Chapter 472： Flies and the clown

Kenan Rupert is in charge of monitoring the Kleiya and others in the backyard of the "Venice" hotel. The "P-21" battleship pier where the "Morning Star" is located is also tight outside and inside.

Ever since Eisenhower, the ambassador of the Monya Empire to "Babylon", accused the "Babylon" Navy Deputy Commander Temple Griffin of conspiring to frame the Monya Empire, he was a despicable and insidious villain. With the help of some people at the top of the Star Alliance, The poor deputy commander was hid by the navy. Although he had never been removed from his post, he was still a yellow flower yesterday, and his fortune was no longer. Now he is arranged to monitor the "Morning Star" at the battleship dock to prevent any changes.

In the past few days, he has been very upset. He hates the shameless politicians who used the topic to play the role, and the insidious and cunning Eisenhower. After arriving at the battleship dock, he even hated the "Morning Star". If it does not come to "Babylon" , Tang Fang would not auction the two complete relics of Epsilon. If there were no two complete relics of Epsilon, the following things would not happen, nor would they be seized by political opponents and take his military.

The military department did not tell him the reason for doing this, but only told him to keep an eye on the "Morning Star". If there is any change, he must be destroyed before the "Aurora" unfolds.

Temple had a hatred of "Morning Star", but he hated the **** of the military even more.

With years of political instincts, he felt that the relationship between the Star Alliance government and Tang Fang was a bit delicate, so he was curious as to what the young man who had brought him down to this point was really extraordinary.

…………

In the hinterland of the Star Alliance, the young "Duma" star system has a natural ocean planet, beautiful and rich. It is seven or eighth similar to the earth, the cradle of human civilization. It is Heisenberg. cultural Center.

This is not only a gathering place for the core politicians of the Star Alliance. The majority of parliamentarians and senior officials work and live here, and they are also the settlements of many celebrities, including the directors of large companies such as the "Rover Technology Consortium" and "Iga Industry".

Today's "Heisenberg" is significantly different from the past. Whether it is a coastal city or the borders of the Western Regions. Regardless of where the capital is located or the empty country roads, all electronic billboards are playing the same video ------Star League President Adam Oliver's live speech in the government lecture hall.

In the evening, "Duma 1" had already fallen into the Xishan Pass and disappeared. Only "Duma 2" hung on the horizon, exuding a soft and ambiguous light.

An island near the equator in the southern hemisphere of "Heisenberg" is bathed in the embrace of the setting sun and sea, calm and peaceful, 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. Several people sit around the wooden table.

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

O'Neill was leaning on a cushion behind his back, wrapped in a loose silk robe, with a calm expression, holding a silver coffee cup and sipping to taste. Unspeakable comfort.

Sitting cross-legged on his right hand is a low-lying old man in his 80s, with a good head and a circle of fluffy white hair around his temples. It looks like a headgear, which is particularly gratifying.

However, anyone with a little bit of knowledge must not dare to laugh at his hairstyle unconsciously, because his name is Hirohiko Iga, from "Iga Industrial".

"At this time, Horace should do it."

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

Today's "Heisenberg" is near dusk, and it is already night on the "Alkesi" side. According to the latest news from Conan Rupert, it is the time to start.

"That kid is very smart."

Hirohiko Iga tied his knees tight. The posture is correct, even though he is over eighty years old, he still stands and sits in a good manner. This is inseparable from Japan's strict and demanding national culture.

On the opposite side of O'Neill, there was not only a vertical display, but also a calm and serious face, with distinct lines that seemed to be cut with a knife. His name was Swinburne Green, and he was the chairman of Ward Heavy Industries.

Hirohiko Iga is a rigorous person, and Swinburne Green is a rigorous person. He gently twisted the opening of the cuff and said: "Unless he is a god!"

"Wanderer Technology Consortium", "Iga Industry", "Ward Heavy Industries"... These military industrial enterprises spend a lot of energy, and the Star Alliance government helps them, not to mention foreign businessmen like Captain Tang, even these old guys. , I’m afraid it’s hard to see through.

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

He was a middle-aged man who looked a bit sloppy. Of course, this does not mean that he is low in status, nor does it mean that he is not taken care of. It is just that he is lazy and spends his free time sleeping.

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

He opened his slightly squinted eyes and said lazily: "You... are really bad guys."

