Chapter 1235: The Wolf and the Lion

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Two beams of light fell down in this dark space, and a person appeared in each beam of light.

Both of them have masks on their faces, the difference is that one is wearing a clown mask, and the other has only a letter K on the snow-white mask.

The only remaining two senior members of the Hidden Light Society looked at each other in silence. After a long time, the clown Vincent sighed: "I think we used to have six people, and six people decided the direction of the organization. Only by impartiality can the organization develop rapidly. .We even have the power to control the Federation, but now, there are only two of us left."

"The purpose of the organization's existence is to secretly guide the development of the Federation or even the future direction of the human race, but when we forget our original intention and change our direction to left and right, we may plant the seeds of destruction." K said in a deep voice: "I was That said, killing Morbit may not be a once-and-for-all solution. Maybe we can influence him, guide him, or even absorb him into the organization, so now I'm afraid it's a different situation."

"But you are too persistent. Not only did you get on with the priest, but you also mistook a wolf for a loyal dog!"

"This is indeed my responsibility, I am too conceited, brother." Vincent sighed: "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 was not that simple, brother. I went to that town and found some clues there. These clues pointed out that the person who attacked A was not Federation figures, not even human beings."

"Alien mercenaries?"

"It's worse." K shook his head: "I found some kind of armor in some ruins, and I took it back to let someone analyze it afterwards. I came to the conclusion that there was a 70% chance of it being tactical armor. You should also know, which aliens I like to use this armor the most."

Vincent made a gasping voice in the mask: "Nilm."

"You mean, Alan hooked up with the Nirms and reached 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 black deals with those alien races in the Jotun Starfield despite my objections. If I'm not wrong, Alan might have paid attention to it at that time. The channels and methods of the Alien Federation. It is true that he hides very deeply, but this wolf is also raised by us.

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"There are no permanent allies in this world, only eternal interests. Even now, I don't think there is anything wrong with trading with other races, it's just that each takes what they need. But I will not be ambiguous about the general direction. If I had been born in the age of Daybreak, believe me, I would have been at the forefront of the war!" Vincent said loudly, "I also have my own bottom line and principles, you don't need to doubt that."

K nodded and said: "Unfortunately, that wolf has no principles. He hired Nirms to deal with humans. He should be damned. I suspected that Nirms were involved in the iron prison incident that day, but there is no evidence." .It now appears that Alan has already been in contact with the Nilm people."

"So this wolf should be eradicated as soon as possible. This time, don't you want to prevent me from dealing with him again?"

"That's not true, but I'm curious, how do you deal with him. He is no longer our puppet, but the president of the Federation, even if he is wearing a Morbit mask."

Vincent said: "Don't worry, I already have a detailed plan."

"Then I'm relieved." K didn't ask about the specific content of the plan, but instead said, "You said that the golden lion attacked the Doomsday bunker, and Capulo even personally intercepted you, but you managed to escape?"

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"I should ask you this question, shouldn't I?" K said, "Don't tell me you didn't see it, Capulo let you go on purpose. With the strength of Marshal Wild Lion, to be honest, Vincent, if he intends to If you stay, you can't go anywhere. Looking at the entire Federation, only Horn, Windsor Bello, the heads of the three big families and a few others can match that old lion."

"I'm indeed not on Capulo's list of opponents..." Vincent smiled wryly, "Although I don't want to admit it, but judging from now, I was indeed used by that old lion. The president who has been in the limelight recently Candidates, I heard it was supported by those old parties like Capulo and the others. Capulo deliberately let me go, it seems to be to hit Alan, in fact, Alan’s approval rating has dropped a lot now. I am afraid that he will have to step down immediately."

"It's best if you can tell. Be careful with Capulo. Don't forget that Alan is only a wolf at best, but Capulo is a lion. Even if the lion is old, the lion is still a lion. If he doesn't If you are willing to listen to another wolf pointing fingers, then the next situation will only become more complicated."

Vincent pondered: "You mean Kaprow wants to control the entire Federation by manipulating a puppet?"

"The aristocrats definitely don't want to see this happen. If the old party is in power, especially if Capulo becomes the big boss behind it, then the federation will probably take an extreme military dictatorship route. It will be the nobles What I don’t like to see. They have already taken action, which can be guessed from the sudden stagnation of the candidate’s recent vote rate. If there is no interference from wealthy families, I would not believe it.”

