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Chapter 701 Demolition
Dawn City·Glorious Palace
"Is the bill ready?"

In front of the wide desk, Christos leaned on the edge of the table, flipping through the documents in his hands one after another.

"Originally we had a draft, and we worked extra days and nights,"

Searle, who was wearing a silver ponytail, handed Christos a stack of newly printed documents in his hand, "This is a roughly completed draft, can you take a look?"

"Thanks for your hard work,"

Christos reached out to take the document, glanced at the text of the 'Draft Food Bill' on the cover of the document, then he picked up another document signed by 'FBI' on the table, and looked at Searle, "You Guess how many people in our council have received 'donations' from the Capjet Group?"

"one fifth?"

Searle said a figure that was originally estimated.

"one third!"

Christos pressed the file in his hand on the table.

Searle was also slightly surprised by this number, he sighed, "It seems that the Kaijiete Group is indeed the most 'active' of all the top consortiums."

"The good news is that because of this 'activity', the Mosanto group doesn't invest too much in MPs, and they're comfortable hitching a ride with Kejet," he said.

Christos smiled.

The Moshanto Group is the largest grain industry group in the Federation. Together with the Kaijiete Group, it monopolizes most of the grain trade in the Federation.

With that said, Christos took out a few thick documents from the pile of documents and handed them to Searle, "But the 'temperiness' and 'activity' of the Kaijet Group may not be a good thing."

"This is?"

Searle took the file with some doubts.

"The KJT Group has offended consortiums, municipal governments, and federal central agencies in the 'market competition' over the years."

Christos replied.

"You mean...?"

Searle looked at the thick stack of documents in his arms and realized something.

"The wall is falling and everyone is pushing,"

Christos glanced at Searle, and he picked up the 'draft food bill' that Searle had just brought, "One-third of the MPs accepted the donation. Under normal circumstances, we would not be able to push any Bills related to food reform."

Then he picked up another document that had obviously been flipped through many times, the cover of this document was clean, with only a single 'K' printed on it, "But our old friend from 'Return' gave us A great gift was given."

He stacked the two documents in his hand, "Now, this matter has the possibility of success."

Searle knew the document with 'K', which was the printed version of the documents sent by 'K' one after another last night. Even if he claimed to be well-informed, the contents in it were a bit shocking.

"However, if we attack directly,"

Searle put the documents in his hand on the table, "Kajet Group still has room to deal with it. Although they do things arbitrarily and make enemies on all sides, they are the top [-] large consortiums in the Federation after all, and they still have enough resilience. Next, our move."

"We still lack a heavyweight fuse, a fuse that can detonate all events."

Christos looked at the document in his hand, thoughtful.

"Unless the Kaijiete Group commits suicide and makes a big news that shocks the Federation,"

Selsi thought, "Otherwise, it would be difficult for us to detonate all the bombs. If you don't kill a snake, there will be future troubles."

They are still short of a nail, a nail made by the Kaijet Group itself that can nail the coffin of the Kaijet Group.

Christos stared at the document marked with 'K' on the cover, "At this time, we can only trust that 'old friend'."

"How did he say?"

Searle asked suspiciously.

"He made us wait tonight."

Christos turned his head and looked at the silent night outside the window.

Searle also looked out along his line of sight.

At the end of the dark night, there seemed to be an invisible undercurrent surging.

-

San Jon City Ximen City Defense Army Command
The white lotus root arms brushed against the man's chest, as if the sticky and crisp sound of the crispy lotus root shattered rang in the man's ear, "Master, I can't stand it, shall we stop for a while?"

"You don't seem to be able to take it anymore,"

Hearing this sentence, the man who looked a bit tired turned over instantly, put his arms around the woman beside him, and said with a smile.

Jingle Bell--

At this moment, a rapid bell rang on the wristband that was placed aside.

With Xiangyu in his arms, the man stretched out his hand reluctantly and picked up the bracelet.

It was his closest subordinate who called.

