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For the privileged class known as the hereditary aristocracy, most of them always subconsciously wear colored glasses. .

Think of them as greedy, weak, greedy people.

In fact, the aristocrats did not just enjoy themselves.

Especially the Holy Britannian Empire.

This is a country with an extremely strict aristocratic system. It will never spend money to raise waste, and it will not tolerate those parasites at all.

Because Britannia originally originated from a country ruled by European monarchies.

A community formed after people who left their homes due to the national revolution came to the New World.

Therefore, the Central Department (the department in charge of internal affairs, in short, something like the cabinet) is extremely disgusted with the group of useless high-ranking people.Especially for the royal family who are above the nobles - those who have no ability will only bring down the country.

In other words.

Although nobles are privileged people, if they don't reflect their own value, they can't even protect their lives.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Britannia is so strong.

Whether it is internal affairs or military affairs, they are almost monolithic.

General Alex Bartley, the chief of staff of the eleventh district's ruling army, is a member of the privileged class.

He was originally a senior bureaucrat working in the Central Legal Affairs Bureau of his country.He was dispatched here using political means, but he is not a civil servant who manages internal affairs, but belongs to the army.

This can be said to be unfortunate for Bartley. Leaving aside his internal affairs management skills, he was originally a man who lacked military talent.

After the Shinjuku incident a few days ago, no, it was a military exercise announced to the outside world.

However, a major accident occurred during this exercise, and hundreds of soldiers unfortunately died, including armored vehicles, airframes and other armed resources, which also suffered heavy losses. This can no longer be prevaricated by "mistakes".Not only the media have turned to civil society, but even the country has sent envoys to investigate the matter. If it is not handled properly...

"Application to see the governor? Stupid! This is a military area! Terrorist activities are so rampant, every deployment must find ways to deal with it. Let the envoy of your country stay in the hotel for a few days first, and don't find anything for him!"

In the executive room of the Governor's Mansion in the center of the Tokyo Concession, General Bartley was roaring into the microphone.

"What!... The policy of the Governor's Mansion is too general and makes it difficult to act. Don't you think it's too late to shirk responsibility now? The order was very accurate from the beginning. Is there a problem with your ability to handle affairs?! Okay, okay, I know, tell all departments to shut up and execute immediately!"

General Bartley hung up the phone heavily. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his bald head that was constantly sweating. His fat body couldn't help shaking, which showed how much his mood fluctuated.

Then someone spoke.

"It seems to be very hard work! General."

"Huh? Oh, Murat."

The secretary led into the room a man wearing the same style of military uniform. His burly body was not as fat as Bartley's, and his hair was not as thin as his. The first impression he gave was of a resolute soldier.

His name was Kikailouf Murat.

Chief of the Central Military Battalion of the Eleventh District Ruling Army.When someone recommended himself as a housekeeper, his name was reported.

"Have you noticed the movement in Osaka? The [***] movement there has become more and more active recently."

"One after another, it's all troublesome things. Murat, you are also responsible for things that have developed to this point."

Being accused suddenly, Murat smiled and said:

"I'm really sorry. But that's not my business."

"Humph……"

Although General Bartley was a little unhappy, he invited Murat to sit on the visitor's sofa.

In return, Murat bowed politely.

"So, what are you doing here today? Are you here to see my excitement?"

"Haha, how could it be?"

Although she had this kind of thought more or less, Murat would not reveal it.

"General Bartley is His Royal Highness Clovis's most trusted subordinate. Of course, some small offensives are not a problem."

"I don't welcome these compliments."

"Excuse me. So let's get down to business. Does the general have anything to say about this 'military exercise'?"

Hearing this, Bartley's face darkened.

"Are you questioning His Royal Highness Clovis?"

"No, no, no such thing."

Murat shook her head vigorously, exaggerated movements are characteristic of this man.

"There are two main things I came here this time. The first thing is about the new white body when the Shinjuku Incident happened. I heard that it was a body belonging to the Britannia Army, but why did it attack my own people? Thanks Many of my subordinates died in that machine.”

Speaking of this, Murat sneered.

But Bartley breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't ask 'that', he could say anything.

However, when he mentioned the white body, he frowned, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

This encirclement and suppression campaign can be said to have been completely defeated by that machine, and the most puzzling and embarrassing thing is that this is his own machine.

It's okay if you don't talk about it, but Bartley gets angry when he talks about it.

After taking a deep breath:

"That aircraft is called Lancelot, and it is the proud work of the technical department of the special dispatch guide. Although the chief of that department has repeatedly applied to me for experiments, I have never agreed... I did not expect to have Such terrifying destructive power."

"Specially dispatched guide technology department? If I remember correctly, it seems to be the reading department, and the command is in the hands of a certain big man in this country."

Murat frowned, somewhat understanding Bartley's embarrassment.

"Could it be... a toy of His Royal Highness?"

"It's the elder brother of His Highness Clovis, His Highness the Second Prince Schneizel. To be honest, even though such a serious accident happened, at best I can only blame the driver. As for the special mission, I can only say that I can't do anything." .”

