Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 706 Horse Racing: Gun of Morning Light IX
Terra calendar 1591.2.05.
In the meeting room of the New Manhattan Cultural Commission, an angry rant was taking place.

Adelaide Kurd, the fat director of the Cultural Committee, had a flushed face and his body was almost swelled to bursting with anger. His expensive dark gray suit was so tight on his fat body that it looked like it would burst at any time.

Boom, boom, boom! ! ! !

Boom, boom, boom! ! ! !

At this moment, his big palms kept slapping the table, making a deafening sound. The staff in the conference room all lowered their heads, sweating profusely.

"Liberation Hoofbeats! These lunatics! These damn traitors, do they really think they can turn the situation around?"

The cultural director roared angrily, pointing with trembling fingers at the threatening video playing on the virtual projection screen in front of him.

"That bastard Mikhail Garcia, did he think this farce could scare me? Indiscriminately attacking horse girls? Threatening everyone? Is he crazy? These infected people are a bunch of lawless wild dogs, they should have all been hanged long ago!"

His face was distorted with anger, his eyes were bloodshot, and sweat flowed down his fat neck, soaking the collar of his shirt.

His voice was low but could not be ignored, carrying a fierceness and coldness that came from absolute power.

"Look! Look at what they are doing!"

He pointed at Mikhail on the screen and gasped in anger.

"They're going to ruin the horse racing! They're going to plunge all of New Manhattan into panic and chaos! This is a blatant declaration of war against us! A declaration of war against the federal government and against the authority of Adelaide Kurd!"

He slammed the table hard, the sound was like thunder, and his tone became more violent:

"They attacked my blood network, destroyed my base, and killed my people! How dare these sons of bitches provoke me again and again?"

Adelaide wiped the sweat off her face and glanced fiercely at everyone in the room, looking for someone to vent her anger on.

He growled:

"How dare these infected people be so arrogant! They are not resisting, but crazy! Mikhail has gone completely crazy. What he wants is to destroy the entire order and completely subvert the social structure we have established! If we don't uproot him, this group of lunatics will sooner or later sweep across the entire federation."

Adelaide gasped, his eyes fixed on Mikhail on the virtual screen, his voice becoming more and more vicious:
"They want to turn the racetrack into a burning ruin? Great, I'd like to see who falls first! Gather all the Rangers."

"Gather the four major ranger teams: Shadow Blade, Blaze, Venom Bee, and Raven."

He stood up suddenly, his heavy footsteps shaking the floor.

Standing across from him were the leaders of the Blood Network Rangers.

The leader of the Shadow Blade Team, a slender middle-aged man, frowned and said cautiously:
"Sir, are you sure you want to mobilize all the forces? The current situation is serious. The Liberation Hoofbeats have launched multiple attacks, and even--"

"I don't need your nonsense!" Kurd interrupted him, his fat face flushed red, and his thick pig's hoof slammed heavily on the table.

"Mikhail has already dug up all our secrets and posted our affairs on so many genealogy forums! Now the Rangers' affairs cannot be covered up! Do you think you can shut them up by closing a few forums?"

"We not only banned multiple forums, but also locked related keywords."

The leader of the Raven Rangers standing nearby spoke.

She was a gloomy woman with a face covered with scars and cold, heartless eyes.

"Will it work?" Kurd asked with a sneer, waving his fat palm into the air, his tone full of sarcasm and anger.

"If it weren't for the fact that the Blood Love Network incident involved too many high-ranking figures, we would have been crushed by the giants of the Federation by now! Do you think that blocking a few posts can solve the problem? Don't be naive."

Just yesterday, Liberation Hoofbeats released a video through the "dark web", publicly announcing responsibility for the attack on the horse racing event and exposing the secret kingdom and troops built by the director of the Social and Cultural Committee hidden in the New Alliance.

The Blood Guards, also known as the Rangers, are an elite force secretly formed by Adelaide Kurd to specialize in dark missions related to the infected.

The force is not formally affiliated with any government department or committee and is entirely controlled by Adelaide personally.

Most of the members of the guard are human mercenaries, violent elements from the bottom of society, and even some infected people who voluntarily surrender to Adelaide.

