[The Fianna] Headquarters.
The fighter jet used for the expedition had crashed, and there were only a few survivors left in the entire team. In the end, they still completed the final mission and brought back the information of the battle between the 12 Knights of the Round Table and Oberon.
After taking off the 'Dragon Calvary' armor, the survivors looked terrified … as if they were about to collapse. They let the staff begin to adjust the cabin and carry out the post-war rest.
In fact, although they were able to return this time, their data had reached the dangerous warning line … If they didn't adjust in time, they would not be any better than the other members who had died.
The survivors slowly closed their eyes. As for what the future would be … they didn't want to care about it anymore.
"They just lack actual combat experience."
In the control room, looking at the survivors who entered the adjustment cabin, the prime minister gave such a reason.
He had even recovered from the blow of the failure of this operation and encouraged the people here. "Although our operation this time has failed, the data obtained is also incomparably precious. This has made us realize the shortcomings of the 'dragon knights' and the shortcomings of the pilots … In the future, this is the direction we will take to conquer this! We have reached the inhuman realm in terms of strength, what we lack is something else! Technology! More data! And fighting spirit! "
Such words were better than nothing … People were used to looking for a reason that could make failure not sad.
The prime minister didn't stay in the control room for too long. After a few simple words, he left under the escort of the officer.
There were too many things that would give him a headache, such as how to deal with the cabinet ministers and how to deploy the military. After that, he still needed to negotiate with the Knight Division. Finally, he even had to deal with the impact of the riot in Fog City … and rebuild.
The prime minister even had a feeling that in the next six months, he might not even be able to get a half-day holiday.
"Prepare a helicopter for me."
At this time, the Prime Minister ordered the officer accompanying him, "After we get on the plane, give me another impromptu video conference. It's almost time to brush off those old fogeys in the cabinet... Also, connect me to the military now. I want to know the current evacuation progress..."
The prime minister paused, as if there were more orders. He was sorting out his thoughts at this time, so he muttered, but the officer beside him didn't do anything at this time.
He couldn't help but frown, "Didn't you hear what I said? I told you to connect me to the military immediately! Are you so frightened by the commotion outside that you can't think straight? "
"I'm sorry, Mr. Prime Minister, but you no longer have the authority to order me around," the officer said calmly.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
The officer smiled. "Because you have been temporarily suspended from your position as Prime Minister … I'm sorry, Mr. Prime Minister. You are now suspected of shifting government funds, colluding with foreign Inhumans, and even planning to kidnap the Queen … So, I need to arrest you now."
"What did you say?!" The Prime Minister looked at his confidant in disbelief. "You arrested me! Who gave you the authority?! "
"I'm sure Sir Hopkins will be willing to answer that question when you see him."
"Putin …"
The officer didn't say anything else. Instead, before the Prime Minister could react, he rushed up and knocked him out.
This sudden turn of events terrified the two bodyguards beside the Prime Minister, but before they could draw their pistols, the officer had already knocked them to the ground at lightning speed.
As for the escorts who had come out from the base, they were stunned on the spot.
"Operate as usual here … Wait for my return," the officer looked at the staff in front of him and slowly ordered.
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…
On the long street, there were at least five violent Orcs. Two of them were even holding onto residents who were on the verge of death.
Mr. Gareth had to be very careful, lest the aftermath of the battle would cause these hostages whose lives were in danger. If he was facing these Orcs alone, he naturally wouldn't have so many scruples.
After besieging the leader of the Myths of Doomsday, Oberon, except for Geraint, who could only rest at the moment due to excessive consumption, the other four still maintained considerable combat power. Therefore, after leaving the monastery, they were immediately dispatched to the major streets of Fog City to begin suppressing the Orc riots.
At this time, a few cold lights flashed in the air, and then Mr. Clown hurried through the buildings. Mr. Gareth couldn't help but be shocked. He was afraid that this guy wouldn't hold back at all and hurt the two residents who were on the verge of death.
"Dagonite!! Don't mess around! "
However, at this time, the flying daggers easily pierced the shoulder joints of these Orcs … The hostages were able to escape at once.
Several elite knights who were always ready rushed out in an instant and directly rescued the hostages. Then, Mr. Clown directly knocked these Orcs to the ground with the speed of a gust of wind sweeping the fallen leaves.
The rioting Orcs fell under him, and then the flying daggers returned to his fingers.
Mr. Clown's face was full of tears. "I say, Gareth, can you have a little more confidence in me? I'm a person who made a knight's oath in front of King Arthur's statue. "
Mr. Gareth couldn't help but roll his eyes … He didn't have time to pay attention to this guy. He hurriedly ordered the elite knights to bring back the knocked down Orcs.
