Chapter 923: The Fragile Gambler (please vote for the big chapter)
"Rescued?"
Standing under the big umbrella in the garden, some tall and tall old people stretched out their hands to touch the raindrops outside.
"Yes,"
The middle-aged officer nodded slightly, his words filled with some disbelief.
"To be precise, it was the mayor who saved the first mecha team.
"He first eliminated Lieka's mecha by himself, and then discovered the disguised high-energy guided missile before the mecha team. He also gave the mecha team a hint and asked them to adjust the muzzle. Without that hint, first
The mecha squad was probably wiped out."
"Then they intercepted the guided missile?"
The old man took back his hand, looked at the middle-aged officer beside him, and asked hoarsely.
"Judging from the report of the mecha team, there were some twists and turns in the whole process. The speed of the guided missile seemed to be higher than the normal data, which caused the Seraph mecha's automatic auxiliary aiming to be unable to keep up with the missile at a longer distance.
speed, so theoretically, even if they detect the missile in advance, there will definitely be casualties,"
Having said this, the middle-aged officer paused, "But the mayor himself is safe at this time. As long as he uses the mecha team as a shield, he can escape smoothly."
"But he didn't do that?"
The old man raised his head and looked through the night towards the dark city in the distance.
"Yes,"
The middle-aged officer's tone increased slightly, "He himself flew an aerial fighter plane as a decoy, changed the direction of the missile through several high-maneuvering operations, and created a suitable attack opportunity for the mecha team. He also determined the positioning data himself, so that
The mecha team was able to predict the attack and finally intercepted those missiles at the critical moment."
"Like something he would do,"
The old man nodded slightly, then seemed to realize something, and asked with a little doubt, "You said he piloted the aerial fighter himself?"
"Yes,"
When the middle-aged man said this, his whole tone was filled with disbelief.
"At first, the mecha team thought it was his guard captain who was controlling the floating fighter plane, but later they found out that he had been controlling it all along.
"Honestly, judging from the report sent back by the mecha team, there is probably no one in the entire Nancheng city defense force who can match this kind of floating fighter control technology.
"Judging from his familiarity with mecha control, he is probably a very skilled mecha pilot himself."
"Um?"
At this moment, a look of surprise appeared on Covey's old cheeks. Finally, he sighed slowly, "It doesn't sound like a civil official, but more like a brave and resourceful warrior."
"Yes, your choice is right,"
The middle-aged army also sighed in agreement, "When I didn't have contact with the mayor before, I thought he was a little indecisive. Now it seems that we are one-sided. If what happened today is reported back to the city defense army, I'm afraid there will be a lot of gains."
Supporters, I think he is becoming more and more heroic now."
"Didn't you tell me privately half an hour ago that you think the mayor is still a bit unreliable? You said that his courage to come to Nancheng tonight may be temporary, and we need to observe it again."
A slight smile appeared on Covey's old face and he glanced at the middle-aged officer.
"cough,"
The middle-aged officer coughed lightly and said, "Didn't I observe this? Please stop teasing me."
Having said this, he paused slightly and asked in a low voice, "Do we need to keep the First Mecha Team secret about what happened tonight? If the mayor's reputation in the city defense army is too high, will he treat us badly?"
Will subsequent decisions be affected?”
"Need not,"
Covey glanced at the rain curtain outside the umbrella, looked at the dark city outside the rain curtain, and slowly shook his head, "Since we are cooperating, we must show our sincerity. The wind and rain will rise, and vacillation will lead to disaster."
The middle-aged officer looked at the rain curtain in front of him and seemed a little confused, but he still nodded solemnly, "Yes."
"Has the First Mecha Team sent an invitation to the mayor?"
Covey did not continue on this topic, but slowly asked.
"He declined our invitation,"
The middle-aged officer whispered, "He seems to want to go back to the mayor's palace."
"Um."
Covey responded softly, his eyebrows lowered, thoughtfully.
"General, why is he so persistent in wanting to go back? We are obviously safer here."
The middle-aged officer hesitated and asked in a low voice.
"If he really hides here with us, then he is not who he is,"
Covey smiled and shook his head and said with a slight sigh.
"With the current situation, wouldn't it be dangerous for the mayor to return to the mayor's mansion now?"
The middle-aged officer asked in a low voice.
"Why do you think he came to our place tonight?"