Bartley exhaled a foul breath, as if he had exhausted all his energy.

"Then again, if the police station's plan goes well, there won't be such a big mistake! It is clear that His Royal Highness Clovis gave the order directly, but they put people in because of their negligence. I have left the Shinjuku slums, if I had known, I would have directly used the troops directly under the Governor’s Mansion.”

He scolded iron and steel.

"You're right. The efficiency of the chief of the Police Bureau is questionable. Such a big accident happened. I don't know how many people will be unlucky this time. Maybe even His Royal Highness Clovis will be implicated."

Murat nodded and said that he agreed with General Bartley. After all, when transferring the secret research facility, the Security Bureau itself had to participate in the prevention work, but they didn't react until the terrorists succeeded and sent people to chase them down. arrest.

Is such a reaction efficiency too slow?

However, this is only one sided at best.

Secret research facilities must not be easily exposed, even people from the Security Bureau.

If the Chief of the Police Bureau steps down for this afterwards, he is by no means solely responsible.

What's more, he was treated as a scapegoat.

Seemingly understanding Murat's meaning, Bartley's expression improved slightly.

"I know what you're thinking, this is what His Highness means, do you understand?"

He was referring to the work of intelligence control.

"Of course, I understand His Highness's painstaking efforts, but this is the only way to declare to the outside world, isn't it?"

"Indeed, and he is definitely not the only guy who is responsible for this accident. We must set up a model of strict law enforcement. As the chief of the Central Military Battalion, you must set an example and find out those who have neglected their duties. We will have a 'cleaning' , This is a good opportunity to shut up the mouth of the envoy of your country, you know what this means, right? Murat?" Bartley said in a deep voice.

For just a moment, Murat's eyes lit up.

"I understand. Then, I am going to recommend a person to you. This is also the second thing I am here today. I hope you don't mind seeing him. If this matter is left to him to handle, I promise that I will never You are disappointed."

"It's a good opportunity to seize it. It's too early to take advantage of the opportunity to install people, isn't it?"

A trace of anger flashed across Bartley's eyes.

"You misunderstood me. I am just recommending a competent subordinate to you as the director of the Central Military Barracks Bureau. To tell you the truth, the reason why I came this time is mostly to listen to his opinion. His general idea is He said that the current situation is not clear, and it is overwhelmingly unfavorable to the Britannian military. If the spread of corruption is not curbed as soon as possible, it will be extremely unfavorable to the rule of His Royal Highness Clovis. In addition, the country's envoys are also very difficult. Mostly he comes from the Central Intelligence Agency and directly reports to His Majesty the Emperor. Therefore, if one is mishandled, not to mention us officials, even His Highness Clovis will face the risk of being deposed."

Murat spoke more and more solemnly.

"...What's that person's name?"

General Bartley listened silently for a while, then asked.

"He is from the Chinese Federation, and his name is Ling Yi. He is currently working for the Steinfelt family."

"Eight famous families? By the way, didn't you say that he is your subordinate? Wait a minute, that's the case, it's that again. You're playing with fire. What do you think those people would think if the agents went to lurk in their own house?"

"I know this very well, so all the agents who were placed in several families before have been withdrawn, and now he is alone in the Steinfelt family, and I have destroyed all his internal materials, and declared to the outside world that he is from the Scientific researchers from overseas companies. Apart from you, no third person knows about it so far." Murat explained calmly.

"Hmph, don't underestimate the influence of the Eight Great Famous Sects. If you really investigate, do you think they will not find a trace of clues? It's just that you are well prepared, and that person will not exist in a while. The danger of being exposed, let him come to see me tomorrow—" Bartley snorted coldly, and said to himself: "...It happens that it is inconvenient to communicate with the special agent, let him try it first. The pilot Although it is easy to solve the problem, it will not be good if similar things happen in the future.”

Murat still sat on the sofa and bowed her head respectfully.

"Sure enough, it's my humble opinion. General, you have considered it so deeply. It would be nice if I could help you a little, so I took the liberty to bother you."

"No, I am very grateful for your kindness... Besides, if the person you recommended can really help me, it will be a great help. To be honest, as a person, I want to solve this matter as soon as possible matter, because His Highness is very concerned about this matter."

These words are from the heart, which may be Bartley's shortcoming.

Although he has integrity, he completely lacks the talent of a tactician, let alone the ambition of a statesman.

Compared with General Bartley, Murat's observation skills were much sharper, and a somewhat sarcastic expression appeared on his face, but it disappeared in an instant.

The chief, who could tell the details from his eyes, stood up.

"I've made you worry about it, General. But please don't take it as rudeness. If there are similar weapons transfer projects in the future, please notify us in advance. The negligence of the Security Bureau cannot completely offset our responsibility. Just pull the trigger Move your whole body, I hope the general will do it well."

"Weapons...yes, weapons—"

Bartley lowered his head, as if talking to himself.

"General?"

