Chapter 691： Mr. J

The fence lords who voted for it earlier were 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 vote, because Ange Will wants to give them a way out, and it can also be said to survive.

Some people feel that they are not on a way to survive, but on a dead end.

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-school forces will be greatly injured.

However, the person who can force His Majesty the King to suspend the meeting, leave the meeting, and the person who can defeat the hybrid warship, can imagine how much energy he has.

It is enough for Henrietta's camp to have him. As long as the core members are intact, the presence or absence of the two-minded lords does not make much sense.

Moreover, Tusenna has just made a choice.

He is the veteran of the fencer, and his status in China is similar to that of Tripatti. His surrender is bound to affect those fencer lords who abstain from voting.

Because today, the Turanx United Kingdom will no longer be on the fence, only the new faction of His Majesty the King and the latest chapter of the military alliance of Henryetta-Tang Fang.

"Hmph, the voting is over, this kind of verbal controversy has no meaning." Turamon stared at Mellor's face and said in a calm tone.

In fact, his gaze was not calm at all, with killing intent and undisguised killing intent.

It was his uncle, dear uncle, but no one doubted that if the conditions were right, he would not hesitate to use a sword to penetrate Mellor's chest, just like Servez did to his brother.

He called such behavior "strength".

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

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

Tyron frowned.

Those princes who belonged to Sange Will frowned.

Turlamon frowned.

Edwina frowned.

Li Yun frowned.

Servis frowned.

Robinson frowned.

Arudiba frowned.

Finney frowned.

The Lord Regent said the last three words very loudly, and many people frowned.

Arnasi dropped the cup and it was loud. Because there is no carpet in the corner.

Tusenna was laughing.

Mellor was laughing.

Gilcott was laughing.

"You owe me a resource star."

The smile on Gilcott's face turned into a dry smile, very dry and dry, because that sentence was said to him.

Even though it was a bit dry, he was still smiling.

The only person who neither frowned nor smiled was Reeves, and there was 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 that came and went, in a large conference room at the end of the corridor outside the side door, Change Will and Drizzt, and a strange man stood in front of the huge monitor on the north wall, tightly Staring at a person's face.

The facial features of the weirdo are very uncoordinated. The left eye is large and the right eye is small. Especially when staring at a certain fixed object, it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Only close ministers like Drizzt and Tyron knew him-the most important advisor to His Majesty the King, Mr. J.

He has no name, only a code name.

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

The Minister of the Interior has always believed that the "j" of "Mr. j" is an abbreviation for the last name, but by chance. He realized that it might have other meanings, such as a "j" in a playing card, and that's the same.

Mr. J rarely appears. Sometimes he was not seen for a year, but today, His Majesty summoned him to the conference room to face the young man on the monitor together.

Yes, he has a face of a yellow race, and a pair of eyes that are as bright as an abyss, the enchanting soldier king.

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

Now, he has come to brush his presence. Brush a unique sense of existence in a way that makes people speechless and helpless.

Because of him, His Majesty the King had to leave the meeting room halfway and come to this meeting room in a shameless manner.

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

Captain Tang just rebroadcast him a piece of video material, which is very unpleasant. It is a supplement to a paragraph in the speech of Surbaggio broadcast by the official media of "Aaldele".

Including the living modification carried out by the God-armed sub-institution hidden in the "Ruerzan" scientific research institute, the detailed data of the genetic recombination experiment, the research log, and the storage in the head of the clone leader, colluding with Kurobaquino and using the blood to parasitize The worm conspiracy to assassinate Congreve.

If it is an ordinary person, it is naturally impossible to obtain testimony from the cloned population, but for the information connection body such as "neural parasites-infectious insects-planetary command center-Tangfang", it is very important to extract brain memories and transcribe them into audiovisual materials. Simple things.

When he saw something like this for the first time, Drizzt had to go to the meeting place to invite Praise Will, not just because it was too appalling.

