Chapter 691 Mr. J

The Fence Lords who had voted earlier fell silent.

The old-school power lords who voted for it earlier looked ugly, as if they had lost money.

Today's voting method is a registered ballot, because Anthem Will wants to give them a way out, or a way out.

Some people feel that they are not on the road to life, but on the road to death.

It is true that no matter what the outcome of today's meeting is, those who have fallen to the new faction will never go back, and the old faction will be greatly damaged.

However, the person who can force His Majesty the King to suspend the meeting and leave the meeting, and the person who can defeat the hybrid battleship, one can imagine how powerful he is.

It is enough to have him in Henrietta's camp, as long as the core members are safe, the presence or absence of those dubious lords does not make much sense.

Moreover, Tucson has already made a choice just now.

He is the patriarch of the fence-sitting faction, and his status in the country is similar to that of Tripathi. His defection and surrender will inevitably affect those fence-sitting lords who abstained from voting.

Because after today, the United Kingdom of Turanx will no longer have a fence-sitting faction, only His Majesty's new faction and Henrietta-Tang Fang's military alliance.

"Hmph, the voting has ended, such a verbal dispute is meaningless." Turamon stared at Melore's face and said in a calm tone.

In fact, his eyes were not calm at all, with killing intent, undisguised killing intent.

That was his uncle, his own uncle, but no one doubted that if the conditions were right, he would not hesitate to pierce Melore's chest with a sword, just like what Servis did to his brother.

He called such an act "courageous".

Henrietta frowned, and said in the same tone: "Praise Will won't do this, because..."

The corners of the old man's mouth were raised high. Wrinkles filled with mockery, and then three words, "He dare not!"

Tyron frowned.

Those princes who were of the generation of Hymn Will frowned.

Turamon frowned.

Edwina frowned.

Li Yun frowned.

Servis frowned.

Robinson frowned.

Arudiba frowned.

Finney frowned.

His Excellency the Regent said the last three words very loudly, and many people frowned after hearing it.

Arnasi dropped the glass, loudly. Because there is no carpet in the corner.

Tucson was laughing.

Melore was laughing.

Gilcott was laughing.

"You owe me a resource star."

The smile on Gilcott's face became dry, dry, dry, because the words were addressed to him.

Even if it's dry, he's still smiling.

The only one who neither frowned nor smiled was Reeves, with no expression on his face. Like a piece of dry wood.

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When the cynicism in the venue filled the audience like waves one after another, in a large meeting room at the end of the corridor outside the side door, Praise Will and Drizzt, and a weirdo stood in front of the huge monitor on the north wall, tightly Stare at a person's face.

The weirdo's facial features are very uncoordinated. The left eye is big and the right eye is small, especially when staring at a fixed object, it makes people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

Only close officials like Drizzt and Tyron knew him --- Mr. J, His Majesty's most trusted adviser.

He has no name, only a code name.

Hymn Will called him that, and Drizzt called him that too.

The Home Secretary had always believed that the "j" in "Mr. J" was an initial, but by chance. It dawned on him that there might be another meaning, like a "j" in a playing card, and it was written that way too.

Mr. J is rarely seen. Sometimes people who can't see him for a year, but today, His Majesty the King summoned him to the meeting room, and they faced the young man on the monitor together.

Yes, he has a yellow face, and a pair of abyss-like dark eyes.

His name is Tang Fang. One of the protagonists of the joint council, although he was never present. But no one can ignore his existence.

Now, he came to brush up his presence. Create a unique sense of existence in a speechless and helpless way.

Because of him, His Majesty the King had no choice but to leave the venue midway and come to this meeting room.

If Mr. J's face is covered with a layer of frost, then His Majesty's face is covered with a layer of ice.

Captain Tang just replayed a piece of video material for him, which was very unpleasant. It was a supplement to a piece of Surbagio's speech that was broadcast by the "Aradelle" official media just now.

Including the living body transformation carried out by the God Armed Sub-Organization hidden in the "Rulzan" scientific research institute area, detailed information on genetic recombination experiments, research logs, and those stored in the mind of the clone leader, who colluded with Kurobakino and used Scarlet Parasitism Worm plot to assassinate Congreve.

If it is an ordinary person, it is naturally impossible to get testimony from a cloned population, but for an information connection such as "nerve parasite-infection-planetary command center-Tang Fang", extracting brain memories and transcribing them into audio-visual materials is a very important task. simple things.

The first time he saw something like this, Drizzt had to go to the venue and invite Praiseville, not just because it was too shocking.

According to Captain Tang, His Majesty the King must be very interested in these contents.

Facts have proved that His Majesty the King is indeed interested in them, and he did not hesitate to suspend the joint meeting for this reason.

Drizzt didn't know why, could it be that the things on it were related to His Majesty the King?

He looked at Mr. J beside him, and found that those uncoordinated eyes were narrowed tightly, like a cat locking its prey.

Could it be that Mr. J knows something?

Yes, Drizzt didn't know about these things, let alone the relationship between His Majesty the King and the Supreme Security Council.

Tang Fang didn't say that it was armed by God. He logically based on Sulbacho's account, and regarded the institution that used human body for experiments as a pawn placed by the Supreme Security Council in "Aladale".

