Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1300: Fake Death

It was night, and the starlight was dim. Clouds that came from nowhere obscured the light of the stars and the moon, casting a shadow over the floating island of Babylon. As a result of federal paramilitary control, at night, many important places or streets. Places like Dawn Square and Goldwing Avenue were sealed off by the military and were strictly forbidden from passing through. Therefore, from the sky, this floating city was no longer as dazzling as before. It looked a little bleak and oppressive.

Under the dark night, an ordinary flying car stopped in front of the house. This was a suburb of Babylon, with three-story buildings. In Babylon, house prices are inch by inch, especially the more central the city, the more expensive they are. Someone calculated that with Goldwing Avenue as the starting point, every ten meters further into the city center, the house price would rise by about 50%.

Therefore, suburban buildings with small gardens were cheap and loved by the commoners.

Just like this house, its owner is an accountant who has just applied to come to Babylon. Judging from the property audit he submitted, such a house was already the limit of his ability. However, this was only superficial information from the Federal Land Department's archives. In fact, it was a secret property belonging to a certain family.

Roddy got out of the seemingly ordinary flying car. He wore a long black coat and a hat. If it weren't for a closer look, it would be difficult to associate such a person with the head of the Beskard family. The reason for that was because both the flying car and the clothes on his body looked ordinary and plain, which was 108,000 kilometers away from Roddy's identity.

Roddy walked to the door and knocked on it.

He heaved a sigh of relief when the door opened. He was so afraid that what he saw today was just an illusion, but when Anna opened the door, he knew that everything was true. Anna took his coat and Roddy walked into the living room. There was a beautiful piano music playing in the living room. Horn stood by the window and looked out with his back to him.

Seemingly aware of Roddy's arrival, Horn sighed softly, "I thought I could always see clearly, but I didn't see the truth until I used the name of death to make Horn disappear from the sight of those people."

"Father." "Where have you been since you disappeared?" Roddy asked.

"I've been to many places." Horn turned around with a smile on his face, "How was it today?"

"It's not going well" Roddy smiled bitterly. "After the news of my attack spread, the meeting with the heads of the family was cancelled. However, I still met with Mr. Wallace of the William family and talked about it in depth."

"Oh, then what's his opinion?"

Roddy nodded. "Mr. Warraus said we need to prepare for the worst. Throughout Babylon, there are not many people who can bring people from Nelm out of the Federation's ears. They can be counted with almost five fingers. There is no one more suspicious than our President, the guy who is pretending to be Mobius."

"You already knew he was a fake?"

"When the interstellar front was attacked a few days ago, Windsor Belo took the risk of searching the president's residence on suspicion of having an alien relationship with him," Roddy said. Unexpectedly, there was no evidence of collusion with the people of Nelm, but he discovered that he was indeed like the news spread by the Light Hidden Club. This president was an imposter. "That's why we know the truth. And today, the various Patriarchs are meeting to discuss how to make good use of the evidence we have."

"I have also considered making it public before. Considering the current situation in the Federation, publicity may not necessarily be beneficial to the Federation, but it will be beneficial to us. But what happened today, it was clear that the impostor was already in a hurry. Moreover, it was the people from Nelm who attacked, pointing to the fact that he had information with the aliens. Thinking back to the previous frontline incident, Mr. Wallace and I agreed. This matter cannot be delayed any longer, and it cannot be expected to end peacefully. "We've already decided to publish this evidence tomorrow. Otherwise, if we delay it any longer, I'm afraid that bastard will sell the entire planet!"

"You did the right thing," Horn nodded.

Roddy said apologetically, "Sorry, Father, I should have told you "

"No, Roddy. Now that you're the Patriarch of Beskard, you should be able to make this decision. As for me, I'm already the previous Patriarch." Horn chuckled and said solemnly, "Before the Iron Prison incident, I had quite a lot of suspicions about the president." It was Alstair who informed me of Allen's capture, or I would have been in the dark. And with my knowledge of Mobius, the secret imprisonment of Alan was clearly not his style. But at that time, I was only suspicious, but there was no solid evidence. When I decided to rescue Alan, I intended to take this opportunity to completely fade out of the public eye. "

"Only when Horn is dead will I be able to move."

