Chapter 2496: Critical to Amethyst (19)

Chapter 2496 is critical to Amethyst Nineteen
At the same time (?), over the Mediterranean.
"Hey, almost to the center of the Mediterranean?" Albert, who was still sleepy, seemed to be fine, and suddenly blinked at this time.
"Yes." Gusta, who was driving the iron ride, glanced at the map and replied. The positioning system is showing that their location is almost at the very center of the Mediterranean Sea, and it should reach the top of the Mediterranean Sea in ten minutes after the speed of the iron ride.
I have to say that Albert's computing power is even stronger than Gusta's imagination. He probably relies on the speed of the iron ride and the distance from Cairo to the Mediterranean, but the timing is really accurate.
"Trouble you to slow down," Elbert said.
"Is there any plan?" The Tiger Man Hanusta slowed down the speed of the iron ride.
"Well," the Tiger youth did not return, but took a thing out of their own tactical belt pocket.
Gusta looked back curiously and found that it seemed to be something heavy. No, it should be a prop, but it is bound with a very heavy weight.
"this is?"
Boom! Haven't answered Mr. Gusta's words, Albert has already thrown the heavy-weight props into the sea.
"Hey, don't pollute the environment." The tiger man was helplessly spit out the channel.
"That's not rubbish," Elbert replied. "On the contrary, it is an item that has deep contact with me."
"Amount, and you just throw it into the sea like this?" Gustad couldn't help but wonder: "It doesn't seem to be slipping. Is it going to get it back?" Now it hasn't sunk deeply."
At least 16,800 feet in the deepest part of the Mediterranean Sea, the average depth of the Mediterranean seabed is more than 4,800 feet. This depth has an amazing water pressure. Once the items fall into the sea, they will not be salvaged in time. It is not convenient to salvage, you must use professional diving equipment to salvage. What's more, a small and heavy piece of props falling into the sea will move with the current, eventually sinking into the deepest part of the Mediterranean, and will always sleep. Elbert threw it into the sea like this, and I guess I can't find it anymore.
Since he said that it is an item that has deep connection with him, it should be quite important and have great commemorative value. But why do you choose to choose this kind of opportunity and discard it in this place.
"Although you seem to be deliberate, I still can't understand it." Gusta could not help but wonder: "Is it related to the lady? Just throw it away, it means to cut off the love, no longer in the future. Go care about her?"
"No, it's not at all." Albert said with a wry smile: "I was very distressed after the thing was lost. But I have a plan that must be done to get things done, and it must be a sacrifice that is deep with me. The item to be contacted will work, otherwise some [power] will not be able to start smoothly."
"I don't understand." Gusta whispered. He doesn't know anything about magic, and he doesn't think that Elbert, who is an orc, can use magic.
"Hahaha, don't care. We will continue on our way." Albert continued to laugh, and the laughter sounded like a smile.
"If you feel comfortable," the tiger man whispered, and stepped on the gas pedal to accelerate the iron ride. After Albert "remains" an important item, another iron ride drags out the long tail light and continues to cross the Mediterranean at an alarming rate.
"Goodbye." Albert whispered in a low voice that he could only hear, looking back at the sea behind him. The props that tied the heavy objects have already sunk into the bottom of the water. Now even the waves that swayed when the water fell into the water no longer exist, and were completely covered by the original waves on the Mediterranean sea.
Only by paying the most precious things can you get the power equal to them. This is the price of strength.
In the Mediterranean waters, a staked prop is sinking into the water at a considerable rate, and it is driven by the currents. According to Albert's calculations, it should be fixed by the Mediterranean center. Brought to a very deep trench, and finally quietly sleep on the bottom of the sea, lost forever.
Along with the heavy objects, it is a medal, a gold arrow shape medal. As the only one of the "Warcraft Hunters", Albert was officially recognized on the day he was personally presented to him by the Hunter Association President Nitro.
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In the number of spring, summer, winter and autumn, this medal was accompanied by him, just as his entourage Luf walked with him. The cat man, Luf, often borrows this medal and carefully polishes it, and again and again, half-joking and half-heartedly telling Albert, one day, he will have the same Medal of honor.
Today, this medal is engraved with magical runes by Albert, and the runes are provided by the Holy Spirit White Tiger. It is a special medium, and only this kind of token that is more important to life than Albert is qualified to be such a medium. He made such a huge sacrifice in order to complete one of his next plans - to subvert everything, to make the disadvantages favorable, and to make plans for victory. If the plan can be carried out as he expected, I will wait until I arrive in Lviv.
At the same time, the northern suburbs of Cairo, the coast of the Mediterranean.
