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The head of the intelligence service, Colt Mosotius, has been troubled recently.

His status has plummeted recently due to matters in the correction department of the royal capital.

The emperor no longer listened to his opinions, and the ministers no longer paid attention to his eyes.

The head of the external department, Moore Cantera Dilius, pointed his nostrils directly at Colt.

They were very difficult to deal with before, but now their relationship is even worse.

However, Colt could only endure it.

There was nothing he could do until he redeemed his reputation.

"Is things ready?"

In a hall that was so spacious that no civilian could even imagine it, Colt's face was mixed in the darkness and he said in a deep voice.

In front of him, kneeling was a man wrapped in black clothes, his face not shown.

Those who work in their profession, if their faces are seen, will suffer no other consequences than death.

"Yes, we are ready for everything."

"Evie Gray must die, there will be no second possibility."

The man in black lowered his head and said.

"Don't let me down, otherwise, you should know what the consequences will be."

"yes."

The man in black responded and backed away with his head lowered.

He knew that Colt didn't like people looking directly into his face.

"I will definitely get my status back."

"The departments in the royal capital will return to the hands of our reformists."

"Your Majesty, please look at me."

Colt muttered, clenching his fists violently.

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Outside the mansion,

Arno glanced at the unrealistically large house and curled his lips.

Although I had roughly understood it from the information I received from Evie, seeing the degree of exaggeration with my own eyes was still different.

"You don't hide your corruption at all."

"It seems that the so-called reformists can only go so far."

Wrapping up his clothes, Arnold turned around and left the house some distance away, hiding around the corner.

Important government officials, members of militant factions, and idle people in society...

Arnold saw all kinds of people coming in and out of the luxurious mansion.

It seems that although Colt's status has declined, he is still much higher than others.

"That's not okay."

"As a member of the empire, I can't stand this kind of scene."

"People should be equal, how can we differentiate between high and low? This is not healthy."

Arnold muttered as he engraved all the faces of the people who entered the mansion into his memory.

The sun gradually began to set in the west, and the dazzling and warm light was slowly swallowed by the darkness.

The moon will replace the sun and stand at the top of the world.

After waiting there for a while, until it was confirmed that no one entered the mansion again, Arnold walked out of the corner.

He quietly walked around the mansion a few times, pretending to be strolling around, and roughly understood the structure of the entire building.

"It's heavily guarded."

"Except for those with status and acquaintances, the only ones who can travel unimpeded are the newspaper delivery guys."

Arno thought for a while and left temporarily.

He took a taxi to the center of the business district. He first walked to a deserted alley, changed his face to Yanmo, and then walked out.

The commercial district is prosperous, unparalleled anywhere in the empire.

The central area is bustling with prosperity, with various private companies setting up camp here.

It can be said that most of the country's wealth is concentrated in this small area.

However, this is also convenient for Arnold.

With a look of disgust on his face, Arno walked to a building in a hurry.

The security guard stopped him responsibly.

"Excuse me, please show me your ID badge."

"I'm looking for someone."

"If you are looking for someone, please register here and explain your specific purpose."

Arnuo did not embarrass the other party. After casually writing "business needs to be discussed", he gave the security guard three gold coins and walked in.

"What can I do for you?"

The girl at the front desk said.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with light makeup on her face. However, in Arno's opinion, her eyebrows were drawn a bit thickly, which covered up her original charm, and instead showed a look that was not quite like her. A consistent sense of stability.

This makes people's perception somewhat fragmented.

"I'm sorry, can you inform your boss? I have something I want to discuss with him."

He casually took out an ID card from a violent organization and waved it in front of the front desk, and Yano said with a pretended serious expression.

The front desk looked at the ID, was stunned for a moment, and nodded quickly.

Soon after, the elevator door opened and a middle-aged man walked out.

He hadn't even taken two steps when a somewhat astonished expression appeared on his face.

"In this case, that should be enough."

Arno put down the eyebrow pencil in his hand, gently wiped away some debris near his eyebrows with his fingers, and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Are you the boss of this company? I have something I want to talk to you about."

"May I ask you are?"

"Yanmo Noine."

Arno smiled.

With some hazy eyes at the front desk, he led the middle-aged man into the elevator.

…

"You mean to say that you want us to make continuous one-hour deliveries this evening about the mansion you described?"

The middle-aged man looked a little embarrassed. At first, he thought it was his own fault, but now he was talking about business.

At this moment, the man's sophisticated businessman instinct was revealed.

Of course he couldn't agree to the deal proposed by Arno, but he had to make a deal no matter what.

"I'm afraid this business doesn't meet our regulations."

After hearing this, Arnold understood, so he smiled.

"I don't think you quite understand."

"I'm not here to discuss business with you. You have no right to refuse me."

Arno's smile was cold, as cold as the muzzle of the gun pressed against the man's forehead at this moment.

"Stop your tricks, it doesn't work for me."

"I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language."

The middle-aged man was sweating on his forehead, but he still didn't believe that Arnold dared to do that.

He was used to being domineering. Even if he made his employees work twelve hours a day without paying them wages, no one would dare to do anything to him.

So, he doesn't believe it.

"Sir, this is a "reasonable" society."

The man forced a smile and said.

boom,

Smoke filled the air,

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

Arno calmly looked at the hole in the other person's forehead and said calmly.

"Fuck your mother."

"Let's talk to the King of Hell about our reasoning."

"There is no reason in the empire's world, only in hell."

As he spoke, Arno put his hand on the middle-aged man's body.

The attached skin activates,

Soon, Arnold's appearance became exactly the same as that of a middle-aged man, and there was no difference even in his genes.

"Well, that's it."

Taking out the unconditional asset transfer agreement that he had prepared in advance, Arnold pressed the fingerprints of his middle-aged man.

As the fingerprints were pressed, a mysterious aura circled around Arnold and returned to the agreement.

This is the empire's anti-counterfeiting mechanism. It remembers the aura of the middle-aged man and ensures that there is no abnormality in this transaction.

After that, it's just a matter of pressing Arnold's own fingerprints.

"This is equality."

"There is no difference between you and ordinary civilians in my eyes."

"Power and wealth will not harden your flesh."

"And as long as a hole is made in your body, the power and wealth will no longer belong to you."

Arno looked at the middle-aged man's body, took out the magic scroll and burned him to death.

"—Now, they belong to me."

"Only mine, alone."

After muttering a few words to himself, Arno sat on the seat that originally belonged to a middle-aged man.

"Now, have someone come to my office immediately."

Pressing the pager, Arno imitated the man's tone and said.

Now it was Colt's turn to bring him health and equality - death.