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Tazito and Mr. 7 sat face to face on the silver chair 10 meters apart.Tazito put his hands on his separated knees and looked ready to listen.

He was thinking in his heart: Mr. 11 must know this immediately.

Their enemy is anyone better than another number, and the situation couldn't be more unfavorable.

Mr. 7 tapped his cane to the ground, folded his hands on one head, looked like a well-bred gentleman, and looked at Tazito with piercing eyes.He looks younger than Mr. 11, but judging from his name, he became a number earlier and belongs to the group of veterans.

Tazito had heard some political gossip about the senior figures.These figures have an extremely complicated background, involve huge interest groups, and have done many unreasonable things that make it impossible to complain.Dealing with them must be done with extreme caution.

If Mr. 7 had anything to appeal to such a dishonorable businessman as Tazito, he could only think of one thing - weapons.He needs weapons, and they cannot be obtained through normal channels.He wanted to bypass the mastermind's surveillance.

And why is this person Tazito, because he is outside the monitoring of the main brain, but his business is in Rhea.In this way, Mr. 7 can obtain large quantities of weapons in Rhea without the mastermind knowing.

As for why he needs these weapons, it is terrible to think about it.

In a short period of time, Tazito thought of this layer and had a bottom line in his heart.They looked at each other calmly, ready to deal with any offensive.

"Look at you," said Mr. Seven, in the tone of an old friend. "Take care of me like a tax officer. Take it easy, Mr. Tazito. Let me enjoy the privilege of being your client, too."

This remark immediately made Tazito understand that his guess was correct.With a social smile, he leaned back in his chair and said, "Lucky Tazito never refuses two things, a reasonable price and a sincere friend."

Mr. 7 said happily: "I guarantee you will have both." His eyes were shining, "Being able to operate in the gray area and do business well means that you have amazing survival wisdom. Especially Tazito Sir, you have established your own dark empire in Rhea, which is strictly controlled, and your talents are impressive! Maybe I shouldn’t say that from my standpoint, but I respect you, and to be precise, I like you.”

Mr. 7's voice oozes enthusiasm, but it doesn't make Tazito let his guard down.

"So, what do you want?" Tazito asked him straightforwardly, not wanting to argue with him.

"Ah, this problem is very easy to solve, so I'll put it at the end." Mr. 7 took off his wide-brimmed hat, still smiling, "What can be solved by a remittance and a delivery coupon?" The problem is not a problem. The real problem is that this is going to be a business," his smile remained, but his eyes cooled, "it's not going to be a ridiculous espionage operation."

Tazito looked at him without moving.Began to realize what his purpose in talking to him was.His body tensed imperceptibly.

Mr. 7 raised his left hand seemingly unintentionally, and gestured a few times around his left eye: "You know, it's not good for a businessman to get involved in politics. I won't even bother to explain my political ideals to you, right? To you, this is like asking the boss to stand up and preach to everyone before the banquet, which is unattractive. What really matters is the addition of a few zeros to the deposit figure. Isn’t it?”

he knows.Tazito thought nervously, he knew the hell of it all.What went wrong?

Tazito thought of the security circle, and the weapons expert named Meg.She must have reported on the banned metal.Most people have never heard of fake eyeballs with communication functions.But that's Mr. 7, the number!

Tazito smiled stiffly and nodded to show that he was right.

"A mistake that ordinary people tend to make." Mr. 7 said, "Once you are favored by numbers, you will forget your place. Numbers have no emotions. We are the gods of this world, omniscient and omnipotent. We don't Will really 'favor' normal people. Sorry I didn't want to offend, I said I respect you and like you with all my heart, but that's different."

"That's the liking of a smart pet," Tazito said coldly.

Mr. 7 laughed: "Look at you, you understand. It may sound sad, but it is what it is. I'm teaching you how to relate to a number. You should expect something tangible, like money, The numbers on your account don't lie. What you shouldn't expect is commitment, trust, even friendship. Numbers have these things, but not to a specific person, but to a group, to the citizens under us. To us No individual is more important than our mission."

The familiar words made Tazito's gaze fluctuate.

"The sad thing is how easy it is for him to make you think you're special, and trust me, numbers are good at that. Then you get so addicted to being special that you'll do anything for him." He sighs, "Yeah ——I have said enough bad things about numbers today, you have to keep a secret for me.” He made a gesture of shutting his mouth and smiled a bit playfully, “You are sober and smart, you are the one at the top of the pyramid Group of people, understand your position."

He stopped talking and looked at Tazito.Several apertures locked on his facial expression, and the analysis found that he was thinking, and his mood didn't fluctuate much.

His words helped a little, but they didn't get to the point. Mr. 7 lowered his eyes for a moment, then raised them again.

"Well, let's be honest," Mr. Seven spread his hands, "and give up 7. I'll let you know why soon."

This remark made Tazito not know whether to continue to pretend to be stupid or to admit it.

"Eleven hates criminals," said Mr. Seven, "especially you, Mr. Tazito. I said this to convince you to be on my side, but you're smart enough to know I'm telling the truth. He used you to deal with the scavengers. We heard his report."

Mr. 7's words made Tazito's heart skip a beat.He was deeply surprised that Mr. 7 knew about this matter, and he did not expect that Mr. 11 would write it into the report.

