Chapter 472 The Fly and the Clown

Kenan Rupert was in charge of monitoring Claire and others in the backyard of the "Venice" hotel, and the pier of the "p-21" warship where the "Morning Star" was located was also loose on the outside and tight on the inside.

Ever since Eisenhower, the ambassador of the Mongya Empire to "Babylon", accused Temple Griffin, the deputy commander of the "Babylon" navy, of conspiring to frame the Mongya Empire as a despicable and shameless insidious villain. The poor deputy commander was frozen by the navy. Although he was not dismissed from his position, it was a waste of time yesterday, his fortune was gone, and now he was assigned to watch the "Morning Star" at the battleship dock to prevent any accidents.

He has been very unhappy in the past few days. He hates the shameless politicians at the top who make excuses, hates the insidious and cunning Eisenhower, and after arriving at the Battleship Pier, he even hates the "Morning Star". If it doesn't come to "Babylon" Therefore, Tang Fang would not have auctioned off the two complete Ypsilon relics. Without the two complete Ypsilon relics, the following things would not have happened, and he would not have been caught by his political opponents and seized his military.

The military department did not tell him the reason for this, but only told him to keep an eye on the "Morning Star", and if there was any change, he must destroy it before the "Aurora" unfolded.

It was true that Temple hated the Morning Star, but he hated the Army bastards even more.

With years of political sense, he felt that the relationship between the Star Alliance government and Tang Fang was a little delicate, so he was very curious about what the young man who caused him to fall to this point did.

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In the hinterland of the Star Alliance, there is a natural ocean planet in the young "Duma" star system, which is beautiful and rich. It is seven or eight points similar to the Earth, the cradle of human civilization. cultural Center.

This is not only a gathering place for the core political figures of the Star Alliance. The vast majority of congressmen and senior officials work and live here, and it is also the residence of many celebrities, including the directors of large companies such as "Rover Technology Consortium" and "Iga Industry".

Today's "Heisenberg" is significantly different from the past. Whether it is a coastal city or the border of the Western Regions. No matter where the capital is or an empty country road, all the electronic billboards are playing the same video --- the live speech of Star Alliance President Adam Oliver in the government speech hall.

It was evening, and "Duma 1" had already fallen into the Xishan Col and disappeared, leaving only "Duma 2" hanging obliquely in the sky, exuding a soft and ambiguous light.

"Heisenberg" An island near the equator in the southern hemisphere is bathed in the embrace of the setting sun and sea water, quiet and serene, like a sleeping baby.

There is a volcano in the center of the island. There is a small lake at the foot of the mountain, and a glass house is built in the middle of the lake. There is a wooden table in the house, and several people are sitting around the wooden table.

On the monitor hanging on the north wall is Adam Oliver's flushed face due to excitement. A crystal-like coffee pot is placed on the electric stove in the center of the wooden table. The waves inside are churning, and the lid of the steam arch is ping-pong.

O'Neill was leaning back against the cushion, wearing a loose silk robe, with a calm and peaceful expression, holding a silver coffee cup to sip. Indescribably comfortable.

On his right hand sat cross-legged a short old man about 80 years old, with a clear head and heart, only a ring of fluffy white hair around his temples. It's like a headgear, which is very gratifying.

However, any knowledgeable person would definitely not dare to laugh at his hairstyle carelessly, because his name is Hirohiko Iga and he comes from "Iga Industry".

"At this time, Horace should do something."

O'Neill moved his butt, leaned sideways on the soft cushion, and looked at Adam Oliver's approachable face. Said: "If nothing goes wrong..."

Today's "Heisenberg" is approaching dusk, and "Arkesi" must have fallen into the night. According to the latest news sent by Conan Rupert, it's time to do it.

"That kid is smart."

Hirohiko Iga's knees were tight. The posture is correct, even though he is over 80 years old, he still stands and sits with dignity, which is inseparable from the strict and demanding national culture of Japan.