He hesitated for a while, and chose to answer by voice, with suppressed anger in his voice, "If you can't give me a good explanation, you can pack up your things and go back to your hometown."

"Master, the mayor is dead!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, there was an urgent voice, "There is a problem with the Kaijiete Group! Your guards have been bribed by them!!! Hurry up... um... Gulu..."

Then came the sound of blood rushing into the throat.

As if a gust of cold air poured down from his head, the man woke up instantly.

click -

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and a man in an officer's uniform entered the room. He glanced at the man on the bed, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dahn, to disturb your interest, but now Problem solved, go ahead."

"Bran, you..."

Dahn directly shook off the woman in his arms, turned over and prepared to get out of bed.

At this very moment, his body softened and he knelt down on the ground.

The woman who was thrown out by him was wrapped in the quilt, stepped a little, and flew down in front of the coat rack beside her.

She stepped on the ground barefoot, lifted the quilt to cover her body with one hand, and pinched the red dress on the coat rack with the other to start dressing.

She quickly got dressed and left the room without looking back.

"The Kiss of Beauty,"

Officer Bran shrugged, "I think you should know that a supernatural poison that can silence the talent sequence in the body can be transmitted through certain contacts, so I planted the seed in this lady's body and passed it on to her." about you."

He touched his waist, and pulled out a short dagger engraved with purple patterns with a bang, "Mr. Daen, although your life is a good sacrifice, just to be on the safe side, your body is enough. I will lock your soul so that it does not leave your body quickly."

"Bran, what are you going to do?"

Dan looked in horror at the officer uniformed man who came over. He raised the bracelet in his hand and wanted to make a call, but found that the bracelet had no signal.

He kept touching the phone screen with difficulty, while looking at Bran, "We can discuss everything, Bran, we have cooperated for so many years, don't you know my people? As long as you give me enough money, what will I do?" Anything can be done."

"Including sacrificing the entire city?"

Bran frowned and asked with a smile.

Dan, who was lying on the ground, was taken aback. He raised his head and stared at Bran, "What are you going to do? What are you going to do? Are you crazy?"

"Look," Bran smiled, "You are not willing to cooperate. Although you have done all kinds of bad things and your palms and backs are covered with blood, you always maintain your principles in strange places."

He walked to Dan's side and raised the dagger in his hand.

"Actually, it's not impossible to discuss..."

Dan's voice was hoarse.

Bran paused.

At this moment, Dahn's body suddenly arched, and then jumped up like a jumping mantis, turned around, stretched out his arms, and a sharp, thin, pocket knife popped out from the bracelet.

A move pierced Bran's heart.

At the same time, Bran, who noticed his movement, suddenly spun his raised arm, and the short dagger flew in a circle in his hand, changing from point down to point up, and stabbing forward suddenly. At the same time as the move, his body moved sideways like a snake.

Nourishes—

puff--

The sound of two sharp knives piercing into flesh sounded almost simultaneously.

"Some kind of extraordinary item that inspires the final power?"

Bran glanced at the short blade that Dan pierced his side chest. Just now, he dodged Dan's attack successfully with a flash, but in contrast, his dagger accurately pierced Dan's heart.

Dense purple light spread along the dagger and into Dahn's body.

Even though the power was aroused, Dahn's burst of power at the last moment was still not as good as when he was not poisoned in his prime.

"It's a pity," Bran sighed softly, "Why should you?"

Dan looked down at his wound, the last aroused power was leaving his body quickly, but he was still trying to swing the sharp knife in his hand, as if he wanted to cut Bran's wound a little bigger.

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and weak, but he bit down all the words clearly, "The Federation did not surrender to the evil god's city defense officer."

The purple light quickly spread across his body, obliterating his vitality, and the strength in his hands became smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.

Bran took his hand and pulled out the sharp blade that had pierced his body. Then he put one hand on Dan's shoulder, pushed slightly, and pulled out the short dagger held by the other hand.

At this moment, dense purple radiance has covered Dahn's body, and these radiances flicker like breathing, imprisoning the dead soul.

