Tyra, your ancestors are back!

Even if the emperor himself does not want to investigate, when the vested interests are scrambling for a share of the free oil and water - the nobles will not forget to investigate this matter to the bottom of it.

After all, no one knows if he will be the next person to die inexplicably.

"I will let that old Prince Andrei kill himself... General Herage."

On the other hand, Bibian had a relaxed expression on his face, and he could even see a bit of joyful atmosphere——

"???"

And the people who were listening naturally showed puzzled expressions...

"Let that grand duke kill himself...?"

They glanced at each other and saw the doubtful emotions in each other's eyes. They collectively looked at Bibian in front of them.

"Poor information, or poor timing—take Columbia as an example, folks."

"With the help of ultra-long-distance communication without the technical support of the Forerunner, the latest news from Columbia will be at least five days away."

"This is still a time when major events require speedy delivery at all costs... Do you think the fake old Archduke Andrei is dead? Does the real old Archduke Andrei know?"

"...I see what you mean—Miss Bibian, you mean...to keep the real old Prince Andrew from knowing that he is dead in the eyes of the Ursus."

It is indeed a vicious plan—even if the Grand Duke will come to his senses and rush back to Ursus to advertise that he is still alive, and the dead is just a substitute...

The heirs who have already completed the succession ceremony, as well as the interest groups gathered around the new Grand Duke will not let him appear in front of everyone.

——Old man, if you don't want to be decent, then we can only replace you.

.....

"Ah, your reaction was quick, General—yes, that's it. The real Grand Duke Andrei couldn't jump out in time to refute this news."

"Don't say he knows this information—he's not even in Ursus..."

"We can cause his death in "a reality that the masses of Ursus can perceive"."

Herag nodded—

"So what about the Grand Duke himself? What are you going to do with it? Entrust that Colombian lady to intercept him on his way back to Ursus?"

"No, no...we don't even need to kill him...

And this is another answer—the truth that the nobles you mentioned, General, are after..."

"Don't forget, the Grand Duke is now staying with a group of "terrorists" who are preparing to attack the Conference of Nations..."

"The terrorist organization intends to sabotage the Conference of Nations and create chaos. The behind-the-scenes instigator is Grand Duke Andrew of Ursas."

"Let's look at it from the perspective of a third person who is "all-seeing". What do you think of, everyone?"

...

"The terrorists took advantage of the poor information that could not be delivered in time to frame the Ursus Empire, and even the death of the Grand Duke himself was planned by this organization..."

"At the same time, this organization also took advantage of this information gap and people's common inertial thinking. Even if they received news after the incident of the Ursas Empire, and publicized that Duke Andrew had died before, it would be regarded as sophistry and evasion. .”

"If it's more serious... I'm afraid the Second Continental War is inevitable..."

Alina frowned slightly, expressing her opinion...

"That's right, after all, no one will keep watching what the dukes in Ursus are doing, and what happens is up to you, Ursus."

"All of us have gained the stolen goods, and even if Ursus does hand over the body of Grand Duke Andrei, it will be directly suspected of being a forgery——"

"Let's not forget that it's fake in itself...Think about the cause of death we arranged for him—the energy pipeline was overloaded and exploded, and the body has long been beyond recognition."

"You can point to the corpse and say that he is the half-mature body of the late Emperor Ursus who was cremated—this is the risk of the countries and public opinion under this assumption—"

"Of course, our goal is not to make Ursas the center of the storm of public opinion...but to make the nations of Terra a third party that becomes the "all-seeing" party in this incident."

"Ah, of course - it's the 'all-seeing' we want to show them, not really all-seeing..."

Bibian snapped his fingers and added a sentence——

"So, we need to precisely control the timing of the assassination and the speed at which the news of the Grand Duke's death reaches Lateran..."

"The most ideal situation is when the representatives of various countries and the defenders of Lateran attacked the location of the behind-the-scenes people, and were about to arrest or kill the old Grand Duke Andre, a messenger from Ursus rushed in and told Our Lady Tallulah."