Opposite O'Neill is not only a vertical monitor, but also a quiet and serious face, with clear lines as if cut by an ax and a knife. His name is Swinburne Green, and he is the chairman of "Ward Heavy Industries".

Hirohiko Iga is a person with strict behavior, and Swinburne Green is a person with strict heart. He gently twisted the open thread of his cuffs and said a word: "Unless he is a god!"

"Wanderer Technology Consortium", "Iga Industry", "Ward Heavy Industry"... These military industrial enterprises have spent a lot of energy, and they are also supported by the Star Alliance government. Let alone foreign businessmen like Captain Tang, even old guys like them , I am afraid it will never be seen through.

Opposite O'Neill is Swinburne Green from "Ward Heavy Industries", on the right is Hirohiko Iga from "Rover Technology Consortium", and there are naturally people on the left.

He was a middle-aged man with a slovenly appearance. Of course, this did not mean that he was of low status, nor did it mean that no one took care of him. It was just because he was lazy and spent all his free time sleeping in.

Just like now, in such an environment, such a sunset, with clear clouds and clear water, it is best to take a nap.

He opened his slightly squinted eyes and said lazily, "You... are really a bunch of bad guys."

Hirohiko Iga didn't move, but slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, and Swinburne put the cup back on the spotless table and smiled awkwardly.

Only O'Neill laughed louder than the ping-pong lid: "Hamlet, are you mocking us?"

The man's eyes were already closed, but upon hearing this, he slowly opened his right eye and said, "I'm commenting."

O'Neill straightened up, picked up the coffee pot in the middle of the wooden table, poured fresh coffee into the cup in front of him, watched the froth build up on the rim of the cup, and said, "It's really hard to say the word "bad guy" from your mouth. awkward."

Hamlet smiled, closed his eyes and stopped talking, as if he had fallen asleep.

Hirohiko Iga said: "What if that kid doesn't have what we want? Let him go casually? If it gets into the media field, it might cause some big trouble."

O'Neill moved his stiff neck, stood up, looked back at the sunset, and said: "Although the Star Alliance is a parliamentary country, once it declares war with Monya and Sulu, it will enter wartime politics. The authority of Mr. President will be When it comes to a very high level, at that time, the phrase 'letting go of the small for the big' was the perfect excuse."

"Tang Fang...hehe, after all, he is just a young man. He is still too tender."

Hirohiko Iga was silent for a moment, then said again: "What if he is cornered and jumps over the wall?"

O'Neill looked at him deeply, and jokingly said: "Are you tempting me to make a promise? Don't worry, as long as he really dares to make any changes, even if it's just a small movement of sesame and mung beans, I will let him know. Why are you so gorgeous... I have to do my best for Clement, of course. And Junichi Fukui."

He did not forget to add a little hatred as a seasoning at the last moment, even if Jun Fukui is a traitor to "Iga Industry", even if there is no lack of discord between the Star Alliance government and major military enterprises, but now, they all There is a common enemy, or potential threat --- "Morning Star Forge."

Because Captain Tang is really good at dancing, oh no, he is surly and arrogant, and "being in the limelight" is not necessarily a good thing. Those big girls and little daughter-in-laws in the folk may cheer for him, remember his name, and that not-so-glamorous face. Even crowned the youngest billionaire. But for others, it is tantamount to unreasonable provocation, such as him, politicians like Tomlinson Daller and Lu Yuankui, and businessmen like Hirohiko Iga and Swinburne.

In the hearts of these old guys, they are juniors, so they should restrain themselves. The so-called jade can't make a tool, people can make things without hardships, and they should proceed step by step. Only by accumulating over time can we have a proud future, blindly pursuing high and fast. On the contrary, haste makes waste, and falls into the inferior vehicle.

Captain Tang is not their junior. Even members of the Star Alliance are not counted. "Xenophobia" is an eternal proposition, even in the interstellar era, it is no exception.

