Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 288: Frame

Dorom, who was wearing a nightgown, quickly walked into the living room. In the living room, a man with dyed green hair was playing with the jade carvings on the cabinet. Dorom snorted, "Gore, put down the things in your hands. Those are all works of art. If you break one, it won't be enough to pay for it."

"Yes, yes, yes. Who told me to be a rough guy? It's only suitable for killing people." Gore turned around and stared at Dorom with a pale face and eyes like those of a scavenging vulture, causing the mayor to feel uncomfortable.

Dorom avoided Gore's gaze by turning around to pour the wine. The man behind him revealed a gloomy smile.

"What happened to Sam?"

"The predators are under attack." Gore answered absentmindedly. He put his hands behind his back and turned to an oil painting. He also used his hands to pick out the paint on the painting. "Tell me to make sure Mr. Sam is well. When I arrived, I found some cars. Hey, there are some interesting patterns on the cars."

"What pattern?" Dorom poured a cup and wanted to pass it to Gore so that his damn hand wouldn't have time to touch the jade carving or the oil painting.

"Black Eagle Bescord's ground assault squad. One of the squads seems to have taken the steel hammer and the others." Gore said with a smile.

The glass immediately fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Dorom's fat flesh trembled and he rushed over to grab Gore's collar and said, "You mean the big family of Bethcod Babylon? How did their commandos get involved with the steel hammer?"

"I don't know, my dear Mr. Dorom." Gore removed Dorom's fat hands in disgust and tidied up his collar. "I was going to wait for them to leave to see the situation in the mountains. I didn't expect Mr. Busa and the Black Hawks to come out. From the looks of it, Busa should have given you up. So I "

He pointed a finger at his head and whispered, "Peng!"

Dorom's expression was very ugly. He immediately went to the living room door and called the butler over. "Tell Sergeant Wolca immediately to throw the Busa family into prison!"

"Yes, sir." The butler hurried down.

Dorom walked back.

Gore looked at him with interest and said, "Mr. Mayor, I'm afraid that if we get rid of Busa, the people of Bescot should bring the news back. It won't help."

"Then why didn't you kill them!" '"I hired you Sandsnake to keep the plan undisturbed. What's the use of killing Busa? You should kill everyone who knows! Let their bones be buried in that unknown valley forever!" Dorom said angrily.

Gore's eyes turned cold, but he smiled and said, "First, there were two other people besides Busa at that time. Those two were at least Level 15 masters." I'm only at level 17, so it seems like I'm barely able to fight two against one. Second, you're not the one who hired me, Mr. Dorm. So remember, next time don't talk to me in that tone, I don't think the lord would mind changing the mayor of Longue. You must know that you have been sitting in this position for a long time. "

Dorom seemed to have thought of something, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He wiped his hands and said, "You can go down first. If you need me, I'll look for you again."

"Please don't forget my reward." Gore bowed exaggeratedly to Dorom.

"I'll have the butler transfer the money to your account," Dorom said in a low voice. "Not a penny less!"

"You're so generous."

Watching Gore leave with a humph, Dorom forced himself to calm down, thinking about how to deal with the current situation. It was foreseeable that if Busa gave up the plan he knew, even if he had made some preparations, that plan would be akin to bankruptcy. If he used it again, he would undoubtedly give himself up. The only thing he could do before he was foolish enough was to immediately cut off a few lines that no one knew about.

In this way, even if there was one side to Busa's words, there was no concrete evidence, so there was nothing he could do about Dorom. Moreover, he was no longer a federal official, but a senator from the Gate of Freedom. With this identity as a cover, it would be more or less convenient for him to act.

He quickly opened his brain and entered a set of encrypted instructions. A moment later, he contacted a secret number. On the other side of Zhi Nao, a voice-changed person said, "What is it?"

"Sir, the situation has changed." Said Dorom.

Alan returned to Babylon three days later.

Upon returning to the castle, he immediately went to see Horn and explained in detail the collusion between the mayor of Longue and the predators. Hearing that, Horn nodded and said, "Leave this matter to me."

This was what Alan had expected.

When he was about to leave, Horn stopped him and said, "Alan, I've already arranged for the application for the hunting squad. The qualification test should come down in a few days." At that time, you can choose some guards in the family, or go to the mercenary market to find some suitable people. When the time comes, you have to give me the list first. Also, think carefully about the names and symbols of the hunting squads. All of these should be reported together and submitted to the Bureau of Management for registration. "

"Also, I heard that the Williams are coming back soon."

