Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1282 [The bronze gong of fate sounds in the temple] (3)

[The-Fianna] headquarters.

The warplanes that have been used for the crash have crashed, and there are only a limited number of survivors left in the group. They finally completed the final mission and brought back the information that recorded the twelve round table knights fighting [Oberon]. Here.

After taking off the armor of the 'Dragon Cavalry', several survivors were particularly scared on their faces... Like the collapse, they let the staff start to adjust the cabin and carry out the post-war rest.

In fact, although they have returned this time, their values ​​have reached the dangerous warning line... If they are not adjusted in time, I am afraid that for them, the end will not be better than other members who have already died. How many.

The survivors slowly closed their eyes, as to what the future would be... they didn't want to pay attention.

"They just lack actual combat."

In the control room, looking at the survivors who entered the adjustment cabin, the Prime Minister gave such a reason.

He has even recovered from the defeat of this action, inspiring people here. "Our action has failed, but the data obtained is extremely precious. This makes us realize the 'Dragon Cavalry'. Insufficient, and the driver's defects... In the future, this is the direction we have overcome! We have reached these inhuman fields in terms of strength. What is lacking is just something else! Technology! More data! !"

This kind of speech is better than nothing... People are accustomed to finding a reason why failure can not be sad.

The Prime Minister did not stay in the control room for too long. After a few words, he left under the **** of the officer.

Then there are so many things that need him headaches—for example, how to deal with the cabinet ministers and how to deploy the military’s actions, and then need a series of negotiations with the Cavaliers, and finally even deal with the fog. The impact of the riots... and reconstruction.

Mr. Prime Minister even has a feeling that he may not be able to get even a half-day holiday in the next six months.

"Give me a helicopter."

At this time, the Prime Minister told the accompanying officers: "After getting on the plane, give me a temporary video conference, and I have to give up the old guys in the cabinet. In addition, I will call the military now. I want to know the current evacuation progress of the crowd..."

The Prime Minister’s husband paused and seemed to have the instructions. He was clarifying his thoughts at this time, so he was indulged - but the officers around him did not have any action at this time.

He couldn't help but frown. "I didn't hear what I said? I said let you call me immediately to the military! You are scared to think outside the riots?"

"I am sorry, Mr. Prime Minister, you have no right to order me now." The officer said indifferently.

"What are you talking about?"

The officer smiled. "Because, you have now temporarily suspended the power of the Prime Minister... Sorry, Mr. Prime Minister, you are now suspected of moving the government’s public funds, colluding with foreign non-humans, and even planning the case of the Queen’s kidnapping... So, I need now Arrested you."

"What are you talking about?!" Mr. Prime Minister looked incredibly at the bottom of his heart. "You arrest me! Who gives you the power!!"

"This question, after you see Sir Kims, I believe he will be willing to answer you."

"Pujin..."

The officer stopped talking, but the moment when the Prime Minister responded, he rushed straight up and stunned him.

This shock suddenly shocked the two guards around Mr. Prime Minister, but they had not waited for them to take out the pistol, and the officers had tripped them to the ground at an extremely fast speed.

As for the original base station to **** the accompanying personnel, at this time it is on the spot.

"It works as usual...wait me to come back." The officers looked at the staff in front of them and said slowly.

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On the long street, there are at least five violent orcs - two of them, who even caught the dying inhabitants.

Mr. Gareth needs to be quite careful, lest the aftermath of the battle will make these life-threatening hostages, and accidentally send them to Huang Quan - if they only face these orcs alone, naturally there is not so much scruples.

After besieging the leader of the doomsday myth [Oberon], except that Gerant was too big to consume, he could only rest outside, and the other four still maintained considerable combat power. So after leaving the monastery, they were dispatched immediately. In the streets of the foggy city, began to suppress the riots of the orcs.

At this point, a few cold flashes in the air, and then Mr. Clown hurried through the buildings - Mr. Gareth could not help but be shocked, lest this guy did not have a slight degree of separation, hurting these two dying residents.

"Dagonet!! Don't mess!"

Just a flying knife, at this time easily pierced the shoulder joints of these orcs... hostages, all of a sudden get out.

The elite knights who were always ready to rush out and rescued the hostages directly. Then, Mr. Clown knocked the orcs down to the ground at the speed of sweeping the leaves.

Under his body, the rioting beast fell, and then the knife returned to his finger.

I only heard the Mr. Clown crying. "I said Gareth, do you have a little confidence in me? I am also a man who has made a vow to the Cavaliers before the statue of King Arthur."