"Drizzit, go down first, remember to close the door." Psalmwell ordered, his tone very calm.

Such words fell into Drizzt's heart, but he was not at all calm, but set off a raging sea.

This shows that His Majesty the King does not want him to know something, which indirectly proves that His Majesty the King is really related to the Supreme Security Council.

He couldn't imagine how bad it would be if someone found out that His Majesty the King was involved with a criminal organization like the Supreme Security Council...I'm afraid. The entire Hillenbuer region will be boiling over this.

"Over there at the venue..."

"I'll talk about everything when I go back."

"yes."

Drizzt backed out the door. Although there were many puzzles and shocks in his heart, he knew exactly what he should do.

The door closed slowly, and Anthem Will looked at Tang Fang's back and said, "You want to let me let go with this thing? It's not enough!"

No pleasantries, no formalities. The first official meeting between the two, the first conversation, was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Well, if it's just these, of course it's not enough."

Tang Fang nodded honestly: "Fortunately, there are things like this. There are many more."

"Your Majesty, do you want to have a meal first and then come back to watch? Well, I can wait for you... Otherwise, those ministers and lords will complain about your unreasonable superhuman game."

Anthem Will narrowed his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "I hope your so-called 'thing' is as powerful as your mouth."

On the screen, Captain Tang touched his mouth. He smiled and said: "Please believe that, facing His Majesty the King, I have already paid enough attention to propriety."

Praise Will suppressed the anger in his heart with all his strength, and looked coldly at his three-point joking, seven-point serious face.

"Sure enough, politics are boring." Speaking of this, the yellow-faced kid on the big screen paused, and then shouted to the left with a voice that was almost growling: "Freya, how many times have I told you. Batteries are for use, not for sucking, and they're not jelly. Not for sucking ice."

Captain Tang left the camera, and then there was a sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping.

After a few breaths, his gloomy face returned to the center of the screen, and he said apologetically, "Sorry, the child is ignorant, and His Majesty made you laugh."

Anthem Will's fists were clenched tightly. Really tight, slightly whitish at the joints.

The saber at his waist was also shaking. Just like his current mood.

He didn't know if that kid did it on purpose.

He knows one thing, if it's not a screen. He would draw out his long sword without hesitation and split the person in front of him in half.

He is Hymnwell, King of the United Kingdom of Turanx, and in no way should he be treated like this.

Perhaps because he knew he was wrong, Captain Tang's face quickly disappeared and was replaced by another video.

A heavy-duty shuttle flew from south to north to the ice-covered polar island, and a modified space capsule was mounted on the bottom of the cabin.

He watched it enter the shaft, watched it park in the hangar, watched the prisoners board the train and enter an underground facility.

He also saw many petri dishes containing human bodies, test benches with organs and slices, all kinds of medical equipment, clones with some mutations, identical faces, guards with guns and expressionless faces. researcher.

The screen changed.

The flames of war spread across the floors, explosions emerged in the distance, and shattered glass and dust flew into the sky.

Arms turned into spears pierced the prisoner's chest.

Those arms that turned into tentacles rolled up the human body, crushed them, and turned them into a mass of rotten flesh spraying bright red.

Those arms turned into spray guns squeezed out countless spore clusters, and they exploded on the surface of the target, corroding into a pool of thick blood.

...

These pictures fully explain what cruelty and cruelty are.

Very realistic and bloody.

The picture disappeared, the screen dimmed, and a line of characters flashed in the center, titled "Tinder Project".

The cursor paused for a moment, and was replaced by shocking words one after another.

Mr. J's eyes, one big and one small, sometimes widen and sometimes narrow, and the white shirt without a tie bulges and falls, bulges again, and then falls again.

The ups and downs are not from the chest, but from something unknown.

After the content about the "Tinder Project" is over, it is the fragmented information collected from the "Gypsy" folk and official media, combined with some government documents and call records, and all kinds of clues can be connected together to piece together a complete piece of evidence chain.

Such evidence is enough to push the "Gypsy" Governor Crivana to the guillotine and pay the due price for his atrocities against humanity. Similarly, Turamon, as the master of the Sibersian star system, cannot escape the guilt of ineffective supervision.

You must know that Turamon is the younger brother of His Majesty the King, and the most important close minister. Has His Majesty the King been implicated in such a crime?

There is no direct evidence that Praise Will was involved in this matter, which does not mean that his face will look good.

In fact, His Majesty's face is extremely ugly. If the face was ice before, then it is now. It should be described as "Xuanbing".

He pursed his lips, did not express any opinion, and a line of bruise appeared on his dull lips.

Mr. J was also silent, but there were some changes in one big and one small eyes --- very strange changes.

The small eye on the left became pitch black, and the pupil and white of the eye could not be distinguished, and the pupil of the big eye on the right shrank. Then it was filled with blood red, and cobweb-like blood threads radiated to the white area of ​​the eyes.

This makes him look evil, like a ghost.

Turamon once reported what happened to "Gypsyle" to Psalm Will, but unfortunately, no one was left alive at the scene, and he didn't know who was responsible for such an act.