What's more, he also ruined Clement's reputation, and the two sides formed a deep hatred. In O'Neill's view, it is too cheap to kill him alone, playing with Captain Tang and "Morning Star Casting" between applause It is a pleasure to see him jumping around in the cage like a grasshopper.

Hirohiko Iga smiled awkwardly, and said, "I'm not afraid of ten thousand, just in case..."

O'Neill interrupted him: "Swinburne just said something, what was it?"

"Oh, 'Unless he's a god!'"

"There is a mythical epic in East Asia called "Journey to the West". I wonder if you have read it? No matter how arrogant and rebellious Monkey Sun is, he cannot escape the general trend of the world. This is destined to be an era without heroes, let alone 'gods'! Tang Fang? At best, he is just an annoying fly."

Hirohiko Iga stopped talking, thinking that maybe the older he gets, the more confused his thinking is. O'Neill is right, watching him bouncing up and down the stage like a monkey, playing the role of a clown to make a splash Well, the audience like myself throw some "candy" to tease him from time to time, that feeling is really good, it is by no means comparable to crushing a fly.

Swinburne forcefully tore off the tough cotton thread of the cuff, and let out a sigh of relief as if he had solved a big problem, and said, "If Tang Fang really has something we want in his hands, but refuses to disclose it, use it as a weight to carry out a protracted war." , so what should I do? I can’t kill him with a single knife, right? Wouldn’t it be a pity.”

O'Neill raised his eyebrows, like a rising bridge across the river, looked at Hamlet, who seemed to stay out of it, closed his eyes and meditated, and said, "Jupiter is a big country, far beyond our Star Alliance... In other words, it is far from being comparable to other countries in the Hillenbuer region. What we cannot do does not mean that they cannot do it either. The human world is amazing, and the scientific world is even more amazing.”

Hamlet was still the same, only the sparse eyelashes under the brow bone fluttered a few times, very lightly, like catkins falling from the branches.

Swinburne and Hirohiko Iga glanced at each other, and both looked at Hamlet, thinking that O'Neill had already made arrangements.

"What? Was it a surprise? You must know that Mr. President is looking forward to such a result. 800 billion is a huge sum of money. If it can be used for military expenditure, the country's finances will be much looser, and it will save a few drops in front of the public. Tears, less waste of saliva."

If Tang Fang really has the craft of making biological battleships, and he will be accused of conducting taboo experiments for fabricating an anti-human being, will the assets of "Morning Star Casting" be the food and pocket of the Star Alliance?

The last afterglow of "Duma 2" was exhausted in the sky, the lake was getting darker, and the sensor lights on the ceiling were turned on, casting a soft light.

O'Neill smiled. Looking up to the opposite side, I suddenly noticed an abnormality. Mr. President suddenly stopped his impassioned speech. He was talking to the young and competent female assistant.

His face became a little ugly, like a pickle that gradually lost its color during the fermentation process. Some are sour, some are cold, and some are cloudy.

Yes, it is muddy, whether it is the face or the wink.

Then, Mr. President, who has always been polite, bowed very rudely without explanation. Without an apology, he left the podium with a sullen face, leaving only the Star Alliance logo shining on the curtain wall.

After about 20 seconds, the screen flashed and replaced with a light family comedy.

It's funny, it's ironic.

O'Neill froze in place in astonishment.

Hirohiko Iga and Swinburne sensed that there was a difference in the atmosphere, and then looked at the monitor, both exclaimed: "Where is Mr. President? Where is Mr. President?"

Hamlet wakes up from his "sleep" and looks at the three people blankly.

Let Adam? Oliver halfway out. What happened to abandoning such an important speech?

The four present looked at each other in blank dismay.

What O'Neill didn't know was that the starlight building in the "Sky Garden" of the distant "Babylon" star system. District head Peter Passy made the same choice as Mr. President, leaving the ambassadors of Monya and Sulu, as well as the media from various countries, and hurriedly left the meeting without saying goodbye.

