Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1302 [The Gong of Destiny Sounds in the Temple] (3)

【The-Fianna】Headquarters.

The fighter plane used for the expedition has crashed, and there are only a few survivors left even in the full regiment—they finally completed the final mission and brought back the information that recorded the battle between the twelve knights of the round table and [Oberon]. here.

After taking off the 'Dragon Cavalry' armor on their bodies, the faces of the few survivors were particularly frightened... As if they were exhausted, they let the staff begin to adjust the cabin outside to rest after the battle.

In fact, although they were able to return this time, their various values ​​have reached the dangerous warning line... If they are not adjusted in time, I am afraid that for them, their fate will not be better than other members who have died How many.

The survivors slowly closed their eyes. As for what the future will hold... they no longer want to care about it.

"They just lack actual combat."

In the control room, looking at the few survivors who entered the adjustment cabin, the Prime Minister gave such a reason.

He has even recovered from the blow of the failure of this operation, encouraging the people here, "Although our operation failed this time, the data obtained is extremely precious, which made us realize the value of the 'Dragon Cavalry' Insufficient, and the flaws of the driver... The future, this is the direction we are going to conquer! We have reached these inhuman realms in terms of strength, what is lacking is only other things! Technology! More data! And fighting spirit !"

This kind of talk is better than nothing... People are used to finding a reason to make failure not sad.

The Prime Minister didn't stay in the control room for too long. After saying a few words, he left here under the escort of military officers.

There are really too many things that require him to have a headache-for example, how to deal with the ministers of the cabinet, and how to deploy the military's actions, after that, a series of negotiations with the knight agency, and finally even dealing with the fog The fallout from the uprising... and reconstruction.

Mr. Prime Minister even has a feeling that in the next six months, he may not be able to get even half a day off.

"Get me the helicopter."

At this time, the Prime Minister instructed the accompanying military officers: "After you get on the plane, hold a temporary video conference for me. It's almost time to deal with the old guys in the cabinet... Also, connect me to the phone number of the military department now." , I want to know the current progress of the evacuation of the crowd..."

Mr. Prime Minister paused, as if he still had some orders to follow.He was sorting out his thoughts at this time, so he pondered - but the officers around him did not take any action at this time.

He couldn't help frowning, "Didn't hear what I said? I told you to call me the military department right away! Are you so frightened by the riots outside that you can no longer think?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Prime Minister, you have no right to order me now." The officer said indifferently.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The officer smiled slightly, "Because, you have been temporarily suspended as the prime minister...Sorry, Mr. Prime Minister, you are now suspected of embezzling government funds, colluding with foreign non-human beings, and even planning the Queen's kidnapping case...So, I need you now You are under arrest."

"What did you say?!" Mr. Prime Minister looked at this confidant in disbelief, "You arrest me! Who gave you the power!!"

"This question, after you see Sir Pukins, I believe he will be willing to answer you."

"Pukin..."

The officer stopped talking, but the moment Mr. Prime Minister couldn't react, he rushed up and knocked him unconscious.

This startling change instantly terrified the two guards beside the prime minister, but before they could take out their pistols, the officer had already knocked them down to the ground extremely quickly.

As for the original base who came out to escort the entourage, they were stunned on the spot at this time.

"It's operating as usual...wait for me to come back." The officer looked at the staff in front of him and ordered slowly.

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On the long street, there were at least five violent orcs - two of them even grabbed the dying residents by their hands.

Mr. Gareth needs to be quite careful, lest the aftermath of the battle will send these life-threatening hostages to hell if they are not careful-if they are only facing these orcs alone, naturally they will not have so many scruples.

After besieging the leader of the doomsday myth [Oberon], except for Geraint who can only rest due to excessive consumption, the other four still maintain considerable combat power, so after leaving the monastery, they were immediately dispatched When they arrived in the major neighborhoods of Wudu, they began to suppress the orc riots.

At this moment, several flashes of cold light flashed in the air, and then Mr. Clown walked quickly through the buildings—Mr. Gareth couldn't help being shocked, lest this guy's actions would be inappropriate and hurt the two dying residents.

"Dagonit!! Don't mess around!"

It was just the flying knives that easily pierced the shoulder joints of these orcs... The hostages were able to get out all at once.

A few elite knights who were always ready rushed out in an instant and directly rescued the hostages. Immediately afterwards, Mr. Clown directly knocked these orcs to the ground with the speed of a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves.

The rioting orcs fell beneath him, and the throwing knife was back between his fingers.

