Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1235: Wolf and Lion

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

Both people wear masks on their faces. The difference is that one wears a clown mask, while the other wears a white mask with only a K.

The two remaining senior members of the Glory Society looked at each other speechlessly. For a long time, Vincent the Clown sighed: "I think we had six people in the past, and six people determine the direction of the organization. It developed rapidly. We even have the power to control the Federation, but now, only the two of us are 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 guidance to the left and right, we may plant the seeds of destruction." K Shen Sheng said: "I said at the time that killing Mobit may not be a once-and-for-all method. Maybe we can influence him, guide him, and even absorb him into the organization, so now I am afraid it is another situation."

"But you are too persistent. Not only did you catch up with the priest, but you also mistaken 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 be held accountable, 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 pointed out that the attack a is not a federal character, or even a human."

"Alien Mercenary?"

"Worse." K shook his head: "I found some kind of armor in some ruins. Afterwards, I took it back and let someone analyze it. The conclusion was that there was a 70% chance that it was tactical armor. You should also know that, Which aliens like to use this armor most."

Vincent inhaled in the mask: "The Nelm."

"Do you mean that Alan caught up with the Nirm and reached some kind of agreement?"

"The possibility is extremely high." K sneered: "In order to build the Doomsday Cannon as soon as possible, you ignored my objections and insisted on black trades with the alien races in the Yorton Star. If I guessed correctly, Alan was probably at that time Just pay attention to the channels and methods of the Shanghe Alien Federation. He did hide deep, but this wolf was also raised by us."

"There are no eternal allies in this world, only eternal interests. Even now, I don’t think there is anything wrong with dealing with foreign races. I just take what we need. But in the general direction, I won’t have It's a little vague. If I was born in the era of the war of dawn, believe me, I will be on the forefront of the war!" Vincent said loudly: "I also have my own bottom line and principles, you don't need to doubt this."

k nodded and said, "It's a pity that the wolf has no principles. He actually hired the Nirm to deal with humans. It's really damn. I suspected that the Nirm was involved in the Iron Hell incident that day, but Suffering from no evidence. It seems that Alan has already been in contact with the Nirm."

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

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

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

"Then I can rest assured." Without asking about the specific content of the plan, he said instead: "You said that the golden lion attacked the doom bunker at that time, and Capro even intercepted you personally, but you managed to escape?"

"Yes, is there any problem?"

"I should ask you this sentence?" K said: "Don't tell me you didn't see it. Capulo deliberately let you go. With the strength of Marshal Mad Lion, honestly Vincent, If he intends to keep you, you can't go anywhere. Throughout the entire federation, only Horn, Windsor Bello, the Patriarchs of the three giants, and a few others can match that old lion."

"I'm indeed not on the list of Kaprow's opponents..." Vincent smiled bitterly: "Although I don't want to admit it, from now on, I was indeed taken advantage of by that old lion. Recently, the limelight is gaining momentum. The strong presidential candidate, I heard that Capulo and his old party were selected by them. Capulo deliberately let me go, it seems to be a blow to Alan. In fact, Alan’s approval rating has dropped a lot now. If it weren’t for him, he tried his best to let me go. To restore the relationship with the nobles, I am afraid he will have to step down immediately."

"It's the best you can see. Be careful with Capulo. Don't forget that Alan is only a wolf at best, but Capulo is a lion. Even if this lion is old, the lion is still a lion. If he does not want to hear another wolf gesticulating, then the next situation is afraid that it will become more complicated."

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

"The aristocracy certainly does not want to see this happen. If the old party is in power, especially if Capro becomes the big boss behind it, then the Federation will only be afraid to embark on an extreme military dictatorship. It would be undesirable for the nobles. They have also taken action. This can be guessed from the sudden halt in the vote of the candidate recently. If there is no intervention from a wealthy family, I would not believe that he would be killed. "

"So you have to get rid of Alan, and I agree with that. But the timing must be grasped and pave the way. Otherwise, once Alan is gone, the old party has no opponents, and we will help Capro instead."

