Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 892: Mysterious Code

The servant who cleaned Eliphant's table was a middle-aged woman with an ordinary appearance and a waist as thick as a bucket. She was an ordinary person, and the only thing she could say was that she had stayed in Eliphant's house for nearly ten years. It could be said that she was a knowledgeable person. The maid dumped the cleaned cigarette butts into the trash can before returning to her room.

He closed the door and opened the closet to block a change of clothes. With the cover of the cabinet door, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, which was the last one that Eliphant had left. This cigarette is nothing special except that there is a set of numbers under the cigarette holder.

318!

The maid parted the clothes hanging on the hanger, exposing the back of the cabinet. He stretched out his hand to grope for it and pressed it down, causing a small space to appear. The maid threw the remaining half of the cigarettes into the pipe. He extended his hand and patted three more times. The baffle fell down, and the wardrobe seemed to be the same as before. She took out a change of clothes and walked to the bathroom with a nameless tune. josei

The number on the cigarette is a set of codes, and the translations are changed every day. The maid has been in the job for ten years, and she doesn't know what that number means. She did not know, nor did she want to know, so she was still alive and well. As for those who were more curious, they had long since become fertilizers in the garden behind the general. The flowers in the garden are beautiful. Can they not be beautiful when they grow on the pile of dead people?

Mobie gently closed the door. He wasn't interested in peeping at a middle-aged woman taking a bath. The President's taste wasn't that heavy, and when he left just now, he heard Eliphant tapping on the table. At first it looked like a Morse code, but there was no point in translating it. After watching Eliphant leave, he could not rest assured and followed the maid. But everything was going well, so he could only feel a little relieved at this point.

Eliphant was indeed someone he had secretly nurtured, but it would be a joke to say that Mobius trusted the general twelve percent.

He was no longer the youth who had joined the army with just a mouthful of blood. To be able to survive until now, Mobius had not only relied on his own strength, but also had a sense of vigilance that he had never relaxed at any moment.

However, as alert as he was, he still couldn't see through the secrets in the maid's cabinet. After all, no matter how cautious the president was, he was not the omnipotent god.

Las Vegas could be as big as it was now, and it was supported by wealthy families and noble clans. Without the nobles in Babylon investing heavily in it, a city on the surface would not have been able to grow to such a scale in just twenty to thirty years. The power of the Casino City was intertwined, and the noble clans had set up eight hundred houses in the city without a thousand in public or in private.

Especially those large clans, which had even more open and honest businesses in the casino. For example, Tyre of Bescot, his real investment in Vegas was definitely not the Golden Sail Club, at least not on the surface. Until tonight, there were only a handful of people who knew that the Golden Sail Club was actually Beth Cord's secret eye.

Other clans could sell out such arrangements, so anything that happened in Las Vegas could not escape the eyes of some big shots. Just like what happened in the Golden Sail Club tonight, the big crocodiles in Babylon not only knew about it, but also knew it in detail.

At breakfast, Leon met his father, the current head of the William family, Andrew, in the restaurant. Andrew was middle-aged, but he looked like Leon's brother. Among his three knees, Andrew looked more like Leon than the dead card artisan and Paul, who was still number one, and more like Leon's brother. The dining room was very quiet. Paul wasn't there. Leon glanced at his father and sat down to eat silently.

Andrew looked up at him and smiled, "This is the first time I've seen you eat breakfast since I came back. Why, I can't even eat breakfast in the Garden of Eden?"

"I don't care. Sometimes I just sleep in the trenches. When I hear gunshots, I open my eyes and lie down when I'm tired. There were times when I thought I wouldn't be able to come back. Tsk, it's still delicious at home." Leon said casually.

Andrew was more satisfied with the current Leon, the foreign experience, the surface wars, and the recent interstellar battlefield. These experiences were constantly polishing his favorite son, and now Leon lacked the noble aura that had been carved into his bones when he first met Allen. Leon, who had a beard and a faint scar on his face, was more mature now. That is …

A young maid walked past Leon and suddenly whispered. Leon retracted his hand and said with a smile, "Even a woman's butt feels more comfortable at home."

Andrew shook his head. This kid had been on the battlefield for a few years, but he had also mixed up his ruffian habits.

He knocked on the table and said, "Something happened in Vegas last night."

Leon looked at his father.

