Chapter 606: Twelve. Conference, dance (36)

Realizing that being tracked was an instant matter, it was too late to feel it. A bald man in a black business suit, a red tie and black glasses appeared in the deserted alley exit.レm♠思♥路♣客レ just thought about turning around and leaving, but found that the retreat behind was also standing with two people with the same dress.
There are garbage and excrement dumped at random. The bodies of cats and dogs attracted large groups of flies to dinner. The dense "buzzing" of the wings caused human instincts to be physiologically disgusting, and the pungent odor even felt piercing.
Normal people will never want to take a walk in such a place, not to mention that the three people look suspiciously dressed, no matter how ignorant of the world, Minerva will not believe that this will be an accidental encounter.
Was it Walsingham? Or Richelieu's men? Still... It’s not wrong, that mechanical atmosphere and signature dressing has long told others who they are. Minerva was observing the opponent's actions while thinking about the tactics of getting out.
"Please go back, princess."
There was no ups and downs sound, a woman wearing black women's business clothes, carrying a black box, and a long pony tail flashed from behind the bald man who blocked the alley, looking for her appearance, figure, and clothing. A woman with no obvious characteristics said:
"Not only His Majesty the King and Prime Minister, the President is also worried about your hasty travel."
"I won't go back."
Minerva categorically refused, and secretly smacked his lips while being annoyed by the other's rudeness. In advance, it was estimated that V.e was under the eye of Albion, but he never expected that the company could search for himself so quickly. It's as high as ever, as high as hateful efficiency.
It is completely miscalculated.
Swallow the frustration of failure. Minerva clenched her fists.
"Please think about your position, as well as the current subtle international situation. If Alpion finds that a princess of a potential enemy country enters his capital, what will be the consequences..."
The woman took a step forward. Although she faced Minerva, her sight and consciousness did not intersect with it. There was no Minerva in her eyes, she just read lines to the air.
Such a person cannot communicate-so muttering in his heart. Several attacks are almost ready, and at this moment, the woman suddenly disappears from her eyes.
"Don't waste your energy."
The empty sigh dissipated in the air, and the question of "how is it" just appeared in his head, and a warm scent fluttered in his ear.
"While talking while preparing for a sneak attack, creating chaos, waiting for an escape-this is a reasonable tactic. But in front of stick insects, your disguise is meaningless."
In nature, there are no shortage of insects that are good at raid and camouflage, such as "flower mantis" is one of the best. Lepidoptera and stick insects are also masters of camouflage. In some natural observation records, there are even examples of mantises stepping on stick insects to prey on katydid, which shows the success of their mimicry camouflage.
The killer in the name of "slubby insect" has a similar ability. Since his birth, he has a thin sense of existence and is easily ignored by people. After strengthening reorganization surgery, this quality has been further improved. Once the ability to "breath kill" can be launched, it can be separated from the senses and the surgical methods used for observation. Becoming a general "invisible man", even walking around in front of the crowd. It will not be discovered by anyone.
The stick insect, which reappeared, pressed a piece of cold metal against Minerva's back, a small box she had been carrying in her hand. It is now fully unfolded, revealing the ugly face of the foldable submachine gun. As long as the trigger is pulled, 30 rounds of 9mm caliber pistols will penetrate Minerva's body in 1 second.
"Stop it, how can you be so rude to the princess."
Smooth, clear, and with a hint of mocking sound, the stick insect quickly gathered the gun and bowed respectfully.
The neck turned in the direction of the stick insect salute, and a man's back reflected Minerva's pupil. The man was dressed in a black suit similar to slugs and other people's styles, but the stitch work was much more advanced. With the attitude of slugs and other people, it should be a person with a considerable status in the company. Listen to the sound, this man should be quite young, maybe as big as himself.
There are young people of considerable status in V.e-apart from Roland, as far as Minerva knows, there is no such person, but this black man is obviously not Roland.
The air whizzing around the man was chilling, which was very different from Roland's warm sense, and was different from anyone known by Minerva. The quiet back even made people feel a little empty and horrible, but the girl felt a faint acquaintance.
"It's really sorry to make Her Royal Highness surprised. However, Stick Insect is telling the truth."
