The commander was startled, but finally he was good at cultivating qi. He trembled and raised his head, and asked calmly, "Who are you?"

Qu Jianlei looked at him for almost three seconds before speaking out, "Who should I call to repair the spaceship if it breaks down?"

Herman blinked before replying slowly, "You can't ask a farmer if you're looking for a maintenance person, right?"

Qu Jianlei shook his head, "We should find a doctor, a doctor who can treat the spacecraft."

"As expected, it's you," Herman stood up and nodded respectfully, "I've met my lord."

Qu Jianlei asked what he had just asked Sullivan.

"The latest distribution map was just made during the day," Herman replied respectfully, "but it's in the house, I'll get it."

"Wait a minute," Qu Jianlei's eyes flashed with something strange, "Is there any news about other forces?"

Herman hesitated and replied, "There are some, but not many. Those members of the pioneer group are very careful about keeping secrets."

The answer was very reasonable. Qu Jianlei nodded, "Let's take it together."

Herman nodded, hesitated and asked again, "I wonder if my son... is doing well in Black Rain?"

Only then did Qu Jianlei understand that there was a reason why the president was willing to be a two-faced person.

He answered simply, "I didn't know about this, and no one told me when I came here."

"That's it." Herman's eyes showed a trace of disappointment, "Then please wait a moment."

He left the pavilion, turned left and right, and came to a small house.

There are tables, beds, and a bookshelf in the small room. It looks like a simple bookstore.

Hermann lifted up the bedding on the bed, picked up a piece of wood, and took out a bag from the secret compartment.

He pulled another book from the bookshelf, took out a few pieces of paper, and put them into the bag.

Then he started thinking, with a look of hesitation on his face.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and pressed a small button of the same color on the table.

Then he took a deep breath, his face returned to normal, and there was even a hint of determination in his eyes.

But when he came to Qu Jianlei with the bag, his eyes were full of respect.

He bent slightly, held the bag in both hands and handed it over, "Sir, it's all inside."

Qu Jianlei took the bag and looked at him with a strange expression, "You really don't want your little son's life?"

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