The Orcs' frenzy hadn't been removed, but they had been imprisoned by the elite knights with special binding props. They had completely lost the ability to move and could only make meaningless noises.
"They are all residents with legal identities, but they were bewitched."
At this time, Mr. Gareth ordered the elite knights to put the blanketed orcs on a transport vehicle. "Take good care of them after bringing them back. We need to find a way to stop their madness. If they really can't calm down, I suggest you use tranquilizers."
"Yes!"
The knights began to get busy. Naturally, there were more than a few Orcs who had just been knocked down by Mr. Clown on the transport vehicle.
Originally, there were already more than 20 Orcs lying on the vehicle.
"Gareth, I'll leave first to clear the area. I'll leave these troublesome matters to you." After Mr. Clown said his farewells, he ran away on the long street.
Gareth was a little helpless … But speaking of which, perhaps he was really born to deal with such trivial matters.
In fact, it didn't take too much time to load the vehicles. The key was that the vehicles were already full. They needed to transport these Orcs back. Gareth didn't feel at ease letting the knights be responsible for the transport because he didn't know where the group of Mythology of Doomsday thugs were hiding in the Fog City.
"Mr. Gareth, maybe I can help you."
In a dark alley, a man was dragging a heavily injured Orc out.
Gareth looked at him and was a little surprised. He then nodded and said, "So it's you, Mr. Simpton."
Head Knight Simpton threw the heavily injured Orc on the ground. Afterward, someone immediately restrained this Orc and pushed it onto the transport vehicle.
Simpton said with a serious face, "Leave the transport to me. You guys are more efficient than us in suppressing the Orcs … We need to quell the chaos in the Fog City as soon as possible."
Gareth couldn't disagree with him. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded and said, "Ok then, I'll leave the transport to you, Head Knight Simpton."
"As you wish, the great Head Knight Gareth." Simpton bowed to him as a junior knight greeting a senior knight.
"Oh … You're too cautious! Mr. Simpton, relax! "Gareth patted him on the shoulder." We are comrades, not subordinates. "
"Then I'll go first." Head Knight Simpton nodded. "I'll come out as soon as I'm done. I'll wait for your good news."
After he said that, he directly walked onto the transport vehicle. Gareth watched the transport vehicle leave and began to focus again.
Although he still had a lot of energy left, too many things had happened since Ferrell broke out of prison last night and the chaos in the Fog City tonight … He was starting to feel tired.
Suddenly, he felt a slight wetness on his finger. He looked down and realized there was a trace of blood on his finger.
It was still fresh … He rubbed the blood with his finger and looked at the transport vehicle leaving.
Maybe he was just overthinking.
Gareth shook his head, but he still moved and walked towards the alley where Simpton came from. He smelled a strong smell of blood.
Gareth frowned and raised his hand. A ball of light appeared on his palm along with an ancient language. It was the language of the elves that only the 12 Knights could use.
The light source instantly lit up the dark alley.
There was a long trail of blood on the ground … It was an injured body that was forcefully dragged on the ground. It was probably the orc that Simpton brought out.
He slowly walked forward along the trail of blood. He felt like there was something in front of him. Finally, he stopped in front of a door.
It seemed to be the back door of a restaurant … The door was unlocked. The trail of blood also started here.
Gareth gently pushed the door open and walked in.
After a few seconds, he suddenly narrowed his eyes. In front of him, in front of the restaurant, he saw orcs kneeling on the ground with wounds all over their bodies. They had already gone through extreme punishment …
They had already become cold corpses.
The corpses were kneeling on the ground in a posture of repentance … The floor was covered in thick, scarlet blood. It was like a slaughterhouse.
"This …" Gareth's expression suddenly changed.
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Sir Perkins Manor.
In Sir Hopkins' private office … Sir Hopkins sat quietly like this, waiting for something. On the opposite side of the office desk, a middle-aged man with slightly bald hair was sitting with his head half tilted.
His head was hanging down.
Maybe he had been like this for some time … The man who was sitting with his head tilted suddenly woke up and then raised his head in a panic.
"You actually betrayed … It's you! Hopkins?! "
The one who came to his senses was the Prime Minister of the British government. When he saw his enemy, the Prime Minister looked around frantically.
This was a completely unfamiliar place to him. But he knew where this place was because he had seen it in the intelligence reports.
"Mr. Prime Minister, you should be very familiar with the environment here." Sir Hopkins smiled and said, "Because I think, on your desk, there must be a very detailed intelligence report about this place, right?"