The main task of the Blood Guard is to execute secret orders for Adelaide, especially to suppress, assassinate, and kidnap those infected groups who dare to resist the cultural isolation policy, as well as to manipulate politics and businesses through threats of violence and bribery.

In addition, they are responsible for protecting Adelaide's personal interests, including controlling the "blood network" he secretly established.

As the director of the Cultural Committee, Adelaide Kurd maintains a superficially righteous image in public, secretly controlling the infected and related black market transactions through the blood network.

He is the absolute leader of the organization and all actions must be approved or instructed by him.

The structure of the blood network constructed by the Kurds is sophisticated and complex, like a huge spider web that firmly controls the fate of the infected.

Among them, the most terrifying are the four terrifying troops he kept in captivity, those elite forces known as "Rangers".

Shadow Blade, the name of this team makes the infected community shudder.

Their mission is to assassinate and eliminate all infected leaders who threaten Adelaide's rule.

Flame, just like the name, is a team full of violence and destruction.

Whenever protests break out in the infected community, the Flame Team will arrive like a storm, bringing explosions, fire and chaos.

They destroyed the spirit of resistance, suppressed the spark of hope, and left behind only scorched earth and fear.

The flames burned everything, including all resistance in the hearts of the infected.

Poison bees, their weapons are invisible poison gas and biological weapons.

Ranger Team 3 sneaks into the enemy's stronghold and infiltrates the toxin into the air, food and water.

The infected person will gradually become weak, lose consciousness, and finally die in pain.

The appearance of the Poison Bee Team is always accompanied by unexplained deaths. They are like the venom of the god of death, slowly seeping into every corner.

The Dark Ravens, the most mysterious task force, do not participate in direct combat, but control every line on the battlefield.

The Ravens excel at psychological warfare and information warfare. They steal intelligence, disrupt communications, forge news, and create internal chaos and betrayal.

They can make their enemies kill each other without taking up arms.

The impact of the blood network is not limited to violence.

Its tentacles extend even deeper into the economic, social and even cultural spheres of the infected.

Through a series of means, the Social and Cultural Committee has kept the infected in New Manhattan firmly under his control.

Communities of infected people are confined to areas of poverty and despair.

The impact of the blood network has gone beyond simple violent suppression. Like an invisible chain, it is deeply embedded in every street and every corner of the New Manhattan area, firmly locking the fate of the infected people therein.

This is not just a deal of blood and darkness, but all-round control at the economic, social and even cultural levels.

In the infected community of New Manhattan, the depressing atmosphere almost solidified.

Every infected family is confined in a dilapidated slum, like a never-ending cage.

These areas are surrounded by high walls, and the government claims that this is to "control perissodactyly and protect citizens", but everyone knows that this is just an excuse to isolate the infected on the margins of society.

Poverty and despair spread like a plague, and the infected struggled to survive in cramped rooms.

Kurdish minions are secretly active in these communities, controlling every penny of income and every job opportunity for the infected.

The infected can only accept dangerous, low-paying jobs - diggers in mines, machine maintenance workers in factories, and even porters on construction sites. They are forced to accept any job that requires their super physical strength or the special abilities brought by their high distortion rate.

If anyone tries to resist, they will soon disappear mysteriously without a trace.

The most terrifying thing are those infected people with extremely high deformity rates.

The more their bodies are alienated, the more likely they are to become high-priced commodities on the black market.

The Blood Network's slave smuggling gangs prowl these communities like hounds, specifically capturing these infected people and selling them to underground arenas or secret laboratories.

Those deformed infected people are often injected with unknown drugs and subjected to inhumane experiments in order to stimulate their potential abilities or make them test subjects for certain weapons.

These infected people have no future and can only survive in hellish experiments until they completely lose their humanity.

All this is for Adelaide Kurd's power game.

By oppressing and exploiting the infected, the Kurds have accumulated huge wealth.

These riches not only made him the secret ruler of New Manhattan, but also allowed him to thrive in political struggles.

He carefully wove a web of corrupt relationships to secretly transfer these illegal income to senior officials in the federal government, paving every brick on the road to higher power with money.

