"Someone invaded from the rear, stole several little pickpockets in training, killed two of our men, and has already escaped." A minor boss listened to his subordinate's report and irritably waved him off.
"I know. Since they're gone, leave it! There are more important things right now!"
In the hall before him, the three Imperial Inquisitors had already drawn close.
Nuruddin rose from his seat and looked down at the three Imperial Inquisitors from the high platform.
Then he suddenly realized this was inappropriate and hurriedly jumped down, arriving on the square below.
"You are Nuruddin?" the Grand Inquisitor asked.
Nuruddin nodded.
"Then bring me the item."
"Then... the things the Empire promised me..."
"You will have everything, so long as you remain loyal." After saying this perfunctorily, the Imperial Inquisitor turned his gaze toward the table on the high platform. On the table was a safe.
Nuruddin had come down in too much of a hurry just now and had left the most important thing up there.
But Nuruddin showed no intention of going up to get it.
What he wanted was something tangible. And what had this man in front of him brought?
You will have everything?
Then bring it here!
Payment and goods exchanged at the same time. Even a three-year-old child understood that. How could you not?
Seeing Nuruddin's stubborn gaze, the Grand Inquisitor's face turned cold.
How was he supposed to know what this man wanted? Since the Empire had sent them instead of some ordinary agent, the meaning was already obvious.
They were here to take it by force.
With the strength of the Imperial Inquisitors and the Empire's deterrence, no one would dare resist.
If this were not Hutt territory, there would have been no need for him to come personally at all. The ones greeting them would only have been Imperial troops.
Before this, almost everyone who saw the Imperial Inquisitors had resigned themselves to fate and swallowed their losses in silence. But Nuruddin clearly had no intention of letting this pass so easily.
The subordinates loyal to him all raised their blasters.
Looking at the surrounding posture, the Grand Inquisitor also felt a little uneasy. These people wouldn't really be stupid enough to attack him, would they? This target was tougher than the previous ones.
But so what if it was tough?
"You should know the consequences of angering the Empire," the Grand Inquisitor said coldly.
Nuruddin said nothing. He still stared tightly at the man in front of him.
The Rodian's large eyes looked like they were about to pop out from how hard he was glaring.
Lindsey, standing to one side, grew even more anxious.
What exactly was his brother trying to do?!
The people who had come had practically made their attitude clear. They wanted to take it for nothing!
And you're still standing there glaring? Are you really going to provoke the Empire and completely destroy the whole organization?!
In Lindsey's original thinking, his brother was most likely going to abandon the organization and defect to the Empire. During this time, everything Nuruddin had done had been seen by him: selling off the organization's assets, preparing funds, gathering all personnel...
Lindsey could not bear to part with this whole operation. He enjoyed everything he had on Nar Shaddaa and could not tolerate Nuruddin destroying it. That was why he had made so many preparations.
His worst-case assumption was that Nuruddin would abandon the organization and defect to the Empire. If that happened, he would use force to seize ownership of the organization. Whatever stupid thing Nuruddin wanted to do would be cut off from the organization. He would firmly stop him from shaking Dead Hand's interests, because by then, all of it would be his.
As for the relic? Just take it!
But he had never dared imagine that Nuruddin would actually show hostility toward the Empire.
To hell with the deal. Once they angered the Empire, Dead Hand would absolutely be purged. Even being in Hutt territory would not help!
Lindsey could not tolerate that happening.
So he picked up his blaster with one hand, quietly moved to the table on the platform, and reached out to take the safe.
"Don't be rash! I'll bring the goods over right now. We trust the Empire's credibility, don't we, Nuruddin?" Lindsey forced out a smile while cursing inwardly.
"Lindsey!" Nuruddin did not take the offered way out. Instead, he turned his head and glared at his younger brother.
As if he had not heard Nuruddin's harsh tone, Lindsey held the safe and walked down from the platform step by step.
At this point, the people around them also realized what was happening.
Lindsey was defying their boss's orders!
So everyone raised their blasters and aimed at Lindsey as he walked down.
And at that moment, all the turncoats Lindsey had arranged in advance immediately raised their guns and aimed at those trying to threaten Lindsey.
Seeing this, Amir also lifted both blaster pistols and went through the motions.
But Nuruddin, who should have been panicking, instead let out a contemptuous laugh.
"You think you can suppress me now, Lindsey? I saw every little move you made long ago."
After he said those words, almost all of the turncoats switched sides again and aimed their blasters at the younger brother who had tried to usurp him.
Why "almost"?
Because there was still one person supporting Lindsey.
Lindsey, who had already fallen into despair, suddenly saw Amir standing on top of the shipping container. He remembered this man was called Sirdan, someone he had hired at great expense to help him. He had even deliberately arranged the best position for him. And he had not betrayed him!
Amir, for a moment, also failed to react.
How had all the turncoats suddenly stopped being turncoats? Did that mean he was the only turncoat left?!
The blaster pistols in Amir's hands also had no idea who they should be pointing at. And so, the tense atmosphere began to spread. Amir felt as if every gaze in the place was focused on him.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Amir silently asked himself.
At last, the Grand Inquisitor, who had been coldly watching the show, lost his patience. He directly raised his hand, and the safe in Lindsey's grip was yanked into his hand by the Force. Lindsey, already distracted, failed to hold onto it.
Seeing this, Nuruddin also grew anxious.
Amir could no longer keep watching either. Letting the item fall into the hands of the Imperial Inquisitor was not a good thing.
So Amir directly opened fire.
Under the gaze of dozens of people present, the man standing on the shipping container, wearing a helmet and a trench coat, began shooting with a blaster pistol in each hand.
His first few shots went straight at the Grand Inquisitor, the trajectories aimed directly at his right hand.
Caught off guard, the bald Pau'an hurriedly dodged, but he still lost his balance for a moment and dropped the safe to the ground.
The next few shots Amir fired were aimed at the nearest Dead Hand members. They posed the greatest threat to him and had to be dealt with first.
Lindsey had never expected Amir to open fire.
Sirdan, right? Paid to do a job, and even surrounded by dozens of people, he still dared to shoot. This brother was reliable!
While feeling moved, Lindsey immediately raised the blaster in his hand and aimed it at Nuruddin.
"Nobody move!" Lindsey shouted.
The gunfire that had just started around them stopped at that moment.
Because their boss was now being held at gunpoint.
But that brief peace did not last long.
The assassin droid, which had been standing on the high platform the whole time, suddenly opened fire.
A blaster bolt struck Lindsey's wrist with precision, knocking the blaster from his hand.
"That's accurate!" Amir sighed in admiration, then immediately flipped down from the shipping container.
What could he do when his teammate was useless?
In an instant, every blaster in the entire hall began firing in Amir's direction.
Lindsey was immediately pinned to the ground by several Dead Hand members behind him.
And amid the chaos, an alloy sphere suddenly dropped from the roof, rolling into the crowd.
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