How could it be him? If he wasn't already dead, how could he still be alive?
With a tall and thin figure, gold-rimmed glasses, and gray eyes shining with a cold and dangerous light, the man who seemed to have come out of the depths of hell was pacing over like this.
Fan Wu stared blankly at that familiar face, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
Alan Sharda, he is a devil.
He was the culprit in the battle of Arsino twenty years ago. It was he who used those things and collaborated with the Valencian army to push all his comrades and friends into the forbidden land of death.
I thought this man was dead long ago, but I didn't expect that he was still alive and turned into Lanson's diplomat.
The man walked past Fan Wu, his gray eyes swept over him from the corner of his eye, his face expressionless.
Obviously, the other party did not recognize him. After all, everyone died in that battle, except Fan Wu, who was a military doctor.
A person's appearance will always change with the passage of time, but he will never forget that bloodthirsty and cold face.
The sky was filled with fire that reddened the entire Arsinore night sky, countless cannonballs streaked across the sky, there was also the permeating smell of blood, and a low roar that sounded like it came from the depths of the soul.
The immersive feeling makes people feel as if they have experienced the purgatory-like torture again, echoing in their minds for a long time.
"Captain Fan Wu, Captain Fan Wu?"
Fan Wu was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and found that a young face appeared in front of him.
"Adjutant Lance?"
Lance looked at Fan Wu worriedly, "Captain, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine," Fan Wu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and tried to calm down, "Adjutant Lance, do you have a problem with me?"
"It's nothing. When I saw you leaning here alone and looking wrong, I thought something had happened to you."
Fan Wu smiled and looked forward, "The person who passed by just now..."
"He is the special envoy sent by the president, diplomat Alan Sharda."
Fan Wu nodded, but he still felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Captain, I'm going to His Highness first," Lance nodded lightly to Fan Wu, and then strode away.
Fan Wu also walked quickly back to his office, opened the cabinet that had not been opened all year round, took out some yellowed information and flipped through it carefully.
These documents contain detailed records of a secret research report that he participated in in a military hospital more than 20 years ago.
This research is mainly about studying a drug. When people are in a state of extreme excitement on the battlefield, a large amount of adrenaline will be secreted. If this drug is taken together, the combat effectiveness will be greatly increased. However, the effect of this kind of thing
The side effects were so powerful that none of the people participating in the trial could bear the side effects, and suffered from various physical discomforts. There were even horrific incidents in which the experimenter died, and the study was terminated.
At that time, Fan Wu was just an intern researcher and had no exposure to the core technology of drugs. He only helped his teacher participate in the recording of research procedures.
However, Sharda, who was also a medical researcher, was involved in this study from beginning to end. According to rumors, the dead experimenter came out of his hands.
At that time, this man was not named Sharda. It is conceivable that he probably took a pseudonym to deceive others.
After the experiment was terminated, the military immediately blocked the news, destroyed all materials and medicines, and everyone who participated in the experiment was removed from the military for various reasons.
Initially, everything seemed to have calmed down, and Fan Wu had forgotten this research, but just a year and a half later, when the Arsinore War broke out, Sharda appeared.
At that time, Fan Wu received an order and was deployed to Cossel's side to provide rear assistance. He rushed back a few nights before the fall of Arsinore.
When he arrived there, his comrades-in-arms all showed symptoms of poisoning and were helpless against Valencia's attack.
The city fell quickly, and Fan Wu survived under the cover of his companions.
The entire sky burned red, and there were debris and wreckage of burned-out buildings everywhere.
The Valencian army had won a complete victory. They were checking to see if anyone had survived, but Fan Wu could only hold his breath and pretend to be dead.
His breath was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, and his body was covered with scratches. Several Valencians walked past him and quickly gathered in front.
"Report, it is confirmed that everyone is dead."
"Very good, everyone will be rewarded when we go back."
"yes!"
"Mr. Roman, you did a great job this time. I will inform the Prime Minister and let him reward you."
"Thank you. I don't need a commendation. What I want is for all Lanson people to bury him with him."
The insidious sound flowed into Fan Wu's ears along the cold wind, making him startled.
This voice is...
Fan Wu opened his eyes and saw a tall, thin man wearing glasses standing together with several Valencian officers, almost shouting.
