Chapter 800: Mayor Endil (please vote for the big chapter)
Chapter 801 Mayor Endil (please vote for the big chapter)
"Have you received a reply from the leader?"
In the abandoned factory building, as the morning sun shines through the windows onto the tattered cement floor, a brown-haired man with a muscular body and a bandage on his chest turns to look at the bald man with a bandage on his arm next to him.
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"No,"
The bald man shook his head, "The leader may have gone to the wilderness again. As you know, there is no signal in the wilderness."
As he spoke, he paused, glanced at the 'companions' around him who were all more or less injured, and said softly,
"Actually, you don't have to worry too much. You have followed the leader for so long and you know that the leader is an enlightened person.
"And our plan this time was discussed by you and those others, and approved by the leader. Although you were the only one who survived in the end, it doesn't mean it was your fault.
"Last night was obviously a long-prepared attack by the heretics. They formed an alliance with United Industries, which we didn't expect. This city is their home base, and their own strength is much stronger than ours.
"
Having said this, he glanced at the bandage on the brown-haired man's chest.
"And we saw your fight with those bastard heretics last night. Many brothers escaped because of your cover. You also suffered a lot of injuries. Your injuries are all meritorious. Leader him
Old people can see it."
"I know,"
The brown-haired man looked at the sky outside the window, "But I don't know why, I always have some bad premonitions in my heart,"
He turned back and looked at the bald man, "Actually, my main concern is not with the leader, but with the heretics."
"Although those heretics are powerful now,"
The bald man immediately answered, "But they have distorted the doctrine of eternal light, and sooner or later they will be punished by God."
"That's inevitable,"
The brown-haired man nodded and glanced at the wounded around him, "But before the final divine punishment comes, we must first preserve enough vitality."
"Yes Yes."
The bald man chuckled, knowing that his "show of loyalty" just now was a bit inappropriate.
"and,"
The brown-haired man turned back and looked at the bald man, "Don't you think it's a little unreasonable that those heretics can find us every time? I'm afraid their control over this city is not that strong?"
He looked down, examining the middle-aged man.
"Sir, you have to believe me! I am loyal to the church!"
The bald man reacted immediately and said quickly.
"I didn't doubt you,"
The brown-haired man shook his head and glanced up at all the members in the room, "But we can't rule out the possibility that those heretics have arranged spies among us."
He turned his head and looked out the window again, "Let's make arrangements and rest for another hour before we leave here. If they still find it this time..."
Boom···Boom···Boom···
Before the man finished speaking, the rusty old iron door slowly trembled, and a gentle knock on the door suddenly sounded in the silent hall.
"grown ups!"
The bald man's whole body froze instantly.
"alert···"
The brown-haired man glanced at the door with some doubts, then immediately raised his hand to signal everyone to be on guard. Rays of golden light lit up his skin, outlining fine lines.
He walked quickly to the iron gate, and then motioned to the wounded man closest to the iron gate to get up and open the door.
The wounded man hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up, put his hand on the iron door bolt, took a deep breath, and opened the iron door.
An old man wearing a brown-brown jacket, with all kinds of strange small commodities hanging all over his body, with a dark complexion and a silver-grey beard, who looked like a wilderness wanderer merchant, appeared in the sight of the wounded man.
He was stunned for a moment, and was about to scold this wilderness wanderer, but the next second, a cry of surprise rang out from behind his ears, frightening him into a cold sweat.
"Leader! Why are you here?"
The brown-haired man widened his eyes slightly and looked at the old man outside the door in surprise.
"Why, I can't come?"
The old man with slightly tanned skin in the wilderness showed a peaceful smile, and then he walked past the trembling and pale-faced wounded man with a smile, and looked at the brown-haired man, "Is it possible that there is something else here?
Something you shouldn’t know?”
"No no,"
The brown-haired man shook his head, as if he didn't know how to organize his words. He paused for a moment before saying, "I thought you were still in the wilderness, and I haven't contacted you before."
"My bracelet is out of battery,"
After the old man entered the hall, he glanced at the wounded sitting on the ground and asked, "Your situation seems not to be good now?"