I only heard the weeping face of the Mr. Clown, "I said Gareth, do you have some confidence in me, okay? I am also the one who took the oath of knighthood in front of the statue of King Arthur."

Mr. Gareth couldn't help but rolled his eyes... He didn't have time to pay attention to this guy, he quickly ordered the elite knights to bring back the downed orc.

The orc's madness has not been lifted, but it has been imprisoned by the elite knights with special restraints, completely losing the ability to move, and can only make meaningless and chaotic noises.

"They are all residents with legal status, they are just bewitched."

At this time, Mr. Gareth ordered the elite knights to send these bedding orcs to a transport vehicle, "Take care of them after they are brought back, we need to find a way to relieve their berserk, if they really can't calm down, I suggest you use a sedative."

"Yes!"

The knights began to get busy—there were naturally more than a few orcs who had just been beaten by Mr. Clown on the transport vehicle.

Originally, there were more than 20 orcs lying in the car.

"Gareth, I'll take a step to clear the venue first, and I'll leave these troublesome things to you." After Mr. Clown greeted him, he ran down the long street.

Gareth was a little helpless... But speaking of it, maybe he was really born to deal with such trivial matters.

It didn’t take too much time to load the car, the key is that the car was already full, and the orcs needed to be transported back—Gareth was not at ease and just asked the knights to be responsible for the transport, because in the fog city, the group of doomsday myths The thugs did not know where they were hiding at this time.

"Mr. Gareth, maybe I can help you."

In the dark alley, a man was seen dragging a seriously injured orc out.

Gareth took a look, a little surprised, then nodded: "So it's you, Mr. Simpton."

I saw the big knight Simpton throwing the seriously injured orc on the ground. Immediately after that, someone also imprisoned the orc, squeezed it and sent it to the transport vehicle.

Simpton said seriously at this time: "Leave the transportation to me. You are more efficient than us in suppressing the orcs... We need to quell the riots in Wudu as soon as possible."

Gareth couldn't disagree with the other party's words. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded, "Alright then, I'll leave the delivery to you, Knight Simpton."

"Follow your orders, great knight Gareth." Simpton performed the etiquette of a junior knight meeting a senior knight.

"Oh...you are obviously too reserved! Mr. Simpton, relax!" Gareth patted him on the shoulder, "We are comrades-in-arms, not subordinates."

"Then, I'll take a step first." The Simpton knight nodded, "I will come out immediately after the delivery, waiting for your good news."

As he said that, he walked directly onto the transport vehicle——Gareth watched the transport vehicle drive out, and only then began to regain his energy.

Although he still has a lot of physical strength, from Farrell's escape from prison last night to the riots in the Fog City tonight, too many things have happened... Mental fatigue has begun to appear.

Suddenly, he felt that his fingers were slightly wet. He looked down and found that his fingers had been stained with blood at some point.

It's still fresh... He stroked the blood with his fingers, looking thoughtfully at the transport truck going away.

Maybe just thinking about it.

Gareth shook his head, but finally moved and walked towards the alley where Simpton appeared - he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Gareth frowned, and raised his palm. There was a ball of light in his palm accompanied by an ancient language: the words of the elves that can only be used by twelve knights.

The light source instantly illuminated the dark alley.

I saw a long bloodstain on the ground... It was caused by the injured body dragging abruptly on the ground—probably the seriously injured orc brought out by Simpton.

He walked forward slowly along the bloodstains, always feeling that there was something ahead - finally, his footsteps stopped in front of a door.

It seemed to be the back door of a restaurant... The door was ajar, and the trail of blood also started from here.

Mr. Gareth pushed the door open gently and walked in.

A few seconds later, he suddenly narrowed his gaze—in front of this small restaurant, he saw a beastman kneeling on the ground with wounds all over his body, who had already experienced the death penalty...

They have become cold corpses.

The corpse knelt down on the ground, making a gesture of repentance... The floor was covered with scarlet and sticky blood—like a slaughterhouse.

"This..." Mr. Gareth's expression changed slightly.

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Sir Pukins' estate.

In Sir's private office... Mr. Pukins was sitting quietly like this, waiting for something - opposite to the desk, a middle-aged man with a little bald hair was sitting half crooked like this.

His head is down.

Maybe it's been a while... The man who was sitting upside down suddenly came to his senses, and raised his head in a panic.

"You actually betrayed...it's you! Pukins?!"

The one who woke up was the Prime Minister of the British government—suddenly seeing his opponent, the Prime Minister looked around in a panic for a moment.

This place is completely unfamiliar to him—but he knows what it is because he has seen it from intelligence.