Mr. Gareth couldn't help but rolled his eyes... There was no time to pay attention to this guy, and he quickly told the elite knights to bring the knocked orcs back.

The orc's madness has not been lifted, but it has been banned by the elite knights with special restraint props, completely losing the ability to act, and can only make a messy call without meaning.

“They are all residents with legal status and just be tempted.”

At this time, Mr. Gareth told the elite knights to send these paved orcs to a transport vehicle. "If you bring them back, you have to look after them. We need to find a way to get rid of them. If they are really quiet, I suggest you use sedatives."

"Yes!"

The knights began to get busy - on the transporter, it wasn't just the few orcs that had just been hit by Mr. Clown.

In the car, originally, there were more than 20 orcs lying down.

"Gareth, I will take a step to clear the scene first, and these troublesome things will be handed over to you." After Mr. Clown greeted him, he ran away on the street.

Gareth is helpless... but when it comes to it, maybe he is really born to be more suitable for dealing with such trivial things.

Loading is actually not going to take too much time. The key is that the car is full and needs to transport the orcs back. Gareth is not assured that the knights are responsible for the transportation. Because of the fog, the myth of the last days The mob did not know where to hide at this time.

"Mr. Gareth, maybe I can help you."

In the dim alley, I saw a man who was dragging a seriously wounded orc out.

Gareth looked at it, a little surprised, and then nodded: "It turned out to be you, Mr. Simpton."

I saw that the Great Knight of the Simpton threw the orc who was seriously injured on the ground. After that, some people immediately banned the orc and squeezed it into the transporter.

At this time, Simpton said: "Give me the things that are delivered, and suppress the orcs. You are more efficient than us... We need to calm down the riots in the fog as soon as possible."

Gareth couldn't disagree with the other person's speech. After a little hesitation for a moment, he nodded. "Well, the delivery is handed over to you, the Knight Knight."

"Follow your instructions, the great Gareth Knight." Simpton gave him a ritual of a lower-level knight to see the superior knight.

"Oh... you are obviously too cautious! Mr. Simpton, relax!" Gareth patted him on the shoulder. "We are comrades, not superiors."

"Then, I will take a step first." The Knights of Simpton nodded. "I will come out immediately after delivery, waiting for your good news."

As he said, he went straight to the transporter - Gareth looked at the transporter and started to get up again.

Although there are still a lot of physical strength, from the escape of Farrell last night to the fog of this evening, there are so many things happening... I have already experienced fatigue in the spirit.

Suddenly, he felt a slight moistness on his finger. He looked down and found that he hadn't known when he had dyed a trace of blood on his finger.

Still fresh... He rubbed his fingers with blood and looked thoughtfully at the transporter that was far away.

Maybe just think about it.

Gareth shook his head, but in the end he moved and walked to the alley where Simpton appeared - he smelled a strong **** smell.

Gareth frowned, raised his palm, and the ancient language of the mouth with a vomit of the mouth: the text of the elf that the twelve knights could use.

The light source instantly illuminated this dimly lit alley.

I saw a long trace of blood on the ground... It was caused by a wounded body that was dragged on the ground—probably the seriously wounded orc brought by Simpton.

He walked slowly along the bloodstain and always felt something in front of him - finally, his footsteps stopped in front of a door.

It seems to be the back door of a restaurant... The door is hidden, and the blood of the tow is also starting from here.

Mr. Gareth gently pushed the door open and walked in.

After a few seconds, he suddenly shrank his gaze - in front of the hall of this small restaurant, he saw a famous man fell to the ground, his body wounded, and he was an orc who had already experienced the capital punishment...

They have turned into cold bodies.

The body fell to the ground and was in a remorseful position... on the floor, it was scarlet and sticky blood - like a slaughterhouse.

"This..." Mr. Gareth suddenly changed his face.

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Sir Kims Manor.

In the jazz's private office... Mr. Pukins sat quietly, waiting for something—the opposite side of the desk, a man with a hair that was a little bald, so he sat half-squatting.

His head is hanging down.

Maybe there has been some time for this... The man sitting on the squatting wakes up and then raises his head in a panic.

"You actually betrayed...I am you! Pukins?!"

When I woke up, it was the Prime Minister of the British government. Suddenly I saw my opponent. The Prime Minister looked around in a panic.

It was completely strange to him - but he knew what it was, because it was seen in intelligence.

