Chapter 1171 ‘Conspiracy’ (Asking for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1172 ‘Conspiracy’ (please vote)

South District·76th Street

"So, you need us to help you regain control of the two major consortiums?"

The man in red robe looked at the old man in front of him with a smile, and said with a smile, "You are here alone, aren't you afraid that we will kill you and exchange for benefits from the new owners of the two major consortiums in Mingte City?"

"You won't,"

Wiken glanced at the figure around the man in red robe and the flame emblem enshrined behind the man in red robe, and smiled, "First of all, those people must be fighting among themselves. After Rembert and I left, no one can Suppress the two major consortiums. The two major consortiums have no new owners at all. Apart from me, you can't find anyone else to trade with.

"Secondly, we are all smart people, and I believe you prefer to cooperate with smart people. A pig-like teammate can often cause much more harm than a powerful opponent, right?"

He paused, glanced at the murderous figures behind the man in red robe, and said with a smile, "I guess you are preparing to do something now, and you are not planning to cooperate with the two major consortiums."

"Why do you think we can be logical,"

The man in red robe had a gentle face and smiled in a persuasive tone, "We are the Chaos Church. If you want to kill people, just kill them. You don't have to care about these rules and covenants."

"Because my existence can help you bring greater chaos,"

Wiken narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression did not change, and said with a smile, "You are the church, and all chaos is to please the gods, and then get gifts from the gods. The greater the chaos, the more benefits you will gain. This That’s what I can bring to you.”

His eyes swept over the man in red robe and the figures next to the man in red robe, and continued,

“Do you think you can cause more chaos with your own strength, or the two major consortiums that have been operating in Mingte City for many years and have two main mercenary groups outside the city?

"As long as you send me back to the two major financial groups, I can give you enough chaos to please your gods."

"So,"

The man in red robe smiled and said, "Dear Mr. Wicken, what can you gain from this chaos?"

"There's nothing I can say now,"

Weiken narrowed his eyes, "As long as I don't lose anything and can complete the tasks assigned to me by the headquarters, that's all."

"Headquarters mission?"

The man in red robe was stunned for a moment. He seemed to realize something and raised his brow slightly, "Do you have a way to attract the mercenary group outside?"

"I have been sitting on the top floor of the Music Note Building for so many years. I must have some influence on this city, right?"

Wiccan laughed.

"Interesting, interesting. Mr. Weiken is worthy of being the uncrowned king who has influenced the entire Minter City for decades."

The man in red robe applauded lightly.

Accompanied by loud applause, the figures behind him gradually walked out, surrounding Wiccan.

Then he squinted his eyes, looked at Wicken's cheek, and smiled, "If we threaten with life, will Mr. Wicken tell all your secrets? A selfish person like you is usually most afraid of death. Yes, just a little torture..."

He raised his eyes, met Wiccan's eyes, and continued to smile gently,

"I believe you also know very well that we are the Church of Chaos, not the FBI, so when we torture people, we don't have to talk about rules and human rights. We can use whatever is useful. We have many interesting gadgets to invite Mr. Wicken try."

"You don't have to get into those things,"

Wiken smiled and said, "I can tell you everything I know, and then you can kill me, but I believe you can also understand that the same thing has different effects in the hands of different people. , I can make some people trust me, but you may not be able to.”

"Hahaha, Mr. Wicken really does have two brushes."

The man in red robe applauded lightly.

Those who surrounded Wiccan gradually retreated and dispersed.

"So what exactly does Mr. Wicken want from us?"

The man in red robe continued to smile.

"I heard that your church has B-level extraordinary beings?"

Wiken looked at the man in red robe and asked with a smile, "They also entered the city with you?"

"You must have heard wrong, we don't have B-class extraordinary people,"

The man in red robe smiled and said, "And even if there are, the senior personnel in our church are all named on the wanted list, and generally they will not enter the city. Now that the city gate is closed, there are mercenary groups outside, even more so. Can't get in."

"Then we may still have to consider manpower issues."

Wiccan retracted the topic, as if he just asked out of curiosity.

"Mr. Wicken wants us to escort you back to the Note Intelligence Building?"

The man in red robe asked in a low voice.

"Music Note Building, what's there?"

Wiken smiled and said, "It's just a building there. I only got a building when I went back. Being the building manager can't change the situation, and Sauter is not a fool. The buildings of the two major consortiums must be different now." It's under his control, and he's waiting for me to come back."

"So where do you want us to take you?"

The man in red robe was slightly startled.

“Go where you can really get help.”

Wiccan laughed.

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Borrick leaned on the edge of the simple shack, looked at Wiken walking out of the church, and sneered, "It seems that you have completed the conspiracy."

"It's just a joint discussion about how to get the city back on track."

Wiccan smiled.

"You discussed with a bunch of Chaos Cultists how to get the city back on track?"

Borrick raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered, "It seems you succeeded in convincing these lunatics to help you."