"Hopkins!!" The Prime Minister suddenly stood up and pressed his hands on the desk. He glared at the other party, "You dare to lynch me? Do you know what you are doing?! "
Sir Hopkins waved his hand casually, "I know very well what I am doing, Mr. Prime Minister … Why don't you also listen to what I know, what do you want to do?"
The Prime Minister instantly calmed down and at the same time quickly sorted out the information he had … He was silent and sat down again.
Sir Hopkins said slowly, "You want to deal with the Knight Mechanism, right?"
The Prime Minister sneered and said nothing.
Sir Hopkins continued, "Every year, a large amount of money flows to your secret base. Over the years, you have created a total of 23 'Dragon Riders' and named them [The Fianna] … The Fenian Warriors in Celtic mythology. You think this group of warriors can be compared to our Knights of the Round Table … In fact, I really admire your efforts from the bottom of my heart. After all, you have used your own efforts to prove that ordinary people can also set foot in the inhuman realm. "
The Prime Minister sneered, "I am not surprised at all that you would take out all the information about the research results at this time … I really didn't expect that the person I thought highly of would betray me."
Sir Hopkins shook his head, "His name is Orfin. In fact, he is my adopted son and also a knight of our Knight Mechanism … He has never been your subordinate, my Prime Minister."
"Good, very good!" The Prime Minister gritted his teeth and was so angry that he couldn't say anything.
"Continue?" Sir Hopkins leaned back in his seat, "You quickly thought of a plan. You funded a mob organization. This organization is called 'The Myth of Doomsday,' right? In a few years, you have provided a lot of activity funds to this organization, right? In addition, you also secretly bought some equipment from the Magician Association and then gave it to them. Of course, this organization didn't waste your resources in vain. Your [The Fianna] seems to have several technologies that were seized from other places through this organization, right? Let me think, last year, there was a batch of stolen aerospace materials in the United States, and it seemed to be your … your handiwork? "
"Ridiculous! A one-sided story! "The Prime Minister snorted.
"Later, you felt that the time was right." Sir Hopkins still said calmly, "You felt that you shouldn't have anything to do with this organization anymore because it would affect your future career … It just so happened that our Crown Prince seemed to have really lost his patience … He didn't want to wait any longer. After all, he was almost seventy years old. A seventy-year-old Crown Prince is indeed too long of a wait. "
The Prime Minister's face finally changed slightly.
Sir Hopkins said indifferently, "You let the people of the Myth of Doomsday kidnap the Queen and declare war on the British government … You have a very good reason to use [The Fianna]. You can use [The Fianna]. Not only will this incident uproot the organization you funded, but perhaps our Queen will also die in this kidnapping due to an unfortunate accident. Hmm … Let me think, when everything is over, it should be time for the Crown Prince to ascend to the throne, right? Then, as the Knight Organization that did nothing in the matter of the Queen being kidnapped by an inhuman, it will become a role to be impeached by the cabinet … Perhaps [The Fianna] has the possibility of replacing the Knight Organization. "
"Oh, there's one more thing. You probably didn't expect that the people of the Myth of Doomsday would actually directly ask the British government for the independence of the entire Northern Ireland region. This part is slightly beyond your control …" Looking at the Prime Minister's ugly expression, Sir Hopkins smiled, "That's about it. Do you have anything to add?"
"Yes." The Prime Minister sneered at this time, "Then you seem to have forgotten to search me … Hopkins, you shouldn't have seen me alone!"
Suddenly, the Prime Minister lifted his clothes and pulled out an antique bronze pistol. He pointed the muzzle at the other party and smiled grimly, "Just a light touch, and the result will be the same. Goodbye, my good friend. "
Bang!!
Without leaving any time for Sir Hopkins to react, the Prime Minister pulled the trigger on this special gun.
The whistling bullet stopped in front of Sir Hopkins at this moment, as if there was something blocking it and imprisoning it.
The Prime Minister shot continuously in horror, but the bullets were stopped in front of Sir Hopkins one by one … Until all the bullets were fired.
"You …"
"Hmm, the power is not bad. It's a new toy made by the Magician Association this year."
The Prime Minister retreated in horror … Suddenly, he turned around and rushed out of the door recklessly!
Sir Hopkins had no intention of stopping him. He just watched as the Prime Minister hurriedly opened the office door and rushed out … Then, step by step, he retreated back again.
At this time, the Prime Minister's expression was so panicked.
As he retreated step by step, he finally understood one thing.
He squeezed out a voice and said with difficulty, "[Oberon], it's you … How could …"
In front of the door, Caesar.
He walked in step by step with no expression on his face.
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