Hirohiko Iga did not move, and gently pulled the corner of his mouth. Swinburne put the cup back on the spotless table and smiled awkwardly.

Only O'Neill laughed, and the volume was even higher than the ping-pong pot lid: "Hamlet, are you mocking us?"

The man's eyes were already closed. Hearing these words, he slowly opened his right eye and said, "I am commenting."

O'Neill straightened up, took the coffee pot in the middle of the wooden table, poured fresh coffee into the cup in front of him, watched the foam gather more and more on the rim of the cup, and said: "The word bad is really spoken from your mouth. awkward."

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

Hirohiko Iga said: "What if the kid doesn't have what we want? Just let him go? If it gets into the media, I can't say it will cause some big trouble."

O'Neill moved his somewhat stiff neck, stood up, looked back at the sunset, and said: "Although the Star Alliance is a parliamentary country, once war is declared with Monya and Sulu, it will enter wartime politics. The power of the President will be. When it comes to a very high level, at that time, the phrase'let's give up the small to the big'. It is a perfect excuse.

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

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

O'Neill looked at him deeply and said jokingly: "Are you trying to entice me to make a guarantee? Don't worry, as long as he really dares to make any changes, even if it's just the small movements of Sesame Mung Bean, I will let him know the flowers. Why is it so glamorous... I always have to do something for Clement, of course. There is also Fukui's share."

He did not forget to add a bit of hatred as a spice 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 the major military enterprises, but now, they are all There is a common enemy, or potential threat-"Morning Star Casting."

Because Captain Tang is really good at dancing with long sleeves, oh, no, he is surly and arrogant, and "showing the limelight" is not necessarily a good thing. The big girls and little wives of the folks may cheer for him, remember his name, and the face that is not so brilliant. Even named the youngest billionaire. But for others, it is tantamount to unreasonable provocations, such as politicians such as him, Tomlinson Dalle, and Lu Yuankui, and businessmen such as Hirohiko Iga and Swinburne.

In the minds of these old guys, they are juniors, so they should converge a little. The so-called jade is not a tool, people don't make things difficult, and progress gradually. Over time, there is an uplifting future, blindly pursuing tall and fast. On the contrary, he hastened and fell into inferiority.

Captain Tang is not their junior. Even the Star Alliance people are not counted, "exclusion" is an eternal proposition, even in the interstellar age, no exception.

What's more, he also caused Clement's fame and ruin, and the two sides forged a deep feud. In O'Neill's view, it was too cheap to kill him alone, playing with Captain Tang and "Morning Star Casting" between applause. It is a pleasing thing to watch him jumping around in the cage like a grasshopper.

Hirohiko Iga smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm not afraid of 10,000, just in case..."

O'Neill interrupted him: "Swinburne just said a word, what is it?"

"Oh, ‘unless he is 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 Sun Monkey is, he cannot escape the general trend of the world. This is destined to be an era without heroes, let alone a'god'! Tang Fang? It's just an annoying fly at best."

Hirohiko Iga stopped talking. I thought it might be a relationship that gets confused as he gets older. Onions is right. Watching him bouncing on and off the stage like a monkey, making a cameo as a clown. It feels really good for the audience to throw some "candies" to amuse him from time to time. It is not comparable to crushing a fly.

Swinburne pulled off the tough cotton thread on the cuffs, taking a breath as if solving a big problem, and said: "If Tang Fang really has what we want in his hands, but he refuses to disclose it, use it as a weight to fight for a long time. , Then what should I do? You can't kill him with a single blow, right? Isn't it a pity."

O'Neill raised his eyebrows, like a raised bridge across the river, and looked at Hamlet, who looked out of the way and closed his eyes, and said: "Jupiter is a big country, far from our Star League... In other words, it is far from comparable to the countries in the Hilumbel 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 is still that way, only the sparse eyelashes under the brow bones tremble slightly, very light, like catkins falling from the branches.

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

"Why? Surprised? You 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 national finances will be much more relaxed, and a few drops can be lost in front of the people. Tears, waste less saliva."

If Tang Fang really had the craftsmanship of biological battleships, he casually fabricated an anti-humanity, and carried out taboo experiments on his head. The assets of "Morning Star Casting" are not the food of the Star Alliance?

