I Will Be The Crowned King

"boom!"

The heavy iron fist fell on the sturdy conference table, and in the Guards headquarters shrouded in cloudy clouds, dozens of officers sat on both sides of the long table, silent.

The commander of the Guards, with his fists clenched, was half-squatted in front of the table. His rough figure and half-bald head made his posture seem oppressive, and he glanced at his subordinates with the gloomy eyes of beasts patrolling their prey.

He is loyal... hardworking... capable subordinates.

"And then, failed?"

"Everyone, you waste so much energy, make such a big noise, and then tell me you failed?"

"No no no... You didn't fail-because you didn't catch him, you didn't find his suitcase, you didn't know where he fled, you didn't know his general route of action, let alone Know what he's going to do next."

"You don't even know Mao!"

"So now who... can tell me why this is?!"

The trembling officers did not dare to utter a word. They lowered their heads cautiously and looked at the commander who had been driven into hysteria by more and more bad news from the corner of their eyes.

In addition to fear, there are more grievances - Wangdu Central West Station is the largest steam train platform in the inner city of Clovis, with thousands of people passing by every day.

Even mobilizing a regiment or division in a place like this would be a fantasy to control everyone entering and leaving the station, let alone a completely unremarkable home.

Of course, no one dared to open up such a "reasonable" explanation.

And the commander's roar continued:

"I warn you, we are now at the juncture of life and death! The royal family has abandoned it, the Privy Council is pressing step by step, and the Church of Order is on the sidelines - we can't count on anyone now, we can only rely on ourselves!"

"And I really don't want to repeat it 10,000 times here, how deadly is the intelligence that Draco Wilts has in that **** home!"

"Catch him! Kill him! Shoot him and hang him! I don't care what you do, or how far you can get to it - three days, three days I'm going to see this guy sitting on me In front of me, regardless of life or death!"

"Understand?!"

Looking at the pair of eyes dodging him, the angry commander felt infinite anger burning in his heart.

Although it makes no sense.

Bringing Draco Wilters back won't immediately reverse the situation of the Guards. Now that the royal family needs to win the war with the Empire, it needs to get a Privy Council composed of nobles and wealthy classes, and an order with sufficient cash and resources. Church support.

The nobles and wealthy people and even the church urgently need stable and good security in Clovis City; as long as the security problems in the royal capital are not alleviated, the persecution of the guards will become better every day.

The commander knew very well that he could not improve the security of the capital right now.

Then the only thing he can do is to pull others into the water, and at the same time divert the attention of the public, especially the Privy Council, as much as possible.

Postponing the passage of the "City Public Administration Act" made the Privy Council and the royal family fear the serious consequences of disbanding the Guards, and dare not act rashly without completely tearing their faces.

So Draco Wilts must die!

"Well, now is not the time for quarrels and tantrums. We must be pragmatic to save the Guards from being disbanded."

The commander who calmed down his anger a little, a sonorous voice echoed in everyone's ears: "That **** home has received a lot of important information, but unless he finds a suitable buyer, he will never dare to show his face easily."

"Until then, we're safe - so you nerds, tell me what else do you know?"

The officers who looked at each other were silent for a long time, and finally someone slowly raised their right hand:

"I... uh... our friends in the Privy Council secretly sent people to send news. Recently, the Privy Council is preparing to issue a new plan to implement a tax reduction plan for various security companies in the capital to encourage the development of this industry."

"And Clovis Cathedral is also applying to the Privy Council to establish a semi-independent guard force after the last Red Brick Street riot."

It is indeed a big trouble... The commander nodded with satisfaction, and motioned the officer who spoke to sit down:

"Notify our friends and ask them to delay the passage of this plan as much as possible, but don't hinder it too much; these security companies are annoying, but maybe they can help us to some extent."

"As for the Church of Order... Well, let them toss it out on their own, anyway, even if they have money, they don't have many qualified soldiers now - what else?"

"We have obtained the passenger list on the Iron Sky, and a detailed record of the entire incident: the causes of death of thirteen Guardsmen on the train, all suspected participants and all willing The signature of the person attesting."

The commander, who frowned slightly, took the record from his subordinate, and under a series of names, vividly recorded a bizarre train murder case: a low-level officer who was dissatisfied with the status quo of his life, got the whereabouts and handle of a former colleague. Afterwards, he was going to take the opportunity to come to blackmail, but because of a series of accidents, it eventually turned into a murder of the same death, and thus implicated more than a dozen colleagues who had nothing to do with this incident...

It's basically a ridiculous and flawed lie that you can tell at a glance to cover up the truth.

But for some unknown reason, this lie has been unanimously approved by nearly 100 passengers on the entire Iron Sky. There are even many nobles and wealthy businessmen who are noble, and even the guards need to try their best to win over. They are willing to sign this **** Home testimonials!

It's so unreasonable!

Such absurdity and vulgarity are only worthy of appearing in Clovis Facts!

"What do you want to say?"

The ugly-looking commander glanced at the subordinate.

"I think we can start with those who are willing to testify for Draco Wilters." The officer said cautiously:

"First of all, these people are almost all in the inner city of the capital, and they are all serious people~www.readwn.com~ It is not difficult to find them; secondly, if I am Draco Wilters, in After getting such important evidence, I will definitely go to these people for help.”

"So, my esteemed commander, I think it is completely possible to surreptitiously monitor the movements of people related to Draco Wilts on the train, and it will not be difficult to find his whereabouts."

Looking at the subordinate who was getting more and more excited as he talked, the commander who pondered for a moment nodded slightly, and a smile finally appeared on his terrifying face.

It's uglier than crying.

"Very good, this proposal is very good! Guys, you have to start something - starting today, follow this list and act, for the sake of the future of all of us, you'd better let me see some results as soon as possible! "

"Yes--!!!!"

A uniform roar sounded in front of the conference table, and at the same time, countless pairs of eyes were secretly squinting at the officer who just spoke, and there was a hint of pity in the eyes staring at that face.

It's like prisoners who are about to escape from prison, watching the only fool who is still serving his sentence obediently.