split sky ride

Chapter 398 - Supreme Council

"Kesina, this has nothing to do with you, don't get involved!"

The Neanderthal patriarch didn't want to involve innocent people, so he rarely said a few more words, not like the usual spitting words.

The loss of the "prisoner" poison has serious implications, and the current situation in the clan has become confusing. There is still no clue as to who colluded with outsiders (the "water bear" organization is highly suspected) and leaked the poison.

Basian took advantage of his limited waking time and made as many arrangements as possible.

"Ah? Yes, yes!"

Kexina looked at Patriarch Basian and opened her mouth wide, but the hairs on her back stood up involuntarily.

She was not a participant in the great war more than 30 years ago, but a tribe born after the war. From the beginning, she enjoyed a peaceful and comfortable life, and even a little rich life. She didn't have so much mentality to face cruel struggles. Prepare.

Although satisfied with the current life, Kexina, who has learned about the history of the ethnic group, vaguely knows that despite the fact that the Neanderthal clan is almost free-range, the patriarch and elders only retain the auspiciousness of existence. Things, either nothing will happen, or something will happen.

I just heard about the antidote, could it be that the patriarch was hit...

She no longer dared to continue imagining that the several famous poisons in the family were quite terrifying, and some of them didn't even have antidote. Nothing can be done except death.

The mobile base vehicle stopped next to the replica version of the Supreme Council building, attracting the curious eyes of many tourists and locals.

"Chen Fei, three wheelchairs, thank you!"

Adrian was worried about leaving the liaison officer Rossi and the big black Apu in the mobile base vehicle, so he simply called Chen Fei, a tool man.

Evolving into three wheelchairs is not a big deal at all.

On the floor of the carriage, like a [-]D printing, three wheelchairs floated out, one chair with two large, two small and four wheels, without technical content at all, even if there were no samples in the "Element Body Evolution Database", Chen Non can also evolve with imagination.

After the generation is complete, the "vehicle" item of the "element body evolution database" automatically adds the item of a single wheelchair.

In addition to the way of absorbing prototypes, there are other ways to add samples needed for re-enactment to the "element evolution database".

"..."

The liaison officer Rossi, who couldn't even make a sound, was carried into a wheelchair, with a severe dementia appearance with crooked eyes and mouth.

Although "Punisher" is not immediately fatal, it is a rather strange and vicious poison.

The 04 team pushed three wheelchairs and entered the building of the Supreme Council through the barrier-free passage. Most of the non-Neanderthal guards knew Basian, the current patriarch. The Dets were ceremonially allowed to enter without a ticket.

Tickets for visiting the Supreme Council, 20 star yuan for adults, half price for children under 12 years old, thank you!

There are so many people in the reservation who want to eat, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with the former highest authority of the Neanderthals becoming a tool for making money. Isn't the ultimate use of power for making money, it's not shabby!

"Kesina, inform everyone that this place is closed and cleared."

Basian, who has always been the patriarch of the mascot, used his power rarely this time.

He is the sole owner of the nominal property rights of the reserved land, and even the Presbyterian Council, which exercises the power of the Supreme Council, is nothing more than an acting executor.

Of course, most of the time, the main job of the elders is still to show off the old and show off the old, to let the tourists from afar understand what happened to the highest authority of the Neanderthals. .

"Oh, I see!"

Kexina, who became more and more aware of the seriousness of the situation, immediately let go of her feet, and while running, she shouted: "Emergency, the patriarch has ordered, stop business, clear the venue and close the hall!"

The migrant workers pretending to be Neanderthal warriors looked at each other, but Kexina was a pure-blooded Neanderthal, and she sent a message in the name of the patriarch, probably something important happened, and they still stopped Tourists enter the arena, and at the same time invite out the building of the Supreme Council for the tourists who are already inside, and some complaints are naturally inevitable.

Because the people who performed it were not Neanderthals, it is not easy to find fault with words such as racial discrimination.

The interior of the main hall of the original version is enough to park forty or fifty mobile base vehicles, but here, twenty vehicles at most is already at most.

Today's Supreme Council is more about exhibitions and performances than about power.

"Basian, what's the matter with you?"

On both sides of the starry sky red flame flag, voices from the elders' seat echoed in the hall.

The elders of the twelve ruling tribes were all on the scene, some of them even experienced the battle more than 30 years ago, and they were immersed in the previous half-truth and half-fake performances, when they were suddenly interrupted, and their mood Naturally not very happy.

"I am Patriarch Basian, someone violated the clan rules!"

With the help of electric speakers, the weak voice of Neanderthal chief Basian was amplified enough for everyone in the hall to hear.

A gloomy old guy said: "It's you, the patriarch, who violated the clan rules, right?"

The solemn and dignified atmosphere and the strange tone made it difficult for people to tell whether this was a performance or a real verbal expression.

