Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 886: Pond Fish

For some reason, it suddenly darkened.

Rain poured down.

A bolt of thunder broke through the clouds, and in an instant, it exploded like an iron tree and silver flower. Half the sky was bright and dazzling, and it dazzled the eyes of the people.

Horn wasn't dazzled by the lightning. He retracted his gaze from the ship's porthole. The baffles outside the window were slowly descending, blocking the rain and rain outside. The Black Hawk was completely unaffected by the thunderstorm in this harsh rainstorm. After a burst of gliding, he drew a beautiful arc and plunged into the rain clouds below. Lightning and lightning continuously struck its body, but it was completely absorbed by a barrier.

A moment later, the flying ship leapt out of the clouds and flew towards Area 21.

Soft lights lit up the hull of the ship. Horn sat in a comfortable chair. There were only two cups of coffee on the dining table in front of him. One of the cups belonged to Horn. As for the other cup, it was naturally the guard sitting opposite him. Anna was silently stroking the screen of her brain, sending out secret orders as her fingers moved. While they were at a distance of a thousand meters above the sky, several clan surface forces, including Area 21, moved towards the location Anna had designated.

Looking at the silent Secret Warrior, Horn smiled, "Don't be so serious, Anna. You have to smile more, especially women, to be close."

Anna put down her brain and took a sip of coffee. "I don't need to make people feel close. As long as I can protect Master, it doesn't matter if I have a smelly face."

Horn shook his head and laughed, "You're right. I'm angry that I didn't listen to your advice and insisted on going to Area 21."

Anna frowned and sighed, "Master, Baker invited you to negotiate, even though it was Tyre's territory to avoid suspicion." But as you know, Old Baker and Tell have been flirting. Tyre had been neutral all these years, but who knew that he wouldn't bribe Old Baker. "Of course, I know that Master has always been full of ideas. Since he has agreed to the appointment, he is definitely confident."

"Mm, we, Anna, also know how to flatter people. Especially if we can flatter them so easily. Not bad, not bad." Horn bent his finger and flicked the cup. The coffee in the cup immediately rippled. Horn looked at the ripples and said, "Anna, you know, our little Ellen did a great job this time. His Excellency the President not only gave him a first-class credit, but also gave the Planet Cloud Iron to Beth Cord by name. What do you think of this?"

"Of course that's a good thing," Anna replied. "In this way, Young Master Allen will be able to sit firmly at the top of the list. There shouldn't be any objections, right? Furthermore, with Planet Cloud Iron, our clan's strength can rise to a higher level. At least ten years of hard work will be saved. It's a great thing. That's right, that's right …"

"It's just too eye catching," Horn said on her behalf.

The Bescot Patriarch sighed, "It would be a great thing for Alan to obtain either First Grade military merit or Planet Cloud Iron." However, if he had both of them, he would feel that his sharpness was too obvious. We have been in the limelight these past few years, so we really don't need to add anything more. "Now that we've reaped so many benefits in vain, it's pushing us to the top of the wave."

Horn snorted, "Our president may not be well-intentioned."

"Master, what do you mean?"

"Anna, if you pay attention, you will know that presidents have always come from civilians or the military, not from aristocratic families." Horn closed his eyes as if he was recuperating. He continued, "Whether it's a noble family or even a wealthy family." No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to send the chess pieces in your hands to the true core of power in the Federation. Do you think that after hundreds of years, we don't have that kind of long-sleeved and good-dancing political talent? It wasn't that he didn't have any, but that he had no way to enter. That inner circle was closed to us from the very beginning. "

"After the Battle of Dawn, the earth was devastated and the power of the state was completely wiped out. When the Federation was first established, there were no manpower, but no resources. Before the war, some clans that had preserved some of their heritage had grasped the strategic resources that the Federation needed most at that time, so there was the first cooperation between the clans and the Federation. At that time, the Federation and the nobles worked together to win. But now, not necessarily … "Horn said softly," Although we have always had a rule of non-interference, this line is gradually becoming blurry over time. We are a fish bone in the throat of successive presidents of the Federation. It will only be a matter of time before we are pulled out. But judging from the President's generosity, the Federation is going to start attacking. "

Anna's expression turned cold. "If Mobius wanted to offend the nobles, it would only be a situation where both of them would be injured. Don't forget that there is still a door of freedom on the surface. Is he so unwise?"