"So you want to get rid of Alan. I agree with this. But the timing must be grasped and the groundwork must be prepared. Otherwise, once Alan leaves, the old party will have no opponents, and we will help Kapulo instead."

"I see."

"That's it, I have other things to do." K said: "Goodbye, Vincent. I hope to hear your voice next time we meet."

"certainly."

The beam of light disappeared, and the space returned to darkness.

Vincent took down a holographic induction helmet, moved his shoulders slightly, and handed the helmet to a blond female assistant next to him: "How is Wella doing?"

"Still the same, boss."

"Very well, let me meet this lady." Vincent stood up and walked out of the room with the female assistant. Outside the room is a corridor connected by a spiral staircase. The two walked down the spiral staircase and walked into the living room through a hallway. Judging from the layout, it looks like a mansion lived by a nobleman. In fact, the house where Vincent is located is really an estate under the name of a nobleman.

Even in the federal records, it is a legal property, there is no problem.

Pass the living room to the kitchen, where the chef is preparing dinner. No one looked up at the arrival of Vincent and they walked into a refrigerated warehouse. The female assistant found a hidden device under a row of shelves. After a while, the row of shelves slid open, revealing an automatic door behind it. After the iris scan, the automatic doors opened to both sides, Vincent walked in, and the guards on both sides retreated after seeing 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 pretty figure sitting on a chair, "Good evening, Miss Wella."

It was Weina sitting on the chair, 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 has a light beam connected to the floor. Wella also wore a helmet covered with metal needles on her head, which was exactly the kind of helmet Allen wore in the Iron Prison. Due to the existence of this helmet, Wei Nakong has a source of power but cannot use it.

She looked up and smiled weakly: "Vincent, when are you going to kill me?"

"Kill you?" Vincent walked over and grabbed Weina's chest forcefully.

She screamed in pain.

"It's not so cheap for you. You have caused us so much misery, and even lost the Doomsday Bunker. I have spent a lot of time trying to find you. How could I kill you so easily?" Vincentra came over with a picture Chair, sat down in front of the woman. He kicked away Wella's right leg. The woman was wearing a narrow skirt, and her legs were spread so fast. From Vincent's eyesight, the scenery under the skirt was naturally full.

"Your ability is related to ice, so I don't know if you are also cold when you do that."

Wei Na sneered: "You can try it, but if your thing freezes, I won't pay for it."

Vincent smiled: "There will be a chance, and I don't think I'm that vulnerable. Let's talk about business, Wella. You should know that in three days, the Federation will dismantle the Doomsday Cannon and transport it away , isn’t your president’s boyfriend going to bring it back to Babylon so that it can be used to shock the rich and noble?”

"so what?"

"I will launch an attack, and I will attack the federal team."

"Oh, so you're going to get the roadmap from me?"

"That's right, but not only that, I want you to tell Alan through a channel that Alan won't doubt that I'm going to attack the transport team." Vincent smiled.

Wei Na narrowed her eyes: "In three days, Alan will attend a speech event. I guess, your goal is not the transport team of the Doomsday Cannon, but him?"

"You are really smart, Wella. It's a pity that you are too smart, just look at your current situation. How about it, can you help me?"

"If I say no, will you kill me now?"

Vincent laughed, and he shook his head and squatted down behind Weina. Lifting Wei Na's hairline, Vincent lightly bit the woman's earring, and Wei Na shrank her neck sensitively. Vincent said, "I know, Wella. You're a clean freak, so I don't know if you'd enjoy having some dirty, sick bums take turns fucking you. .I guarantee this party will last long enough that you will never forget it."

Wei Na's face immediately became ugly.

"Come to think of it, they're going to stuff their big, smelly dicks on you anywhere they can, and I could probably find a hundred of them, so you'll probably be entertained for a long time. "

"Stop talking, I'll just do it!" Wei Na gritted her teeth: "But you have to promise, after all this is done, you have to let me go."

"make a deal."

A gasp sounded in the darkness.

Alan withdrew from the woman on the bed, and the woman on the bed didn't even have the strength to move a finger. Alan conquered her for most of the night. Now, every corner of her body smelled of Alan. Alan pinched her breasts, and then got out of the bed in satisfaction. He walked into the bathroom, and the brain immediately sprinkled clean water with a moderate temperature for him, washing away all the traces left on his body after the battle.

He closed his eyes, physically speaking, he had already obtained the greatest degree of satisfaction. That woman was indeed a stunner, and he hadn't had such fun in a long time. But the body is happy, but the mood is not necessarily so happy.

