Chapter 289: Blame the Trouble (Three Watches)
Changing into a dressing gown, Dorome walked briskly into the living room, where a man with dyed green hair was fiddling with a jade carving placed on a cabinet. Dorom snorted and said, "Gore, put down what you have in your hands." Those are all works of art, and if you break one, it won't be enough to sell you. β
"Yes, yes, who made me a rough man, only suitable for some murderous work." Gore turned, a pale face and scavenging vulture-like eyes looking up and down at Dorome, staring at the mayor in discomfort.
Dorome avoided Gore's gaze by turning around to pour the wine, and the man behind him smiled grimly.
"What happened to Sam?"
"The Predators are under attack." Gore replied with his hands on his back, and then turned to an oil painting, and with his hands he picked at the paint on it: "You asked me to make sure Mr. Sam was thorough, and when I arrived, I found some cars." Hey, there's some interesting patterns on the car. β
"What pattern?" Dorome poured a glass and tried to hand it to Gore so that his damn hand wouldn't have time to touch the jade carvings or paintings.
"Black Hawk. Bethcord's ground assault team, one of the squads seems to have brought the steel hammer to their end. Gore said with a smile.
The glass fell to the ground and shattered.
Dorome's fat trembled, and he rushed over and grabbed Gore by the collar and said, "You say Bethcord? The big family in Babylon? How did their commandos get involved with the steel hammer. β
"I don't know, dear Mr. Dorome." Gore took Dorom's fat hand away in disgust, straightened his collar and said, "I was going to wait for them to leave and go to the mountains to see what was going on." I didn't expect Mr. Busa and the Black Hawk people to come out, and looking like that, Busa should have confessed to you. So I ......."
He put a finger to his head and whispered, "Bah! β
Dorome's face was very ugly, and he immediately went to the door of the living room, called the butler, and said, "Immediately inform Sheriff Worca, and let him leave the Busa family in prison!" β
"Yes, sir." The butler hurried down.
Dorome walked back.
Gore looked at him with interest and said, "Mr. Mayor, I'm afraid that if you get rid of Busa, Beskode's people should bring the news back, and it won't help." β
"Then why didn't you kill them then!" Dorome said angrily: "I hired you Sand Snake to ensure that the plan is not disturbed, what is the use of you only killing Busa, you should kill everyone who knows!" Let their bones be buried forever in that unknown ravine! β
Gore's eyes turned cold, but he said with a smile: "First, there were two other than Busa at that time, and those two were at least level 15 or so. I'm only level 17, so it seems a bit reluctant for me to go one-to-two; Second, you weren't the one who hired me, Mr. Dorome. So remember, don't talk to me in that tone next time, I think that lord doesn't mind changing the mayor of Langor. You know, you've been in this position long enough. β
Dorome seemed to remember something, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He wiped it and said, "You go down first, I'll look for you again if I need to." β
"Please don't forget my pay." Gore said with an exaggerated bow to Dorom.
Dorom said in a deep voice: "I will ask the butler to transfer the money to your account, and there will be no loss of money!" β
"You're so generous."
Watching Gore leave humming a ditty, Dorome forced himself to calm down, pondering how to deal with the situation. It is foreseeable that if Busa confesses the plan he knows, even if he has made a few preparations, the plan will be bankrupt. If you use it again, you will undoubtedly give it to yourself. He wasn't stupid enough to do it, and the only thing he could do was to cut a few unknowable threads at once.
In this case, even if there is Busa's side, there is no definite evidence, and there is nothing to be done about him. What's more, he is no longer a federal official, but a senator of Libertygate. With this identity as a disguise, it is more or less convenient to act.
He hurriedly opened his brain, entered a set of encrypted instructions, and made contact with a secret number a moment later. On the other side of the brain, a person who has undergone a software voice change: "What's the matter?" β
"My lord, things have changed." Dorom said.
Alan returned to Babylon three days later.
As soon as he returned to the castle, he went to see Horn and told him in detail about the conspiracy between the mayor of Langer and the predators. Horn listened, nodded and said, "I'll take care of this matter." β
This was expected by Allen.
When he was about to leave, Horn stopped him: "Allen, I have already asked people to arrange the application for the hunting group, and the qualification review should come down in a few days." You can pick some guards in your clan or find someone in the mercenary market. When the time comes, the list will have to be given to me first. Furthermore, think carefully about the name and logo of the hunting group, which must be reported and registered with the Authority. β
"Also, I heard that those boys from the William family are coming back soon."
