It was night, and the stars were dim. Thick clouds drifted in from nowhere, obscuring the brilliance of the stars and moon, casting a huge shadow on the floating island of Babylon. Due to the semi-military control of the Federation, many important places or streets were at night. Places like Aurora Square and Goldwing Avenue were sealed off by the military and strictly prohibited from passing through. Therefore, from the sky, the floating city was no longer as dazzling as it used to be. It looked a little bleak and depressing.
Under the dark night, an ordinary flying car stopped in front of the house. This was the outskirts of Babylon, and there were three-story buildings. In Babylon, housing prices are extremely expensive, especially in the center of the city, the higher the price. Someone calculated that starting from Goldwing Avenue, housing prices would rise by about 50% for every ten meters they advanced toward the center of the city.
Therefore, this kind of detached building with a small garden in the suburbs was cheap and popular with civilians.
Just like this house, its owner was an accountant who had just applied to come to Babylon. Judging from the property review he had submitted, such a house was already the limit of his ability. However, this was only the surface information in the archives of the Federation's Land Department. In fact, it was a secret property belonging to a certain family.
Roddy got out of the seemingly ordinary flying car. He wore a long black coat and a hat. If one didn't look closely, it would be difficult to associate such a person with the Bescot Patriarch. Both the flying car and the clothes on his body looked ordinary and simple, and Roddy's identity was 108,000 miles away.
Roddy walked to the door and knocked on it.
When the door opened, he heaved a sigh of relief. How afraid he was that everything he saw today was just his illusion, but when Anna opened the door, he knew that everything was real. Anna took his coat and Roddy walked into the living room. A beautiful piano piece was playing in the living room. Horn was standing by the window, his back to him, looking out.
Horn sighed softly, as if he knew that Roddy was coming, "I thought I had always seen it clearly, but it wasn't until I used the name of death to make Horn disappear from those people's sight that I saw the truth."
"Father." Rody asked, "Where did you go when you were missing?"
"I've been to many places." Horn turned around, the smile still on his face. "How was it? Was it smooth today?"
"This is not smooth …" Rody gave a wry smile. "After the news of me being attacked spread, the meeting with the Patriarchs was canceled. But I did meet with Mr. Wallace of the William family and had a long talk about it. "
"Oh, what does he have to say?"
Roddy nodded. "Mr. Wallace says we need to prepare for the worst. In all of Babylon, there aren't many people who can hide the people of Nelm from the eyes and ears of the Federation. They can be counted on five fingers. And among them, the biggest suspect is our president, who is now pretending to be Mobius. "
"You knew he was a fake?"
Rody said, "A few days ago, the interstellar frontline was attacked. Windsor Bellow suspected that the president was working with aliens, so she risked entering the president's residence to search." Unexpectedly, he didn't find any evidence of collusion with the people of Nelm, but he discovered that he was indeed a fake, just like the news spread by the Light Concealment Club. That's why we know the truth. Today, the Patriarchs are meeting to discuss how to make good use of the evidence in our hands. "
"I have also considered making it public before. Looking at the current situation of the Federation, it may not be good for the Federation or for us to make public the evidence. However, it was clear that the impostor was already in a hurry to jump over the wall. Moreover, it was the people of Nelm who attacked, and it pointed to the fact that he had information with the aliens. Mr. Wallace and I agree with each other when we think about the previous frontline accident. This matter can't be delayed any longer, and we can't expect it to end peacefully. We have decided to publicize this evidence tomorrow. Otherwise, if we delay any longer, I'm afraid that bastard will sell the entire Earth! "
Horn nodded and said, "You did the right thing."
Roddy said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Father. I should have told you …"
"No, Roddy. Now that you are the Patriarch of Bescot, you should have this determination. As for me, I am already the former Patriarch. " Horn chuckled and said solemnly, "Before the Iron Prison incident, I had a lot of doubts about the President." It was Alstair who informed me that Allen had been captured, otherwise I would still be in the dark. Based on my understanding of Mobius, secretly imprisoning Allen is clearly not his style. But at that time, I only suspected, but I had no real evidence. When I decided to rescue Allen, I intended to use this opportunity to completely fade out of the public eye. "
"Only if Horn dies will I be able to act."
Roddy said cheerfully, "I knew that a Fendi and a fellow who came out of nowhere would be able to keep you, Father."