Now. His Majesty the King finally knew who did it.

It turned out that when he was about to plot against Captain Tang, the other party had already messed with him first.

The matter of the God's Armed Sub-Organization in the "Rulzan" Research Institute has his shadow, and the matter of the "Gypsel" scientific research base is also from him. I am afraid that Captain Tang already has a lot of information about God's Armed Forces. .

Although these things were not enough to pose a threat, they still made him restless and felt a sense of crisis.

This is not the end, just some phased information. When the last scene appeared in front of my eyes, whether it was His Majesty the King or Mr. J. They all showed panic expressions.

Such a scene appearing on His Majesty's face may be more expensive than his priceless smile.

The appearance of the "Void Ripper" made it difficult for him to maintain his composure. Those phagosome samples, human clone samples, biochemical modulator samples, and Terro's face, these images were like a sharp knife piercing the heart of His Majesty the King .

For a long time, he mistakenly thought that Telo stopped contacting him after Tang Fang captured "Georgia" because of the purpose of hiding himself. Worried that remote communication will reveal the location of the "Void Ripper".

Now it seems that it is not what he thought at all.

The reason why Tello didn't contact him. It's not that I dare not, but that I can't.

The "Void Ripper" has fallen into the hands of Captain Tang. And that kid is now smiling and telling him a situation. He thinks the "Void Ripper" is not good, so he renamed it "The Angel."

At the same time, on behalf of the entire crew of the "Morning Star", he thanked God for the new flagship presented by Armed Forces.

The blood red in Mr. J's right eye became more intense, his body trembled violently, and his heart made a thumping pacing sound.

The atmosphere at the scene was even weirder. The two eyes, one big and one small, one red and one black, made him look like he was possessed by a ghost. Now coupled with the thunderous heartbeat, if he was placed in broad daylight, it would probably frighten many people.

There's no broad daylight here, and Praiseville is no ordinary guy.

"You two, are you shocked?" Tang Fang finally showed some mockery on his face.

Praise Will's face slowly calmed down, as naturally as a piece of solid ice melting into water.

"What do you want to say?"

He didn't answer Tang Fang's words. With His Majesty's ingenuity, naturally he would not be such a superficial third-class concubine.

Whether it is the "Void Ripper" or Telro's face, nothing can be explained. It is a matter of God's armed forces and has nothing to do with him.

Captain Tang will not swindle any desired consultation from him.

Mr. J is the same, even though that face has been severely deformed, it looks more like a devil than a human.

The sarcasm on Tang Fang's face came like a shower and went like a spring breeze, and was replaced by a kind and bright smile in the blink of an eye.

"You don't need to be so serious at all, I just share the fun things with His Majesty the King, and then ask casually, just chatting."

If Hymn Will's face is like a piece of eternal ice that won't melt when thrown into a frying pan, then Captain Tang's face is like a green leaf that is ever-changing, and when the wind blows, it will fly and fly to the edge of the field, Fly to the meadow of flowers and change into different colors and different scenery.

"Small chat?" Anthem Will sneered: "First, my time is precious, and second, I am not friends with you, not in the past, not now, and not in the future."

"Don't be so absolute." Tang Fang showed a look of disappointment and aggrieved when the confession was rejected: "Because you are His Majesty the King, I have tried to talk to you with a more approachable and humble attitude. It's a bit funny, but please don't doubt my sincerity."

"If you're just going to amuse me, so far, I still have important things to deal with." Praise Will is about to leave, just like he said, he has more important things to do.

In fact, there was another reason in his mind, but it was inconvenient to say.

He was a little scared.

The kid on the screen gave him a very dangerous feeling.

Such emotions are very unreasonable. Would His Majesty the king be afraid of a young man who smells like milk? I'm afraid it will make people laugh out loud when they say this.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, just like the other party's self-mockery, the frivolous and naive Captain Tang looks like a grandstanding clown in front of the steady and mature His Majesty the King.

But... only when he really faced him and saw the starry sky-like deep world in those eyes that were excluding killing intent, excluding sharpness, and excluding icy cold, would he realize how superficial those superficial impressions are.

Only people who are extremely stupid think he is a tease.

In the eyes of Psalm Will, he is more like a cunning and insidious hunter, paying attention to the changes in the surrounding environment all the time, looking for the best time to shoot the hunting arrow.

Unfortunately, his target is himself.

"Troublesome." Tang Fang smiled wryly and shook his head, the screen changed and was replaced by another face.

Terro's old and pale face appeared in front of the two of them.

"Impossible!" It was Mr. J who spoke.

This was the first time he spoke. His voice was not hoarse, nor crisp. The tone was low, mixed with a slight metallic tone. (to be continued)

ps: Thank you Mr. Sen who can't get up from bed for your reward.

Thanks to Destruction Hymn, Unusual River Valley, Spider Crab, Fate xx, the prosperity has come to an end, the book realizes the dream in my heart, fjn233, w?h?t, the great wretched light, and the ever-changing magician for their rewards.

Thank you, Yueyi, Deng Mao, Ji Nian, Tianji Voyage, Emperor Tank, for some reason, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and praise from the god-like Dante.