Looking at Dan's body lying on the ground, Bran sighed softly, put away the blade, and inserted it back into the sheath, "Everyone is their own master."

He reached out to close the miniature signal shielding device at his waist, and the moment the device was closed, his wristband vibrated.

That was a message from a subordinate he sent out to 'receive' Isia.

The news is very simple, it is confirmed that the dead person brought by Isia is Sito.

He put down his wristband, turned and walked out the door.

Now, all obstacles are removed.

-

The silent night has a slight coolness.

The old man sitting in front of the chessboard looked up at the stars in the sky, then lowered his head and looked at the chessboard in front of him.

There are not many black stones left on the board, and the black king has been removed from the board.

At this moment, the monitor next to the old man lit up, and Bran in officer uniform appeared on the screen.

"You are hurt?"

The old man glanced at the blood on Bran's chest and said calmly.

"A small problem does not affect the action,"

Bran shook his head, then went on quickly,

"Sir, Dahn is dead. All the tactical teams have been put on the high wall according to the original arrangement. Most of the officers in the city defense army have accepted our bribes. As soon as the news of Dahn's death was announced, the group has no leader. Now the gates are closed. , At most 10 minutes, we can fully control the four gates."

"How about the Nolanka mercenary group?"

The old man stretched out his hand slowly, and moved the black queen off the chessboard, then he looked down at the last few black pawns on the chessboard.

"According to the latest news, they are still on their way to this side, and they have not suddenly accelerated their march."

Bran replied quickly.

"Have you caught the Glory Knight next to Crote?"

the old man asked softly.

"No," Bran shook his head, "but he's seriously injured, an injured C-level, he can't pose a threat, not to mention he's not strong enough."

Then he stared at the old man off the screen, as if waiting for the old man to give an order.

The old man stared at the empty chessboard in front of him, stretched out his hand suddenly, and knocked down all the chess pieces.

"Take action."

"Yes!"

Bran nodded sharply.

The night seemed to dim at this moment.

-

West city
The speeding small truck galloped on the narrow road.

The huge tentacle monster that has lost its human form pierced the wall one by one, like a huge spider, running quickly on the street, chasing the truck.

Even if this is the chaotic West City, this phenomenon is a bit beyond cognition.

Pedestrians on the side of the road saw this huge monster quickly scattered and fled.

A tattooed gangster pulls back the curtains to look out the window, yawns, and sees giant tentacle spiders flicker past his window.

He was stunned for a moment, "Oops, it's violent."

Then slammed the curtains shut.

Of course, ordinary people are not the target of monsters, so as long as they hide far away and don't die, they will basically not attack.

And that minivan is also trying to attract the monster to a place with few people.

"Auntie, are we going to die?"

On top of the speeding truck, the beautiful woman held the steering wheel tightly to avoid being thrown out by the speeding truck. She was already sitting next to the co-pilot, wearing her seat belt, the little girl asked softly.

And what came out of the little girl's mouth was a boy's voice.

The gust of wind poured in from the door frame of the driver's cab where the door had been torn off, messing up the hair and makeup of the woman in the driver's seat, revealing her underlying skin that was not so fair.

"Are you afraid?"

The woman glanced at the 'little girl' next to her.

"The people of Green Olive never fear death,"

The 'little girl' shook her head. He glanced at the fried chicken shop passing by outside the window, suddenly paused, and asked in a low voice, "Auntie, do you think it's delicious?"

"good to eat!"

The woman sitting in the cab nodded heavily.

The steering wheel in her hand turned suddenly and turned into a side alley.

The monster following them rushed over, but quickly adjusted its body and chased after them.

At this moment, the voice of a somewhat anxious hostess rang on the radio in the car,

"Dear citizens, we have just received an urgent notice that the city information centers in East City and North City have been attacked by unknown terrorists. This attack may cause San Jon City to be caught in a city-wide network outage.

"At the same time, we have also received news that several major power plants have been attacked. Citizens and friends, please don't panic and stay at home..."