Seemingly perceiving the line of sight behind, the immobile back said:
"As long as the treaty has not been signed in a day, the confrontation between Charlemagne and Albion cannot be lifted. In order to make the treaty more beneficial to both parties, they will grasp all the pawns at their disposal and use all the scornful means. . This also includes the option of'kidnapping a queen girl of great value, forcing your opponent to follow her.'"
There is no room for discussion of ethics in the political world. Minerva, who received emperor education since she was a child, already knew about it, and she didn’t need to repeat it. She knew the risks of this trip, but what she said next Let her be speechless.
"Of course, Your Highness can use the rhetoric of "I have to do this to stop the war" to rebut. Then, ask here. If you block the plan of the Prime Minister, but because you are left by the Albian strong Staying a few months, which caused Charlemagne to be at a disadvantage in the negotiations, and finally signed an unfavourable treaty, and even led to war. By that time, in the face of a country that was caught in turmoil due to your impulse, there are thousands of corpses The number of survivors several times the number of corpses. Can you still say "I am for peace"?"
All the rebuttal choked in the throat, and the slightly opened mouth could say nothing.
The unexpected weight was on my heart. Although she lived a life isolated from the folks and received the education that "the royal family is the country, like faith, higher than all things in the world", she is still only a flower girl. Since meeting Roland, she has witnessed the deaths of others and has been in close contact with death. After understanding the weight of life, the old ideological framework has begun to loosen, and now it is difficult for her to whisper the value of others' life as in the past.
The knees that support the body are a little soft, and Minerva gritted his teeth tightly to prevent him from losing his gaze.
"It seems that His Royal Highness has not found an answer to this, nor can he talk about enlightenment... Well, this kind of thing doesn't matter whether it is good or bad, but it is only part of the common sense of the world. Some young people have time to think about."
Understanding the voice of the girl's self-esteem made Minerva's body tremble, his right hand in black gloves raised, and his fingers shook with a few sheets of paper.
"Here are a few P-floating boat tickets to Charlemagne. You can take any company to return to Charlemagne. You can use them as you need. If you don’t plan to return to Charlemagne now, just collect them. Then give this report to your fiance."
The understated man let the bald man turn over the paper. The man on the back pressed his forehead and gave a pleasant laugh:
"It's such a good boy, I want to talk to you more if I can, but unfortunately—"
The empty right hand touched the rib, and after a thousandth of a second, a silver tube was exposed between the left elbow and the flanks.
"It's time to leave."
The almost grinning voice announced that the silver-plated imitation Walter P38 automatic pistol shot successively. In the dull sound of a burst skull, five blood pillars with mixed brain contents sprayed from the heads of Albion agents. At the next moment, the red and white liquid spilled like rain, leaving disgusting graffiti on the ground and walls.
Before the body lay down on the ground, the back man, bald man, and stick insects had disappeared like a burst of smoke. Only Minerva was left untouched until she could see the face of the teenager who was running towards her, and she shivered like she was awake at first.
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After hearing Minerva's retelling, Roland had a firm grasp on the matter.
Li Min is most likely to be in contact with Minerva. When he encountered the shipwreck caused by the "sea monster", he already vaguely felt what action Li Lin might be taking, and now it seems that it is Li Lin who has personally entered the battle.
Until now, the rhetoric like "That guy has the guts" can't be said. The top priority is to find the stolen jewelry as soon as possible and let everything go back to the original track, otherwise...
To remove the terrifying images of earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, meteorites falling, monster landings, etc., Roland looked at the paper left by Li Lin, and Gloria hurried away.
"Let me see what is written on ~EbookFREE.me~. What... 2 houses collapsed, 1 burned, 34 wounded, 13 seriously injured, 5 fractured, 6 burned, spine Two people damaged...Who wrote this? What did they write? It’s really dark."
After looking at the beginning, Gloria escaped in a hurry. As she said, the paper was full of unfortunate content, making people have to think whether the guy who wrote these things had some kind of psychological obstacle.
"The other party named Roland to see it by name. It's not always just to show off this piece of paper just to show off his secret mind."
Favna plugged in. Although she didn't know the relationship, the keen sixth sense told her that the piece of paper would never be simple.
Roland nodded and was about to say something. A roar came from the alley in the distance, and the smoke and fire flew into the air instantly. After two or three seconds, the screaming and chaotic ripples spread rapidly on the streets of Lundym.
In an instant, Roland understood what he was in his hand, and the right hand that gripped the paper shivered slightly.
That was written in advance-the casualty report of the explosion.