"You don't even hit a light?" Palamidis arrived at the meeting place, but saw the sparsely-defending ten rebel forces on the coast, led by their leader, Preston, in a piece. Keeping in the darkness.
"This is more convenient for hidden operations." Preston knocked on the night vision device worn on his head. Through this high-definition night vision device with far-infrared illumination, he can clearly see the Paramitis in the dark in the dark environment, and even see the costumes of the big cat---Silver Wing The texture of each clothing on the geek suit. He put the same precision instrument into the hands of the Leopard Warrior, and thought that even the Paramegas, a big cat that had night vision ability, had to wear the right equipment for the night.
Paramitis took the night vision, but did not wear it directly, just hung it in front of his neck. Fortunately, this thing is surprisingly light, and may itself be made of lightweight aluminum alloy. He is still very confident about his night vision ability as a leopard. Although the surrounding environment is very dark, there is still a moonlight tonight, and he can still let him see the surrounding environment.
"What kind of transport tool do I want?" he asked.
"Here." Preston said again, pointing to the small equipment on the side. That thing is more than double the size of an ordinary iron ride. If Paramitis is sitting on it, it must be like driving a toy car. But its surface has a strong matt coating, although it has been placed there for a long time, but because of the darkness of the night, Palamidis barely found it, and thought it was a flat reef on the seashore.
"Is this thing running fast?"
"The speed is average, but it uses the latest electromagnetic force propulsion engine, which works almost completely without sound, and does not leave a conspicuous tail light like the iron rider using a photon explosion engine."
Indeed, this lightweight and understated design is perfect for covert operations.
"Our troops will also be dispatched tonight to attack the city hall in Cairo." Preston said again. "Of course, just to create a riot, attract the attention of the Egyptian government. You will blame us for making riots." Take the time to find the officials in the list and recycle their artificial components."
"Understood." Paramitis replied. It seems that Preston is also desperate.
"Although our plan has been completely disrupted, but everything is not desperate. I believe that you have a silver-winged geek, you must be able to turn the tide, let this plan of the hanging knife back to the right track." Preston Said: "The opportunity is only tonight, this is the biggest action of the Rebels, and it is also the most brilliant event in the history of the Silver Wings. I hope we can succeed together."
"Yes." In the face of the aggression of the rebel leader, Paramitis replied in an understatement. Instead, the group of rebel forces beside Pryston heard the leader say that they were all emotionally uplifted, raising the weapons in their hands and swearing silently.
If these guys are told that their leader is only an arms dealer and speculator who intends to make war money, they have not overthrew the mind of the Egyptian government. What will these gangs react to? Paramitis couldn’t help but wonder. But he remained silent and felt that there was no need to intervene in the chores of other organizations.
"Whether this is correct or not, at least a group of corrupt officials are filthy [to step down]." Paramitis held the list in his hand and whispered.
"Well? There is no corrupt official." Preston replied: "In the hands of the replaced officials, the honest people are the majority. The real big corrupt officials are almost human, not replaced. Adults make people."
"Hey?" The big cat said that he was already on the small snorkeling iron ride, and he settled on the seat.
"Official officials who can easily buy money with money don't need colleges and minds to replace them with artificial people. It is good to buy them directly with money. It is because some officials can't move their money, and the college will replace them with artificial people. "Preston said: "The replaced officials will definitely play the show and make them look like the original real people, without revealing a bit of clues. So these officials were left with a cheaper and honest administrative style. Even if there are occasional exceptions, it is generally not a big official, at least not a direct official of the college.
"Some officials with smaller positions will also be replaced by artificial colleges by the college?"
"Yes, because it's one of them [experimental]. They are constantly replacing some irrelevant little officials with artificial people, and gradually eroding the entire government." Preston continued: "But this is not what you should Concerned things, Silver Wings. First go to the man-made people's officials in the hunting list."
"Understand." The big cat whispered, and as soon as he stepped on the gas pedal, his mount slowly rose. Sure enough, the small iron ride that was modified for stealth operations has almost no engine sound, and the low whistling sound is even overshadowed by the surrounding sea breeze and the sound of the waves.
Paramitis drove this small iron ride in a slightly sloppy posture, and began to move forward after rising to higher altitudes. His entire figure was protected by an extinction enchantment unfolded by the iron ride, allowing him to join the night with the iron ride. Even if he was flying at a relatively fast speed, he could only hear the whistling wind that passed from his own ear.
Egypt, Egypt, Cairo. In the darkness of the dark clouds covering the mid-moon of the moon, a silent hunting began quietly.