"The Ferguson Brothers of the 'Grim Reaper', and the 'Iron Armor Soul Envoy' Sandiana...... The crown prince is also really hard, the price of these people is not cheap, but considering their skills and origins, it is also worth the money. ”

Stasi's comparison flashed past him, his fingers holding his cane habitually tapping at the rhythm.

Those are all first-class masters, and the starting price is thousands of angstros, like this mission, I am afraid that there will be an additional amount of money, but compared to the benefits of successful operations, this is just a small amount of money. Presumably, the crown prince is excited for the first stage of the battle, right?

-- Well done.

Not praise or sarcasm, Li Lin made the most appropriate evaluation.

The crown prince had already done more damage to Charlemagne than several armoured divisions, enough to be awarded the Knight's Cross, but he himself knew nothing about it, and he did not even apply for a report, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the great cause of digging Charlemagne's corner. I have to say, this is really selfless.

Putting aside the Crown Prince's sacrifice and dedication, his mind withdrew from the circuit of thought, and his gaze was burning in his gaze.

"How much are you hiding?"

Roland lowered his voice, and only he and Li Lin could hear the voice full of anger that was about to boil.

"There is nothing to hide. ”

Bearing the gaze of the purple pupils, the doppelganger said in a tone that was no different from the deity:

"I've explained everything on the train, and listed all the possibilities, and now it's the worst of them all, do you think it's a cover-up?"

Gloria and Venia are still being treated by the flower mantis. The intruder seems to have used a very powerful hypnotic technique to make them fall into a deep sleep, and their memories are blurry when they wake up, so in order not to leave sequelae, they are being treated comprehensively and meticulously.

The insect killers also suffered some injuries, leaving 10 corpses behind at the expense of the other party, but they still failed to prevent the enemy from taking Prince Shire away, and I have to say that this time the opponent is really strong.

――It seems so.

However, this inference is too unassailable, too reasonable, and seems unnatural.

Crisis Moment.

This is what Li Lin said, danger and opportunity always accompany each other. Just make good use of it. Danger can also be turned into a profitable node.

Li Lin may not have lied, but he must have concealed some of the information and subtly induced the situation to change, and the crown prince did not realize that he was dancing according to the script written by Li Lin. Most of them are thinking they have a plan. Stupidly happy - just like believing that Li Lin is truly protective of Prince Shire.

Come to think of this. Roland is very popular.

"I know you don't like the crown prince, and judging by the current situation, getting him out of office is in line with most people's expectations. But do you have to make it like this?"

"First, I have no personal vendetta with the crown prince, and even if there is, it is a unilateral matter over there. Second, don't think of me as too omnipotent, this time I was really put on a role by him, which is really embarrassing. ”

Li Lin shrugged his shoulders and winked at Roland.

"I always thought you'd look forward to when I made a mistake. ”

Li Lin is smart, wise, and never makes mistakes, and always will be - Roland and many others have such an uncomfortable thought in their heads, which means that no one has a chance to surpass him, and all kinds of things have proven this for a long time.

Now seems like the perfect opportunity to overturn this assertion: Li Lin still makes mistakes, and he is quite strict.

He is complicating an already complex situation.

The crown prince kidnapped and killed his young brother!

Once this terrifying news spreads, it is enough to cause a major earthquake in Charlemagne's political arena. In the past, there was a rebellion led by the crown leader, and then there was the murder of his brother, and the prestige of his military exploits was overshadowed by these two major crimes, and even if the crown prince led an expeditionary force to take St. Petersburg, it could not save his political life. At that time, except for an armed coup d'état, the crown prince will not have any chance to claim the throne, as for whether His Royal Highness Louis's gun is hard enough to help him grab the throne...... Titans and the navy, who were supported by the consortium and the vast majority of the nobility, said: "We all dream of settling accounts with the army bastards, as long as the military salaries and guns and ammunition are enough, it is not too difficult to wash the crown prince and send him to the guillotine."

In such circumstances, the crown prince would be the greatest fool in the world if he dared to fight the idea of the fourth prince, and the crown prince Louis was arrogant, but not stupid - anyone who thought this way was slapped in the face by the crown prince.

Not only did he kidnap Prince Charles, but he also prepared to blame Albion for Charles' death, and it was Li Lin's "negligence" that caused this state of affairs.