Roddy said cheerfully, "I knew how a Fendi and a guy who came out of nowhere could keep you, Father."

Horn shook his head and said, "Fendi is fine, but that alien is not simple. If I want to decide life and death, I only have a fifty percent chance." However, borrowing death to escape was another matter. At that time, I deliberately destroyed the Iron Prison's magic furnace to create a big explosion. "But it took a lot of effort to get out. Fortunately, Mirren had already prepared the work ahead of time, so it went smoothly."

"Mirren?" "He knows you're alive?" Roddy was stunned.

Then, he slapped his thigh and said, "That bastard is the one who told us you were dead and even showed us that video "

Horn smiled and said, "I told him to do that. In fact, Mirren met me when he came to Earth. We decided on the details of the whole plan together and I'm sorry for lying to you. But if I didn't lie to you, how could I lie to someone else who wanted to?"

"Anyway, I did a lot of research and gradually found some clues about the fake president, including his real identity, the fact that he drove the people of Nelm to attack and kill all the members of the Hidden Society, and a small town where the people of Nelm were hiding." Horn snapped his fingers, and Anna walked over and handed him a storage device. He handed it over to Roddy and said, "All the evidence has been stored here. You can announce it tomorrow. In this way, the counterfeit can't be denied."

"Don't worry, Father. After tomorrow, he'll be a mouse exposed to the sun!" Roddy took the storage device and clenched it tightly.

It was also the same night, because of military control, even the usually bustling Black Street was now completely dark. An army was stationed at the entrance of Black Street, sealing off the entire Black Street. However, Black Street had operated for so many years, so how could there be only this entrance on the surface? Hence, there were still people coming and going in Black Street, but it was not as flashy as before.

Alan also used a secret entrance to enter Black Street. He seemed to be very familiar with this place. After passing through the streets, he stopped in front of a small shop. The store was only a front. There was a warehouse and a shooting range inside. That was where the real big business was. However, there were almost no customers in the shop today. Only one or two customers bought some bullets and did not leave.

Alan drilled into the shop, and the old man who looked at the shop seemed to have not seen him, allowing him to drill into the back of the shop. There was an alley behind the shop, and the end of the alley was the warehouse. There were a few wooden boxes piled up at the entrance of the warehouse, and three men were sitting on them playing cards. Seeing Alan, one of them raised his head and said, "Open the door." The man jumped to the door and hit the button. The door of the warehouse rose like this. Alan bent down and went in. He saw a figure in the depths of the warehouse.

Andos was sitting on the ground, with a woman dressed in revealing clothes lying on each of his thighs. He was looking up and drinking wine. Judging from the pile of empty wine bottles beside him, this fellow drank quite a bit. At least Alan could smell the alcohol from afar. Alan made a gesture and the two women hurriedly left. After they left, Alan said in a deep voice, "What happened to you? If you can't kill Roddy, you'll expose yourself!"

His voice was clearly suppressing his anger. Previously, Andos had started a massacre in another warehouse. Alan could even secretly'dispose of 'traces of him. But this time, he didn't kill Roddy and left behind the corpses of other Nelm people. Even Alan couldn't suppress the growing public opinion outside. It could be said that Andos was in big trouble this time, which was not in line with Alan's original plan.

Andos put down the bottle, hiccupped, and lazily said, "What does it matter? Find out when someone finds out. Besides, it's not what I thought. I could have almost killed that brat."

"But Roddy is still alive!"

"Someone interfered."

"Impossible." Alan shook his head and said, "Those rich clan masters who were capable of stopping you were far away from the attack site. There was no time to lend a helping hand. As for Castle Ugarte, there was only Bell. But at that time, Bell should have left for the surface."

"Who knows? Anyway, the other party is definitely a prick." Andos briefly described the golden screen that had repeatedly knocked him back, saying, "In short, it was your intelligence mistake. You didn't tell me that the other party had such a strong backup. If I had known that there was such a character, I wouldn't have agreed to do this job. Look, I even had a few experts. How would you settle this debt?"

Alan frowned and quickly read through the information of several experts in Babylon. He discovered that none of them had the ability or combat skill that Andos described. It wasn't until he thought of an impossible person that he shouted, "Could it be him? But that's impossible. He's already dead unless "

"He's not dead? From the beginning, the information was wrong?"