In Kurdish's blueprint for the future, he will become the borough president of a new Manhattan special administrative district within three years.

Since the advent of the New World, the New York region has been re-divided into five special administrative districts - New Manhattan, New Brooklyn, New Queens, New Bronx and New Staten Island - based on trade relations with hubs and border areas.

Each administrative district represents huge resources and economic interests, and New Manhattan, as the core of the hub, is particularly rich in resources.

The top brass of the Federation are well aware of what the Blood Network is doing, but they don't care and even welcome it.

The breakneck growth of New Manhattan requires tough measures, and Adelaide Kurd is the man with the blood on her hands.

His blood network provided the federal giants with a steady stream of wealth, helping them to advance the expansion plans of the New World Racecourse.

In the eyes of these giants, the Kurds are a reliable "white glove" that does all the dirty work for them and removes all obstacles.

“How many tycoons accumulated capital by serving as white gloves for others before they came to power?”

Adelaide Kurd often comforts herself in this way.

He believed that he was just a tool of the federal giants, and everything he did was just instructed by the higher-ups. He was just fulfilling the intentions of those authorized people and making these ideas concrete.

He didn't think he was wrong, and even felt that he was still walking the path that countless successful people had walked before - as long as he was patient and obeyed orders, sooner or later he would reach the top and become the master of the New Manhattan.

But now, the situation is completely out of control.

The riot of the liberation hoofbeats spread quickly to every corner of New Manhattan like a fire that ignited hay.

He once firmly believed that he was in control of everything, and that these angry infected people were just chess pieces in his hands, and that he could put out the turmoil at any time as long as he wanted.

However, the development of the situation was far beyond his expectations - the train had derailed and was speeding towards the abyss along a crazy track.

All of his routes of retreat were cut off, and he realized that he had nowhere to retreat.

Mikhail's public attack dealt Adelaide's secret kingdom an unprecedented blow.

This secret kingdom thrives in the shadows, never truly exposed to the light of day.

Everyone knows that the oppression of the infected, the operation of the blood network, the slave trade on the black market... are all part of this kingdom. The top leaders of the federation have also benefited greatly from it, but as long as it is not made public, as long as no one punctures this window paper, then everything can continue.

But now, Mikhail has torn off this fig leaf.

The workings of the secret kingdom were exposed to the public, like a rotting corpse being dragged from its grave.

The truth that was once covered up is now revealed, and those politicians and businessmen who once provided blood transfusions to the Kurdish blood network now have to temporarily withdraw and stay out of the spotlight.

His kingdom no longer exists in the hidden shadows, but is put under the spotlight and scrutinized by millions of people.

A secret, even if everyone knows it, will "not exist" as long as it is not made public or announced.

But now, the kingdom has been exposed, it is crumbling under countless gazes, and Adelaide Kurd is standing in the ruins of the kingdom, at a loss.

The uncrowned king of darkness has now become the target of public criticism.

He could sense that those allies he had trusted were beginning to withdraw from his protection.

Even the senior officials who once relied on him gradually distanced themselves from him.

He knew that once he lost these protections, endless revenge and reckoning would await him.

The train couldn't stop, it was out of control, heading towards a future he could no longer control.

And Mikhail's counterattack, like a detonated bomb, tore his world into pieces.

He suddenly realized that he might become a victim in the game of power.

"Mikhail Gasiyuan, his existence and the sound of liberation are a mistake."

The pig-like director roared, his fat face twisted with anger.

"The Rangers must act thoroughly, quickly, and cleanly. I don't care what they do, but Mikhail and his damned lackeys must be dealt with within a week."

Adelaide Kurd now has no way out.

"We're ready." Shadow Blade's voice remained calm, as if this was just an ordinary cleanup mission.

Adelaide leaned over his desk, supporting it with both hands, his fat body looking even heavier.

"Listen, you guys are my only trump card. If you screw up, we're all screwed."

His voice was low but warning, like a beast trapped in a corner preparing for a final counterattack.

"Flames, poisonous bees, dark crows, all of you, come at me, and go all out. I don't care how many people die, I only care about the result. Let those wild dogs know that their doom has come!"