"That group of heretics hid a lot of strength and also united with the large consortium that controlled the city. We were caught off guard, so..."
The brown-haired man explained slowly.
While they were talking, the two of them had already reached the middle of the hall.
"It's okay. Victory and defeat are normal things. Those heretics have been operating here for many years and are powerful. We are weak, so we won't be ashamed if we lose."
The old man shook his head and turned to look at the brown-haired man, "I didn't come here today to scold you for losing the battle. I came here only for two things."
The brown-haired man was stunned and immediately said, "Say."
"First,"
The old man continued to walk forward, his voice calm, "Do you know the clues about the so-called 'Kingdom of God' by those heretics?"
"Not even close,"
The brown-haired man replied, "As I reported to you before, we were originally planning to go up and retrieve the wooden sign last night, but something seemed to have happened. The main church of the heretics collapsed last night, and the church inside also collapsed.
Disappeared."
"Where's the stuff?"
The old man asked calmly.
"None of our people came out,"
The brown-haired man hesitated for a moment and replied carefully, "It seems that the heretics have not been able to come out of the church inside..."
"The radiant corona also fell inside?"
The old man continued to ask.
"Yes,"
The brown-haired man nodded nervously, "Those of us who survived were all operating in the outer church. No one knows what happened in the inner church of those heretics last night. The radiant corona may have been completely lost inside."
"Accidents are normal. You don't have to worry. There is no perfect plan in this world."
The old man looked at the brown-haired man, comforted him, and then asked, "Then, second question,"
He looked calm and stood in front of the brown-haired man like a majestic statue.
"Why did you betray the church?"
The entire hall fell silent at this moment, so quiet that one could hear the rapid breathing of the bald man who had been following behind.
"What are you talking about?"
The brown-haired man had a shocked expression on his face. His chest was rising and falling as he stared at the old man. His voice was slightly raised and he said with some uncontrollable anger,
"I have shed blood and sweat for the church. If you feel that I have not done well, you can punish me, expel me, or even sentence me to death. I accept the punishment, but you want to accuse me of being a 'traitor'. I'm sorry.
I can not accept."
"So that Rockaway guy is not as good at hiding as you are,"
The old man rubbed his brows helplessly, and sighed, "My child, I picked you up with my own hands, and I don't want to believe this is true."
He stared at the brown-haired man, "So, what did those heretics say to you that made you willing to be so loyal to them? Betray the belief in eternal light?"
After a brief pause, the brown-haired man lowered his head. He seemed to realize that the old man had made up his mind. At this moment, the argument was useless. His rising and falling chest gradually became calmer, and he said slowly,
"I have not betrayed the eternal light. I have always followed the footsteps of the eternal light. You are a person with firm beliefs. You will not understand the ideals of the Holy Father!"
"Is it."
The old man's voice gradually became darker.
At this moment, fine lines of light covered the brown-haired man's body, and a terrifying power extended from his body. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the old man's throat with one claw.
"Leader, be careful!"
The bald man yelled.
But the moment his voice roared out, a ray of orange light had already gathered in the old man's left eye. The light instantly covered the old man's eyes, and carved an inverted triangle with a closed eye on the old man's light brown pupil.
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At the moment when the light shone in the old man's eyes, the lines on the brown-haired man's body disappeared as if they were wiped out of thin air, and his power also disappeared rapidly.
The next second, spears formed by countless golden lights appeared behind the old man, and the spears passed through the brown-haired man's body like streams of light.
By the time the bald man finished speaking, the brown-haired man had completely transformed into a hedgehog with golden spears, and countless orange-colored blood flowed down the wounds pierced by the golden spears.
The brown-haired man raised his head and stared at the old man in front of him. His eyes widened and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The old man raised his hand gently, and those golden spears instantly shattered and turned into scattered light, reintegrating into the old man's body.
The brown-haired man's riddled body staggered and fell in front of the old man's expressionless face.
"leader?"
The bald man walked over carefully and looked at the old man.
"You did a good job this time."
The old man nodded slightly, "After this happens, you will be in charge of the churches in the northwest."
"yes!"
The bald man nodded excitedly.