Lei Luo.

A name flashed through his mind. He was just an unknown person, but he unexpectedly got the support of the old party, and now he has become the biggest threat to Alan's re-election. Thinking of this, Alan punched the wall bitterly.

Of course he didn't pay attention to Lei Luo, but there was Kapuluo behind him, so that was another matter entirely. The current situation is very bad for Alan. Under Kaprow's operation, the old party obviously wants to leave him behind and win a new federal president. The aristocrats are only maintaining a superficial relationship with the Federation because of the iron prison incident, but they are secretly against the Federation, especially Alan.

Fortunately, the aristocrats also didn't want to see the old party get bigger. When Lei Luo's votes were getting thousands of votes, they suddenly took action and stopped the young politician's votes. But that doesn't mean that the nobles will make peace with the Federation, let alone support Alan.

"It seems that I still have to rely on myself." Alan said softly.

"Don't run."

"Catch him quickly."

This is a town without a name. A man in the town once named the town Mad Dog Town, because this man has the nickname of Mad Dog, and at the same time ruled the town with a machine gun and a few men. However, he was quickly killed by someone else, and Mad Dog Town, which had been called for less than a month, was changed to another name, but it was renamed again within three months, so whoever is popular in the town can use his own nickname or preference name.

But over the past few years, the town has changed its name many times, and no one is busy working around anymore. Instead, no matter what it is called, it is just a town.

It is actually not appropriate to say that it is a town. The only buildings here that can barely be called buildings are a bell tower, a church, and a few two or three-story buildings. The others are either shantytowns or tin houses, which are sparsely piled up in the town. These simple houses often change their positions due to the coming and going of the owner, so until now, this town that is not like a town does not even have a floor plan.

Of course, life in town was so hard that no one bothered to draw up a floor plan or anything.

There is a garbage dump in the town that has not been changed all year round. This is the home of the homeless, a paradise for rats and cockroaches, and a treasure trove for scavengers. It's just that compared to the latter, this town, which is already poor, can't find anything valuable.

It was noon at this moment, and although the sun was still venomous, the harmful rays in the sun were already within the range that people on the surface could bear. So these more than a dozen half-grown children still ran into this garbage dump in the town under the bright sun, and a **-year-old boy ran in the front. A tall, thin man, he quickly got into a scrapped car, surrounded by other big kids, constantly beating the car with hoses or other things.

"Come out, Jack, you can't escape." someone shouted outside.

The boy named Jack said loudly, "I'm not going out."

"Really? Well then, everyone." The children opened the door, dragged Jack from the car to the ground, and grabbed a bag from his arms.

There was a donut in the bag, and the kids left screaming. Jack got up and shouted, "Give it back to me, that's my lunch."

But the other kids didn't care, they chirped like a flock of sparrows and ran out of the dump. Jack chased after him, but was tripped by a big boy outside the dump. The big boy made a face at Jack and ran away.

Jack fell hard, and he won't be able to get up for a while.

At this time, someone picked up Jack from behind, and the boy turned around, he was a man who wrapped himself up tightly. Looked like one of those scavengers or bums in a junkyard, but this man smelled clean, not sweaty or anything like that.

"Thank you, sir." Jack said.

A man's voice came from under the drooping hat brim: "Do you want to take back your things?"

"Can you help me? That would be very kind, sir." Jack said happily.

"No, I won't help you grab it. If you want to get what's yours, you have to fight for it yourself."

Jack said dejectedly, "I can't steal from them, there are too many of them."

"You can, but you need a weapon." The man turned his hand out of the cloak, and there was a pistol in his palm. The metal casing of the pistol reflected the oily light in the sun, 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 laughed, a dangerous smile, stuck his pistol in the back of his trousers, and chased after him to a warehouse where the kids in town used to hang out. It wasn't long before gunshots were heard from the town, along with the screams of children. The man laughed: "The surface of the earth has not changed. It is violent and dirty. Even a young boy dares to shoot and kill people casually. Then there seems to be no need to maintain such a race, right?"

He lifted his hat, and a face appeared in the sunlight. Even though he still wears sunglasses on his face, if he appeared on Babylon, anyone would be able to recognize him.

Because he is the president of the Federation, but this is the surface, and it is a very remote town, it is difficult to expect people here to recognize the President of the Federation.

Alan smiled and started walking towards the town. At this time, all the people in the town ran to the warehouse where the accident occurred, so people did not notice that a stranger came quietly.