"Leon? So fast?" Ellen asked in surprise.

"Something seems to have happened," Horn nodded.

Alan's heart sank when he recalled what he had said that night in Twilight Golden City.

That afternoon, Horn quietly left the castle and paid a secret visit to Alstair. When they arrived at the Chancellor's mansion, the butler brought Horn to the open-air pool. Horn's identity was special, and he had been close to Alstair for a long time, so there was naturally no need to wait.

Alstair was swimming freely in the pool, floating like a salmon, his hands and feet pulling the surface of the water, making it difficult for him to swim forward. Horn laughed and said, "It's too late to lose weight."

Hearing Horn's voice, Alstair scolded, "Old man, why did you come to me instead of staying in your study at Castle Ugarte? Did you come here to enjoy my wonderful swimming style?"

"For the sake of your old friend, Alstair, get out of here. I have something to tell you. After all, this is the internal affairs of your Federation. It doesn't seem appropriate for me to interfere."

Hearing that Horn was not joking, Alstair left the pool. Naturally, a servant brought a towel. He surrounded it and opened it. "What happened?" He asked.

"Do you still remember Alan?"

"How could I forget that unforgettable little fellow?"

Horn nodded. "He has just returned from the surface. According to the information he brought back, someone is trying to assassinate President Mobit."

Alstair was shocked.

"Let's go to my study."

In the minister's study, Alstair, who was dressed, asked in a deep voice, "What exactly is the situation?"

'"Longsong Mayor Dorom and the predators are conspiring to attack Longsong next month for the sake of some big shot. Of course, Alan didn't get much information. But you should know what will happen in Longsong next month." Horn stared at the minister.

"Of course I know that Sir Morbit is going to have a secret negotiation with the Gate of Freedom in Longsong, District 7. In other words, their target is Mr. President, but there is only one predator " said Alstair solemnly.

"Yes, just a group of predators can't do anything about it. Coincidentally, the predator that Alan had taken out was the one who attacked Lanny's small town that year. In order to track their information, my Black Owl has been keeping a close eye on the movements and movements of the armed groups on the surface for the past two years. When the predator's information was presented, the report also noted that there had been a dozen armed groups that had been moving frequently recently and, without exception, were moving closer to the city of Longue.

Horn tapped the table with his finger and said, "Looks like the time has finally come for these mongrel dogs to come in handy. Thinking back to the sudden establishment of the Gate of Freedom, don't you think this trap has been planned for a long time?"

"Even so, it would be ridiculous to say that these armed groups wanted to assassinate His Excellency the President. At that time, General Fendi will be the one to protect the President. He is one of the four generals. I don't need to say how strong he is. And even Sir Morbit himself, how can an ordinary person hurt him?" Said Alstair, with a thoughtful expression, "What's the point of assassinating them like this, unless they think too naively, or "

He suddenly thought of something and his body trembled as he looked at Horn.

Horn smiled and nodded.

'"Frame!" Cried Alstair. "They don't really have to kill Mr. President. They just have to do it and it's happening in the Gate of Freedom. In this situation, the Gate of Freedom has no connection at all. They want to throw dirty water on the Gate of Freedom?

"I'm afraid that's the case. The ultimate goal is to make the Federation and Freedom Gate incompatible with each other. In the end, an all-out war will break out!" Horn said seriously.

Instead, Alstair calmed down. "I know, to be able to set the whole game up to this point, without us noticing it." If your little Ellen hadn't accidentally hit him, we wouldn't have known. The mastermind behind this was definitely not a mere surface mayor, but someone who held a high position in both the Federation and the Gate of Freedom. Only such a person can make a move at certain joints, intercept information or confuse the public. No wonder you say that this is the internal affairs of our Federation, hey. "

"I didn't say anything. Everything is the Minister's guess." Horn stood up and smiled, "The news has arrived. I'm afraid you'll be busy next. I won't disturb you. Goodbye."

"You cunning old bastard. Don't worry, I'll remind Sir Mobbit that the Federation owes you Beth Cod a favor." Alstair smiled.

"Then I'll have to trouble Lord Alstair to choose a planet that has reasonable resources for our little Ellen. That little fellow is ready to go on an expedition."

"I'll remember." Alstair said.

(What about wood? What about wood?)