"Mr. Prime Minister, you should be very familiar with the environment here." Sir Pukins said with a smile: "Because I think, on your desk, there must be very detailed information about this place, right?"

"Pugins!!" The prime minister stood up suddenly, put his hands on the table, and glared at him, "You dare to lynch me? Do you know what you are doing!"

Jazz waved his hand casually, "I know exactly what I'm doing, Mr. Prime Minister...Why don't you listen to what I know, what do you want to do?"

The prime minister calmed down instantly, and at the same time quickly sorted out the information he had... He sat down again without saying a word.

The Jazz said slowly at this time: "You want to deal with the knight mechanism, right?"

The prime minister sneered.

The Jazz continued: "Every year, a large amount of money flows to your secret base. In these years, you have produced a total of 23 'Dragon Cavalry' fighters, named [The-Fianna]...Kay The warriors of Penia in the mythology of Erte. Do you think this warriors can be compared to our Knights of the Round Table... In fact, I really admire your efforts. After all, you have used your own efforts to prove that Even ordinary people can also set foot in the realm of non-human beings.”

The prime minister sneered and said, "I'm not surprised at all. At this time, you will come up with all the information about the research results...I really didn't expect that someone I valued would turn traitor."

The jazz shook his head, "His name is Orphen. In fact, he is my adopted son and a knight of our knight organization... He was never your subordinate, my prime minister."

"Okay, very good!" The Prime Minister gritted his teeth, and was finally too angry to say anything.

"Go on?" Jazz sat back. "You quickly came up with a plan - you funded a mob organization. This organization is called 'Doom Myth' right? For a few years, you provided this organization A lot of activity funds, right? In addition, you also secretly purchased some equipment from the Association of Magicians, and then donated them to them. Of course, this organization did not waste your resources in vain. Your [The-Fianna], it seems There are several technologies that were stolen from other places through this organization, right? Let me think about it, there was a batch of stolen aerospace materials in the United States last year, and it seems that you...your handwriting?"

"Ridiculous! One-sided words!" The Prime Minister snorted coldly.

"Later, you felt that the time was ripe." The jazz still said calmly: "You felt that you should not have anything to do with this organization anymore, because it would affect your future official career... just as our Royal Highness the Crown Prince It seems that he has really lost his patience... He is unwilling to wait any longer, after all, he is almost 70 years old. The 70-year-old crown prince is indeed too long to wait."

The Prime Minister finally changed his face slightly.

The jazz said indifferently: "You let the people of the doomsday myth hijack the queen and declare war on the British government... You have a very good reason to use [The-Fianna], you can use [The-Fianna], Not only did you root out the organization you funded in this incident, but maybe our Her Majesty the Queen will also die in this hijacking due to an unfortunate accident. Well...let me think, when it's all over It should be time for the crown prince to ascend the throne, right? Then, as a knight institution that does nothing to let the queen be hijacked by inhumans, it will become a character impeached by the cabinet... Maybe 【The-Fianna】 , there is also the possibility of replacing the knight institution.”

"Oh, there is one more thing. You probably didn't expect that the people of the doomsday myth would directly ask the British government for the independence of the entire Northern Ireland region. This part is slightly beyond your control..." Looking at the prime minister ugly Sir Pukins smiled, "It's probably like this. Do you have anything to add?"

"Yes." The Prime Minister sneered at this moment, "That's why you seem to have forgotten to search... Pukins, you shouldn't have seen me alone!"

Suddenly, the Prime Minister lifted his clothes and pulled out an antique-looking bronze pistol. He pointed the muzzle at the other party and said with a smirk, "It only takes one light touch, and the result is no different. Goodbye, My good friend."

Bang-! !

Without leaving Jazz any time to react, the Prime Minister just pulled the special gun.

The bullet that whizzed out stopped in front of Jazz at this moment—as if something blocked it and imprisoned it.

The Prime Minister shot one after another in horror—but the bullets were fixed in front of Sir Pukins one by one...until all the bullets were fired.

"you……"

"Well, the power is not bad, a new toy made by the Association of Magicians this year."

The prime minister backed away in horror... Suddenly, he turned around and rushed out the door recklessly!

Jazz didn't intend to stop him, so he just watched him hastily opened the office door, then rushed out...then step by step, he backed up again.

At this moment, the Prime Minister looked so panicked.

Stepping back step by step, he finally understood one thing.

His voice seemed to be squeezed out, and he was saying with difficulty: "[Oberon], it's you...how could..."

At the door, Caesar.

With a blank expression, he walked in step by step.

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PS: The next chapter will be later...

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