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 will not hesitate to suspend the joint council for this reason.

Drizzt doesn't know why this is, is it possible that the thing on it has something to do with His Majesty the King?

He looked at Mr. J next to him, and found that those uncoordinated eyes were narrowed tightly, like a cat locked in a prey.

Is it possible that Mr. J knows what?

Yes, Drizzt doesn't know these things, let alone what the relationship between His Majesty the King and the Supreme Council is.

Tang Fang didn't say that it was armed with God. He logically used Surbaggio's account and regarded the institution that used the human body as a chess piece placed by the Supreme Council on "Aradel."

"Drizzt, you go down first, remember to close the door." Hymn Will commanded, his tone very calm.

Such words fell into Drizzt's heart, but he was not at all peaceful, but instead set off a wave of anger.

This shows that there are things that His Majesty does not want him to know, and indirectly proves that His Majesty is really related to the Supreme Council.

He couldn't imagine how much negative effects would be caused if anyone learns that His Majesty the King is involved with criminal organizations like the Supreme Council... I am afraid. The entire Hilumbel region will boil for this.

"Over there..."

"All questions will wait until I go back."

"Yes."

Drizzt withdrew from the door. Although there was a lot of confusion and shock in his heart, he knew exactly what to do.

The door slowly closed, and Hymn Will looked at Tang Fang's back and said, "Want to let me let go with this thing? Not enough!"

No greetings, no politeness. The two officially met for the first time, and 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, 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 you reading the full text of your unkind transcendent game."

Hymn Will squinted his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "I hope your so-called'things' are as powerful as your mouth."

Captain Tang on the screen touched his mouth. Smiled and said: "Please believe that I have paid enough attention to my measure in the face of the respected King."

Hymn Will suppressed his anger hard, and coldly looked at his three-point joking, seven-point serious face.

"Sure enough, politics is boring." At this point, the yellow-faced boy on the big screen paused, and then shouted to the left in a nearly roaring voice: "Freya, how many times have I told you." Batteries are for use, not for sucking. They are not jelly. They are not for sucking ice."

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

After a few breaths, his somewhat gloomy face returned to the center of the screen, and he said apologetically: "Sorry, the child is not sensible, so your Majesty laughed."

Change Will's fists were tight. It's really tight, and the joints are slightly whitish.

The saber around 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. Without hesitation, he would draw out the long sword and split the person in front of him in half.

He is Hymn Will, King of Turanx, and should not be treated like this in any case.

Perhaps it was because of self-knowledge that Captain Tang's face disappeared quickly, and was replaced by another video.

A heavy shuttle flies from south to north to a small polar island covered in ice and snow, with a modified space capsule mounted at the bottom of the cabin.

He watched it enter the underground well, watched it park in the hangar, watched the prisoners get on the train and enter an underground facility.

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

The picture changed.

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

Those arms that turned into spears pierced the prisoner's chest.

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

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

...

These pictures fully explain what cruelty and cruelty are.

Very realistic and bloody.

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

The cursor paused for a moment, replaced by shocking words and sentences.

Mr. J's eyes, one large and one small, sometimes widened, sometimes squinted, and the white shirt that was not covered by a tie bulged and fell, bulged, and then fell.

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

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

Such evidence is sufficient to push the "Gypsell" Governor Kriwana to the guillotine and pay the price for his anti-human brutality. Similarly, as the master of the Siberia star system, Turramon cannot escape the blame for ineffective supervision.

You must know that Turlamon is the younger brother of His Majesty the King, and the most important close minister. Does this crime have anything to do with His Majesty the King?

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

In fact, the face of His Majesty the King is extremely difficult to see. If the face of the past was ice, then it is now. It should be described as "Xuanbing".

He pursed his mouth, did not make any comments, and a trace of bruise appeared on his uncolored lips.

Mr. J was also silent, except that one big and one small eyes had some changes-very strange changes.

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

This makes him look evil, like a ghost upper body.