Alan said unexpectedly: "Leon? So fast? β
Horn nodded, "Something seems to be wrong." β
Alan remembered what he had said that night in the twilight of the city, and his heart sank.
In the afternoon, Horn quietly left the castle and paid a secret visit to Alstair. When he came to the Chancellor's mansion, the housekeeper led Horn directly to the outdoor pool, Horn has a special identity and has been friends with Alste for a long time, so naturally there is no need to wait.
Alste was swimming in the pool, floating on the surface like a salmon, his hands and feet pulling the surface of the water, allowing himself to swim forward with difficulty. Horn laughed and said, "It's too late to think about losing weight now." β
Hearing Horn's voice, Alstai scolded: "Old thing, why don't you stay in your study in Ugal Castle, why did you come to me." Did you come to enjoy my wonderful swimming style? β
"For the sake of old friends, Alstair, get out of here. I have news for you, after all, this is the internal affairs of your Federation, and it doesn't seem appropriate for me to meddle. β
Alste heard that Horn was not joking, and left the pool. Naturally, a servant brought a towel, and he wrapped around the servant and asked, "What's wrong?" β
"Remember Alan, right?"
"That unforgettable little guy, how could I forget jì."
Horn nodded: "He just came back from the surface, and according to the news he brought back, someone wanted to assassinate President Mobile." β
Alste was taken aback.
"Let's go to my study."
In the minister's study, Alste, who had changed into clothes, asked in a deep voice: "What is the specific situation?" β
"The mayor of Langor, Dorom, is in concert with the Predators to attack the city next month, but in essence for some big man. Of course, Ellen's kid didn't get much information. But you should know what's going to happen in Langor next month? Horn stared at the Chancellor.
"Of course I know that Your Excellency Mobile is going to hold a secret negotiation with the Gate of Freedom, which is located in Langer City in the Seventh District. In other words, their target is Mr. President. But there's only one predator ......"
"Yes, it's just a predator tribe that doesn't have a climate at all. It just so happened that the predator clan that gave Eren was the murderer who attacked Lannie's town back then. In order to track down their information, my black lord has closely followed the changes and movements of the armed groups on the surface for the past two years. At the time of the submission of information about the predators, the report also pointed out in passing that there were more than a dozen armed groups that had been moving around recently, and without exception, they were all moving closer to Lang Ge City. β
Horn tapped his fingers lightly on the table and said, "It seems that these veiled vicious dogs have finally come in handy." Thinking of the sudden establishment of the Gate of Freedom, don't you think that this bureau has been premeditated for a long time? β
"Even so, it would be ridiculous to say that these armed groups want to assassinate His Excellency the President. At that time, General Fendi will protect the president's safety, he is one of the four generals, and I don't need to say what his strength is, you also know. And even if it is His Excellency Mobile himself, how can ordinary people hurt him? Alste said, his expression thoughtful: "In this case, what is the point of assassination. Unless they're naΓ―ve, or ......"
He suddenly thought of something, his body shook, and he looked at Horn.
Horn smiled and nodded.
Alste shouted: "Blame! They didn't have to kill Mr. President at all, as long as they did something like this, and the incident happened in the control zone of the Gate of Freedom. In such a situation, the Freedom Gate is not at all connected, and they want to pour dirty water on the Freedom Gate? β
"I'm afraid that's it, the ultimate goal is to make the Federation and the Gate of Freedom incompatible. Finally, a full-scale war! Horn said.
Alste calmed down instead: "I know, I can arrange the whole game to this stage, and it has not been noticed by us. If it weren't for your little Allen's mistake, we would have been kept in the dark. The mastermind behind that was certainly not a mere surface mayor, but someone who held a high position in both the Federation and the Liberty Gate. Only such a person can use his hands and feet at certain joints, intercept information or confuse the public, no wonder you say that this is the internal affairs of our Federation, hey. β
"I didn't say anything, it's the speculation of His Excellency the Minister." Horn stood up and said with a smile: "The news has arrived, I'm afraid you'll be very busy next, so I won't bother." Leave. β
Alste smiled fatly: "You cunning old thing. Rest assured, I will remind Lord Morbit that the Federation owes you a favor to Bethcord. β
"Then I will trouble Lord Alste to choose a planet with reasonable resources for my little Alan. That little guy is ready for an expedition. β
"I remember." Alsteha said.
(Is there wood, is there wood?) οΌR1058