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Two pillars of light descended from this dark space, and a person appeared in each pillar of light.
Both of them wore masks on their faces. The difference was that one was wearing a clown mask, while the other was wearing a snow-white mask with only a K word on it.
The only two remaining high-ranking members of the Light Concealment Society looked at each other speechlessly. After a long time, Clown Vincent sighed and said, "There were six of us in the past. The six of us decided the direction of the organization and were impartial. Only then could the organization develop rapidly. We even have the power to control the Federation, but now, there are only the two of us left. "
"The purpose of the organization's existence is to secretly guide the development of the Federation or even the future of the human race. But when we forget our original intentions and change our guidance to the left and right, we may have planted the seeds of destruction." K said in a deep voice, "I said at the time that killing Mobius was not necessarily a permanent solution. Perhaps we could influence him, guide him, or even absorb him into the organization. Then I'm afraid it would be another situation now. "
"But you're too persistent. Not only did you hook up with the priest, you even mistook a wolf for a loyal dog!"
"This is indeed my responsibility. I'm too conceited, brother." Vincent sighed and said, "But now is not the time to pursue responsibility. What do you think?"
K snorted.
"Perhaps you want to tell me the results of the investigation?"
"You should have known about this earlier …" K said in a deep voice, "A's death is not that simple, brother. I went to that town and found some clues there. These clues point out that the person who attacked A was not someone from the Federation, or even a human. "
"Alien mercenaries?"
"It's even worse." K shook his head. "I found some kind of armor in some ruins. Afterwards, I took it back and had it analyzed by professionals. The conclusion was that there was a 70% chance that it was tactical armor. You should also know which aliens like to use this kind of armor the most. "
Vincent inhaled from the mask, "Nelm."
"You mean, Alan hooked up with the people of Nelm and made some kind of agreement?"
"It's very likely." K sneered, "In order to build the Doomsday Cannon as soon as possible, you insisted on making a black deal with the outsiders in the Yordon Domain despite my objections. If I didn't guess wrongly, Ah Lan would have paid attention to the channels and methods to communicate with the Mutated Race Federation. He has indeed hidden himself very well, but this wolf was raised by us. "
"There are no eternal allies in this world, only eternal interests. Even now, I don't think there's anything wrong with trading with the alien races. We're just taking what we need. But when it comes to the general direction, I won't be the slightest bit vague. If I were born in the era of the Battle of Dawn, believe me, I would be at the forefront of the war! "Vincent said loudly." I also have my own bottom line and principles. You don't have to doubt that. "
K nodded and said, "Unfortunately, that wolf has no principles. He actually hired the Nelms to deal with humans. Damn it. I suspected that the people of Nelm were involved in the Iron Prison incident that day, but I had no evidence. Now it seems that Alan has been in contact with the Nelms for a long time. "
"So this wolf should be eradicated as soon as possible. This time, you're not trying to stop me from dealing with him, are you?"
"That won't happen, but I'm curious how you're going to deal with him. He's no longer our puppet, but the President of the Federation, even if he's wearing a Mobius mask. "
Vincent said, "Don't worry, I already have a detailed plan."
"Then I'm relieved." K didn't ask about the specifics of the plan. He said instead, "You said that the golden lion attacked Doomsday Bunker and Capullo even personally intercepted you, but you managed to escape?"
"That's right. Is there a problem?"
"Shouldn't I ask you that?" '"Don't tell me you didn't see that Capullo let you go on purpose," K said. "With the strength of the Berserk Lion Marshal, to be honest, Vincent, if he wanted to keep you, you wouldn't be able to go anywhere. Throughout the Federation, only Horn, Windsor Bellow, the heads of the three great families, and a few others can match that old lion. "
"I'm indeed not on Capullo's list of opponents …" Vincent smiled bitterly and said, "I don't want to admit it, but from the looks of it, I was indeed used by that old lion." I heard that the presidential candidate who was in the limelight recently was supported by Capullo and his old party. Capullo let me go on purpose. It seems to be to hit Alan. In fact, Alan's support rate has fallen quite a bit. If he hadn't tried his best to restore his relationship with the nobles, I'm afraid he would have to step down immediately. "
"It's best if you can see it. Be careful of Capullo. Don't forget that Alan is at best a wolf, but Capullo is a lion. Even though this lion is old, a lion is still a lion. If he doesn't want to listen to the orders of a wolf, then I'm afraid the situation will become even more complicated. "
Vincent pondered and said, "You mean Capullo wants to control the entire Federation by controlling a puppet?"