This is a great opportunity to shatter the myth that "Li Lin can't make mistakes", but Roland is not in the mood to delve into this.

Political conspiracy, secret diplomacy, unlucky witnesses, the fourth prince who was killed, the crown prince who plotted behind his back, and the president of the consortium who made a mistake due to overconfidence...... All the keywords put together are enough to write a wonderful detective novel, but reality is not fiction, and reality is by no means as bizarre as fiction.

It is not possible for someone to write a script that has only this kind of process.

Roland's brow furrowed.

The situation was really bad, and if the crown prince decided to gamble regardless of his chances, he would have won by simply leaving Prince Shire's body outside the tent of secret negotiations. Albion could not and did not dare to make the matter public or organize an investigation, the truth would be hidden forever under the shadows, and with the support of foreign powers, the crown prince would create more chaos, trouble, and disaster, and eventually turn into a full-scale showdown between the three camps - a large-scale vendetta with no winners.

Roland couldn't accept such an outcome, which could have been avoided, but because of an "oversight", he ended up getting everyone involved, which made him sick.

To make matters worse, he couldn't take action to avoid causing chaos right now, let alone let Minerva know about it, and God knows how she'd react when she heard the news.

"You're really in big trouble this time. ”

Roland emphasized again, subconsciously wanting to cover his forehead.

"Then get rid of it. ”

There was no hesitation in answering. As if talking about a trivial matter.

"Don't forget, we already had a plan in place for this, and in half an hour, the B2 program will be launched. ”

"Don't go wrong. ”

"Trust your guardian more, I'm not famous for letting the main characters hang up and say that I am a director of the healing department, there is no need to be like a depressed audience, thinking about forming a group to send blades and forming a group to talk about life. ”

"Yes, I believe it, just like I believe that the heroine died three times, and the male protagonist was headshot by the second male number at the end of the first season. He also said that the dead believed in the same thing as the director who had nothing to do with him. As a result, the whole person is not good. ”

Sighing softly, Roland puffed up his chest and followed closely behind Minerva, his amethyst-like pupils faintly seeing the spectacular sight of the Iron Fist rocket volley.

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The soldiers were motionless, like sculptures.

Dedicated guards are almost all such "living sculptures". Hours of immobility in a boring post. Until someone comes to change the guard. The soldiers in front of the hut seemed to do the same, but a closer look revealed that the men's eyes were cloudy.

It's not desertion. Rather, it's an empty hole that doesn't have any focus, and doesn't react even if someone stands in front of them, while steady breathing shows that they're alive.

Behind the soldiers who were obviously wrong was the storehouse for storing gunpowder, which was lined up with horses and sandbags, and a considerable number of soldiers, who, like their comrades at the door, were faithful to their posts, their eyes empty and cloudy.

Walk through these strange soldiers, enter the hut, and search closely, and one will find a flap disguised as a floor in an inconspicuous corner, and a secret passage underneath it, and a stunning view of the inside will be revealed as you descend the steps into the ground.

In the center of the underground space the size of a church chapel, a huge brazier swayed, the smoke of which cooled down through carefully laid pipes and discharged in the distance, and dozens of intertwined naked bodies of men and women cast long shadows on the walls in the vermilion light.

It's not obscene, it's truly magnificent.

Completely ignoring his surroundings, blindly focusing on his own actions, sweat and other secretions mixed with the smell of burning marijuana leaves, breathing dizzying air, the man's lower body repeatedly pumping back and forth in the woman's pussy.

They are copulating, they are coping, they are screaming and screaming obscene gasps without hesitation.

That's all, it's not a big deal.

Although this behavior deviates from the mainstream of society, perhaps their sexual concepts and orientations are different from ordinary people, perhaps their hometown customs are so open and bold, or maybe it is a unique pleasure resonance. In short, there are people who like this kind of shameless thing in the eyes of the public.

However, this one is different.

It's not the same as spontaneous behavior.

“...... Ahhhh......h Uh-huh...... Uh-huh...... Ah......h

"Oh...... Oh ah...... Uh-woo...... Ahhh......h

The entangled body, the sweat and saliva spilling from the carcass, seem to never stop the waist movement.