Kexina, who was standing at one entrance of the hall, turned pale, and she could tell that this was not an act, but a gunpowder-flavored dialogue between the elders and the patriarch.

"Someone colluded with outsiders, made a secret forbidden medicine in the clan, and spread it. You idiots, don't you understand what's going on?"

Basian, who was burning with anger, was completely different from the Neanderthal patriarch in the eyes of everyone in the 04 team.

The inventory of "prisoners" was destroyed 30 years ago, and the formula was taken away and sealed. Now the pharmacists in the clan only have healing medicines and medicines for diseases. For non-incurable diseases, they are still somewhat unique. However, due to the mass extinction of the prehistoric world, many animals and plants perished. Even if there is no prescription, it is difficult to reproduce it.

The "prisoners" who suddenly appeared this time did not know who found the secret hidden prescription and properly sealed materials. This is nothing to the Neanderthals who are trying to integrate into the Blue Star civilization. A good thing, and it may even be the origin of a real catastrophe.

"Are you joking? Basian!"

There was no respect for the Neanderthal patriarch in the gloomy voice.

"I have been poisoned by the 'prisoner', Elder Mo Tong, should you give me an explanation."

Basian glared at the Cro clan elder.

"'Prisoner'?"

"how is this possible?"

"Is there such a thing?"

"Who did it?"

The seats of the twelve ruling tribes were full of noisy voices as if they had exploded.

There were not only the elders of the twelve dominant tribes, but also leaders of some small tribes, all of whom had nothing to do and came to collect the appearance fee. One hundred star yuan a day, just a personal show. The reservation is operated according to the enterprise. It's not a big deal for these people at all.

If so, this time a major incident broke out unexpectedly. Some people took out their mobile phones and began to ask outside about the situation, each inquiring about the news.

Mo Tong, the elder of the Cro clan, was like a cock that had been strangled, blushing and stammering: "This, this, this is impossible, Basian, this has nothing to do with me, I didn't do it, you Don't talk nonsense, hehe, maybe you are deceiving me, you are not poisoned at all."

He has noticed the gazes from around him.

Poisoning the patriarch is undoubtedly a felony. Even the elders will be executed on the spot according to their autonomy, right?

"'Prisoner' only has 1 hour of waking time a day, and I have 15 minutes left. Where is Lie Xingnan witch doctor? Why hasn't she come over yet?"

On the way to the Supreme Council, Basian contacted the most outstanding witch doctor in the clan.

The other party may have the antidote formula for "Prisoner", of course, there is another possibility.

The panic expression on the face of Motong, the elder of the Cro clan, quickly receded, and he said with a sneer: "Today is not April Fool's Day, please don't make such cheap jokes in this sacred place, it's not funny at all, our patriarch! "

"Punisher" is the poison used to execute the traitors of the Neanderthal tribe, which makes the traitors who are tortured step by step to death in despair, but now the patriarch of the Neanderthal tribe has been poisoned by such a poison, which is equivalent to being poisoned. The label of a traitor, how is this different from the emperor personally raising the flag to rebel against himself, it is too ironic.

"Nicos, did you find anything?"

Adrian, who deliberately stood behind the people, lowered his voice and asked the blond lady next to him in a low voice.

"Then who made the 'prisoner' in private and secretly handed it over to outsiders? Jian Dong? Tra Anmon? Mabun? Sita..."

Basian looked around at all the people at the elders' table, and announced their names. There were opposition groups in the clan, and even people he trusted. Anyone who was suspected would not be let go.

"Patriarch, I swear by the red flames in the starry sky. I, Mabuen, have never violated the clan rules or betrayed Neanderthal!"

Qiu Clan Elder Ma Buen is a member of Patriarch Basian's lineage. After he took the lead in swearing his position, others followed suit. For a while, almost everyone in the elders' seat and the small tribe's seat swore that they would stand with him. Poisoning the patriarch has nothing to do with it.

With full firepower of mind reading, Nicos von Sasanna stared at the people on the high platform, trying to distinguish whether anyone was lying or absent-minded, trying to capture their micro-expressions and small movements.

The rest of the 04 team were secretly on guard to avoid accidents.

After a long while, he finally said: "No, not at all!~"

No one who can become a patriarch is simple.

After making various arrangements on the way, Basian rushed directly to the Supreme Council to lift the cover, trying to maximize the role of his waking moments, and also to cooperate with the Blue Star Global Joint Defense Committee, one of the experts who are best at spying on people's hearts , A-level psychic supernatural being Nicos von Sasanna, in order to identify whether there is a defection in the upper echelons of the ethnic group.

Once the two or five boys are identified, not to mention the Blue Star Joint Defense Committee, even Basian himself will not let the other party go.
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