Turamon once reported to Sange Will about what happened to the "Gypsell", but it was a pity that there was no livelihood at the scene, and he didn't know who did that behavior.

just now. His Majesty finally knew who was responsible for it.

It turned out that when he was about to calculate Captain Tang, the other party had already gotten him one step ahead.

He has his shadow on the affairs of the God-armed sub-institutions of the "Ruerzan" scientific research institute, and the affairs of the "Gypsell" scientific research base are also from his hands. I am afraid that Captain Tang already holds a lot of information about God's armed forces. .

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

This is not the end, but only part of the preliminary information. When the last scene appeared in front of you, whether it was His Majesty the King or Mr. J. All showed panic expressions.

Such a sight appeared on His Majesty's face, perhaps more expensive than his priceless smile.

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

For a long time, he mistakenly believed that Terro no longer contacted him since Tang captured "Georgia" for the purpose of hiding himself. Worried that remote communication would reveal the location of the "Void Ripper".

Now it seems that it is not what he thought.

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

"Void Ripper" has fallen into Captain Tang's hands. And that kid was smiling and telling him a situation. He thought the "Void Ripper" was not good, so he changed it to the "Angel".

At the same time, on behalf of all the crew of the "Morning Star", he thanked God for the new flagship presented by the armed forces.

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

The atmosphere on the scene is even more weird. The big and the small, one red and one black eyeballs make him look like he is possessed by a ghost. Now coupled with a thunderous heartbeat, if it is placed in broad daylight, it will scare many people.

There is no broad daylight, and Sange Will is not an ordinary person.

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

Change Will's face slowly calmed down, as natural as a piece of ice melted into a stream of water.

"What do you want to say?"

He did not answer Tang Fang's words. With His Majesty's ingenuity, he would naturally not read the full text of such a superficial third-class concubine.

No matter it was the "Void Ripper" or Terro's face, it couldn't explain anything, it was something armed with God and had nothing to do with him.

Captain Tang will not deceive any consultation he wants from him.

The same is true for Mr. J, even if his face is severely deformed, it looks more like a devil than a human being.

The mockery 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 and chat."

If you say that Hymn Will’s face is a piece of profound ice that will not melt if thrown into the oil pan, Captain Tang’s face is a green leaf that is going to go to the sky. When the wind blows, it will fly and fly to the top of the ridge. Fly to the flower meadow, changing into different colors and different scenery.

"Small chat?" Will snorted: "First, my time is precious, and second, I am not friends with you, not before, not now, and never will be in the future."

"Don't say it so absolute." Tang Fang showed a confession rejected, lost and aggrieved: "Because you are the superior King, I have tried to speak to you with a more approachable and humble attitude, despite this. It's a bit funny, but please don't doubt my sincerity."

"If you just intend to entertain me, so far, I still have important things to deal with." Sange Will prepares to leave, as he said, he has more important things to do.

In fact, there is another reason in his mind, but it is not convenient to say.

He was a little scared.

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

Such emotions are very unreasonable. Will your majesty be afraid of a young man with dry milk? Speaking of this is afraid that people will laugh out loud.

Moreover, as far as the current situation is concerned, just like the opponent's self-deprecating, the frivolous and naive Captain Tang looks like a clown in front of the steady and mature King.

But... only when you really face him, see the pair of killing intent, sharp, and icy eyes that are as deep as the starry sky, will you understand how superficial the impressions are.

The extremely stupid person thinks he is a teaser.

In Change Will's opinion, he is more like a cunning and insidious hunter always paying attention to changes in the surrounding environment, looking for the best time to shoot the arrow of hunting.

Unfortunately, his goal is himself.

"Trouble." Tang Fang shook his head with a wry smile. The screen picture changed and was replaced by another face.

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

"Impossible!" Mr. J was speaking.

This is the first time he has spoken, his voice is not hoarse, nor crisp, low is the basic tone, mixed with a slight metallic tone. (To be continued)

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