Chapter 356 Reporting Work
The first person to report on the progress of the work was Nero Bacchus, who was responsible for leading a group of resentful and resentful retired soldiers.
"Report to the commander!" This man, who was once a private in the Fifth Fusiliers of the Berkshire Brigade, still had not gotten rid of the habit in the army. When reporting to the commander, he had to stand up straight, raise his chest, raise his head, and roar in his voice.
"According to your instructions, all the accessories from the Nan'an Industrial Zone factory have been transferred to the main factory, and during this period, we have worked overtime to completely assemble the remaining spare parts in stock!"
"Forty percent of the share has been delivered by my followers to the three teams of radicals who have been contacted in advance. According to the results of my meeting with the leaders of the three parties, they will launch an armed revolution at the agreed time."
"Twenty percent of the shares have also been scattered and placed deep in the warehouses of various military factories along with the resistance knowledge you wrote. No one was aware of the entire process."
"Twenty percent of the share has quietly flowed into the black market. The people taking over are all well-known black market weapons dealers. I believe they will be able to sell the weapons on hand before the Anti-Suppression Bureau tracks them down. most."
"And the most important 20% share, that is, the batch of sacred weapons containing the power of blade casting, has also been buried in the location designated by you."
Nellobacchus continued:
"But there is something unplanned that I need to confess to you... Before the meeting started, I took an uncontrollable nap."
"But this is not from my original intention, nor is it because I am too tired recently, but there is an irresistible and powerful existence that leads me into the dream."
"I saw the raging flames burning like blood, I saw the huge furnace beating like a heart, and I saw the great fighter who was as hot as magma."
"The Great One seemed to have misunderstood something. He placed the credit for today's riot in the House of Lords on my head. He said that the resistance and changes I planned were very good. He was willing to lead me through the Stag Gate and be promoted to the line of Golden Generals. The knower.”
"Oh, is there such a good thing?" The young man obviously did not open his mouth, but a hoarse and deep voice directly resounded in the minds of everyone at the round table.
"So what's the price?"
Nerobacchus slowly shook his head and said: "There is no price. The Great One does not even require me to surrender to his account, nor does he require me to offer my loyalty and life, nor does he require me to completely believe in the Golden General."
"The Great One only has one small condition... that is, when I meet the colonel's followers in the future, I must destroy them without any spare efforts."
"But today's riot in the House of Lords was entirely planned by you, sir. I think it would be inappropriate if this credit goes to your subordinates?" Nerobacks asked hesitantly and with a slight struggle. : "I don't know what you think, sir? Do you need your subordinates to inform the Great One of the details of this matter???"
The young man smiled happily and said, "Of course not!"
"This plan was proposed by me, but you, Nero, are the real executors. You deserve to be promoted to the Master of Blades through this."
"You must know that the one who knows is the true beginning of the path of invisible art!"
"Besides, after being promoted to the Master of the Golden General, Nello, your strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds. Whether it is for you, for me, for your ideals, or for the future of the club, Nello, you will bear the credit. They are all decisions that are most reasonable and in line with long-term interests!”
Nellobacchus looked at the real smile on the face of the chief's son.
I just felt that compared to the gentle smile of the commander in the past, the commander's smile seemed to have a little more joy from the heart at this moment, so I thought that this should be the commander's true thoughts.
A soothing smile finally appeared on his face, he nodded heavily and said, "I understand, sir! I will agree to the great man's conditions and be promoted to a knower under the Golden General, pursuing struggle and change. Way!”
"Report completed!" Nerobacks sat back in his seat.
The boy turned his head to the white-haired girl who was closest to his seat. The third eye on his forehead blinked slightly, and his young face showed a kind smile like an old father's. "Little Anna, how did you do your work?"
"Father, I have followed your instructions, disguised as a newsboy and running around the city, distributing a small part of the firearms made by Mr. Nero and others to those hopeless people living in dire straits. The pain in their hearts makes them want to wait. The self-destructive anger is as conspicuous to me as small moving icebergs." Anna pointed to her snow-white eyes, ever since she followed her father's instructions and inhaled the rising emerald smoke of the dark green firewood. , the whole person's five senses also seemed to have undergone some kind of change.
Her sense of smell seemed to be able to smell the pain in people's hearts... It was a bitter and sour smell, like bitter melon and coptis broken into juice and then mixed with rotten blood and bile and frozen into ice. Anna couldn't help but wrinkle her little nose every time she passed by these people.
Her vision seemed to be able to see the resentment in people's hearts... It was a cold yet thick color, like gloomy gray-white ink clouds lingering on the foreheads of mortals.
Her sense of touch also seemed to be able to detect the sorrow that mortals buried deep in their hearts and did not want to express. Pictures that would only seem ridiculous to little Anna seemed to flash through her mind quickly with physical contact.
However, little Anna rarely uses this ability. She doesn't like to come into contact with those dirty mortals. It will only make her unable to control the desire for destruction in her heart and want to kill all these disgusting guys in front of her.
"While delivering newspapers, I also sealed the secret knowledge written by my father with a small piece of ice to hide the obvious power fluctuations, and then put it into books in different used bookstores."
"As of today, Anna has distributed a total of twenty-three weapons to awaken grief, and has sealed and spread thirteen pages of secret knowledge!"
"That's right! Father, I have already given the letters you asked me to prepare to other letter boys to deliver. And don't worry, that dirty little kid with a runny nose all day long will never report us. , after all, he has...hehe."
Anna raised her little head and looked into her father's eyes, as if she was waiting for her father's praise... Hehe, father, why don't you praise me quickly!
The boy, or the eyes on the boy's forehead, obviously noticed the girl's desire for approval, and controlled the young body to reach out and stroke the girl's supple head, "Well done, little Anna is great!"
Emma, who knew everything about the past, looked at the hypocritical love between father and daughter/brother and sister, and almost felt sick to her stomach, and there was a subtle hint of disdain in the depths of her eyes.
But this small change in this moment was obviously caught by the young man's keen third eye. He slowly turned his head and looked at the girl who had learned to maintain a false smile. He also showed the same false and indifferent smile and said:
"What about you Emma, how is your recent work going?"
"It seems that until now, I haven't noticed that you have completed the preparations for establishing the Secret Cult?"
"Have you forgotten the order I gave you before?"
At first glance, the young man's smile seemed as warm and harmonious as a ray of sunshine in spring, but the girl suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill, as if there were countless thin and dense needles mixed with the other person's words, seeping into them. Her pores pierced into her bone marrow... It was a severe pain like a thousand arrows piercing the heart!