The rest of the words were already inaudible, and all the voices of the host were only the bottom noise of the hustle and bustle.

At this moment, all the monitors in the entire street 'stilled' down, and the world seemed to stop at this moment.

Off the net······

This thought flashed through the woman's mind.

At this moment, she suddenly realized something.

He looked down at the bracelet attached to the car.

The car appears to be driving itself via remote control.

And almost the moment she looked at the bracelet, a violent pull came from the seat belt.

This car, after losing control, slammed on the brakes!

The woman immediately stepped on the accelerator to restart the vehicle.

But it was already too late at this moment, the giant pillar tentacles chased after it, and the huge tentacles were inserted into the trunk of the pickup truck like a tissue.

"it's over······"

Hoarse and terrifying, the sound made by a completely different way of pronunciation from humans resounded in the sky.

Huge tentacles raised high.

boom--

That is the sound of something entering the flesh.

The tentacle spider's body froze for a moment, and then swung quickly.

A huge broadsword fell from the sky and pierced the tentacled spider's back.

And a burly man was holding the hilt of the broadsword in his hand, standing on the back of the tentacle spider. He tried to balance his body so that he would not be affected by the spider's shaking, and then pulled back violently.

The squirming flesh and blood were cut open by the huge broadsword, the monster's body trembled, and then slowly fell down.

The woman sitting in the cab was stunned for a moment, but before she could react, a figure came out from the other side of the alley and stood beside her, "Sister, are you all right?"

"fine!"

The woman looked at the figure in front of her.

It was a beautiful woman with long curly brown hair. She stared at that face and let out a long sigh of relief.

In fact, her "appearance" at this moment is basically the same as this woman, except that the makeup on her face looks even colder, like a dead person.

If this kind of makeup is used during the day, it will definitely be seen as a problem, but at night, especially when the street lights in San Jon City are basically not very bright, it is almost fake.

"Thank you for your hard work. I have prepared a small car for you. When the time comes, you will hide in the car and don't come out no matter what happens."

Ishia reached out and unbuckled the woman's seat belt.

"Okay, here is the 'trap' you have set up?"

The woman nodded, and then asked with some doubts.

"Yes."

Ishia nodded.

"I thought the autopilot was disconnected from the internet and it didn't work."

The woman let out a long sigh of relief and smiled.

"This is also an accident. We didn't expect such a coincidence. It happened to be when the Internet was disconnected."

Ishia replied.

However, it was the last sudden brake that seemed to be disconnected, which lowered the vigilance of the monsters and increased their kill probability.

The woman turned around and hugged the 'little girl' who had unbuckled her seat belt to get out of the car - the co-pilot's door was too close to the wall to get out, and then she glanced behind Isia, "Isn't Jiaxi here? ?”

"No, she has other tasks."

Ishia got out of the way and let the 'woman' and 'little girl' get out of the car.

These two are not her friends, but Cathy's 'friends'.

One is the owner of the cold drink shop in the Green Olive neighborhood, and the other is a little boy in the neighborhood who claims that Cathy once saved him.

And that corpse was not the old gentleman's corpse, but Nighthawk's corpse in disguise.

Their original plan was to find a 'substitute', find a good make-up artist or disguiser to disguise, and then find a way to make a fake corpse, but they happened to meet the highly skilled 'make-up artist'.

The difficulty of the whole task was greatly reduced because of the existence of this mortician.

However, the funeral director who was able to contact the mortician was contacted by the 'old man' afterwards, so Ishia was not sure whether the mortician was also in the old man's plan.

"We need to hurry."

After the woman and the little boy left, the man with the broadsword jumped down from the monster's corpse. Most of his body was covered in blood. He looked at Isia,
"The key given to me by the mayor is the key with the highest physical authority. They should already be counting the items now. If they find that the key is missing, they will definitely strengthen their defenses. Now it is easier to open the door while taking advantage of the chaos."

"Um,"

Ishia nodded, and she glanced at the time on the bracelet, "Let's go."

They are now very close to the west gate.

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