I will be crowned king

"disappeared?"

In the spacious and bright first-class box, a middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat, scarf, and top hat playfully looked at the officer opposite him who lowered his head and said:

"Captain, did I hear wrongly? The twelve of you, with the spies, funds and intelligence I got you, let a powerless newspaper writer escape into the steam with nowhere to escape. Missing on the train?”

"No, I... we... we didn't..."

The stammering "Captain" had his head buried deep in his chest. The soft and comfortable sofa seat beneath him made him feel on pins and needles at the moment, and thin cold sweat like rain continued to seep from his temples and forehead.

"nothing?"

The middle-aged man's tone showed irritability.

"We didn't lose track of him!" The captain who took courage suddenly raised his head:

"In fact, we confirmed his exact location!"

"oh?"

The middle-aged man, who was pretending to be surprised, raised his eyes and took out a pipe and matches with his right hand: "Tell me about it?"

“During the entire search operation, from the dining car to the last third-class carriage, I left a sentry in every passing carriage to ensure that once the target hid on the train, he would be immediately exposed to our sight! "

Seeing the other party's intention to ask, the captain, who was trembling with nervousness just now, immediately said excitedly and righteously:

"After a car-by-car investigation, it can be basically confirmed that the target is not in any car behind the dining car. It is even possible that he has always stayed in a certain car from the beginning and never left. This is how he managed to escape our strict surveillance. Check."

"From my judgment, he is probably in box three of carriage ten!"

The middle-aged man nodded expressionlessly:

"continue."

Um? The captain was stunned:

"Continue with what?"

"..."

The middle-aged man, biting his pipe hard, asked in a slightly sarcastic tone: "Since you already know the exact location of the target, why are you and me still the only two people in this room?"

"This, this is mainly because... I have to come early to report to you." The captain explained.

"Oh...so it's all because of me that you couldn't catch the target right away, right?"

"Yes..." The captain nodded instinctively, but he was immediately shocked: "No, no, no... that's absolutely not the case!"

"I have arranged for two of my most capable subordinates to go to Box 3 of Car No. 10 to carry out the arrest operation before the search begins. But for some reason, they have not rushed back to report..."

"call--"

The middle-aged man took a long breath, and a puff of smoke blew into the captain's face.

"Cough cough cough..." The choked and struggling captain tried to endure it at first, but soon his face turned red, and he lowered his head and covered his mouth and nose to practice coughing.

But the moment he lowered his head, he suddenly felt a force pressing on the back of his neck.

"boom!"

The unsuspecting captain slammed his whole face onto the mahogany dining table covered with velvet tablecloth.

Click!

The captain with a broken nose didn't even have time to scream. Blood mixed with broken teeth spurted out of his mouth. He collapsed on his back and looked at the middle-aged man with a cold expression in horror.

"My lord, I...ah!"

What answered him was a fierce kick from the middle-aged man, which went straight into the captain's abdomen.

"I've had enough of your incompetence and eagerness to make excuses for yourself!"

Looking down at the captain who was twitching like a worm on the ground, the middle-aged man biting his pipe raised his hand to take his cane from the sofa, and put it between the captain's eyebrows with a cold expression:

"I can tolerate a subordinate who is capable but likes to make excuses, and I can also tolerate a loyal retarded person, but I cannot tolerate a traitor who is mentally retarded and likes to make excuses, and the plan I have devoted countless efforts to is in vain!"

"Captain, you have fully proven that you are a moldy orange, so don't let me have the slightest doubt about your loyalty - from now on, I will be responsible for the entire plan, and you will only be responsible for obeying orders. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes..." The captain, whose mouth was full of blood, nodded repeatedly, looking horrified and not daring to hesitate at all.

"very good."

The middle-aged man, too lazy to look at him again, threw away the blood-stained cane in disgust, sat lazily on the sofa enjoying the scent of tobacco, and took out a silver-plated pocket watch from the inner pocket of his coat:

"Ten minutes...recall all the men you deployed on the Iron Sky in ten minutes. Before catching Draco Vertes, the carjacking plan is temporarily cancelled, and all efforts will be focused on finding the suitcase he carries. .”

"There is important evidence in there that the Guards bribed and extorted members of the Privy Council. Once it is exposed, the fate of the entire Guards will not be as simple as disbanding!"

"O-obey!"

The captain, whose face was covered with blood, struggled to get up. He didn't forget to pick up the cane that was thrown on the ground. He wiped it clean bit by bit with his sleeves and handed it over with flattering hands:

"But my lord, if the carjacking plan cannot go smoothly, wouldn't the Privy Council..."

"This has nothing to do with you!"

With a cold snort, the middle-aged man took his cane and glanced disdainfully at the trembling face:

"First of all, I did not agree with this stupid plan from the beginning - to rob the Iron Sky, and let the Guards take full responsibility for the entire case, so that the Privy Council cannot immediately abolish it... It sounds pretty good."

"But what if the Privy Council refuses to let the Guards take charge of the entire case? What if the royal family decides not to side with the Guards and instead goes to appease the nobles and hand the case over to some guy who has no connection with the case?"

"This is a time of life and death for the entire Guards. We must not place our hopes on a fictitious train robbery. If the Privy Council is really going to take action against us, they must first see clearly what they have to pay for it. cost!"

Holding the pipe in his right hand, the middle-aged man's cold lips suddenly curled up slightly:

"Captain, have you ever heard of the name Ludwig Franz?"

The captain lowered his head and raised his eyes cautiously: "You mean... Archbishop Luther's son?"

"Yes, that's him." The middle-aged man nodded slightly and looked out the window:

"He fought a victory at Fort Thunder that exceeded everyone's expectations, and took nineteen days to recapture the fortress that was crucial to the Southern Army; it won't be long before the news of his victory will follow this group. The train arrived at the royal capital together, causing an uproar, right?"

"By then having an archbishop's father, his reputation in the royal capital will reach a level unimaginable by ordinary people. The entire Franz family will take advantage of this to take a further step, and the army will have no reason to suppress him."

"But... I heard some very interesting rumors." The middle-aged man sneered: "About this shocking victory, maybe it is not as simple as it seems..."

"Ludwig Franz's army is likely to be mixed with some Old God organization."

"Old God Sect?!"

blurted the shocked Captain.

"Da da da!"

At this moment, there was a crisp knock on the door in the box.

The silent middle-aged man said nothing, while the captain, who was covering his wound, turned around and pressed the door handle of the box with a somewhat resentful look.

The moment he opened the door, a slightly thin young man with black hair and brown eyes appeared in front of him with a smile.

The frowning captain was stunned for a moment, and then a look of astonishment appeared on his face: "You, aren't you the one from the dining car..."

"puff!"

Before he finished speaking, the smiling Anson stabbed his throat with a bayonet!