"Again...... Still...... Ahhhh......h Uh-huh......"

"Force...... Thorough...... Go deeper...... Oh ah......"

Knock knock knock.

All of them...... All in the same way.

With the same movements, the same positions, and the same frequency, everyone swayed to the rhythm of the drum around the campfire, and gasped to the beat of the drum.

It is no longer a combination of men and women, it is not even a breeding of domestic animals, it is the same as assembling products on the assembly line of a factory, and it is an inhuman landscape that completely suppresses human ethics, morality, and wisdom.

That's—

"Hehehe, let's inseminate well, get pregnant well. ”

Sitting on a raised platform across the campfire, a woman spoke happily with her chin propped up.

"Increase the number of 'soldiers' as much as you can, my lovely children. ”

An innocent smile appeared on the childish face, there was nothing to cover the plump flesh, and there were men kneeling at the feet of this flesh that had been pushed down and had no words, and the men licked the slender soles of their feet in an orderly manner with a look of fascination.

Didi――

A buzz sounded, and the woman took a soft sip and pressed the button on the right-hand side, and the face of the scorpion was projected into the air.

"I'm still so incomprehensible, always stirring up trouble at the head of others. ”

"I didn't like to come here either.,To be honest.,I also want to forget about jì work.,Join your 'Papapapai duì'.,But the order from above.,It's a direct order from that adult.,Transfer to Project B2.。 ”

"I know, I'm almost stirring up here, it's time to prepare for the finale. ”

With a slight stomp of the foot, the men and women in copulation immediately stopped moving, without any tidying up and resting, and the men and women bowed to the woman half-kneeling in unison.

Passing through the kneeling queue and taking the garment from a "soldier", the woman, the "marching ant", puffed up her melon-like breasts, crossed her waist, and spoke in a voice like a real queen.

"Let the crown prince see what a truly powerful army is. ”

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"Good day, Earl. ”

"Good day, Your Royal Highness the Duke. ”

Removing his hood, Count Vladimir Nikolayevich Ramsdorf, plenipotentiary negotiator of the United Rus' Duchy, smiled politely and diplomatically at the Duke of Wellington.

As a highly educated aristocratic diplomat, Count Ramsdorf was a well-educated man who was good at hiding his negative emotions and was always polite to outsiders, but his companions, Admiral Brusilov and Admiral Makarov, could not compete with his opponents in the same way as he did.

They and their men wore a steel face, saluted, gave their names, sat down in their seats, closed their eyes, and threw the embarrassed diplomat to the Albians.

The awkwardness of the Principality's soldiers was not only on their faces, but also on their bodies, with the Count of Ramsdorf and the civilian officials of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs wearing clean and crisp formal dresses, while the seven Principality officers, including the two generals, wore unironed, crumpled uniforms and dull, dirty boots. Obviously, as soldiers, especially those of the Principality who did not believe that they had been defeated by the enemy on the battlefield, they were extremely reluctant to attend the "end-of-war negotiations". It was completely forced by the Tsar's harshly worded edict and Charlemagne's "stab in the back" that he had to come, so he used this way to express his dissatisfaction.

In fact, the soldiers of Albion also thought the same way, and within the army, such things as "talking about peace with our enemies while the front-line soldiers are still fighting bloody battles is a shameless betrayal, a stab in the back!", "If we stop fighting, how will we meet the warriors of the kingdom who are charging with guns and bayonets, and what will the souls of those who have long slept in the North Sea think of us?...... And so on and so forth. With the direct intervention of Her Majesty the Queen, the noise in the army subsided, and the Duke of Wellington, the Duke of Marlborough, and Lord Drake, who participated in the negotiations, did not show any dissatisfaction. However, the principality delegates noted that the soldiers of Albion did not wear any medals, and the knights' chests were bare.

The two reluctant groups of soldiers created a tense atmosphere from the beginning, and the diplomats who had been left aside could only continue to greet each other without turning a blind eye, and none of them dared to remind or criticize the generals' attitude.

They can't do that, not because it's humiliating, not because the savage big guys can put them down with a single punch, but here's the point: the officers are the unobtainable players in today's negotiations, and if they are provoked, the negotiations will be over.

That would be a complete disaster for both countries. (To be continued......)