"I see."

"Let's do it, I have other things to be busy." K said: "Goodbye, Vincent. I hope I can hear you next time I meet."

"Of course."

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

Vincent took off a holographic sensor helmet, he moved his shoulders a little, and handed the helmet to a blond female assistant next to him: "How is Wella's situation?"

"It's 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 through a hallway into the living room. From the layout point of view, this is like a mansion where a nobleman lives. 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 asset without any problems.

Go through the living room to the kitchen, where the chef is preparing dinner. No one looked up at the arrival of the two Vincent, they walked into a cold storage warehouse. The female assistant touched a hidden device under a row of shelves. After a while, the row of shelves slid open, revealing an automatic door behind it. After going through the iris scan, the automatic door opened to both sides, Vincent walked in, and the guards on both sides retreated after seeing that it was him.

Passing a corridor, a room appeared in front of Vincent. After the door was opened, Vincent walked in and said to a beautiful figure sitting in a chair: "Good evening, Miss Wella."

It was Wella sitting in the chair, but she looked haggard, her hands were twisted behind the chair, her legs were spread, and there was a metal ring on her ankle. Each ring has a beam of light connected to the floor. Wella also wore a helmet covered with metal needles on her head, exactly the helmet Allen wore in the Iron Prison at the time. 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 a handful of Wella's chest.

She screamed in pain.

"It's not so cheap for you, you made us so miserable, and even lost the doomsday bunker. In order to find you, I spent a lot of thought, how can I kill you so easily." Vincentra Come over to a chair and sit down in front of the woman. He kicked Wella's right leg away. The woman was wearing a narrow skirt with her legs crossed so fast. With Vincent's eyesight, the scenery under the skirt was naturally full.

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

Wina sneered: "You can try, but if your thing freezes, I won't pay."

Vincent smiled: "There will be a chance, and I don't think I am that vulnerable. Let's talk about business, Wella. You should know that in three days, the Federation will dismantle the Doomsday Cannon. And take it away. Isn't your presidential boyfriend taking it back to Babylon, so that it can be used to shock the rich and aristocrats?"

"So what?"

"I will launch an attack, I will attack the Federation team."

"Oh, do you want to get a road map from me?"

"Yes, but not only that, I want you to tell Alan through a channel that Alan will not doubt that I am going to attack the transportation team." Vincent smiled.

Wina squinted her eyes: "Three days later, Alan will attend a speech event. I guess your purpose is not the Doomsday Cannon transportation team, but him?"

"You are really smart, Wella. It's a pity that you are too smart. Just look at your current situation. How about doing this for me?"

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

Vincent laughed, he shook his head and walked to squat down behind Wella. Picking up Wella's hairline, Vincent gently bit on the woman's helix, and Wella shrank her neck sensitively. Vincent said: "I know, Wella. You are a person with cleanliness, so I don't know, if you let some dirty and sick hobos take turns to dry you, you will feel happy . I guarantee this party will be long enough for you to remember for a lifetime."

Wina's face immediately became difficult to look.

"Think about it, they will stuff their smelly, big guys into any place you can fit in, and I can find a hundred such guys, so you can probably enjoy it. Long time."

"Stop talking, I just do it!" Wella gritted her teeth and said: "But you have to promise that you have to let me go after all this is done."

"Deal."

A gasp sounded in the darkness.

Alan retreated from the woman on the bed. The woman on the bed didn't 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 squeezed her chest before getting out of bed with satisfaction. He walked into the bathroom, and Zhi Brain immediately sprinkled him with clean water of moderate temperature, washing all the marks left by him after the war.

With his eyes closed, he has been physiologically satisfied to the greatest extent. That woman is indeed a stunner, he hasn't been so happy in a long time. But the body is refreshed, but the mood is not so happy.

Reluo.

