Chapter 843: Candlelight (two-in-one super large chapter please vote for me)
Chapter 844 Candlelight (two-in-one super large chapter please vote for me)
"Wright, you can't kill me!"
Under the wind and snow on the streets of Novett District, standing among the ruins of buildings, Lutz, who was covered in darkness, covered the wound on his chest and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a ferocious expression, "My mercenary group is the Rockville Consortium.
As a non-staff member, if you kill me, you will offend the Rockville Consortium. The background of this old consortium is beyond your imagination."
"Um,"
Wright twirled the dagger in his hand and looked at Lutz in front of him. His clothes had long been torn and his body was covered with wounds. "Your mercenary group does not have the qualifications of a federally licensed mercenary group, right? You are
People from Rockville Energy Group,"
He paused for a moment, with a smile on his face, "In other words, Rockville Energy Group privately raised more than one mercenary group without permission, and also allowed this mercenary group to collude with the cult to enter the largest city in the northwest, Rockville Energy
What does the group want to do? Conspiracy to subvert the Federation?"
Lutz's originally threatening and ferocious face suddenly froze after hearing these words, "Don't talk nonsense, I never said this."
Then he seemed to have thought of something, and slowly raised his hand, raised the sickle in his hand above his head, and knelt on the ground, "I surrender, and I am willing to accept federal trial."
Wright looked at him, holding the dagger in his hand and moving forward cautiously.
But almost at the moment he took a step forward, Lutz, who was kneeling on the ground, exerted force on his knees like a toad. In an instant, he popped out like a cannonball, and the sickle gouged Wright's neck.
While he was flying, the whole world seemed to suddenly dim. Even the falling snow in the sky lost its crystal color. Countless figures similar to his were rushing toward Wright from all directions.
Wright held the sword behind his back and raised his head to glance at the countless phantoms that were approaching quickly.
The next second, his figure gradually faded and disappeared, as if he had been exiled from this world, completely disappearing on the street.
Lutz, who was in the air, stared fixedly at the direction in which Wright disappeared. He realized something was wrong and retrieved the scythe in front of him, as if he wanted to stop immediately, but it was already too late at this moment.
An illusory dagger instantly pierced his neck, and an invisible figure slowly appeared in his field of vision.
It was Wright.
Lutz's eyes widened and he opened his mouth, blood overflowing from his mouth.
His body stopped in mid-air and finally fell to his knees on the ground.
Wright drew out his dagger, and Lutz's figure tilted and fell forward.
The surrounding dim space regained color at this moment.
Wright raised the dagger and flicked it with his fingers, knocking the blood off the sword. Then he put the dagger back into its scabbard and stood next to the silent corpse.
The falling white snow is like petals at a funeral, falling as the night falls.
boom--
A Hell Apostle mecha fell from the sky, then the hatch opened, and a tall young man wearing a flying back jumped out of the mecha and landed next to Wright.
He lowered his head and looked at Lutz who was lying on the ground.
"Don't get too close. The dead high-level transcendent may contain unknown contamination. Just let a few unmanned machines come over to collect the corpse."
Wright on the side reminded him softly.
"good,"
The tall young man raised the walkie-talkie in his hand and quickly sent an order. Then he turned around and looked at Wright, "Isn't this guy Class B? He died like this? Mayor, you are quite powerful."
"His talent sequence should be talent sequence 193: King of Thieves. It is not a combat talent sequence. The individual combat effectiveness is actually not strong, so I asked you to find a way to divide his tribe and isolate him from the beginning.
"The reason why he was able to win so smoothly was because of the targeted arrangement, and this guy was also a little overconfident and had no idea of his abilities."
Wright lowered his head, looked at Lutz's body on the ground, and said slowly, "But he is indeed a qualified soldier. Although his methods were very ruthless, he still fought until the last moment even though he knew that the situation was over."
"I see,"
The tall young man nodded, and then he looked at Wright with some confusion, "Mayor, how come you know so much about his talent sequence."
"Killed when I was young,"
Wright nodded, "Put his body away. Let's look for someone on the black market. Maybe we can extract the talent sequence from his body and make it into a secret medicine. If he is promoted normally, he should be able to cure the entire body."
The talent sequences of the pathways are all extracted."
At this moment, the unmanned machinery has arrived, and under the operation of some armored soldiers, it has begun to collect the bodies on the ground.
"so,"
The tall young man looked at the soldiers in action, "Is it possible that I can become a B-class transcendent?"
"You can not,"
Wright glanced at him and shook his head, "This kind of talent sequence will affect your xinxing, and you can't control it."
"ah?"
The tall young man was stunned, "Who can do that?"