"I don't agree with what you say, there are no crazy people in this world,"

Wiken shook his head, "As long as you are human, you will have desires, and you can be corrupted and controlled, and become our allies. The Chaos Church is nothing more than an organization composed of people."

"What about Sauter?"

Borrick asked curiously.

"Saote,"

Weiken was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face faded, "He is indeed a madman."

"There are quite a lot of people coming here,"

Borrick did not continue on this issue, but looked at the church with the door ajar, "Do these believers know that they believe in the God of Chaos?"

"Know? Maybe not?"

Wiken glanced at the people outside who were gradually becoming fewer and fewer under the fading light.

"But is it important? Living here, with no jobs, no hope, no future, surrounded by drug users, prostitutes, thieves, and robbers, what else can they believe in besides religion? I believe that the city government will rebuild their houses. , give them jobs and let them live a good life?”

He turned around, looked at Borrick, took a cigarette from the cigarette case in Borrick's hand, and held it in his mouth.

"They don't care about God, and God doesn't care about them. They just want to find someone, or some people, to tell them, 'You are still alive, God cares about you, and the church members care about you.'

“The priest or priest listens to them like a parent, ‘God is your Lord and your Father,’ so that they feel like they are back in the family and feel that they are protected.

"They themselves may not know that they are just greedy for the illusory warmth of the church, which looks like family. They only think that they have obtained salvation from the gods, have devout faith, can be protected by the gods after death, and even feel special. It was as if he had escaped from the quagmire.

"As for who the believer is, does it matter? As long as this process is complete, whoever is worshiped in it will be praised piously."

"It seems that you are not indifferent to the residents here."

Borrick handed over the electronic cigarette lighter and let Weekn light the cigarette.

"certainly,"

Weiken took a drag on his cigarette and said with a smile, "I have so many industries here. Although the people here don't have much money, they still contribute some income to me every year."

He looked back at the church behind him, took a puff of cigarette, and said with a smile, "When everything is done, I will kill all these chaos believers. Then I will build a church here and put any god in it." .

"What the church provides is emotional value. Isn't it appropriate to collect some 'donations'?"

Buzz——

The trembling blade cut through the lit cigarette in the air with cold light, splitting the burning cigarette into two.

Borrick twirled the knife and inserted the stainless steel dagger back into his waist. He looked at Wiccan, who had only the flat cigarette filter left in his mouth, and said with a smile, "This cigarette also has to be paid for."

The cigarette still carrying a few sparks fell into the pond, half of its body was submerged in the water, and the flame was extinguished.

"It's obvious that you really want to kill me."

Weiken took off the cigarette butt and smiled.

"Aren't you also discussing how to kill them in front of their church?"

Borrick said casually.

"They should be discussing inside now how to kill me afterwards. They should have hidden their power. I always feel that the Church of Chaos may have packed some scary guys into the city over the years."

Wiccan looked at Borrick, "And I, although I am a bad and oozing beast in your mouth, dirty order is also order. These chaos cultists prefer to see a group of wastes fighting for the supreme power of the two major consortiums. The fighting was bloody, the chickens and dogs were restless,

"When I was in there just now, they must have really considered killing me."

"Aren't you afraid?"

Borrick pulled out the Gauss pistol that was inserted back into his waist and asked casually.

"Of course I'm scared,"

Weiken smiled and said, "But if I don't do this, how can I make them think I'm reliable? In business, it's normal to take some risks. When you pointed a gun at me, I was also scared, but in order to get my wealth back With power, something has to be done, right?”

He raised his hand and said, "Let's go to the next place."

"Why aren't you with your new 'ally'?"

Borrick raised a brow.

"They still have some things to prepare. It will be here later. I can't really be with these chaos cultists. What if one of them really has a brain twitch and shoots me? Don't put your own Life is in the hands of unpredictable and humble people. There are too many surprises in this world. "

Weiken turned around and looked at the sun that was gradually setting in the sky, and walked in the direction he came from, "Let's go, it's getting dark. We still have a lot to do, and Sauter won't give us too much time."

"Your allies will be happy to cut you into pieces after hearing your comments."

Borrick glanced at Wiccan and said casually.

He held the gun, slowly moved forward, and left here.

Not long after the two left, under the dim twilight, a thin figure wearing loose clothes approached the pond and picked up the half-extinguished cigarette on the ground in the water.

He carefully looked at the cigarette, looked around, and found that other people were already walking towards the location of the cigarette. He carefully put the cigarette into his arms, and before those people could react, he rushed into the dim twilight deep in the street.

There will be another update at noon.

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It seems that the lottery event cannot be held. Dian Niang deleted it.

It died before it even started.

Then let's just draw it casually, no need to be so formal, or draw the monthly ticket stubs, from all the monthly tickets in August, and draw a lucky master to give a Black Myth.

Ask for votes at the end of the month.

(By the way, Black Myth is super fun.)