A name flashed in his mind. He was just an unknown person, but he unexpectedly received the support of the old party. Now he has become the biggest threat to Alan's re-election. Thinking of this, Alan bitterly hit the wall with a fist.

Of course he didn't look at him with a Lei Luo, but there was a Capulo behind that, that's another matter altogether. Now the situation is very bad for Alan. Under the operation of Kaprow, the old party obviously wants to put aside him and win a new federal president. The nobles are currently only maintaining a superficial relationship with the Federation because of the Iron Prison incident, but secretly they are in every way with the Federation, especially against his Alan.

Fortunately, the nobles also didn't want to see the old party sitting big. When Lei Luo's ballots were steadily increasing, he suddenly made a move and cut the young politician's votes for life. But that doesn't mean that the nobles and the Federation are fixed, let alone support Alan.

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

"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 had the nickname Mad Dog, and at the same time ruled the town with a machine gun and several subordinates. However, he was quickly killed by other people. The town of Mad Dog, which had been called for less than a month, was changed to another name. However, it was renamed within March, so anyone who can eat well in the town can use his own nickname or preference. name.

But after a few years, the town didn’t know how many names it changed, and then no one was busy with it. Instead, it didn’t matter what it was called, it was just a town.

It’s not really appropriate to say that it’s a town. The only buildings that can barely be called a building are a bell tower, a church, and a few two or three-storey buildings. The others are either shanty towns or tin huts, sparsely piled up in the town. These simple houses often change their locations due to the coming and going of their owners, so until now, this town, unlike a town, doesn't even have a floor plan.

Of course, life in the town is so difficult, no one will bother to draw a floor plan or something.

There is a garbage dump in the town that does not change all the year round. This is a home for homeless people, a paradise for mice and cockroaches, and a treasure house for scavengers. It's just that compared to the latter, this poor town can't pick up anything valuable.

It is noon at this moment. Although the sun is still hot, the harmful rays in the sun are already within the range that people on the surface can bear. So these a dozen and a half-year-old children still ran into the garbage dump in the town under the big sun. Among them was a ** year-old boy running in the front. The tall and thin man, he quickly got into a scrapped car, and other older children surrounded the car, constantly beating the car with water pipes or other things.

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

The boy called Jack said loudly: "I won't go out."

"Really? Okay, everyone." The children pulled the car door, dragged Jack from the car to the ground, and then picked up a bag from his arms.

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

But the other kids wouldn't care. They squeaked like a flock of sparrows and ran out of the dump. Jack chased after him, but fell over a big boy outside the garbage dump. The big boy made a face at Jack and ran away.

Jack did not fall lightly, and would not be able to get up for a while.

At this moment, someone picked Jack up behind his back, and the boy looked back, a man who wrapped himself tightly. Looks like those scavengers or homeless people in the garbage dump, but the smell of this man is very clean, there is no smell of sweat or other things.

"Thank you, sir." Jack said.

The man’s voice came from under the drooping brim: "Do you want to take back your own things?"

"Can you help me? Sir, that's great." Jack said happily.

"No, I won't help you grab it. If you want to get your own things, you have to fight for it yourself."

Jack said frustratedly: "I can't grab them, they have too many people."

"You can, but you need a weapon." The man's hand turned out of the cloak, a pistol in his palm. The metal shell of the pistol reflects the shiny light in the sun, and it can be seen that it is well maintained.

Jack's eyes lit up, and the man said, "Do you know how to shoot?"

The boy nodded, and the man put the pistol into Jack's arms: "Then it is yours."

Jack laughed, his smile looked dangerous, he put a pistol behind his waistband, and then chased after a warehouse in the town where the children often stay. Not long after, gunshots and children's screams rang out from the town. The man laughed: "The surface is still the same, violent and dirty, even a hairy boy dared 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 sun. Even though he wears dark glasses on his face, if he appears on Babylon, I am afraid that anyone can recognize him.

Because he is the President of the Federation, but here 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.