From the onslaught of giants to the heavens and the world

Chapter 143 Concealment
A few months ago, a conference room in the Middle East.

Shaking the butt on the cigar, a middle-aged man wearing a strange hat and a big beard coughed twice and held the cigar in his mouth.

Taking a last look at the men with hideous faces in front of him, he sighed, finally picked up the pen, and signed his name on the paper in front of him.

"The power of the anti-giant cannon is incomparable. It's good for you stupid Marley dogs to know this, so as to save you from being unwilling when you pay for it." The bearded man said, "The one sold to you is only one of them. If you want more, show your sincerity."

"What sincerity?" Marais officers said, "Say what you want to say."

"Land." The bearded man took down his cigar, and arrogantly pointed the lit cigarette butt at the Marais officer in front of him, "Don't pretend to be stupid, I don't care about other countries, but you have to return the land of our Kuril country little by little. Come back. And...give us a giant."

"It's impossible!" Officer Marais said firmly, "You should understand that we can leave right now. So please make a reasonable request."

"Then get out!"

"I can give you land!" One of the Marais officers almost shouted, "[-] square kilometers, no! [-] square kilometers!"

"15 million square kilometers."

The bearded man was almost joking.

"Fifty thousand." Malay's military president said with a cold face, pushing forward the agreement in front of him.

The bearded man stretched his head to look.

"A truce?"

"This is a declaration of war."

"What's the meaning!!"

The bearded man stood up and said angrily.

The president sat quietly, looking at the table indifferently.

"We have tens of thousands of giant warriors. If we can't recapture the ancestors for the world this time, then we will release these tens of thousands of giants to the Middle East 24 hours a day. Your cannon, heh, is nothing."

Hearing this, the bearded man became nervous and sat down quietly while the people around him were not paying attention.

"Deal," he said, sighing.

If the Middle East Alliance is really united, they are really not afraid of those giants with their bunkers.

But the problem is that it is always difficult for human beings to stand on a united front.

Even now, there are always countries that want to seek personal gain.

For example, the country of Shizel.

"That's right." The president closed his notebook, which contained many pink piglets.

"He who understands current affairs is a brilliant man." He said, and walked out of the conference room under the surprised eyes of everyone.

As soon as he walked out the door, he threw the book full of pink pigs in his hand into the trash can.

Surrounded by reporters, he smiled and waved.

"Malay, what are your current plans for the future?"

"There are rumors that the Daiba family is the one in power in Marais. What do you think?"

"Is the world really going to stand on a united front against Paradee Island?"

The president didn't think much about these issues.

He took the initiative to take the phone.

The reporter was a little dazed.

On weekdays, when faced with a reporter’s answer, the person representing Marley’s highest authority would hold the “accordion” with both hands, babbling a lot of nonsense answers—such as “disinfected water can be drunk” and “malaysian” Lai is the freest country" and other things that cannot be reached, and finally ended with the sentence "The Eldians are the virus of the world".

Eldia.

Eldia.

Eldia.

demon.

demon.

demon.

Some reporters have calculated that the president uses these two nouns hundreds of times a day on average.

And every time the reporter forced him to answer the question.

And now, he actually took the initiative to answer, or in other words, grabbed the microphone?

"Since everyone wants to know so much, then I will tell you." The president said confidently, "Malai's future plan is to concentrate all military forces on Parade Island. At the same time, I can tell other countries that if Taking advantage of Marley's danger, please rest assured that the egg will definitely hit the stone. But it doesn't matter if some information tells you, everyone is going to die anyway."

"What does this mean?"

"A lot of people are rumoring that the Daiba family actually controls the Marais, but this is a mistake. In fact, Marais is controlling the Daibar family. Moreover, as the rumors say, the Warhammer Giant is lost, and the Jaw Giant is also gone. It is lost, and the armored giants are also lost. We, Marley, only hold two giants and an army of [-] giants."

"Excuse me! What happened?!"

"The thing is very simple. The Eldian, Roger Aikam, stole the three giants, the jaw, the armor, and the war hammer, through unfair means. In addition, it seems that the super-large one is also in his hands. Now, I would like to ask everyone, what do you think will happen if such a person is given the power of the original giant?"

Hearing this, the reporters started discussing one after another, and the cameras kept shooting.

"Too dangerous!"

"Just like King Frieze back then!"

"But! Isn't Roger Ackham from your Marais containment area?!"

"Fuck you Marais! You fucking bastard! You can't even poop cleanly, and you still want us to wipe your ass?!"

"Damn Eldia dung pig..."

"But he's right, it's time for the world to stand together."

The scene gradually became chaotic.

The president stretched himself, took advantage of the chaos, and walked out.

There was someone waiting for him outside, a strong body, wearing a bodyguard uniform, and a small red pimple between his eyebrows.

After walking far out the door, the president tore off the fake skin between his eyebrows, revealing the red pimples on it, which were exactly the same as those on the forehead of the man waiting for him outside.

"What did I say?"

"Let's just look good."

"Ah ha, I think Master Dio will be very happy."

"You are not worthy of mentioning Lord Dior's name. You are nothing, not even as good as Lord Dior's hair."

"You said so."

The president is still smiling.

"After today, the world should pay attention to Roger, and then Marais can use an excuse to launch a general attack."

"It's enough to lead the ancestor. As long as you find the coordinates of the ancestor, Lord Dio can do it yourself. But Roger Ackham must be slashed by me."

"Ah, I'm really looking forward to it."

"Expectations? What's the matter with you? You're just a ridiculous puppet."

"I'm sorry, please don't blame me." The president apologized. "I have always been your admirer, especially your ability. Every time I see it, I am very excited."

"Okay, if you're afraid of flattery, don't say anything in the future."

The two walked straight to the car, and suddenly it was as if their identities had been swapped. The bodyguard turned back into a bodyguard, and the president turned back into the president.

"Please get in the car, Mr. President. I have prepared your favorite black tea in the car."

"Ah, thank you very much,

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"my dear,
"Polk."

(End of this chapter)