Horn chuckled, "You underestimate our president." Military merits and Planet Cloud Iron were merely throwing themselves into this pool of fish known as the Nobility Pool. Now these two fish landed in the mouth of a big fish called Beth Cod, but look, there were too many baits for the big fish to swallow in one go. It was hard to guarantee that the other fish and shrimp in the pond had no ideas. If the other fish and shrimp fought for food, even though they would not risk their lives, the pond water would still be mixed. If the pond water mixed, who could see what would happen in the pond water? Even if they took the opportunity to swim into a shark called Federation, no one would be able to see it clearly. At that time, regardless of big fish or small fish, they will eventually enter the mouth of the shark's blood. "

"Our president is setting a long-term plan. The overthrow of the nobles begins with him. But when it ends, he may not be able to see it, but he is determined to take action. Mobius is a man with great courage."

Anna was shocked.

"The water is about to start mixing, and I don't have the patience to take care of Old Baker bit by bit. If we can't concentrate on this big fish before we mix in the pond water. No need for sharks to move their mouths, it's time to give the rest of the fish and shrimp a clean meal. Old Baker must have made all the preparations before he dared to invite me to negotiate. Then I'll do as he says and cut the mess with my knife. "Even though some blood will eventually flow, it's still better than being eaten, right?" Horn opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with lightning. "It's just that Old Baker's ten preparations were just his own wishful thinking."

In Area 21, there was a world-famous city, the same name as the old casino city of Las Vegas. It was also a casino city itself. Casinos are everywhere and hotels are everywhere. Some were rich overnight, while others were poor overnight. The ups and downs of life were nothing more than this.

In Casino City, there was a Golden Sail Club. It was both a hotel and a casino. This club has a medium reputation, a medium profit, and a medium scale. In fact, it was not enough, it was more than enough. The only person who could make a move was his seniority. In Casino City, regardless of whether it was the business of the hotel or casino, it was like the ups and downs of Hundred Forms of Life in the city. Not to mention how many casinos had been opened and how many had been shut down in the past ten years. Only a handful of phoenix feathers and horns were left.

Jin Fan didn't have anything else, only his seniority was old enough. Senior, of course, there will always be regular patrons, especially those who are generous. Those generous gamblers weren't casually picking places to gamble. If a casino opens, you don't know the root of the problem. God knows if you will bully the customers. In case the customers win too much and turn on each other, it is not that there are no casinos like this, but there are too many casinos. Jin Fan has quite a good reputation in this respect. You can win as much as you want, and you definitely won't do anything like stabbing the black knife behind your back. As for word of mouth, it was settled over time.

Therefore, after so many years, the golden sail was still standing. Even though it wasn't full late at night, it wasn't as good as being a sparrow in front of a door. What was rare was that after all these years of operation, it wasn't necessary for the boss to expand his scale. As a result, Jin Fan maintained his original appearance and walked down through the ten years of storms in Vegas.

But tonight, Jin Fan did something that was puzzling.

The Golden Sail Club, which was open all year round and had been like a day for ten years, announced its suspension of business early tonight. However, around 8 pm, there were flying cars that drove to the entrance of the clubhouse. It was clear that there were distinguished guests coming to the clubhouse.

However, the lobby supervisor standing at the entrance knew what kind of distinguished guests they were, but vicious guests and vicious people. At this moment, a skinny old man emerged from the leading flying car. He did not look conspicuous at all, but the lobby manager had long been told that it was Old Baker from the eighth district. Old Baker had the nickname Butcher when he was young, although he had never done such a thing before. However, there was always a trace of killing intent on his dying face. Even though the supervisor was used to seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his back when he smiled sinisterly.

He hurriedly greeted them.

Before he could get close, he was stopped by a man with an oblique scar on his face. Lightning looked expressionlessly at the supervisor and said, "Stand here and talk."

The supervisor dared not say anything and forced an ugly smile on his face. "Master Baker, Mr. Tyre has been waiting for a long time," he said to the old man. josei

Old Baker seemed a little absent-minded. He looked at the bodyguards in sunglasses and suits behind him and answered with a "yes". The lobby manager only felt that he was really sticking to his cold butt, but he didn't dare to argue. It was pure impatience to argue with the butcher. He had originally prepared a set of gorgeous words, but this time he quickly swallowed them into his stomach. Looking at her appearance, it was obvious that she wasn't in the mood to deal with a nobody like herself, so she should hurry up and bring someone along.

The supervisor bowed and said, "Please follow me." Then, he led the way.

Old Baker waved his hand and thunder and lightning moved first. Old Baker was in the middle, and five bodyguards walked behind him. According to the previous agreement, no one is allowed to carry weapons. Otherwise, the alarm at the door would ring as soon as they entered. Old Baker walked neither fast nor slow. He looked ahead and muttered to himself, "How confident are you against Horn?"

"Five to five." A voice came from behind.

"Five points? Not bad. I hope you won't talk nonsense." Old Baker whispered.