Andrew changed the subject to an 180-degree curve. "It's really fascinating that Qiu Yan is back. Unfortunately, I wasn't there. No matter how accurate the news was, it wouldn't be enough to reveal the full charm of Mr. Horn's saber strike."

Leon impatiently tapped his fork on the plate and said, "Tell me what happened."

"You should sharpen your patience." "Last night in Vegas, Mr. Horn killed Old Baker," Andrew said without suspending his son's appetite. "On the same night, a few of Old Baker's capable cadres were also killed by lightning. The elder's kingdom was taken over by Mr. Horn. It is predictable that Bescord will grow rapidly in the future. Maybe he will become the fourth-richest family."

Leon frowned, "Mr. Horn seems a little too anxious."

"That's right. Being able to see this isn't a waste of your years of training." "But you only know one thing and you don't know the other," Andrew said warmly. "Mr. Horn is not anxious, he has to be anxious."

Leon's ability to be valued by his father, apart from his temper and appetite for Andrew, also had some ability. Andrew did not reveal anything. He had already keenly smelled something. He said in a deep voice, "You mean Alan's military contributions, and that Planet Cloud Iron."

Andrew smiled and didn't answer, but asked, "Tell me honestly, are you jealous?"

"Of course I'm jealous." Leon said with a bitter face, "This daddy fought to the death to get a second-class military merit. Not to mention the first-class merit that Allen's lucky brat got, the Federation even gave Planet Cloud Iron to Beth Cod. What a privilege."

'"What a privilege. That's right, the current Bescord is dazzling and unparalleled. Even you feel jealous. The others wish they could bite off a few mouthfuls of fat on Bescord's body." Andrew said softly.

Leon was shocked and looked at his father, "You mean that Beth Curd's privilege is not only bad, but also likely to attract trouble? That's why Mr. Horn was so anxious to cut off Old Baker, who was a burden to him, and refused to leave?"

"If I were Mr. Horn, I would probably have to do this." Andrew narrowed his eyes and said, "But Bescord was pushed to the forefront, intentionally or otherwise, and it's not just him. Leon, believe it or not, this is just the beginning. In the end, all of us so-called nobles will be affected."

Leon opened his eyes wide, clearly aware of the turbulent undercurrents after the incident.

Andrew did not say anything. The father and son were silent for a moment. It was Andrew who broke the silence and asked, "If there comes a day when Bescord is in great danger, how will you be?"

Leon looked at his father. After a while, he took a deep breath and said, "I will do my best to help Alan."

He didn't mention Beth Cod, just Alan, but Andrew nodded. The head of the William family gently skipped the question and said, "Alan should be back soon. Ironically, you have two brothers, but in the end, your blood is not as affectionate as an outsider."

Leon clenched his fists and suddenly said, "Of your three sons, there will always be only one left. Do you hate me?"

Andrew didn't answer directly. He said, "When I was your age, I had two brothers and three younger brothers. But now, how many brothers do you see me having?"

The answer is none.

Leon stood up and said, "I'm leaving."

Andrew waved his hand and waited for his son to leave before sighing, "Everyone only sees the glory of the rich and noble families. Who really sees the glory of the rich and noble families? They are all piles of blood and ugliness."

Naturally, no one in the restaurant answered.

On the third day after Old Baker's death, Alan returned to Babylon. The royal airship from Adahua Planet was teleported directly from Colorful Iris Gate in Garter to the Moon and then transported to Babylon on a federal airship. This time, there was no welcoming ceremony, and almost no one was alarmed. Alan quietly returned to Castle Ugarte on the floating island.

Under the guidance of Steward Helsing, Alan met Horn in the study.

Horn continued to work at his desk as usual. It could be seen that the family head's life wasn't that easy.

Hearing the door open, Horn looked up and saw Alan.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in the quiet study, causing Helsing to be unable to breathe freely. He retreated, only to see Alan standing on the spot, motionless.

After a moment, Horn laughed and said, "Not bad, I went to the Garden of Eden. Not only did I break through the second Origin Energy restriction, I also broke through to Level 25. Wait, why is your Origin Energy … This is Void Origin Energy?"

At this moment, the flame marks that covered more than half of Alan's body flashed and disappeared. He chuckled and remained silent.

Horn shook his head, "Now even I'm jealous of you, you lucky brat. Scram over here, I have something to say to you."

Alan obediently walked forward.

The two talked in secret for an hour, and when they left the study, Allen's expression was obviously not as relaxed as it had been when he first arrived.