"Mr. Prime Minister, you should be familiar with the environment here." Sir Kimkins said with a smile: "Because I think, on your desk, there must be very detailed information about this, right?"

"Pukeins!!" The Prime Minister stood up and pressed his hands on the table, glaring at each other. "Do you dare to lynch me? Do you know what you are doing!"

The jazz waved his hand at random. "I know exactly what I am doing, Mr. Prime Minister... It’s better to listen to what I know, what do you want to do?"

The Prime Minister calmed down in an instant, and at the same time quickly sorted out the existing information... He silently sat down again.

The Jazz said slowly at this time: "You want to deal with the Cavaliers, right?"

The Prime Minister sneered.

The Jazz continued: "Every year, a lot of money goes to your secret base. In these years, you have made a total of twenty-three 'Dragon Cavalry' fighters, named [The-Fianna]... ...The Celtic Warriors in Celtic mythology. You think this warrior group can compare our round table knights... In fact, I really feel sincere admiration for your efforts, after all, you have used your own efforts. It proves that ordinary people can also set foot in the field of inhumanity."

The Prime Minister sneered: "I will not be surprised at all. At this time, you will come up with all the information about the research results... I really didn't think that my heavy people would actually betray."

The jazz shook his head. "He is called Orpheus. In fact, he is my adopted son and a knight in our knighthood... I have never been your subordinate, my prime minister."

"Okay, very good!" The Prime Minister bit his teeth and eventually couldn’t say anything.

"Go ahead?" The sir leaned back. "You quickly thought of a plan - you funded a mob organization. Is this organization called 'Doomsday Myths' right? In a few years, you provided this organization with A lot of activity funds? In addition, you also secretly purchased some equipment from the Magicians Association and then gave them to them. Of course, this organization has not wasted your resources, your [The-Fianna], it seems There are several techniques that have been taken from other places through this organization. Let me think about it. Last year, there were a number of stolen aerospace materials in the United States. It seems that you are also... your handwriting?"

"Abandoned! One side of the word!" The Prime Minister is cold.

"Later, you feel that the time is ripe." The Jazz still calmly said: "You feel that you should not have anything to do with this organization, because it will affect your future career... It is with our Royal Highness It seems that I have really lost patience... He is not willing to wait any longer. After all, he is almost seventy years old. The 70-year-old Crown Prince is indeed a long wait."

The Prime Minister finally changed his face.

The jazz is not salty and not rude: "You let the mythical people of the last day hijack the queen and declare war on the British government... You have a good reason to use The-Fianna, you can use [The-Fianna], Not only will this organization that you funded be rooted in this incident, but perhaps our Queen will also die in this hijacking because of an unfortunate accident. Um... let me think, when everything is over At that time, should it be the time for the Crown Prince to become a throne? Then, as a knight who has nothing to do with the imperial hijacking of the Queen, it will become a role impeached by the Cabinet... Perhaps [The-Fianna] There is also the possibility of replacing the Cavaliers."

"Oh, there is one more thing, probably you didn't think that the mythical people of Doomsday would directly ask the British government for the requirements of the entire Northern Ireland region. This part is slightly beyond your control..." Looking at the ugly Prime Minister The face, Sir Kims smiled: "Probably this is the case, what else do you need to add?"

"Yes." The Prime Minister sneered at this moment. "That is, you seem to have forgotten to search... Pukins, you should not see me alone!"

Suddenly, the Prime Minister opened his clothes and pulled out an antique copper-colored pistol. He pointed his finger at the other side and smiled and said: "Just need a light click, and the result is no different. Goodbye, My good friend."

Hey -! !

The Prime Minister seized this special firearm in the absence of any reaction to the Jazz.

The bullet that screamed out stopped at the moment in the moment of the jazz - as if something had blocked it and held it.

The Prime Minister shot in horror - but the bullets were fixed in front of Sir Kimins... until the bullets were all finished.

"you……"

"Well, the power is good, the new toy produced by the Magicians Association this year."

The Prime Minister retreated in horror... Suddenly, he turned and he took the door without hesitation!

The Jazz didn't stop the plan, so he watched him hurriedly open the office door, then rushed out... and then stepped back and back again.

At this point, the look of the Prime Minister seemed so alarmed.

He stepped back and finally understood one thing.

His voice, which is like a squeeze, is saying hard: "[Oberon], it’s you... how come..."

In front of the door, Caesar.

He stared blankly and walked in step by step.

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PS: The next chapter is late...

(End of this chapter)