damp smell hit them, because of the frequent cruelty to the female slaves that often occurred here, and the need to wash the filth off the floor with water. The three women were originally imprisoned separately, but now they had been brought together, waiting for Captain Mosta to choose.
As soon as he entered the room, Captain Mosta’s eyes widened.
Linda, Julia, and Yoko were already inside. Three pitiful female slaves stood naked in the center of the room, their hands cuffed behind their backs, awaiting selection.
Before Mosta arrived, Louis had instructed the pirates to clean the three women's bodies, but the marks of whipping and abuse were still visible on Linda and the others' beautiful bodies. Frequent sexual intercourse gave their flesh an unusual sheen.
Linda and the others knew their fate; being forced to stand naked and wait to be chosen made them feel even more sorrowful and ashamed, so they all bowed their heads in humiliation.
Mosta looked at the three naked beauties with greedy eyes. He slowly approached Linda and the others, reaching out to touch each of their bodies.
The three female slaves had delicate skin, full and elastic bodies, firm breasts and buttocks, and shapely legs—each a stunning beauty. Linda and Julia, in particular, were exceptionally beautiful; being former soldiers, they had no excess fat, and although they weren't wearing underwear, their full breasts and buttocks didn't sag at all. The female PhD, however, possessed a different kind of Eastern beauty.
Fred and his men found Mosta's greedy expression amusing.
Mosta was torn, hesitating for a long time before finally pointing at Linda and saying, "Fred, I'll take this woman!"
Alex immediately whispered to Isaiah, "Isaiah, I didn't expect this guy to have the same taste as you?!"
Isaiah seemed somewhat regretful, "What a pity."
Fred waved his hand, "Take this woman to Captain Mosta's warship!"
Two pirates immediately came to pull Linda away, pushing the naked redhead out.
"Linda..."
Seeing Linda about to be taken away, not knowing if they would ever see each other again, Julia and Yoko, who had endured so much torture and humiliation together, both looked up and cried out.
Linda's naked body trembled slightly. Seeing Mosta's greedy appearance, she knew that she might suffer even more cruel humiliation if she went there, but at this moment she had completely lost her freedom. She silently glanced back at Julia and Yoko before being pushed out by the two pirates.
Captain Mosta seemed to be losing his composure. After hastily bidding farewell to Fred and the others, he boarded his warship with his taciturn assistant.
Behind him, Fred muttered to himself, "Captain Nick, you've picked the prickliest flower. You'd better watch out!"

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