The last afterglow of "Duma 2" was exhausted on the horizon, the lake gradually became quiet, and the ceiling sensor light was on, sowing a soft light.

O'Neill grinned. Looking up to the opposite side, he suddenly noticed an anomaly, and Mr. President suddenly stopped his impassioned speech. I was talking to the young and capable female assistant.

His face became a little ugly, as if the gorgeous kimchi was gradually fading during the fermentation process. Some are sour, some are bitter, and some are muddy.

Yes, it's muddy, whether it's the face or winks.

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

About 20 seconds later, the screen flashed, replacing it with a family comedy.

This is a bit funny, and a bit ironic.

O'Neill was stunned, stunned in place.

Hirohiko Iga and Swinburne noticed that the atmosphere was different, and then looked at the monitor, and both exclaimed: "Where is Mr. President? Where is Mr. President?"

Hamlet woke up from his "sleeping dream" and looked at the three people blankly.

Can Adam Oliver leave midway. What happened to giving up such an important speech?

The four people in the room looked at each other.

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

The night falls quietly, there is no moon, only tens of thousands of stars, floating around in the clear lake, like frolicking silver fish.

Lin Haishengtao. The attack body is slightly cold.

The coffee maker "gurgled" tirelessly, very uncomfortable.

A moment of effort. The communicator indicator in the corner of the room lights up, and O'Neill shouts: "Accept." The green light intertwined a face in the air, it was his assistant Joseph Williams.

O'Neill knew that something must have happened. There was no extra opening remarks, and he asked directly: "What's the matter?"

With a solemn expression, Joseph said, "Sir, please turn the TV channel to the international channel of 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 voice fell, the display flashed again, and a great figure in the Phoenix Empire appeared in front of them, Dillon Cook, the Foreign Minister of the Phoenix Empire.

On the screen, he was very angry, facing the camera and microphone, like an angry 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 are like a poisoned dagger, piercing hard into his chest.

Horace and the others... they have missed! It was also seen through by the governor of "Alkasi" Marlow Smith. 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.

Turn your face ruthless? Turn your face ruthless! This is a stark threat, but... what about the Star Alliance? After all, it's a loss.

Want to kidnap a rich man, not kidnap in his own territory, but ran to "Alkesi", using people like Boyle to implement it, for what? Don’t you just want to disassociate yourself?

To quote the words of the Foreign Secretary, the next work! Shameless! despicable! The entire Star Alliance government is like an urn that seeps into the rain, attracts maggots, and the shrimp paste filled with flies is smelly and fishy, ​​making people want to spit out the overnight meal.

It is true that such a remark was said from the mouth of a great nobleman, and it was demeaning and graceful, but at this moment no one would care about it. Vicious words are not the point, the point is the content.

O'Neill's face was clouded and there was no trace of brilliance. Since his father died five years ago, it has never been so ugly.

Hirohiko Iga and Swinburne were also sinking into water, and the smiles that had originally resided on their lips disappeared.

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

Unlike the three of them, Bahamut's eyes were completely drowsy, and the expression on his face was very wonderful, like the graffiti wall on the city street, colorful and gorgeous.

He is different from O'Neill, Hirohiko Iga, and Swinburne. Although there will be a very substantial salary when things are successful, there is no loss if they are not successful.

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

Since you can't make any money, it would be nice to be able to watch a big show immersively. There is no such fun to watch at Jupiter.

"You don't need to worry about it, this is just a side word of Dillon Cook's old thing. Even if Tang Fang is still alive, what about the evidence? What about the material evidence?"

Hamlet’s words are very reasonable, but they did not counteract the negative emotions in the hearts of the three O'Neills. The verbal battles are nothing but a matter. There is no evidence. What a threat. The key is that Captain Tang, what is this guy's background? Horace, Boyle and others were all dead, but they were fine, none of them died.

The fact is that he is always good at beating people in the face. Hamlet's voice just fell off. The monitor screen flashed, and Old Corey's pale face appeared in front of the camera.

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

The three of O'Neill's hearts were shocked, their faces darkened.

Old Corey didn’t have any amazing opening remarks. He was like a downtrodden, slowly expressing the bitterness and guilt that came along the way, as well as the opposition to the Star Alliance government, the Rover Technology Consortium, and Ward Heavy Industries. Complaint. (To be continued)