Wright was also stunned when he asked this question. Subconsciously, he said directly, "Your brother Nell can do it. If that kid controls this talent sequence, I may not be the one alive now."
At this point, he seemed to realize something was wrong, shook his head, looked at the tall young man, and continued, "Your brother should be able to do it too."
"OK,"
The tall young man nodded, not feeling depressed, "Then I'd better drive my precious mecha."
Then he lowered his head and glanced at the wounds on Wright's body, "Speaking of which, your injuries seem a bit serious? Do you want to call a doctor?"
"Just a minor injury,"
Wright glanced at the soldiers around him, shook his head, and then turned his head in the slightly admiring eyes of the soldiers and looked at the tall young man, "Are the top brass of the Lutz Mercenary Group under control?"
"Some have surrendered, and some are still resisting,"
The tall young man nodded, "According to Nell's previous instructions, I asked them to try to stay alive."
"Well, their testimony is important,"
Wright slowly turned around, facing away from the surrounding soldiers.
The tall young man also turned around.
Wright put his arm around the tall young man's shoulders and walked toward the corner.
The two of them looked like they had a good relationship from behind, as if they were arm in arm.
"What's going on with you?"
The tall young man who was directly in front, reaching out to support Wright, lowered his voice, glanced at Wright's ferocious face, which was constantly gasping for air, and whispered, "Isn't it okay? Why do you look so uncomfortable, and why didn't you just say it directly?
.”
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Wright glanced at the tall young man and looked into those clear and sincere eyes. After a brief pause, he said, "I am the mayor of Rock City. In other cities now, image is very important."
"ah?"
The tall young man glanced at him, "What do you mean?"
This time, after a short silence, Wright slowly spoke, "Handsomeness comes first."
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Winter City Mayor's Mansion·Underground Computer Room
"How about it?"
Lena looked around at the various electronic devices that were densely packed in front of her.
"Just a moment,"
Wei Li let go of her hand on the computer interface, glanced at the mobile device plugged into the interface, and then looked at the holographic projection that kept popping up pop-up windows in front of her, "Iroh said that this external device has a function that can crack the firewall.
The smart plug-in should be cracked now."
She turned back and looked at Lena, "Has the entire area been cleaned?"
"Um,"
Lena nodded,
"The surface of the Mayor's Mansion has been completely controlled by us, and our people are still searching the underground space.
"However, the Eternal Secret Priests hiding in the mayor's palace have been controlled by us. Some of them are even members of the city cabinet. Endil's penetration of the city government exceeds our imagination."
"According to what these priests said, those members of the city cabinet who came from United Industries and opposed Endil were basically eliminated by Endil. Now there is basically no one alive except for the Eternal Secret Cult in the entire city cabinet."
At this point, her expression changed slightly and she whispered, "But if he wants to summon the Eternal Divine Kingdom to 'sacrifice' the entire city, there is no need to kill these city cabinet members? Or should I say, these cabinet members
Has anyone discovered his conspiracy? Or are there any voices against him?"
"have no idea,"
Willy shook her head slightly, and the image of the white-haired old man and Vincent's lifeless body in the coffin at the top of the United Industrial Building flashed through her mind.
Her eyes were lowered, "Judging from the current situation, Endil will remove everything that stands in his way. Maybe these people are 'hindering' him in some ways."
"Um."
Lena realized that she had brought up a topic that was not easy to mention, so she nodded lightly and said no more.
'Ding--'
At this time, a crisp sound sounded.
"alright?"
Lena looked up at the holographic projection screen in front of her, "Is the firewall here so weak? I thought it would take a while."
"Let me see."
Willy lowered her head and quickly started operating in front of the screen.
Lines of file names appeared in front of the blond girl, and countless classified information unfolded in the girl's field of vision.
There was a slight noise from the running machinery, echoing in the silent machine room.
Time passed by, and Lena stood beside the girl, protecting her safety.
After who knows how long, maybe an hour, maybe two hours, the girl finally stopped.
Her expression was silent and she slowly stood up straight.
"How about it?"
Lena looked at her.
"Here is a collection of all the information on the Eternal Esoteric Cult,"
Under the illumination of the flowing machinery, the girl slowly spoke, "Including how they lure people to sacrifice, how they maintain the operation of the organization, and also include the names and base information of the persons in charge of all their strongholds in the thirty-seven cities of the entire federation.
"
"Thirty-seven cities? Does the Eternal Secret Cult cover such a wide area?"
Lena opened her mouth subconsciously, "There are only more than a hundred cities in the Federation, which is already more than a quarter of the Federation's area. They have only developed for more than 20 years?"
