For some reason, the sky suddenly darkened.
Heavy rain poured down.
A bolt of lightning broke through the clouds and exploded like an iron tree and silver flower in an instant. Half of the sky was snow-white, dazzling people\'s eyes.
Horn wasn\'t dazzled by the lightning. He withdrew his gaze from the porthole of the airship. The baffle outside the window was slowly descending, blocking the wind and rain outside. In this harsh rainstorm, the "Black Eagle" was not affected by the thunderstorm at all. After gliding for a while, he drew a beautiful arc and plunged into the rain clouds below. Lightning and thunder continued to strike its body, but they were all absorbed by a barrier.
A moment later, the flying ship jumped out of the clouds and flew towards District 21 in the rain.
Horn sat in a comfortable chair with a soft light in the hull. There were only two cups of coffee on the table in front of him. One of them was for Horn, and the other was, of course, for the guard sitting opposite him. Anna was silently swiping the screen of the brain in her hand, and secret orders were sent out as her fingers moved. When they were a thousand meters above the ground, several clans, including District 21, moved towards the location Anna had designated.
Looking at the silent secret warrior, Horn smiled and said, "Don\'t be so serious, Anna. You have to smile more, especially women, so that you can look close. "
Anna put down her brain and took a sip of coffee. "I don\'t need to make people feel close. As long as I can protect Master, it doesn\'t matter if I have a dirty face."
Horn shook his head and laughed, "You\'re saying nice things, but you\'re still angry that I didn\'t listen to your advice and insisted on going to District 21."
Anna frowned and sighed, "Master, Baker invited you to negotiate. Although he chose Tyre\'s territory to avoid suspicion. But you know, Old Baker and Tyre have been flirting with each other. It\'s true that Tyre has been neutral all these years, but who knows if he will be bribed by Old Baker? Of course, I know that Master has always been meticulous. Since he agreed to the appointment, he must have full confidence. "
"Yes, our Anna knows how to flatter people too. Not bad, not bad." Horn flicked his finger and the coffee in the cup immediately rippled. Looking at the ripples, Horn said, "Anna, you know. Our little Allen has made a great contribution this time. Not only did His Excellency the President give him a first-class merit, but he also named the Cloud Iron Star and awarded it to Bescot. What do you think of this matter? "
Hearing this, Anna said, "Of course that's a good thing. In this way, Young Master Allen will be able to sit firmly in the first place. There shouldn't be any criticism, right? Moreover, with the Cloud Iron Star, our family's strength can climb to a new height. It will save us at least ten years of hard work, which is a great thing. Yes, yes … "
Horn continued for her, "It's just too eye-catching."
The clan head of Bescot sighed, "First Class Military Merit or Star Cloud Iron, either one would be a great thing for Allen and his clan. But if he had both, it would be too obvious. We've been in the limelight these past few years, and there's really no need to add flowers to the brocade. Now that we've gotten so many benefits for nothing, we've been pushed to the top of the limelight. "
Horn snorted, "Our President may not be doing this out of good intentions."
"Master, what do you mean?"
"Anna, if you pay attention, you will know that all presidents have come from civilians or the military, and never from aristocratic families." Horn closed his eyes as if he was resting. He continued, "Whether it's the aristocratic families or even the wealthy families. No matter how hard they work, they can't send their pawns into the true core of the Federation's power. Do you think there aren't any political talents among us after hundreds of years? It's not that there aren't any, it's that we can't enter the door. That inner circle was closed to us from the very beginning. "
"After the Battle of Dawn, Earth was devastated, and the country's strength was almost destroyed. When the Federation was first established, it had manpower but no resources. On the other hand, some of the clans that had preserved some of their heritage before the war had grasped the strategic resources that the Federation needed the most at that time. Thus, there was the first cooperation between the clan and the Federation. At that time, the Federation and the nobles working together was a win-win situation. But now, not necessarily … "Horn said softly," Although there has always been a rule of non-interference between us, this line is gradually becoming blurry over time. We are a fishbone in the throat of the presidents of the Federation. It is only a matter of time before we are pulled out. But judging from His Excellency the President's actions, the Federation is about to make a move. "
Anna's expression turned cold. "If Mobius wants to offend the nobles, it will only be a win-win situation. Don't forget that there is still a Gate of Freedom on the surface. Is he so unwise? "
Horn chuckled, "You underestimate our President too much. Military merits and Planet Cloud Iron are just fish bait thrown into this pool called the nobles. Right now, these two fish bait have landed in the mouth of a big fish named Bescot, but look, the bait is too much and too big for the big fish to swallow in one go. It was hard to guarantee that the other fish and shrimp in the pool didn't have any thoughts. If the other fish and shrimp fought for food, although they wouldn't kill all the fish and shrimp at once, the water in the pool would still be mixed. If the water in the pool was muddy, who could see what would happen in the pool? Even if a shark called the Federation took the opportunity to swim in at this time, no one would probably be able to see it clearly. At that time, regardless of whether it was a big fish or a small fish, they would still enter the shark's mouth. "
"Our president is setting up a long-term situation. The overthrow of the nobles began with him. However, he might not be able to see when it would end, but he resolutely took action. Mobius is a man with great courage. "
Anna was shocked when she heard this.