"I am angry at what happened to you." The smile on Mr. 7's face has disappeared, and he said sincerely and excitedly, "He let the enemy take you away in order to find out the scavengers' lair. Anything can happen."

"You said it yourself, no one is more important than your work." Tazito said so, but dark clouds unconsciously accumulated in the depths of his eyes.

"Mr. Tazito..." Mr. 7 laughed, and his laughter made Tazito's brows sink, and his expression became gloomy.

"My God, your misunderstanding is too big, Mr. Tazito. I did say that no individual is more important than our mission. It means that we will not give up our mission for any individual, and it does not mean that we can do anything for our mission Personal sacrifice. I can assure you that we are not allowed to treat the citizens of Rhea like this. It is not even legally tenable, deliberately causing you to be taken away by criminals is tantamount to murder. You tell any media Disclose this, as long as you have evidence, and his political career is over."

"Could Mr. Eleven be so stupid?"

"You don't understand 11. He's always been that way." He said slowly and clearly, "He hates you, a criminal. A criminal is not a 'person' in his eyes. He thinks anything can be done with a criminal. And because you're the perpetrator, you don't take it to the media because that's going to get you in trouble."

Tazito stared at the man who spoke.

"Let me guess what condition he set for you this time before you agreed to help him." Mr. 7 looked up and thought for a while with contempt on his face, "Will you clean up, or help your subordinates clean up ,Is it right?"

After analyzing the facial micro-expressions again, Mr. 7 knew that he had guessed at least part of it: "It's easy to guess. He is so self-confident that he won't mention a single word of money to you. But will he really clean up for you, Tazi Mr. To. You are a smart man, so I don't need to explain it to you."

When Tazito left the meeting room, he couldn't hide the annoyance on his face.Even if he just signed an order with a sky-high price, it couldn't dilute his anger.He quickly left Area A, found a toilet at random, went in to loosen his tie, and then slammed the door hard.

He stood in the empty toilet for a long time, took a deep breath, then walked to the sink and splashed water on his face with a big stream.

He raised his eyes and saw himself in the mirror, his face was dripping with water, his brows and eyes were full of aggressive expressions, but he was tired because of a conversation.

He had to admit that number was more difficult to deal with than he thought.As Giovanna said, he knows everything.

Infuriatingly, he was telling the truth.And try to sway him with these truths.

What's even more infuriating is that his emotions were really affected.

He remembered the first time he met Mr. Eleven.It was at Fremeny's dinner party. Mr. 11 was invited to give a speech. Standing among a bunch of wealthy businessmen, he didn't talk about the Fuller Index or the stock market, but picked up the unexpected topic of poor resettlement.

At that time, Mr. Eleven looked compassionate and moved countless people, making the speech very provocative, as if he had become the most noble person in the world.After all, rich people occasionally like to care about these distant poverty and satisfy their psychological needs of doing good.

Tazito has always believed that Mr. Eleven is a hypocrite.Now he finally understood. Mr. 11 is not.He has a shadow living on the magic eye star.Unlike those high figures, he understands the real life at the bottom, and has sympathy and understanding for the poor.When talking about poverty, Mr. Eleven's eyes twinkle with genuine compassion.

However, such a politician who seems to have a noble heart can sneak into his mansion that night, take a psychedelic drug that makes people paralyzed when he smells it, and rape him.

It became clear that he might genuinely care about legitimate citizens.But not including him, he is the criminal.Criminals are not human beings, but bastard scum who can be disposed of and treated at will.Just like a prison guard rapes a prisoner, he will tell himself that the prisoner has received the punishment he deserves, and there is no need for any conscience.

Of course, Charles Tazito never needed pity.He is excellent, rich, and full of evil. He does not need to be affirmed or denied by others, and fully understands his own value.

He has encountered far more malice than kindness.The villains are not gentlemen who sympathize with each other.Government officials also despise them while taking their bribes. Mr. 11 is just one of them.

But he was still offended by the words.

This kind of anger directed at Mr. 11 seems to be really stabbed by his actions.Thinking of this fact, Tazito couldn't help feeling annoyed with himself.

He dried his face with a towel, smoothed his hair, and adjusted his facial expression.

He looked normal when he left the toilet, except for a faint chagrin in the depths of his black eyes.

When Tazito showed up at the security checkpoint in Block C, security inspector Tori looked surprised, as if he shouldn't be here.Thinking about his own business, Tazito went straight into the security check circle.

Suddenly the alarm bells rang.The red lights inside the entire security check circle flashed, and a holographic subtitle appeared in the air, warning him that taking one step forward would trigger an attack.Tazito first stopped in surprise, and then realized something.

Tori ran over with his fat body: "Mr. Tazito!"

"I guess my access has been revoked?" Tazito didn't sound too angry, but definitely not joking.Tori smelled danger and stopped a few meters away from him.

"I ask you to take a look at the terminal," Tori said kindly. "You are indeed not on the access list in Area C. The boss must have notified you."

Tazito didn't look at his terminal—it was issued uniformly by a factory area, and there was no possibility of cheating—he knew what would be written on it.No matter where he was transferred, there was only one explanation: this was a trap from beginning to end. Arrange him in Area C, wait for him to show his feet, and then deprive him of his authority. He will never have a chance to get close to Mr. 11.