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Chapter 1133 Lighting Plan (24)

"The limo is specially purchased from the dark world of a neighboring country, and tonight the supplier will be able to complete the modification of the appearance according to the requirements. I think every detail of the product is a product of Sweetdog Power Company of the Far Sea Common Country and can meet your requirements.

It is expected that my men will be able to drive it and park it under your residence the day after tomorrow." As he walked, Weimer confirmed all the details to Cassia one by one, "The situation a few days ago was reported to the upper level, and the final

The decision is that I will take two members to assist you, Mr. Soriato. In the attack on the air defense base, everything will be in accordance with your plan and rules, Mr. Soriato. This is what the superiors reminded me of."

"Let me ask you when I meet Mr. Soriato. The superiors said that if you have any other requests, please feel free to put them forward and they will prepare them for you as soon as possible. Don't worry about the price or the level of trouble, as long as they can be obtained

” Wimmer added finally.

"As long as the limo is ready, the rest won't be important in five days. By the way, if you insist on having it, Mr. Weimer, you can report the bounty for Finia and others."

Sia thought for a while while nodding. Her identity in the eyes of Wimer at the moment meant that she couldn't come up with any conditions that would be useful to her.

"Then I understand."

"By the way, Mr. Wimmer, please remember that we are leaving in three days. If you go there early, you can also see if there are any changes in the other side's defense and personnel."

,,,,,,

While waiting for a reply, it was also because several special agencies of the empire were conducting a comprehensive investigation of the organization's members and strongholds in various small countries. Organization members in large areas have retreated and completely hidden themselves with prepared identities. In addition to the research that is still continuing, other

All activities seem to have entered hibernation ahead of time, and most of them have been stopped.

Kingsley, who only had one thing to deal with every few days, seemed to have fallen in love with his job as a limousine driver during this period. It was easy and simple, and the surgeon's mind made him a walking map of the entire city.

All routes are not a problem for him. His brain that is constantly thinking and calculating always allows him to analyze the fastest and most comfortable route to his destination. The operation is also simple. The speed of the limousine is slower than his own running speed. If he concentrates his eyes a little,

Coupled with his precise control of the steering wheel, Kingsley became what others call a skilled veteran driver within a day or two.

He does look similar. Although he is young, his temperament is exactly the same.

When he's busy, he can't relax even if he concentrates for several years. He drives a limousine around this city that is almost the center of a small country, and then uses the money he earns every day to have a simple meal. The level of leisure here makes Kingsley

I was surprised that ordinary people's lives could be so comfortable and satisfying.

What's more, I can see many different faces and chat with passengers during the journey. From their mouths, Kingsley found the original source of motivation for what he does. Most members of the organization will gather together and work together.

It is for the same goal and has never changed.

As he was thinking, the destination was already in front of him. As Kingsley slowly stopped the limousine and said goodbye to the passengers who got off, the communicator that had been silent for more than ten days in his pocket finally vibrated. After turning a corner,

The limo stopped on a quiet street.

"Miss Edmilla, your week turns out to be so long. It's such an elusive timeline." While sighing, Kingsley completely stopped the steam engine, leaving only the air circulation system to work.

He rolled up the window, lowered the seat, and slept in the limousine almost lying down.

"I thought you would stop contacting me. To be honest, if it were a few days later, I would really have to leave here. Do you want me to pick you up? At this time, it's time to go to a coffee shop in the park to have something to drink.

suitable."

"That's no need. There's something to drink next to me. Are you still driving around in a limousine in the city?"

"After all, this is my job now and I can't let it go. I'm parked on the side of the road and talking to you quietly. It's really boring and torturous waiting for the reply. Every day I wonder if you ran away by yourself after I got back that day.

, and then sell the news. There have been times in the past ten days when I have been extremely vigilant. I always feel that when the limo turns a corner, there will be a dozen guns pointed at me, and then a dozen

The red-ringed bullet came out and hit me in the head."

"Are you still scared?"

"Why not, and there are still a lot of them. I have experienced this state a lot over the years. The main reason is that the three giant countries are too quiet. I think a lot when I am not doing anything, so I think they have united to prepare for something.

Time has lifted us up from the deep sea with a net. By the way, Hongmang, have you ever been disappointed with the organization in such a long time?"

"Yes, the organization is not monolithic for a long time. Everyone knows how many of the middle and upper-level personnel are working hard for the original goal. Most of them are just for the uranium gold bullet and the huge voice that comes with controlling it.

.But do you think it’s possible to lose the organization and let us do these things alone? I think it will take another hundred years.”

"It seems like this." Kingsley thought for a while and sighed, "Let's not talk about these for now. Where is the reply? This is the focus of the communication. We can talk about the rest later."

"What about your plan? I want to hear it." Edmila was sitting by the window at the moment, with a little white steam of black tea beside her.

"The plan? It's very simple. If you and I join forces, it won't be a problem to deal with either Black Crow or Green Tree. The trouble lies in the forces involved with them. So I want to find other people to cooperate. Since I am determined to eliminate

They, and I, don’t care so much about the process and methods. This is also the usual way of thinking as a group of surgeons, and the result is far more important than the process.”

"Well,,, find someone else to cooperate? Who? Let alone a few other people, they are not interested in this. In this kind of matter, we must remain neutral in the early and mid-term, and in the later stage, we will step in to share the interests depending on the situation. But fortunately they

It's reassuring to know what the organization's ultimate purpose is."

Kingsley exhaled at this time and thought for a while before saying: "How did several of our men die?"

",,,," Wuyan represented Admila's deep thinking, "Do you really think so? Compared to Green Tree and Black Crow, I think once our whereabouts are exposed, she and the forces behind her will like us more

Two lives.”

"Let's just have a rough idea and let's talk about it later." Kingsley didn't think about it himself, "It's too troublesome, so I'd better give your answer first."

"Alas," Edmila sighed, "I feel like every time I meet you, I always encounter these difficult forks in the road that make it difficult to make a decision. Then,,, it's all for the lighting plan."

"Thank you, Hongmang." Kingsley smiled and felt his body relaxed a lot, "It's all for the lighting plan!"


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