The rangers followed the order and retreated in an orderly manner, leaving Adelaide alone in the room. His eyes fell back on the virtual screen, where Mikhail's face looked extremely ferocious. Adelaide clenched his fists, making a "crunching" sound.

The power of the Blood Network is still in control, and now he can only rely on violence and fear to regain control of the situation...

He thought through gritted teeth, taking a deep breath, a sickly gleam in his eyes.

"Either they die, or I win."

Today is the second day since the conflict between the Liberation Hoofbeats and the Cultural Committee officially broke out, and a bloody war is quietly beginning.

From the outset of this conflict, it was foreshadowed what kind of hell the bloody battle of the coming week would be.

The actions of the Liberation Hoofbeats were swift and violent, attempting to awaken the infected by disrupting horse racing events and exposing the dark side of the blood network.

The Cultural Committee, through the Blood Network and the swift counterattack of the Four Rangers, used ruthless assassinations and repression to try to snuff out all the flames of resistance.

The flames of war have already begun, and no one knows how this war will end. The only thing that is certain is that this will be a bloody battle that neither side can easily escape from, until the earth is stained with blood, and the victor will pay a heavy price.

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January 1591, 2 in the Terran calendar.

New Manhattan Municipal Building.

This was the third day of the conflict, and the intensity of the fighting had suddenly escalated.

As violence escalated, both sides entered a life-and-death all-out counterattack phase.

This day became a symbol of violence and death, with both sides wielding their knives wildly in despair and anger, trying to completely destroy each other.

The night in New Manhattan is quiet and depressing, and the air is filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Mikhail stood in the shadow of a tall building, overlooking the city.

His eyes were cold and crazy, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was enjoying it all.

Under the night sky, members of the Liberation Hoofbeats have begun to act. They quickly sneaked into several strongholds of the Cultural Committee, preparing to carry out a deadly bomb attack.

Mikhail planned and directed the terrorist attack personally, and the cronies of the three directors of the Cultural Committee became their primary targets.

At midnight, three limousines bearing the Commission's insignia sped through the streets of New Manhattan, unaware of their drivers and their entourage.

Their every move was monitored by the sound of liberation hooves, until a loud bang tore through the silent night sky - the first car suddenly exploded when it was driving on an overpass, flames shot into the sky, the car body was instantly blown to pieces, metal fragments flew everywhere, and flames illuminated the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third cars also exploded.

The entire block was shaken by the huge explosion, and people leaned out of the windows and looked at the sudden disaster in horror. The flames of the explosion illuminated the night sky of New Manhattan. Among the three directors' confidants, one died on the spot, and the other two were seriously injured and fell to the ground, and the blood stained the street red.

"Let the flame purify everything!"

Mikhail stood in the distance, watching the destruction coldly, with an irrepressible ecstasy flashing in his eyes.

This was his most direct challenge to Adelaide Kurd. The Hoofbeats of Liberation were no longer satisfied with simple destruction. They began to target the core strength of the Cultural Committee directly, trying to undermine the other side's confidence through terrorist means.

Meanwhile, members of the Hoofbeats Liberation group placed explosive devices in various areas of New Manhattan, attempting to terrorize the city through mass destruction.

Although most of the devices were discovered and dismantled in time, a few were not spared and several explosions were heard in the early morning.

The streets were bombed beyond recognition, smoke and flames were raging, several buildings were shattered, debris was flying everywhere, and vehicles were burned into ruins.

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Inside the secret meeting room at the Cultural Committee headquarters.

As Mikhail was planning his terrorist attacks, the Cultural Committee's counterattack began.

Adelaide Kurd's anger could no longer be contained. His face was distorted with anger. His fat body paced back and forth in the conference room, his eyes filled with rage and hatred.

"Send out the Flame Team immediately and burn down their lair!"

Adelaide ordered, a malicious gleam in her eyes.

Ranger Team 2 "Flame" took action upon hearing the order. This team is known for its strong firepower.

Equipped with the latest incendiary bombs and high explosives, they quickly locked onto an important stronghold of the Liberation Hoofbeats in New Manhattan.