"——Grand Duke Andrew of Ursas died in a terrorist attack explosion led by unknown forces in his own territory a few days ago."

"Then, the real Grand Duke Andre exposed in front of everyone, no matter how real he is, he must become a fake... and the news that Tallulah brought back to Ursus will calm these nobles most of our concerns."

Herag and the others nodded...

"That's it, General—maybe you really should go into politics instead of the army~ At the right time, with a little rhetorical message, you can put a pair of "colored glasses" on everyone..."

"Afterwards, there may be people who are interested in going back to the incident and vaguely aware of something wrong... But it will be a long, long time later. This kind of suspicion will only be considered by the authorities as a hypothesis of folk fans... .”

"After all, a terrorist organization made such a farce at the Conference of All Nations... Other cooperation may take time to accumulate trust... But a continent-wide joint anti-terrorist war is unnecessary."

"After all, a group of terrorists dare to jump on the faces of countries... If they are not dealt with properly, the governments of various countries will lose their reputation among the people."

"Their energies will be dragged down by the war on terrorism, and they must find a terrorist organization on the entire land of Terra, and they must have effective results to save their face..."

"If you think about it, you know what kind of trivial matter that makes your scalp tingle." …

"I have a question, Ms. Bibian...then how to expose the Grand Duke to everyone...?"

Alina raised her hand.

"The Dukes of Ursus are not stupid, perhaps we will only encounter their white-gloved agents... I may be hiding in a place where I can't find it"

"This is where we will invite our invincible Miss Perika Ameng... At that time, the security force of Lateran will have the existence of the end land industry."

"And we said it at the very beginning... Without the help of Forerunner technology, cross-border... No, communication at a slightly longer distance will be highly distorted..."

"The Grand Duke can't hide very far in Lateran, and even if there is no accident, he will hide in the city."

Bibian, on the other hand, very simply brought out a killer that was almost rogue-the information advantage on their side was only comparable to a dimensionality reduction blow to hostile forces.

Chapter 295 Suffering Statementr, Apocalypse Announcer...too long to read!

Lateran Theocracy Holy City Lateran

"Um...I see, understand..."

A well-equipped security force was unloading their equipment from the transport aircraft. The conspicuous red "A" logo on the fuselage of the transport aircraft was clearly visible.

"ATLAS...a sub-industry company of the end, external armed escort and security services-Atlas, giant company."

In this open space, there are naturally not only the security contractors who have been entrusted to come to Rutland, but also members of the Rutland Notary Office who are responsible for connecting with these external armed forces...

The red-haired girl looked impatiently at the group of Giant God Company soldiers loading and unloading the equipment in front of them, seeming to be bothering their leader, or where the commander went...

"Doge me?"

Seeing the hands of the pocket watch in his hand approaching the agreed deadline, Fiametta frowned—it's not something to brag about being let go, especially when writing down business.

However, Li Boli's doubts were quickly dispelled—just as she was about to stop one of the soldiers and ask where their chief had gone, a man with a different style from the surroundings walked out from the tail compartment of the transport plane. The...uh...loli?

White hair and orange pupils, no ethnic characteristics, perhaps hiding it... Wearing a black assault jacket, carrying a weapon that doesn't match her petite figure at all... Probably a gun?

Well, it was the target of this matchmaking—Fiametta, who had confirmed the target, took the initiative to step forward to initiate negotiations.

"Hello, Miss Tina, the commander of the Giant God Company, right?"

"That's right...it's me, it looks like the agreed time should be just right?"

The girl who nodded made an inquiry——

"To be precise, you were 30 seconds late, Miss Tina."

"Huh? Looks like I'll have to adjust my timer."

Miss Tina who got the reply raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she was a little surprised that the person in front of her actually replied seriously to such a scene.

"You've been staying in the cabin just now, right?"

Fiameta walked up slightly and frowned, as if she was dissatisfied with being left outside for almost half an hour...

"Yes, I'm looking at the various materials provided by Rutland—"

"The information we provided?"