Strong anger rushed into his chest, and Fan Wu wanted to rush forward and kill this man, but he knew that he could not defeat so many people, and he would definitely die if he really rushed forward.
He must not die like this, he must live well and find a way to reveal the true face of this man.
A man who looked like a commander joked, "Haha, Mr. Roman, it's not easy to kill them? As long as you develop a new deadly poison, won't they all die?"
The man named Roman's lenses flashed with cold light, "What do you know? I'm going to torture these people bit by bit and make them worse than death."
The gloomy voice was cold and cruel, and the other party was obviously very embarrassed, so he could only echo, "Yes, yes, we must make their life worse than death, otherwise it will be too easy for them."
"You win, get out of here."
The sound of footsteps sounded from beside him, and Fan Wu quickly closed his eyes.
"Mr. Roman."
"kindness?"
"boom!"
Gunfire rang out and a heavy object fell down.
Fan Wu was startled, but the Valencian soldier was standing next to him. He couldn't open his eyes to see what happened?
"Colonel, how did you kill him?"
"This man is so terrifying. If one day he threatens us, we will all be doomed. Only by killing him can we ensure our safety and bury him."
"yes."
It turned out that it was all his fault. It was he who killed his former companions and comrades-in-arms, and caused so many innocent people to die in the flames of war.
I wanted to kill him myself, but someone else got there first, so I let him die like this. It was really easy for him.
Fan Wu heard several people burying Sharda's body in the darkness and then cleared it. After a long time, he opened his eyes and saw devastation, endless burning fire, and countless dead people.
.
The biting cold wind blew across the scorched black earth, emitting a low whine, telling the city's misfortune and suffering.
After reminiscing, Fan Wu closed the document and rubbed his sore temples.
What happened on that day twenty years ago? Why did that man not die, but became Lanson's diplomat? Until today, this man appeared again.
The culprit who pushed Arsinoe into hell twenty years ago appears here now. What does this mean to Cosell, and what is this man plotting?
I was lucky enough to escape that death, but today, twenty years later, I bumped into the murderer again. Was it a deliberate arrangement by God, just to let me reveal to the public the secret that I had hidden for twenty years?
However, I have no evidence and I can't uncover this man's ugly mask with just one-sided words, and I might even get bitten back.
Seeing his tragically dead comrades and the innocent people implicated, Fan Wu clenched his fists and made a secret decision.
He must secretly track down this man's whereabouts, collect evidence, and make him pay for everything he has done.
Thinking like this, Fan Wu secretly made up his mind and decided to start looking for all the flaws in this man.
Early the next morning, Leng Ling and Sharda had a secret meeting in the office.
The atmosphere in the office was solemn. Leng Ling put his hands flat on the edge of his desk and said in a flat tone, "Is this what Mr. President means?"
"Yes, Your Highness, Mr. President did explain it this way. He does not want to pursue the Duchess's behavior this time. He just needs to send her back to Valencia," Sharda handed the letter to Leng Ling.
"This is a personal letter from Mr. President to Prime Minister Karl. Your staff can just hand it over to the Prime Minister after sending the Duchess back."
"I see."
Leng Ling took the letter. The surface of the letter was ironed extremely smooth. On the reverse side was a red sealing wax with Leng Xiao's name printed on it. After reading it carefully, he put it in the drawer and locked it carefully.
"After this matter is resolved, I will take over Kessel's side. You and Mr. Reen Hans can go back to Sarat to have a good rest. As for the rest, I have made it clear to you just now. Your Highness, you
Are there any objections?"
"No."
"Then please arrange a meeting between me and the Duchess."
Leng Ling looked directly into the gray pupils of the man in front of her, and her clear voice revealed an irresistible dignity, "According to the regulations, no one can meet with her alone, and you are no exception."
Sharda narrowed her eyes and spread her hands, "Okay, then you can accompany me."
"If you want to meet her, we can go now."
"Then I will naturally be disrespectful."
The two left the office and prepared to go to the room where Ruth was imprisoned. Before they had taken a few steps, a shout came from outside, "It's on fire, it's on fire!"
At the same time, thick smoke billowed from a room in the corridor, and the source of the smoke was Ruth's room.