Buzz——
At this moment, there was a slight vibration sound on the old man's body. He rummaged around and found a brand new bracelet.
Then he glanced at the text on the bracelet, raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed a slightly surprised expression on his face.
"Leader, what's the matter?"
The bald man looked at the old man's expression, hesitated, and asked carefully.
When the old man faced the brown-haired man's betrayal, he never showed such an unexpected expression.
The old man glanced at the man in front of him, his face returned to the peaceful smile he had when he first entered the door, and he replied in a gentle tone, "A little girl who was supposed to die just sent me a message,"
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funeral parlor
He Ao stared at the two bodies placed on the morgue in front of him, his eyes slightly dull.
"You are here,"
A gentle voice came from behind, and Willie, who was holding a kettle, stood beside He Ao, "Where is Miss Lena?"
"Leaving, she is going to seize the time to collect some extraordinary materials."
He Ao's eyes recovered slightly and he said slowly.
At this time, Weili also saw the two bodies in front of her. She paused for a moment, said nothing, and just stood quietly next to He Ao.
After a while, He Ao came back to his senses and looked at the kettle in her hand, "Is your milk tea ready?"
"Um,"
Willy nodded slightly and raised the kettle in her hand, "Would you like to try my craftsmanship?"
"Let's go."
He Ao turned around and walked towards the outside of the morgue.
Willy followed beside him.
Before leaving the morgue, Willy glanced at Ho.
After a brief silence, the young boy nodded slightly.
So Willie reached out and pressed the two cremation buttons corresponding to the positions of Ilo's parents' corpses.
The dark little robot drove out from the depths of the morgue, and the open morgue door slowly closed behind He Ao.
The cold air brushed against the boy's cheeks, and the two returned to the living room at the entrance of the funeral home.
Willy reached out and took out a cup from the cabinet next to her, poured a cup of milk tea and handed it to He Ao.
"Thanks."
The hot smoke dissipated a little of the coldness. He Ao reached out to take the milk tea, took a sip, and then his eyes widened slightly.
"How's it going? Does it taste good?"
Willy looked at He Ao with a smile, "Uncle Jacko said my cooking tastes much better than his."
"Well enough,"
He Ao smacked his lips and sat on the sofa in front of the fire. The scene of the founding of United Industries was still playing on the TV. "Speaking of which, why didn't I see old Jacko today?"
"What do you mean by 'okay'? I am at a professional level,"
Willie also took a cup and poured herself a cup of milk tea, "This funeral parlor only opens in the afternoon. Uncle Jacko usually only comes in the afternoon, but I know all the procedures of the funeral parlor, so it doesn't matter whether he comes or not."
"Speaking of it,"
He Ao looked at the young Mayor Endil who was giving a speech on TV, "You should also know Mayor Endil?"
"of course,"
Willie took a sip of milk tea. For her, politicians and conglomerate figures who usually only appeared on TV were her daily contacts.
"Uncle Endil and my father were close friends. He helped me a lot after my father's death. He contributed a lot to my ability to successfully inherit my father's inheritance."
"I feel like the way he acts now seems to be somewhat different from what he did back then."
He Ao compared the young mayor who gave an impassioned speech on TV with the old mayor in Ilo's mind who had white hair and seemed to be disputing.
Endir has always been the mayor of Winter City. He has always been supported by the citizens of Winter, and United Industries seems to have no intention of replacing him.
"How should I put it? Maybe it has something to do with the death of my parents,"
Willy sighed softly,
"Actually, during the period when my father retired from the position of chairman of the board of directors of United Industries, that is, during my childhood, Uncle Endil often came to the house as a guest and often discussed with my father all night long.
"At that time, Uncle Endil seemed to want his father to regain control of United Industries and made a lot of efforts. My father often gave speeches for him until my parents were assassinated."
Willy's tone paused and her voice became slightly lower,
"That night, Uncle Endil's hair turned gray overnight. Since then, he has not taken any radical measures, nor has he tried to change the minds of the United Industries Board of Directors."
"It sounds like he knows the 'truth' behind your parents' death?"
He Ao took a sip of milk tea and asked softly.
It's a bit stuck. The next update will be tomorrow at noon or afternoon.
