Sinclair walked through a dirty garbage alley, entered a seemingly abandoned ventilation duct, and finally came out of a repair workshop and walked into a remote path in the dark cabin area.

Seeing that there was no one else around, he threw all the remaining leaflets he carried into a ragged oil barrel. He pulled out one to light them, and fiddled with an iron rod to let them burn them all as soon as possible. Then Sinclair lifted a waterproof felt next to him, pushed out a simple motorcycle, rode on and quickly left.

About twenty minutes later, Sinclair stopped in front of an apartment building. At this time, more than ten people came out of the apartment building, wearing cyan canvas repair suits, several of whom were interstellar natives. A truck also drove to the front of the apartment building at this time.

"Sinclair, I came back a little early today. Have you sent all the flyers?" As these people climbed into the truck, one of the people with a somewhat leader temperament stopped and asked him when they saw Sinclair.

"No...no." Sinclair replied with some remorse: "The security system in the slave market responded too quickly, and a drone noticed me.

Don't worry, I was not followed, and I burned all the remaining leaflets."

The leader looked around vigilantly and said to Sinclair with concern: "Don't go to the slave trading market recently. Now the entire Star Alliance slave merchants know about the establishment of the "Indigenous Free Army". These slave merchants are operating within the Star Alliance, wanting the Star Alliance to characterize the "Indigenous Free Army" as a rebel and to eliminate it.

Niwan City must be thinking about finding us.”

"I get it...brother." Sinclair nodded and asked again: "What are you going to do? Do you need my help?"

"I have a group of aid weapons that were found and detained by Kona's people. I will take people to get the things back. Don't worry... Kona is a fighting field boss who only wants to make money. He will not offend us for those weapons." The leader patted Sinclair on the shoulder. Seeing that his subordinates had already gotten in the car, he finally said to his younger brother: "Go back... for food, I'll leave it in the room for you. If there is anything... I'll talk when I come back."

Watching his brother get in the truck and leave, Sinclair parked the motorcycle on the side of the road and walked into the apartment building.

This is a secret stronghold of the Slave Liberation Organization in Niwan City. Its main task is to organize the circulation of external materials, collect assistance sent by the outside world, or send the materials allocated by the organization to the starships leaving the port, and then to the hands of a certain natural star indigenous Free Army.

Due to functional issues, this stronghold has to deal with various gangs in the dark cabin area. If the relationship with this gang is not cleared, it will be difficult for materials to flow in the dark cabin area.

Most gangs in the dark cabin area just seek wealth, and they seem to be extremely vicious, but they are still quite timid when facing slave liberation organizations that dare to attack slave merchants in Niwan City. Therefore, most gangs in the dark cabin area turn a blind eye to the activities of slave liberation organizations. Even if there are some small conflicts, as long as the slave liberation organization is favored and powerful, they can basically be resolved peacefully.

So Sinclair was not worried about his brother. He parked the motorcycle on the side of the road and walked into the apartment building.

The apartment building is a whole ship crew living area moved in. The single Sinclair has his own single room, a bedroom, a bathroom and a pretty big living room here.

Hanging her coat on the hanger, Sinclair looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

He turned on the TV, poured himself a cup of coffee, and then prepared to sit on the sofa to watch the Strongest King Competition being broadcast live. This is the most watched program in the entire Star Alliance. Newan City, near the Wormhole Station, can watch the live broadcast of the competition with a very low delay. If the Star Domain is a little further away, you can only watch the video after the game.

Sinclair likes to watch the Strongest King Competition. He has the dream of becoming a hero of the attention of everyone. But what Sinclair did not expect was that after he turned around, he found that there were four more people in his room at some point.

Look at the door... it's closed.

"Who are you?" Sinclair slowly retreated towards the door. The apartment building was filled with people from the slave liberation organization, so it would be safe as long as you escape.

Jessica, who had just walked out of the portal, looked at the room slightly, and then sat on the sofa. She picked up a donut on the coffee table, took a bite and said, "You actually asked who we are? Not long after, you stopped us and said something strange. I thought you knew us, so I came to confirm if you met a friend here."

"I don't know you..." Sinclair had retreated to the door. He turned the switch and did not turn it on. In panic, he finally recognized the people in front of him. They were indeed just seen in the slave trading market. It was precisely because he said too much to them that he was noticed by the patrol drone. "You are people in the market. Are you slave merchants? Or are slave merchants mercenaries?"

Jessica slowly ate the donuts and replied slowly: "None of them...I saw the leaflet you gave me. I am very interested in the cause of slave liberation you have devoted to. You are carrying out a great movement. I support you. We are here to donate."

Although Sinclair was relieved to hear that the other party was not a slave merchant, he did not take it lightly. He continued to turn the switch and said, "Donate? We are very welcome, but I am not the responsible fundraiser. Why donate it together? I will take you to the person in charge here."

Sinclair wanted to delay time for himself, but at this time, an explosion suddenly came from outside, followed by dense gunfire.

The entire apartment building was shocked violently, and bullets hit the metal walls and made a sound.

Sinclair no longer cared about the four people in his room. He turned around and tried hard to get out of here, but the door just didn't respond. The gunshots and explosions outside were even more intense, and you could also hear the guards of the apartment building fighting back.

At this time, the door was suddenly knocked open. A man holding a rifle said loudly to Sinclair who was knocked to the ground: "Sinclair, we were attacked by the city defense force and we can no longer defend outside. Come with me quickly, we are going to retreat from here... Do you have any guests?"

The man saw the four people in the room. After finding that the four people had no weapons, he did not think about other aspects, and the urgent situation did not allow him to think too much. The city defense army attacked too suddenly, and Sinclair's brother took away some of the people, and the rest could not stop the prepared attack at all.

Sinclair, who had gotten up, was about to say that he didn't know these four people, but Jessica had already said first: "We are friends of Sinclair and we also sympathize with the native slaves, so we come and donate money and do our best to the slaves' freedom."

The man with the gun said, "Then you are really not the time to come. But don't worry, we will protect your safety. Sinclair, hurry up and take your friends away from the secret passage, and I will help you get some time.

Must be fast!"

After saying that, the man called a few people to block the city defense force without waiting for Sinclair to defend himself.

There was chaos outside, and most people were rushing to retreat.

Jessica walked to the door and said to the overwhelmed Sinclair: "You see, we don't carry weapons. We are not from Newan City and have nothing to do with you being attacked. To be honest, I'm really here to donate.

But now you'd better take us to escape first."

"Okay..." Sinclair didn't know where these strangers came from, but he really couldn't continue to waste time. After escaping, it wouldn't be too late to identify their identities. At that time, there were armed personnel from the slave liberation organization around him, so it would be easier to control them. "Come with me, don't get separated."

Jessica followed Sinclair out the door. She turned around and saw Master Vincent and Eliza had already walked out, while Solomon sat in the sofa and stared at the TV in front of her.

"Solomon, aren't you going with us?"
Chapter completed!