She suddenly understood why the Eternal Secret Cult was so ridiculously powerful.
"The theories they promote are indeed deceptive to a certain extent, and the organizational structure is also very advanced, but more importantly,"
Willy said softly, "Rockwell Energy Group helped us in this,"
She raised her hand and clicked on a map, "Most of the cities where the Eternal Secret Cult exists are coastal cities in the northwest, and some cities in the southwest. These cities have more or less the shadow of Rockville Energy Group. Among them are
Many are mining cities.
"The Eternal Secret Cult helps the Rockwell Energy Group control the people at the bottom locally, and provides the Rockwell Energy Group with blessing pendants produced by the Eternal Divine Kingdom. This pendant can ensure the safety of sailors on stormy seas to a certain extent, but the mortality rate is still
It is very high, but it is enough for Rockville Energy Group to force the mining ship to leave the safe sea and enter the Storm Sea for mining.
"However, due to the strict organizational structure of the Eternal Secret Cult, these things are operated in secret and have not been exposed."
"No wonder Rockville Energy Group and Eternal Esoteric Cult have such a strong partnership,"
Lena sighed softly, "So Vincent from United Industries was kept in the dark, and his death was indeed not unjust."
"yes,"
Willy's eyes fell on the screen in front of her, "There are also a lot of inside stories about the cooperation between United Industries, Eternal Secret Cult, and Rockville Energy Group.
"Almost all the information since the establishment of the Eternal Esoteric Cult is here."
"So much information? Endir hid all the information here?"
Lena was stunned, "But that's right, he has absolute confidence in his strength. If he wins, no one will be able to enter here. If he loses, there is no point in protecting this information."
"Um."
Willy nodded slightly, then reached out and clicked on a document on the home page.
This information describes in detail the entire process of the Eternal Secret Cult’s assassination of ‘Skoon’.
The cause was that Scone discovered that Endil had taken away the oil paintings from the library and discovered that Endil secretly established the Eternal Secret Cult. So he had a big fight with his friends and threatened them to stop this crazy thing.
Otherwise, he will make all this information public and send his friends to jail.
So a few days after the quarrel, Endir sent Skone to death first.
The narrative text of this document is very simple and straightforward, and the content is only one page, placed separately from other information documents.
It's as if the person who wrote this document deliberately placed it in a conspicuous place, leaving it to himself and future generations to see.
Willy raised her hand and closed the document.
But all this eventually passed.
"Willie,"
Lena, who was standing behind her, suddenly spoke. She raised her bracelet and looked at the girl,
"Just now the people from Rock City took control of the city council. On the council side, the remaining members are all members of the Eternal Secret Cult, including the speaker. The speaker has been killed in the resistance. According to previous news, the members of the major districts
The person in charge basically died in this incident."
She opened her mouth and said slowly, "The people who were originally loyal to United Industries have been killed, and the people of the Eternal Secret Cult are either dead or captured. The city government is now probably completely paralyzed."
Hearing this, Willie was also confused. She asked tentatively, "Isn't there no centrist?"
"Judging from the intelligence, the centrists have long been killed by United Industries and the Eternal Secret Cult."
Lena was also a little confused.
"In accordance with the Constitution of the City of Winter,"
At this time, Willie suddenly remembered something, "In this case, a temporary mayoral election must be held immediately, and then a cabinet must be formed to restart the government and continue Endil's unfinished term. Friends in Rock City cannot always be here.
Help us maintain order."
"But in the mayoral election, who do we look for to elect the mayor?"
Lena was also confused.
"I will be eighteen the day after tomorrow, and my status should be able to attract a certain amount of votes, but according to the laws of Winter City, only residents of Winter City who have lived in Winter City for at least 30 years can run for mayor,"
Willy's brain was working rapidly, and she looked at Lena, "So we need to find at least one person from Winter City who is over thirty years old."
"I'm twenty-nine,"
Lena said quickly, "Besides, I have no competitiveness at all, and I don't want to be in politics. I have too much black material on my back. If Rockville Energy Group digs out anything, it will be a negative point."
“Then where can we find a suitable candidate for mayor?”
Willie was a little confused, "And the candidate must be consistent with us and not exceed our plans."
"If it were little Iroh, who would he choose?"
Lena muttered in a low voice, "Did this guy also make some arrangements? Where is the reclusive old guy, and does this guy Iroh also know him? Wait,"
She looked at Willie, "Isn't your uncle who opened the crematorium just a reclusive old guy?"
"It's a funeral home,"
Willy corrected in a low voice, and then she paused,
"Uncle Jacko, he was originally one of the foursome. If he came to elect the mayor, he should be elected. I can run with him as a partner and increase my exposure.