Covey glanced back at the middle-aged officer.
"To ease our relations and prevent us from launching a coup?"
The middle-aged officer was stunned.
"This is on the premise that we have no coup and have détente,"
Covey asked, "What if we are completely on the opposite side of him? What if he can't ease up with us? Why doesn't he go north to find Scott compared to us who seem to be in danger?"
"ah?"
The middle-aged officer was stunned.
"Because the mayor's palace is in the south,"
Covey raised his gaze and looked forward, "From the very beginning, he planned to return to the Mayor's Mansion.
"The more chaotic the situation, the more he will stand at the center of the storm and tell everyone that he is there and has always been there. This will give his supporters great confidence."
"Most of the mayor's office should still be controlled by him, otherwise he wouldn't have been assassinated today."
Covey's turbid gaze passed through the raindrops in front of him, "As long as no one launches a mutiny, he is still safe in the mayor's palace.
"As long as he is alive and as long as the city council's impeachment of him has not succeeded, he will still be the mayor of Ilan and the nominal supreme ruler of the entire Ilan.
"What he wants is not just to survive the immediate crisis, but to continue the reforms he has left unfinished,
"So he must stabilize Nancheng's city defense force. As long as Nancheng is stable, his mayor's office will be stable.
"Then he can rely on the support of Nancheng's army and the mayor's legal authority to start the next showdown with the consortium."
"Come this far,"
The middle-aged Jun was slightly stunned and said with emotion, "He is still thinking about further competing with the consortium?"
Then he paused slightly and seemed to realize something, "Can he really succeed? Do we really have to put all the chips on him? Although he showed such strong personal ability today, but his personal
The impact of power on the situation..."
Although he personally admires and admires the mayor's personal abilities, when he makes a decision, he must also consider the situation of the entire Nancheng City Defense Force and the situation of the entire city.
"After making a choice, don't be half-hearted,"
Covey looked back at him and said, "He returned to the Mayor's Mansion calmly tonight to show his trust in us."
"yes."
The middle-aged officer looked at the old man's calm expression and lowered his head.
Covey looked back at the middle-aged man's expression. He didn't explain too much, but said slowly,
"We should also take some actions to show our attitude,"
Then he paused for a moment, as if he was thinking. After a moment, he said slowly, "Send a reconnaissance team to the vicinity of the Mayor's Mansion to provide peripheral intelligence support for the Mayor's Mansion."
Then he looked at the middle-aged officer, "Is the First Mecha Team still with him?"
When Covey mentioned this, a trace of embarrassment flashed across the middle-aged officer's face. He coughed lightly and said slowly, "The First Mecha Team sent me a message saying that if there is a need, they hope to stay with Mr. Mayor.
By my side, I will serve as the mayor’s bodyguard for the time being.”
"This old guy kidnapped my most elite mecha team in one trip, right?"
When Covey heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed dumbly, "Call back the first mecha team and promise them to temporarily serve as Mayor Linn's bodyguards and follow Mayor Linn's instructions.
"Let them do their best to protect the mayor's safety.
"Send the second mecha team to station at the east gate closest to the mayor's palace."
Then he withdrew his gaze and looked at the rain curtain, his voice calm and clear, "Go ahead, don't relax, this is also a battlefield."
"yes!"
The middle-aged officer suddenly tensed up, nodded heavily, and gave Covey a military salute.
Then he turned around and walked out of the umbrella, walked through the pattering raindrops outside, walked into the side corridor, and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Covey was still staring at the pattering rain. He turned his gaze, took a step forward, left the big umbrella that blocked the rain, and walked to the edge of the garden.
He lowered his head slightly and stared at the dark and silent city under the night.
The wind at night seemed to be getting stronger gradually, blowing across the old man's old cheeks, blowing the huge and cold raindrops, swaying in the night sky.
As the night gets darker, the rain in the sky seems to become more and more intense. Dark clouds cover the sky, and even the faint starlight is completely covered up.
Standing in the swaying wind and rain, the old man slowly took out a metal cigarette case from his pocket and poured out a cigarette with a silver-gray filter tip.
He put the cigarette in his mouth, took out a box of pitch-black matches from his pocket, and took out one of the few matches inside.
When the red match head rubbed against the brown-black red phosphorus paper, a bright flame burned in the darkness.