"The nobles definitely don't want to see this happen. If the old party is in power, especially if Capullo becomes the big boss behind it, then the Federation will probably take an extreme military dictatorship route. That would be something the nobles would not like to see. They've already taken action, as you can guess from the sudden halt in the candidate's recent vote share. If there's no interference from the wealthy families, I won't believe it even if you beat me to death. "
"So you want to get rid of Alan. I agree with that. But you have to grasp the timing and lay the groundwork. Otherwise, when Alan goes, the old party will have no opponents, and we will help Capullo instead. "
"I see."
"Then that's it. I have other things to do." K said, "Goodbye, Vincent. I hope I can hear your voice the next time we meet. "
"Of course."
The pillar of light disappeared and the space returned to darkness.
Vincent took off a holographic sensing helmet. He moved his shoulders slightly and handed the helmet to a blonde assistant beside him. "How is Weina?"
"It's still the same, boss."
"Very good. Let me meet this lady." Vincent stood up and walked out of the room with the female assistant. Outside the room was a corridor connected to a spiral staircase. The two of them walked down the spiral staircase and entered the living room through a porch. From the looks of it, this place looked like a mansion that a noble lived in. In fact, the house that Vincent was in was really a property under the name of a noble.
It was even a legal asset in the Federation's records. There was no problem with it.
They passed through the living room to the kitchen, where the chef was preparing dinner. No one raised their head to look at Vincent's arrival. They walked into a refrigerated warehouse. The female assistant touched a hidden device under a row of shelves. A moment later, the shelf slid open, revealing an automatic door behind it. After an iris scan, the automatic door opened to both sides. Vincent walked in, and the guards on both sides retreated when they saw that it was him.
After passing through a corridor, a room appeared in front of Vincent. After the door opened, Vincent walked in and said to a beautiful figure sitting in a chair, "Good evening, Miss Weina."
Sitting in the chair was Weina, but she looked haggard. Her hands were twisted behind the chair, her legs were spread out, and there was a metal ring on her ankle. Each ring had a beam of light connected to the floor. Weina also wore a helmet covered in metal needles, the same helmet that Allen had worn in Iron Prison. Due to the existence of this helmet, Weina was unable to use all of her Origin Energy.
She looked up and smiled weakly, "Vincent, when are you going to kill me?"
"Kill you?" Vincent walked over and forcefully grabbed Weena's chest.
She screamed in pain.
"I won't let you off that easily. You've caused us so much trouble that we even lost the Doomsday Bunker. I spent a lot of effort to find you. How could I kill you so easily? "Vincent pulled a chair over and sat down in front of the woman. He kicked Weina's right leg away. The woman was wearing a narrow skirt, and her legs were so fast that with Vincent's eyesight, the scenery under the skirt was naturally full.
"Your ability is related to ice. I wonder if you're also as cold as ice when you're doing that."
Weina sneered, "You can try, but if you freeze that thing of yours, I won't pay for it."
Vincent smiled. "There will be a chance, and I don't think I'm that fragile. Let's get down to business, Weina. You should know that in three days, the Federation will dismantle the entire Doomsday Cannon and transport it away. Isn't your president boyfriend going to bring it back to Babylon so that he can shock the nobles? "
"So what?"
"I will attack. I will attack the Federation team."
"Oh, then you want to get the road map from me?"
"That's right, but not only that. I want you to use a channel that Alan won't suspect to tell him that I'm going to attack the transport team." Vincent smiled.
Weina narrowed her eyes. "In three days, Alan will attend a speech. Let me guess, your goal is not the transport team for the Doomsday Cannon, but him, right? "
"You're really smart, Weina. Unfortunately, you're too smart. Just look at your current situation. How about it, do me this favor? "
"If I say no, will you kill me now?"
Vincent laughed. He shook his head and squatted down behind Weina. Lifting Weena's hair, Vincent gently bit the woman's earlobe. Weena shrank her neck sensitively. "I know, Weina," Vincent said. You're a neat freak, so I don't know if you'd be happy if a bunch of filthy, physically sick vagrants took turns fucking you. I promise this party will last long enough for you to never forget. "
Weena's expression immediately turned ugly.
"Think about it. They'll stuff their smelly, big things into any part of your body that can be stuffed, and I can find a hundred of them, so you'll probably be happy for a long time."
"Stop talking. I'll do it!" Weina gritted her teeth. "But you have to promise that you'll let me go after everything is done."
"Deal."
A gasp sounded in the darkness.
Alan withdrew from the woman's body on the bed. The woman on the bed did not even have the strength to move a finger. Alan had conquered her for most of the night. Now, every corner of her body smelled like Alan. Alan pinched her chest before getting off the bed in satisfaction. He walked into the bathroom, and the computer immediately sprayed him with moderately warm clean water, washing away the traces of the battle on his body.
