The person he was following also checked into the hotel. Cassia began to sense while he was resting, completely locking his movements in order to deal with emergencies. At the same time, taking advantage of the rare buffer time, Cassia tried to recall the contents of the book, such as
I directly recalled the autobiography in my head and read it several times again. I tried to extract the images in the book more perfectly and find the common ground with them, so that they can be better and more naturally integrated.
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But the current trouble is that there is no chance to get the suppressor tube and solid red mercury back. Fortunately, even in a high-standard restaurant, Cassia believes that the staff there will not check the ventilation pipes frequently. The suppressor tube and solid red mercury
The characteristics of red mercury also mean that it takes a long time for them to become ineffective after leaving the body of the surgeon. So worried about being put to an end here, the only thing Cassia needs to pay attention to is not to start the rejection reaction at will.
The next day, Cassia deliberately got up early, left the hotel at a little after seven o'clock, and went for a walk on the street. Just like an ordinary person's morning exercise, Cassia made a big circle around the hotel, buying several different newspapers along the way.
, choose a breakfast restaurant at random, eat and read the newspaper.
The pages that occupy the pages are all reports on the internal war. In recent times, it has become an active period for commentators, analysts, or observers who have cooperative relationships with newspapers and magazines. In order to attract attention, every newspaper
He chose different directions to express his opinions.
Among them, no one can clearly see the direction of the internal war. Perhaps it is the reason for the existence of the operation. This kind of war involving the national level has little to do with ordinary people. Cassia also feels that the people in small countries are actually
We should also get used to this frequent change of political power.
Someone in the newspaper also wrote about why wars continue to occur so frequently even though we know that we are all countries that exist between three large countries. The general meaning is to call on small countries to form an alliance and carry out equal exchanges in trade and technology.
In Cassia's opinion, this article seemed to be due to a layout problem. There happened to be a blank space in the newspaper that needed to be filled, so it was added.
Is this possible? Cassia occasionally thought about it while eating breakfast. It might be possible, but from his perspective, the conditions required are too stringent, and it is not a bad idea to say that the possibility of realization is infinitely close to zero.
As the default buffer zone between the three giant countries, if any party extends its hand too deeply, it will be attacked by the other two parties. And the buffer zone suddenly wants to stand on its own one day and get rid of this fate, let alone a group of people.
Cassia finds it difficult to see whether the opinions among the small countries will one day be unified, that is, they can move in the same direction. After doing this, they still need to face the military power of three giant countries, one of which can defeat them without mercy.
All obstacles are eliminated, so let alone three.
The only chance is probably when the Red Star comes, when the three giant countries are at war and cannot take care of these countries. This is the only time period that I can think of at the moment. But this is just a time period when there are opportunities to capture, there is no
When people devote themselves to this kind of thing, they can only always make assumptions.
It is undeniable that the small countries caught in the cracks are indeed a huge force. If they can unite together and have shrewd command and governance to resist any one of the four forces in the empire, Cassia will not doubt that they have this power.
I have thought that after the weapons production factory has completely established itself, Waters and the others will start to go deep into the power departments of some countries. The impact of the empire's model on Cassia is invisible, and the huge population base is terrible productivity.
From these quantities, infinite possibilities can be born. But it has always been an assumption. Cassia does not know where he should start if he wants to do this. So at present, he looks at the problem in the simplest direction.
Money, and necessary power. These two points can become the cornerstone and necessary conditions for future development.
At half past eight, Cassia returned to the hotel. The sound wave detected the room one step ahead. When she left, she made some small movements on the door. She also went to the hotel front desk to remind the staff not to clean it yet. There were signs of being opened, but inside the room
Nothing has changed, maybe I just went in and took a look and then left. There was nothing inside to investigate.
While reading the newspapers and magazines he brought back in the room, Cassia also pretended to take out a pen and paper to record the weapons and equipment transaction records. After one o'clock in the afternoon, he went to the restaurant where he was yesterday.
The woman named Tavel was already sitting in the restaurant at the same table by the window as yesterday. She only ordered a glass of juice, held her head in her hands and looked straight out of the window, thinking about something, with the corners of her mouth curling up or down.
After changing into a long dress, the style is completely different. But on the female Tavel, it still looks suitable and perfect, as if the designer of the clothes used her as a template to design it specially.
Several people around him did not follow today. The person who had been following Cassia also turned away when he approached the restaurant and quickly disappeared within the limit range of sound wave detection.
After taking a few breaths, Cassia calmed down her emotions, put a smile on her face, and entered the restaurant.
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Why she was called "Red Mango", Edmila Akaino has long forgotten.
"It seems to have nothing to do with me. It's just that the first leader of the organization called himself 'Primary Color'. To commemorate it, the names of subsequent decentralized powers were all colored."
Admila likes to think about these simple and non-impactful questions quietly when she is alone. At this time, a limousine drove over from the end of the street and slowly stopped beside her. Her reaction was half too slow.
After a beat, and after being stunned for a moment, the shadow of the limo appeared in Edmila's eyes.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, the driver was a strong man, dressed in the common clothing of the local driving business, and wearing sunglasses to prevent the afternoon sun from affecting his vision.
"Dear passengers, hello, where are you going?"
"Just hang around." Edmila's expression returned to seriousness, "There's no need to be so formal."
"They are all rats in the underground sewers. Once they are discovered, there are many people who want to catch us and interrogate us to death." The man replied, turning the steering wheel skillfully with both hands, driving onto the main road and blending into the traffic. "Now it's just
The empire has dispatched manpower, and soon the other two will have to come. There is no harm in practicing it in advance."
"Who leaked the news? Do you have any clues? It must be one of my own, but it's very troublesome not knowing who it is..." The man drawled his voice and looked at the slow-moving limo in front of him.
Honking the horn, "Research is now intermittent due to raw materials, and the supply forces are looking for various reasons to improve the exchange conditions. Sometimes I think, if they were not forces in those countries, that attitude would have been eliminated long ago.
People have been destroyed countless times."
"Don't talk about things that can't be changed. It's rare for us to meet once, why don't we talk about happy things?"
"Of course it's good, but now it's all annoying. I've lost these few years, and research has been forcibly cut off during the war. They say they want to build a huge lamp to light up the sky over this small country.
The darkness has been talked about for a hundred or two hundred years, but now we haven’t even drawn the design drawings of the lamps. It’s really annoying, Miss Edmilla.”
"Aren't we here to talk about the cleanup of some of our subordinates?"
"Normally no one talks to me, so let me say a few more words, beautiful Ms. Akaino." The man showed full sincerity, "According to unreliable news, the Empire seems to be the Holy Emperor.
A distant priest from the hall came here."
"Oh,,, you seem to be very well informed."
"Hey," the man said proudly, "Don't forget, I was an orphan brought up by mercenaries when I was a child. For various reasons, in my twenties, I was still considered an outstanding student.
I successfully graduated from the military school with comprehensive ranking."