The old man put the flame to his mouth and lit the cigarette. As dots of flames lit up the cigarette, his eyes focused on the flame that lit the cigarette.
He stretched out the weak flame into the darkness of ignorance.
He seemed to illuminate a bright light, but seemed to illuminate nothing.
The wind and rain blew the fragile fire, as if it was about to be extinguished at any time.
Standing in the darkness of history, everyone is a fragile gambler. They don't know whether the path they have chosen is really the right one, and they don't know whether their own flame can really burn a fire field.
Perhaps when the storm comes, their bodies will be torn apart by the violent darkness.
The weak match in the rain was still burning. Looking from above, the swaying flame seemed to blend into the dark city in the rain.
——
St. Ilan District Mayor's Palace
Eight huge Seraph mechas were suspended in the air, forming a narrow 'air corridor' above the stretching palace-like buildings.
Directly below this corridor is a wide garden square composed of pure white flowers and green grass.
The flying fighter plane, which was shaking violently and full of cracks, descended from the sky and stopped at the center of the garden square. The swaying pure white flowers rippled in the wind, as if welcoming the return of the owner of the palace.
As the aerial fighter plane came to a complete stop, the mayor's guard members who had been waiting here immediately launched a metal ladder with wheels.
At the outskirts of this vast garden square, reporters who had been waiting here were blocked by the mayor's guards one by one. They immediately raised their cameras and pointed them at the hatch of the aerial fighter plane.
In addition to these reporters, there were also some citizens with smart bracelets and simple clothes surrounding the garden, sticking their long heads out, as if they wanted to get a closer look at the status of the floating fighter jets.
Click—
With a soft sound, the hatch of the aerial fighter suddenly opened, and an old man wearing a gray formal suit, holding a delicate brass cane, tall and tall, and with a calm face walked out of the aerial fighter.
He raised his head, glanced at the reporters and citizens holding cameras in the distance, raised the brass cane in his hand, and greeted them with a smile.
Then, amid bursts of flashing lights that flickered like stars, he withdrew his gaze and walked down the metal stairs.
A member of the mayor's guard next to him opened a black umbrella over his head to shield him from the raindrops in the sky.
He glanced at the mayor's guard in black, stretched out his hand, and took the black umbrella himself.
With a calm gait and a calm demeanor, he was meticulously dressed in a crisp gray formal suit. Accompanied by the mayor's guards, he walked step by step towards the gate of the mayor's palace.
The eight towering Seraph mechas in the sky bowed slightly, covering the scattered rain curtains. The gushing tail flames evaporated the raindrops into clouds. The long shadows of the mechas were dragged on the white jasmine flowers, and on the old man's body.
A grand road was paved in front.
At the end of the road, the door of the Mayor's Mansion suddenly opened. The old man with a calm gait stepped on this grand road and walked step by step into the door of the Mayor's Mansion.
The night was so silent, leaving only the crisp electronic sound of the shutter clicking and the murmurs of joy or confusion from the surrounding citizens.
As the old man completely walked through the door, the mayor's guards surrounding him withdrew from their positions and returned to their posts in front of the garden.
A member of the mayor's guard walked into the aerial fighter plane and drove it out of the garden in front of the mayor's palace.
Pure white jasmine flowers swayed in the night, with crystal raindrops falling on their jade petals.
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squeak——
As the door of the Mayor's Mansion was completely closed, He Ao put away his umbrella and looked towards the bright hall ahead.
The vast majority of cities in the Federation implement the official residence system. The mayor is the highest administrative officer of the entire city. The mayor's residence is not only the place where the mayor lives, but also where the mayor and the city cabinet work. It is the administrative center of the entire city.
But it was evening now, and most of the city cabinet officials had gone home from work. Apart from the members of the mayor's guard, there were only a few people in the entire hall. These were Lynn's 'personal staff'.
The leader was a middle-aged woman with blond hair. She looked at He Ao and walked over quickly, "All the news has been released according to your arrangement. There are many reporters who want to know more clearly. We need to convene
Press conference or live speech?”
"Not urgent,"
He Ao looked at the blond woman in front of him. This woman was Lin En's chief of staff and one of Lin En's right-hand assistants. He shook his head and handed the umbrella to the mayor's guard member next to him, "Let it dry overnight."
"still have a question,"
The blond woman looked at He Ao, "The deputy mayor called."