"But I don't know if I can convince him, he has completely given up on these things since my father died.
"Although he looks easy to talk to, he is actually very stubborn."
"Try it,"
Lena looked up at her, "Now that the network is restored, give him a call."
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Old Jack Funeral Home
The howling cold wind blew against the cold glass door, and scattered snowflakes fell on the narrow corridor in front of the glass door.
Milk tea is boiling on the electric stove, and a long-lasting speech is playing on the bright TV.
The old man was lying on a swaying bamboo chair, squinting his eyes slightly, as if he was taking a nap.
There seemed to be whistling gunshots, chaotic shouts, and faint undulating explosions coming from outside the window.
But none of this seemed to affect the silence in this simple funeral parlor.
The broad bamboo chair swayed slowly, as if this tranquility would extend into the eternal future until death.
Bang bang bang—
A crisp knock on the door slowly came from the closed glass door, breaking the cozy silence.
The old man slowly opened his eyes, sat up from the bamboo chair, picked up the coat next to him, put it on his body, and walked to the door.
"Is it Mr. Jacko?"
A woman who looked like a single mother appeared in his field of vision. She stood in front of the door, looked at Jacko who opened the door, and handed over an envelope, "Here is a letter from you."
"letter?"
The old man took the envelope with some confusion.
There is no writing on the envelope, so I don’t know who it came from.
When the old man raised his head again, the woman who delivered the message had disappeared into the snow.
The old man slowly raised his hand and opened the envelope.
Inside the envelope was a postcard that appeared to be electronically hand-drawn and then printed.
In this postcard, a candle is placed in the middle of the table.
In the most conspicuous position of the candlelight, the young Scone was giving a speech. In the shadow of the candlelight, the equally young Endir was rebutting. Vincent sat in the shadow between the two.
And the equally young man was sitting far away from the three people, with the faint candlelight shining on his cheeks and his rough hands taking notes.
It seemed to be the same as the painting he had seen before, but it seemed different.
He slowly turned over the postcard and looked behind it.
A line of somewhat childish words was written on the back of the white postcard,
[We may not be on the right path, but our flame can still light up the next person.]
He turned the postcard over and looked at the candle in the center of the postcard.
At this moment, his bracelet vibrated, he raised his hand and answered the phone.
"Uncle Jacko, are you there?"
The girl's childish greeting came over there, and then she quickly introduced everything to the old man without waiting for his response.
Finally, she said carefully, "Uncle Jacko, we hope you can run for mayor."
The silent hall fell into an eerie silence again, with only the faint boiling sound coming from the boiling milk tea.
The bright light shines on the old man's mottled cheeks.
He raised his head, looked at the TV that was playing Endil's speech, and reached out to turn off the TV.
There was a gentle breathing sound on the other end of the phone, as if the girl was preparing to tentatively repeat the inquiry.
At this moment, the old man slowly said, "I am old and don't want to participate in these things anymore."
The voice on the phone went silent.
The old man's eyes returned to the candlelight of the postcard in his hand. He turned over the postcard and looked at the immature notes.
"But one little guy convinced me."
Even in the darkness, a withered candle can still light up a faint light and illuminate the way for those who come after.
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Chenxi City
"The city council midterm elections will be held at the end of this month. Mayor Christos's governing coalition has established some strong supporters after measures such as health care reform and food reform, but from a broader perspective, their
The campaign situation is still not very optimistic.”
In the studio, the host looked at the camera with a smile,
“Especially because they have not received the support of major financial groups, the campaign funding they received is much lower than that of their competitors, which means a large loss of exposure, which is very detrimental to the junior members of the ruling coalition.
"According to an internal information, a considerable number of lawmakers want to leave the ruling coalition in exchange for sufficient campaign funds.
"The opponents' fierce offensive and internal defections have made the ruling coalition's hope of victory slim.
“If Christos and his coalition lose the city council in this midterm election and suffer a huge defeat, then it will become increasingly difficult for them to do anything they want to do.
"This means that all policies implemented by Cristos in the second half of his term may be constrained, making their already difficult governing situation even worse."
"looking at what?"
The office door was slowly pushed open, and Christos, wearing a silver suit, walked in.
"Look at the midterm elections,"
The man with a silver ponytail sitting on the sofa looked up at Christos, "It seems like they are planning to make us lose the city council completely."
"It would be unreasonable for them to think otherwise,"
Christos raised a hard drive in his hand and said, "Let's take a look at this."
"This is?"
The ponytailed man looked at the hard drive in confusion.
"This is something from an old friend, from Winter City,"
Christos replied slowly, "He seems to know that we are not having a good time now."