"The pool water is about to start mixing, and I don't have the patience to serve Old Baker bit by bit. If we, the big fish, can't be of one mind before the pool water is mixed. Without the shark moving its mouth, it would be time to give the other fish and shrimp a clean meal. Old Baker must have made all the preparations before he dared to invite me to negotiate. Then I'll follow his wishes and cut the Gordian knot with a quick knife. Although some blood will flow in the end, it's still better than being eaten by others, don't you think? " Horn opened his eyes, and lightning flashed in them. "It's just that Old Baker's preparations are just his wishful thinking."
In District 21 on the surface, there was a world-famous city. It had the same name as Las Vegas in the old era, and it was also a gambling city. There were many casinos and hotels here. Some people became rich overnight, while others became poor overnight. The ups and downs of life were nothing more than this.
In Las Vegas, there was a Golden Sail Club. It was both a hotel and a casino. This club had a moderate reputation, a moderate profit, and a moderate size. It was more than enough to compare to the top. The only thing he could take out was his qualifications. In Las Vegas, regardless of whether it was the hotel or casino business, it was also like the ups and downs of life in the city. Not to mention far away, in the past ten years, it was unknown how many casinos had opened and how many had closed in the city. The ones that could remain were phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
Jin Fan didn't have anything else, but he was old enough. Of course, there would always be old customers, especially those who were generous. Those generous gamblers didn't randomly pick a place to gamble. If the casino was newly opened and you didn't know the bottom line, God knows if you would bully your customers. If they saw that the guests had won too much, they would turn hostile. It wasn't that there weren't any casinos like this, but there were too many of them. Jin Fan had a good reputation in this regard. You should win as much as you want, and you definitely wouldn't do anything like that. As for reputation, it was something that had been settled over time.
Therefore, after so many years, Jin Fan had remained standing. Although it wasn't full every night, it wasn't empty either. What was rare was that after so many years of operation, the boss behind him didn't necessarily expand the scale. As a result, Jin Fan maintained its original appearance and walked down the ten years of wind and rain in Las Vegas.
However, tonight, Jin Fan did something that puzzled people.
The Golden Sail Club, which had been open all year round for ten years, announced early tonight that it would suspend business. However, at around eight o 'clock in the evening, there were flying cars driving to the entrance of the clubhouse. It was clear that there were distinguished guests coming.
However, the lobby manager who was standing at the entrance and waiting early knew that those were not distinguished guests, but evil guests and ferocious people. At this moment, a short and thin old man emerged from the leading flying car. He didn't look conspicuous at all, but the lobby manager had already been told that it was Old Baker from the eighth district. When Old Baker was young, he had the nickname Butcher, although he hadn't done that kind of fighting and killing anymore. However, there was always a hint of killing intent on that wooden face. With such a sinister smile, even though the manager was used to seeing scenes, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
He hurriedly greeted him.
Before he could get close, he was stopped by a man with an oblique scar on his face. Lightning looked at the manager expressionlessly and said, "Stand here and talk."
The supervisor dared not say anything. He forced a smile that was uglier than crying on his face and said to the old man, "Master Baker, Mr. Tyre has been waiting for a long time."
Old Baker seemed a little absent-minded. He looked at the bodyguards wearing sunglasses and suits behind him and replied, "Hmm." The lobby manager felt that he had stuck a cold butt, but he didn't dare to argue. Bickering with the butcher was simply courting death. He had prepared a gorgeous speech, but this time, he hurriedly swallowed it into his stomach. Looking at his appearance, it was clear that he was not in the mood to deal with a small fry like him. It was better to hurry up and bring someone along.
The supervisor bowed and said, "Please follow me." Then, he led the way.
Old Baker waved his hand and the lightning went first. Old Baker was in the middle, and the five bodyguards walked behind him. According to the previous agreement, no one was allowed to carry weapons. Otherwise, the alarm at the door would ring as soon as they entered. Old Baker walked neither fast nor slow. He looked ahead and muttered to himself, "How confident are you against Horn?"
"Fifty-five." A voice came from behind.
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