In the darkness of night, the Flame Team quietly approached, waiting for the most fatal blow.

Following the commander's order, fierce flames broke out instantly, incendiary bombs fell around the stronghold, explosions continued, and the flames devoured every inch of land like the devil's claws.

The entire stronghold was surrounded by raging flames. The members of Liberation Hoofbeats fled in all directions in the sea of ​​fire, and their screams echoed in the night sky.

This raid destroyed a large amount of the Jiefang Hoofbeats's supply reserves and killed countless of their members.

Looking at the content on the virtual projection screen, the fat Kurd was not satisfied. He knew that physical attacks alone were not enough to completely destroy Mikhail's will.

He needed more brutal means to strike at the heart of the liberation of the hoofbeats.

So he continued to order:

"Send out the Poison Bee Team. I don't want any of their bases to be left alive! Give them some special 'gifts' to let them experience the feeling of being torn apart by poison gas."

Ranger Team 3, the "Venom Bees," was dispatched shortly after, a unit that specialized in chemical and biological weapons.

Their goal is to liberate several secret bases hidden underground by Hoofbeats. The members of the Poison Bee Team sneak into the base with special chemical weapons and then release colorless and odorless chronic poison gas.

A few hours later, the members of the Liberation Hoofbeats felt inexplicably weak and nauseous, their bodies began to experience uncontrollable severe pain and convulsions, and their skin gradually ulcerated. The base soon fell into chaos, filled with screams and painful wails.

The poison gas of the Poison Bee Team quietly and silently penetrated every corner until all life inside the base was completely devoured.

Dozens of members of the Hoofbeats of Liberation were killed in the gas attack, without even realizing they were dying.

The base was littered with struggling corpses and the air was filled with a disgusting stench.

On this day, the counterattacks from both sides were as fierce as a storm.

The terrorist attack of Liberation Hoofs struck the core strength of the Cultural Committee, while the brutal retaliation of the Blood Network caused Liberation Hoofs to suffer unprecedented damage.

What's more surprising is that the Honkai Administration seems to have entered a state of silence.

They did nothing about the conflict between the New Manhattan Area Liberation Hoofbeats and the Social and Cultural Committee, but before anyone could think about it, the two conflicting parties had already started a more exaggerated fight.

In the eyes of these two organizations, which are collectively dubbed "monsters" by the outside world, there is only each other left.

Two out-of-control monsters were tearing each other apart in the New Manhattan area.

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January 1591, 2 in the Terran calendar.

On those bloody days, the conflict between the Liberation Hoofbeats and the Blood Guards was getting out of control.

Mikhail Garcia led the Liberation Hoofbeats and planned a heinous ambush on this day.

Their target is one of the four rangers of the Blood Guard, the leader of "Poison Bee".

The Venom Bee Squad specializes in chemical warfare and biological attacks, and is one of Adelaide's most effective tools for suppressing the infected. This ambush is undoubtedly a fatal blow to the Blood Network.

"boom--"

A huge explosion tore through the night sky. Dozens of rangers were blown into pieces of flesh and blood in the blast. Blood and limbs splattered everywhere, staining the surrounding walls and ground red.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and the faint reflection of flames could be seen in the smoke.

Mikhail walked out of the smoke calmly like a ghost.

He walked up to the poisonous bee leader who had lost the ability to resist, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Without any hesitation, he drew out his dagger and swiftly and accurately cut off the other's head.

"This is just one of the prices," he said coldly, raising the bloody head high and sticking it on a wooden stake.

Blood flowed down the wooden stake, and the red liquid seeped into the soil.

Seeing this, the members of the Liberation Hoofbeats around them followed suit. They cut off the heads of the Rangers and stuck these "trophies" on the surrounding wooden stakes, as if they were performing some kind of bloody ritual. The heads of the Rangers who died with their eyes open were hung high on the stakes, their flesh and blood were blurred, and their faces were hideous.

The members of Liberation Hoofbeats danced wildly around the wooden stakes, cheering like victorious maniacs.

The entire block has turned into the entrance to hell, with the smell of death floating everywhere.

