I Will Be The Crowned King

"That...isn't this different from what we said at the beginning?"

With two light coughs, Draco Wilts, who was standing at the door, looked a little embarrassed.

In the messy room, the corpse of the dead middle-aged man lay in a pool of blood, his bulging eyes and his long mouth seemed to be still telling the last moment of fear before dying.

At the other end of the box, the corpse of the captain who was also pierced by the bayonet in his throat was curled up.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the stench of incontinence after death made Draco's stomach surging with embarrassed expression, desperately restraining the urge to vomit.

At the beginning of the implementation of the plan, the two made several plans, and decided to consider the situation according to the situation.

The first is to confirm the arrangement of the guards in the Iron Sky, and the other party's next plans and preparations only by eavesdropping without entering the first-class box;

The second is to sneak into the box when the other party is leaving. The so-called most dangerous place is the safest place. If you can temporarily incapacitate a few key figures in the Guards, you can also solve the problem invisible. middle.

The third is to rush in, control the box without causing commotion and noise, try to negotiate with the guards while doing it, and convince the other party with words or fists.

The three options range from cowardly to reckless... Then the man in front of him chose the fourth option.

"why?"

Draco, who was holding back his vomiting, asked.

"No reason."

With a light snort, An Sen, who didn't look up, said in a flat tone, "I changed my mind temporarily, it's as simple as that - killing people can't make trouble go away, but it can make troublemakers go away."

"This middle-aged man and the captain who met me in the dining car before, are the executors of the entire operation on the Steel Sky. The two of them are dead, and the remaining guard officers are not worth mentioning. Your biggest trouble is solved."

"Well, it seems so."

Draco nodded and sat down on the sofa opposite Anson, his mouth trembling slightly under his raised eyes: "But it's not just because of this, right? I want to know your real reason."

"No, you don't want to." Anson refused flatly, his calm gaze never left Draco's face:

"Because you already know."

Draco, smiling dryly, said nothing, neither admitting nor denying it.

The guard officer holds the information that there is the Old God faction in the levy - even if this is just suspicion, Anson can't let this big trouble go back alive.

Judging from the intelligence from Draco's mouth, the current guards are just a group of mad dogs that are starving to death, and if they see anything that looks like a bone, they will pounce on it for their lives.

Under such a premise, power and status are no threat to them, and even more attractive to them; after all, the more powerful people are dragged into the water, the more likely the guards who have been on the verge of being abolished will survive. high.

As for Draco... Anson didn't mean to hide it from him - the two are now cooperating, not to mention that for a family who can judge their identity only by observation, deliberately denying it is like taking the initiative to admit - but it is not Going to tell him more.

"By the way, you don't seem to tell me yet, how do you know this guy is in the first-class box of the Steel Sky?"

Anson deliberately changed the subject.

"I have no idea."

Draco, who smiled slightly, made the originally heavy atmosphere in the box a little more cheerful:

"But for the Guards on the brink of being abolished, the 'Train Robbery' was a foolish but vital plan - if they were smart enough, they wouldn't do it; if they were smart enough Pay attention, then you won't just assign a small captain to be responsible for the whole plan."

"So I think there is at least one general with a high rank on this train who is in charge of the overall situation; if not, it proves that the so-called 'big train robbery' is just a target thrown by the Guards to lure some Forces that want to take advantage of the fire to take the bait."

Draco spread his hands to the sides of the sofa, and the smile on his face deepened slightly: "It turns out that I think too much."

"These guards are just a bunch of moldy oranges!"

Anson couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"As for why it is a first-class box, of course it is because this is the end of the entire train, so as long as this gentleman is not the kind of person who can condescend to hide in the third-class box, it will not be difficult to find him at all." Draco glanced. Looking at the corpse of the middle-aged man on the ground:

"Look, like I said before - I'm a family, I don't care about the truth, I just care about what happens next."

"Like I don't care if the incident that killed my last family member was really what the papers said, or if it was to hide some 'truth' - he died, but the story about him was just Start."

"I'm going to keep writing, so that this unfortunate story can have a fairly happy ending."

"The plot is too tragic, but it will affect the sales of the newspaper."

Draco blinked, a bright, sunny smile on his face.

Anson, who silently stared at him, could not see any grief or bitterness on that face.

"This is the end of the chat, it's time to discuss the next plan." Draco changed the conversation:

"The lunch time of the Steel Sky is 12:00 noon, but it is now 12:10. There is still no movement at the dining car, so it is very likely that the guy who was bought by the guards changed the lunch time."

"This will have a consequence: the hungry gentlemen and ladies will leave their boxes one after another and go to the dining car to find out. The whole dining car will gather three or four times more people than usual."

"They'll be noisy, they'll complain, they'll chat with people in other boxes, and they'll order a glass of wine and stay in the dining car for a long time."

Draco Wilters, leaning on the soft sofa, is like a storyteller by the fireplace~www.readwn.com~ smiling and calmly narrating the story that has not yet happened:

"This is the plan of the Guards - to take advantage of this time difference, they only need to control the dining car to control the vast majority of rich people on the Steel Sky, extortion and extortion to make big news."

"And we can totally take advantage of that."

"You mean..." Anson raised his brows.

"I will be responsible for attracting the attention of the vast majority of people in the train, and then you will be responsible for taking care of the remaining guards on the Iron Sky - according to them, there are at least nine remaining." Draco shrugged. :

"Of course, it's not as simple as it seems. You have to deal with nine well-trained professional elites, and your only help is our innocent and lovely Miss Lisa Bach, she... uh..."

"She looks very confident!"

Recalling a corpse that was stuffed under a chair in the second-class box, the strange-looking family stammered and changed his tune.

"..." Anson.