"Urban topographic maps, commanding heights, underground passages and drainage pipes that can be used for human movement, as well as sensitive areas and historical relics where fighting should be avoided as much as possible."

"Locations such as churches, energy stations, schools, hospitals, urban public warehouses, etc...."

"Of course there is also the information about you, Ms. Fiameta, the contact person... um... really special?"

This loli who met Fiameta for the first time?girl?He looked at Fiameta in front of him with an extremely strange gaze.

"My information? Is it a resume? Miss Tina, do you have any questions..."

Fiameta, who was getting goosebumps all over after being looked at strangely by Tina's red pupils, asked back...

"Hmm... quite impressive..."

[I've never seen anyone with such a long list of code names that have nothing to do with each other... Did she choose it herself? 】

The white-haired girl in black muttered in her heart.

"Specifically, in what aspect is it profound...?"

With a bad premonition in his heart, Li Boli began to think about what kind of strange things that old man of his family had picked up on his resume...

"..."

Under Fiametta's increasingly bad eyes, Miss Tina in front of her took a deep breath——

"Fat Duck, Xiaofei, God's Chosen Overseer, Grave Knight, Sticky Superman, Vault Watcher, One-armed Chainsaw Man, Tribulation Teller, Super Punisher King, Apocalypse Announcer, Death's Agent, Holy Hunter, Twilight Watchman, Li Boli who is not called Twilight Watchman..."

"And Dawnbreaker, Overseer of Suffering, Sticky Shimmer, Announcer, Aatrox, Little Phoenix FPX, Destroyer Phoenix, Stalker, Burning Herald..."

A large list of operator codes who did not listen to the specific content, but only listened to the speed and frequency, thought it was the name of the dish, was reported in a blink of an eye, and the enunciation was very standard Lateran...

Also with Miss Tina's bright tone, it naturally attracted the attention of passers-by and even the soldiers of Giant God Company...

"Ah, by the way, there is also a Phoenix healing kit... In addition to being a sniper operator, does Miss Fiametta also serve as a medical staff?"

After reading all the single ones I saw in the file in one breath, it might feel cool to pull them out, but if they are all combined, they will only make people die socially. Tina looked at the person next to her with some doubts. Some Atlas soldier.

"Private Perkins... Where's Miss Fiameta?"

"Uh, General, just when you reported the list of names like the names of the dishes, that Miss Li Boli showed a look of lovelessness, and turned towards a certain Lateran patrol on the other side of the street." rushed past..."

"Uh...borrowing the police to commit suicide? Is there such a social death?"

Tina was obviously taken aback when she heard the answer...

"Head... This is Lateran, not the United States of Oceania of the old generation... Although it doesn't feel impossible, but they have a saying that suicide can't go to heaven?"

Another soldier wrapped in power armor replied in a muffled voice——

"At least no zero bucks and Cotton brand hell jokes for people of color."

Tina shrugged——if there were any observers at this moment, it seemed that from their conversation it could be inferred that this group of people did not come from this era...

"Uh, wait, boss, they seem to be fighting... are you going to stop them?"

"Ah, the young Riboli girl beat up the Sakota Gunrider old man in the street, and that person must be the one who initiated this series of titles..."

"There's a grievance and a debtor, don't care, soldier—"

"If you can't stand it, you can persuade the fight. I will contact the governor and the consuls first..."

"You continue to work on that end."

...

"How does the world feel in 5 years, General?"

On the other side of the communication screen, it was also noisy. There were several consul ladies behind Perika, and it seemed that a party or meeting was going on...

"Well...drought to death, waterlogged to death - Colombians are drinking coffee and eating steaks, Laterans are feasting on desserts...and in the settlements of the wilderness, some people are still eating Where do you get worried?"

The petite woman shrugged.

"A good and bad time...you might as well let me sleep at Freston's for a few more years...."

Miss Tina, who was called a general, twitched her lips in displeasure.

"Well...According to Freston, if you go back to sleep, there will be no way to wake you up by conventional means..."

"Actually, a large part of the people in that shelter have completely "sleeped to death"..."