Mikhail then posted a video on the dark web, looking expressionless at the camera and coldly declaring:

"This is a just action to liberate the hoofbeats. Those who are in collusion with the blood network and horse racing events will be punished by us."

His eyes were like a predator, full of ruthlessness and madness.

The video quickly spread through underground media and infected communities, as if it was a prelude to an impending massacre, causing a huge stir.

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after an hour.

The Cultural Committee is hidden in the office.

Adelaide Kurd sat in his office, looking exhausted.

His eyes were bloodshot, his skin was greasy, his cheeks were slightly sagging, and his fat body was sunken in the wide seat.

The glass of wine on the table was poured and refilled, and then drunk in one gulp, but the alcohol could no longer conceal the panic and anger in his heart.

“These people got here thanks to me!”

He muttered angrily, sweat running down his neck and staining his expensive suit.

The virtual communication screen on the table was still flashing, and he answered the calls one by one, which were about to contain voices of betrayal.

The first screen flickered, and the call was from Howard Cohen, Kurd's long-time business partner and a well-known real estate celebrity in the federation.

Howard on the screen had a cold expression on his face, and there was no trace of the previous respect in his eyes.

"Adelaide," Howard's tone was as cold as ice, "we need to talk. The recent situation... you know. Our company can no longer cooperate with you. The Hoofbeats of Liberation is already watching us, and the government is also starting to put pressure on us. I can't take this risk."

He said, and cut off the communication cleanly.

The second call came and a young female spokesperson appeared on the screen, Scarlett Walton, who represented the Hudson Group, a huge energy company.

Scarlett had a disguised professional smile on her face, but her tone was full of coldness and determination.

"Director Kurd," she said with caution, "I am instructed by the board of directors to inform you that Hudson Group has decided not to be associated with any of your related projects. Future business dealings...are no longer subject to any agreement between us. We are grateful for our previous cooperation, but now, the situation can no longer continue."

She smiled politely, but that smile was as cold as a knife, piercing the bones.

"Damn it! Are you so afraid of those thugs?!" Kurd roared, the anger on his face almost unable to cover up his fear.

Scarlett nodded slightly without saying another word, and the communication was quickly cut off.

The third communication came from Robert Fletcher, a long-time ally on the Cultural Committee, which oversees entertainment and events.

Fletcher's face was serious, and his voice no longer had the friendliness it usually had.

"Adelaide, old friend, listen to me, I can't help you this time." Fletcher's voice was somewhat helpless.

"The attack by the Liberation Hoofbeats has caused a stir in the city, and the government has begun to target you. I am under a lot of pressure here, and the people above... have already given clear instructions. You know, there is a limit to what I can do. If you continue, I will have no choice but to withdraw."

"You are a betrayer too! You are all betraying me!"

Kurd roared, the fat on his face trembling with anger, he smashed the wine glass on the table, and dark red liquid flowed down the edge of the table, like some kind of blood.

The last person to answer the phone was Daniel Cassidy, who had once climbed to an important government position with the support of the Kurds, but now looked embarrassed and embarrassment.

"Director Kurd, I...ah, you know, I really can't do anything. This time the commotion is too big, I...have to cut off all ties."

There was panic in Daniel's voice and he kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, as if he was afraid that Kurd would rush out through the screen and tear him to pieces.

"If I continue like this, I will lose my position. I beg you... please give me a chance to live."

Hearing this, Kurdish completely collapsed.

He leaned heavily back in his chair, a look of disbelief on his face.

He had done so much for these people and helped them climb to the pinnacle of power, but now they had casually severed all ties with him, leaving him isolated and helpless.

"You guys..." Kurd's voice became low, his hands tightly grasped the armrests, his knuckles turned white, and there was a crazy light flashing in his eyes.

"You will regret this! Once I get rid of these mad dogs, I will settle accounts with you one by one!"

After hanging up the phone, Kurd lay dejectedly on the chair, covering his face with his hands.

he knows……

His political career was completely ruined because of this mad dog Mikhail.

"Which link went wrong..."

There is one thing he still can't figure out: how did Mikhail manage to know all the information about the Cultural Committee in such detail?
I feel like I have a cold, I feel dizzy, and after typing, I feel a little uncomfortable~~