He closed his eyes. Physiologically, he was already as satisfied as he could be. That woman was indeed a beauty. It had been a long time since he had felt so good. But his body was free, but his mood was not as good.
Leroy.
A name flashed through his mind. He was just a nobody, but he had unexpectedly received the support of the old party and had now become the biggest threat to Alan's tenure. Thinking of this, Alan punched the wall with hatred.
Of course, he didn't care about Leroy, but there was still Capullo behind him. That was a completely different matter. The situation was not good for Alan. The old party, under Capullo's manipulation, was obviously going to leave him behind and hold up a new Federation president. The nobles only maintained a superficial relationship with the Federation because of the Iron Prison incident, but they secretly opposed the Federation, especially him, Alan.
Fortunately, the nobles also didn't want to see the old party grow. When Leroy's votes were in the thousands, he suddenly attacked and stopped the young politician's votes. However, that didn't mean that the nobles would mend their relationship with the Federation, let alone support Alan.
"Looks like I still have to rely on myself." Alan whispered.
"Don't run."
"Hurry up and catch him."
This was a town without a name. Once, a man in the town named it Mad Dog Town because he had the nickname Mad Dog and ruled the town with a machine gun and a few subordinates. However, he was quickly killed by someone else, and Mad Dog Town was changed to another name in less than a month. However, in less than three months, it was renamed again, so whoever was popular in the town could use their nickname or preference.
However, over the years, the town had changed its name countless times. Later on, no one was busy anymore. Instead, no matter what it was called, it was just a town.
It wasn't really appropriate to call it a town. There was only a clock tower, a church, and a few two-or three-story buildings that could barely be called buildings here. The rest of the houses were either shacks or tin houses, scattered all over the town. These simple houses often changed their location as their owners came and went, so that until now, this town that didn't look like a town didn't even have a plan.
Of course, life in the town was so difficult that no one would bother to draw a plan or anything.
There was a garbage dump in the town that didn't change all year round. It was the home of the homeless, a paradise for rats and cockroaches, and a treasure trove for scavengers. It was just that compared to the latter, this poor town wouldn't be able to pick up anything valuable.
It was noon, and although the sun was still scorching, the harmful rays of the sun were already within the range that people on the surface could bear. So, these dozen or so children still ran into the town's garbage dump under the bright sun. Among them, the boy who ran in front was eight or nine years old. He was tall and thin. He quickly got into a wrecked car, and the other older children surrounded the car and kept hitting it with water pipes or other things.
"Come out, Jack, you can't run away," someone outside shouted.
The boy named Jack shouted, "I'm not going out."
"Is that so? Okay then, everyone, go. " The children opened the car door and dragged Jack out of the car to the ground. Then, they grabbed a bag from his arms.
Inside the bag was a doughnut. The children cheered and left. Jack got up and shouted, "Give it back, that's my lunch."
But the other children didn't care. They chattered like a flock of sparrows and ran out of the garbage dump. Jack chased after them, but he was tripped by an older boy outside the garbage dump. The older boy made a face at Jack and ran away.
Jack fell hard and couldn't get up for a while.
At that moment, someone picked Jack up from behind. The boy turned around and saw a man wrapped up tightly. He looked like a scavenger or a homeless person in the garbage dump, but this man smelled clean, without the stench of sweat or anything else.
"Thank you, sir," Jack said.
The man's voice came from under the drooping brim of his hat. "Want to get your things back?"
"Can you help me? That's very nice, sir, "said Jack cheerfully.
"No, I won't help you. If you want to get your things, you have to fight for them. "
Jack said dejectedly, "I can't beat them. There are too many of them."
"You can, but you need a weapon." The man's hand came out of his cloak, and in his palm was a pistol. The metal casing of the pistol reflected an oily glow in the sunlight, and it could be seen that it was well maintained.
Jack's eyes lit up, and the man said, "Do you know how to shoot?"
The boy nodded, and the man stuffed the pistol into Jack's arms. "Then it's yours."
Jack smiled dangerously. He stuck the pistol in the back of his trousers and chased after the town to a warehouse where the kids often stayed. Not long after, gunshots and the screams of children rang out from the town. The man laughed, "The surface hasn't changed. It's violent and dirty. Even a kid dares to shoot and kill people. Then there doesn't seem to be any need to protect such a race, right? "
He lifted his hat and a face appeared in the sunlight. Even though he was wearing sunglasses, anyone would be able to recognize him if he appeared in Babylon.
Because he was the President of the Federation, but this was a very remote town on the surface. It was hard to expect the people here to recognize the President of the Federation.
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