The night falls quietly, there is no moon, only thousands of stars, floating in the clear water of the lake, like whitebaits frolicking.

Lin Haisheng Tao. The body is slightly cold.

The coffee pot was beeping tirelessly, which was very inappropriate.

A moment of effort. The communicator light in the corner of the room lit up, and O'Neill shouted, "Accept." The blue light intertwined a face in midair, which was his assistant, Jose Williams.

Knowing that something must have happened, O'Neill asked directly, "What's going on?"

Joseph said with a serious face, "Sir, please switch the TV channel to the international channel 'Phoenix Empire'."

O'Neill quickly picked up the pda next to the cushion and turned on the voice control input: "FM, 'Phoenix' international channel."

As soon as the words fell, the light of the monitor flashed again, and a big figure from the Phoenix Empire appeared in front of them, Dillon Cook --- Foreign Minister of the Phoenix Empire.

On the screen, he is very angry, facing the camera and the microphone, like a raging male bear, roaring loudly.

The pda slipped from O'Neill's palm and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Dillon Cook's words were like a poisoned dagger, stabbing hard into his chest.

Horace and the others...they missed it! It was also found out by Marlo Smith, the governor of "Archesy". Now Phoenix needs a statement, a statement that can calm the anger of His Majesty the Holy Emperor, otherwise, don't blame the empire for being ruthless.

Ruthless? Turn your face and be merciless! It's a blatant threat, but... what about the Covenant? After all, it is wrong.

Why would you want to kidnap a rich man, not on your own territory, but go to "Arkesi" and use someone like Boyle to carry it out? Don't you just want to get rid of your own relationship?

To quote the words of Mr. Foreign Minister, I'll do it! Shameless! despicable! The entire Star Alliance government is like a urn soaked in rainwater, attracting maggots, worms, and flies full of shrimp sauce. It is smelly and fishy, ​​and it makes people want to spit out the overnight meal.

It is true that speaking such words from a great nobleman loses his dignity and demeanor, but at this moment, no one will care about this. Vicious words are not the point, but the content is the point.

O'Neill's face was covered with dark clouds, and he couldn't see a ray of brilliance. Since his father died 5 years ago, he has never looked so ugly.

Hirohiko Iga and Swinburne's faces sank like water, and the smile that was on their lips was gone.

Failed... unexpectedly failed, that kid is still alive! And Horace and others died unexpectedly, how could this be possible!

Different from those three people, Bahamut's eyes were full of drowsiness, and the expression on his face was very exciting, just like the graffiti walls on the streets of the city, colorful and gorgeous.

He is different from O'Neill, Hirohiko Iga, and Swinburne. Although he will have a very considerable salary if the matter is successful, there is no loss if he fails.

Now, a mere kidnapping case has risen to the national level, and things are getting more and more interesting.

Since there is no money to be made, it would be nice to be able to see a big play in person, but there is no such fun in Jupiter's side.

"You guys don't need to worry, this is just the one-sided words of that old Dillon Cook. Even if Tang Fang is still alive, what about the witnesses? What about the physical evidence?"

Hamlet's words were reasonable, but they didn't offset the negative emotions in the hearts of the three of O'Neill. It was just a spat, and it wasn't a big deal at all. There was no evidence. A dog biting with empty teeth was a murderer, but in fact it wasn't. What a threat. The key is that Captain Tang, what is this guy's background? Horace, Boyle and others were all killed, but they were lucky, and none of them died.

Facts are always good at slapping people in the face, Hamlet finished speaking, the monitor flashed, and old Corey's pale face appeared in front of the camera.

"Cory? He...he's not dead?"

The three of O'Neill were shocked, and their faces became even more gloomy.

Old Corey didn't have any amazing opening remarks. Like a downcast, he slowly expressed his bitterness and guilt along the way, as well as his feelings for the Star Alliance government, Rover Technology Consortium, Ward Heavy Industries and other forces. accuse. (to be continued)