"It's nothing. Murat, I appreciate your advice, but it's better for the barracks not to go deep into this matter. It's for your own good."

"Your Majesty understands, Your Excellency the General. So that's all for today, I'll take my leave first."

After another respectful salute, Murat left the office.When the burly figure disappeared, General Bartley immediately asked the secretary to bring water. He took out stomach medicine from the drawer of the table, mixed it with water, and took the medicine.

Recently, Bartley often feels that the effect of the medicine is not as good as before, probably because of the psychological effect.

However, the extreme mental load has increased the frequency and amount of medicine he takes every day.

Although the doctor had persuaded him to return to China for treatment, it was impossible to go back now.

The secretary walked out of the office with an empty glass, and Bartley left the table and stood by the window.Right now, the sun is setting, and the streets of the Tokyo Concession are bathed in the setting sun.The bitterness of the medicine left in his mouth made him a little weary.

Even so - General Bartley still couldn't help thinking.

Why would terrorists be interested in 'that stuff'?

Do you really think it is a weapon of mass destruction, as Murat thought?

But this is really ridiculous. I didn't want to attract attention, but it caused even more commotion.

In short, you must not let others know the inside story until you find 'that'.

Although that is obviously... not a weapon.

..............

At the gate of the Governor's Mansion in the center of the Tokyo Concession, a limousine has already been waiting here for a long time.

As soon as Murat got into the car, she said to the black-haired young man sitting next to her:

"Successful, Bartley asked you to see him tomorrow."

The tone is familiar as if they are friends who have known each other for a long time, but in fact they have only known each other for less than a month.

This black-haired young man has a calm temperament opposite to his youthful face, but it is more of an unpredictable mysterious atmosphere, and his clothes are also very ordinary. It is hard to imagine any intersection with a military figure like Murat. .

"Did he say so?"

Ling Yi asked, with a slightly puzzled expression.

"Well, he doesn't seem to trust your ability very much. Maybe he will assign you a position first, which can be regarded as a test. After all, a big project like 'cleaning' cannot be completed in a short time, and the risk is extremely high. It’s because he doesn’t dare to mess around at will.”

Murat pondered for a while and said.

If Bartley saw their conversation, he would definitely be surprised. What kind of boss and subordinate are these? Murat has to be careful when speaking, not daring to omit any important information.

"That's what I expected, it's not a big deal."

"Uh... I guess it's the special mission."

"Ok?"

This surprised Ling Yi quite a bit. The Special Dispatch is the "Special Dispatch Guide Technology Department". After planting the hint technique on Suzaku, he rode the seventh-generation body developed by the special dispatch—Lancelot, and killed all directions. Originally thought that the chess piece 'Suzaku' would take a long time to be effective, but he seemed to be born with the halo of the protagonist, so it was fine to be picked up by the special agent, and he became Lancelot's temporary driver despite all kinds of identity restrictions member.

Every time he thinks of this, Ling Yi can't help secretly thanking himself for being cautious.

With the mentality that he would rather kill the wrong than let it go, he was right after all. .

However, after this incident, Suzaku may not escape death. Although Bartley may not be able to do anything to the special mission, it is still very easy to pull the pilot out to take the blame.

"The special mission is directly under the second prince, His Highness Schneizel. Even if you want to call for an indictment, it will not be the responsibility of the ruling army of the eleventh district. Therefore, the current affairs related to the special mission can be said to be a hot potato, and it is very difficult to deal with. If Bartley really makes up his mind to assign you to a position related to the mission..."

Murat hesitated to speak, with a rather ugly expression on his face.

Obviously, he was extremely dissatisfied with Bartley, who was clearly incompetent, but gave him a difficult problem.

"Don't worry, maybe this is a good thing. Clovis will fall sooner or later. If you want to take advantage of that opportunity to take over Bartley's position, then you have to build a good relationship with the second prince. I I did a little investigation before, and all in all, it is beneficial and not harmful for you to make friends with Schneizel." Ling Yi said after pondering for a while.

"Well, anyway, our common goal of cooperation is to control the eleventh district. Once I succeed in assuming the position, I will naturally be able to realize your plan."

Murat laughed, with a hint of excitement in his seemingly calm tone.

Suddenly, he remembered something and couldn't help asking:

"—By the way, you said Bartley...ah no...what is the 'weapon' His Highness Clovis is looking for? It can be said that the Shinjuku Incident was entirely caused by that 'weapon'."

Murat cared very much.

Although the Shinjuku Incident caused great turmoil in the outside world.

Countless people were affected and implicated, and there were even hundreds of dead.

Anyone who puts up this matter is the rhythm of stepping down, but after the plan of the black-haired young man, it turned out to be an opportunity for him to rise to the top.

And the true face of the person who caused this incident.

He is not just curious.

"That, I think that guy should look down on you, give up."

A strange look flashed across Ling Yi's eyes, and after speaking in a flat tone, he said hello and got out of the car.

Leaving behind Murat with a puzzled face. (To be continued.)