Horn shook his head and said, "Fendi is fine, but that alien is indeed not simple. If I were to decide life and death, I would only have a fifty percent chance of winning. But to use death as an escape route, that was a completely different matter. At that time, I deliberately destroyed the magic furnace of the Iron Prison to create a big explosion. However, it took a lot of effort to escape. Fortunately, Mirren had already done the work in advance, so it went smoothly. "
"Mirren?" Roddy was stunned. "He knows you're alive?"
Then he slapped his thigh and said, "That bastard, he told us you were dead and showed us that video …"
Horn smiled and said, "I told him to do that. In fact, Mirren met me when she came to Earth. We decided the details of the entire plan together. I'm sorry to have lied to you. But if I don't deceive you, how can I deceive others? "
"In short, I did a lot of investigation and gradually found some clues about the fake president. Including his true identity, the fact that he drove the Nelms to kill the members of the Light Concealment Society, a small town where the Nelms were hiding, and so on. "Horn snapped his fingers and Anna walked over and handed him a storage device. He handed it to Roddy and said, "All the evidence has been stored in here. You can publish it tomorrow. In this way, the impostor will have no way to deny it. "
Roddy took the storage device and clenched it tightly. "Don't worry, Father. After tomorrow, he will become a mouse exposed to the sun! "
On the same night, due to the military control, even the usually bustling Black Street was now completely dark. An army was stationed at the entrance of Black Street, sealing off the entire Black Street. However, after operating Black Street for so many years, how could it only have this entrance on the surface? Therefore, there were still people coming and going in Black Street, but it was not as ostentatious as before.
Alan also used a secret entrance to enter Black Street. He seemed to be very familiar with this place. After passing through the streets and alleys, he stopped in front of a small shop. The shop was mainly dealing in arms and ammunition. The shop was just a facade. There was a warehouse and a shooting range inside. That was where the real business was done. However, there were almost no customers in the shop today. Only one or two customers bought some bullets and didn't leave.
Alan went into the shop, and the old man who looked after the shop let him go to the back of the shop as if he didn't see him. There was an alley behind the shop, and at the end of the alley was the warehouse. There were a few wooden boxes stacked at the entrance of the warehouse, and three men were sitting on them, playing cards. When he saw Alan, one of them raised his head and Alan said indifferently, "Open the door." The man jumped to the door and pressed the button. The door of the warehouse rose just like that. Alan bent down and went in. He saw a figure in the depths of the warehouse.
Andos was sitting on the ground with a scantily dressed woman lying on each of his thighs. He was drinking wine with his head raised. Judging from the pile of empty wine bottles beside him, this fellow had drunk quite a bit. At the very least, Alan could smell the smell of alcohol from afar. Alan gestured and the two women hurriedly left. After they left, Alan said in a low voice, "What did you do? Not only did you not kill Roddy, you even exposed yourself! "
His voice was clearly suppressing his anger. It was one thing for Andos to have slaughtered in another warehouse, but Alan could still 'secretly' dispose of the traces of him. But this time, he didn't kill Roddy and left behind the corpses of the other Nelm people. Even Alan couldn't suppress the growing public opinion outside. It could be said that Andos had a big problem this time, which was not in line with Alan's original plan.
Andos put down the bottle, burped, and said lazily, "What does it matter? If someone finds out, they find out. Besides, it's not what I want. I was almost able to kill that kid. "
"But Roddy is still not dead!"
"Then someone intervened."
"Impossible." Alan shook his head and said, "The heads of the wealthy families who could stop you were elsewhere. They were far away from the attack site and couldn't make it in time to help. As for Castle Ugarte, there was only one Bale. But at that time, Bale should have left for the surface. "
"Who knows? Anyway, the other party is definitely a troublesome character." Andos described the golden screen of light that had repeatedly repelled him and said, "Anyway, your intelligence was wrong. You didn't tell me that the other party had such strong reinforcements. If I had known earlier that there was such a character, I wouldn't have agreed to do this job for you. Look, I even lost a few good men. How are you going to settle this score? "
Alan frowned and quickly flipped through the information of several experts in Babylon in his mind. He found that none of their abilities or battle skills matched Andos' description. It wasn't until he thought of an impossible person that he cried out, "Could it be him? But that's impossible. He's already dead … unless … "
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