Chapter 926 - 205: Furious Wind (Part 9)

"...What do we do next?"

The Cyber Psychosis Executive Committee will officially merge with the Worker’s Union to become the General Worker’s Union of the entire European Union, directly under the Central Executive Committee. It will merge the authority of several other departments, elevating workers’ welfare to an unprecedented level in history.

Moreover, as heroes who extinguished the nuclear plant fire, Elliot, Sevens, and Alina will be commended by the Central Committee.

Sevens’ question didn’t receive an immediate answer; both were now in a small room prior to the press conference—

To be precise, the room wasn’t small, but rather luxurious.

This was the Adlon Kempinski Hotel, located across from the Europa Tower. Unlike the Ganbi Building, a global chain favoring business, this hotel only accommodates individuals with political stature.

The room spanned over 300 square meters, decorated with visible high-grade wood, gold, and other precious materials, even featuring a small ecological garden for bathing, with a waterfall outside the window and a landing pad for Floating Cars beside it.

The Imperial Suite, the most luxurious suite in the Adlon Kempinski Hotel, had glass in every direction, offering views of the magnificent Berlin...

The entire floor served as residence for the three of them today.

Neither had stayed in such a high-end hotel before, and few in the world had. But today, when they looked out the window, all their attention was on the Old East Germany region billowing black smoke in the distance.

What to do?

Elliot’s mind was filled with the corpses of Carl and Harlin, as if his brain was torn apart.

Before meeting Lille, Elliot often talked about the so-called "dark side of society" online.

Now, that dark side had been brutally torn open and laid bare before him by Harlin, and his mind was in such turmoil he couldn’t speak.

Elliot and Sevens almost spilled everything, but there was one thing they kept unspoken in tacit understanding:

They knew which noble Harlin was referring to standing behind everything. Before dying, Harlin played not just audio but also pictures and videos at the console!

It was evidence and clues Terence had risked his life to gather for him:

In the pictures, Visconti was ambiguously involved with a woman, and that woman was indeed the daughter of the Medici Family!

The Medici Family was no ordinary nobility—

This noble family directly held controlling shares in nearly all of Italy’s agricultural and biotech companies, with the family head being a core member of the Central Executive Committee of the European Union...

Politically, the Medici Family directly controlled the military at the border between Italy and Greece!

It’s a super family with formidable power in military, politics, and business!

Graham’s attitude had directly shown that he didn’t want to delve into the grievances of a dead terrorist, especially one connected to such big characters?!

Silence echoed in the spacious room as Elliot stood still, simultaneously pondering and hoping...

Hoping Lille could provide him with an answer, could instruct him on what to do next.

But this time, Lille remained silent, and even Johnny’s shadow was nowhere in Elliot’s sight.

[Johnny: The big guy is a good buddy... Damn, what a fuckup!]

[Johnny: If what Harlin said was true, then saving him was like rescuing Terence and that idiot Carl are the same kind of people!]

[Johnny: But Harlin killed him! Not only did he kill him, he thought he could save many by his actions, could avenge his former comrades and his daughter, but all that died were innocent people!]

[Johnny: I can’t take it anymore, I’m gonna puke—Lille! Why aren’t you talking!]

[Johnny: Tell this little fatty, tell him, let’s storm into Europa Tower and take out those damned bureaucrats!]

[Johnny: Speak up!]

[Lille: I can teach him all the knowledge he needs, the knowledge he wants to learn to help him overcome challenges.]

[Lille: But I can’t control him like a thought machine to make choices.]

No matter how stupid or dull Elliot’s mind was, he should know that at this moment, two huge choices lay before him:

The truth striking at the heart of the Central Executive Committee of the European Union and the IEC, the former being the highest authority in the entire system, the latter its dream of reaching into space...

He was here to pursue justice for workers from the start, but why did Harlin choose to turn into Cyber Psychosis when things were getting better?

The other choice was to compromise, reconcile with the past, and embrace an improving future.

But this meant surrendering to the genuine culprits, after all, even though Graham told them that Interpol would arrest the criminals, but... would Interpol really arrest members of the Central Committee?

Bear in mind the European Bank is controlled by the Central Committee, it is a private entity, and Interpol belongs to this private entity.

To compromise, for the orderly development of the Worker’s Union, moving towards a beautiful outer space; to reveal, they would have to attack Europa Tower like Cyber Psychosis, to personally arrest members of the Central Committee...

That would be declaring war on the European Union.

What next after arrest?

The more he thought about it, the more Elliot felt the future was bleak, just like Graham said, trapped in endless strife, no longer capable of escaping into space.

What he needed wasn’t Lille’s encouragement, nor the frenzied incitement from rock star Johnny:

When people make the hardest choices, they never require encouragement and incitement, but deep deliberation over and over, confirming in their heart over and over, even if this path possibly has no end in sight, possibly has no future, absolutely isn’t perfect, filled with setbacks...

But he still had to embrace this path steadfastly for some reason.

Many have chosen their path without much thought due to incitement, but this definitely should not be the approach of a leader.

A leader cannot be incited; a leader, chosen by the people, must have their own thoughts.

This explosion not only killed Carl, leaving dozens of workers dead on the spot, but also turned Elliot’s emotions in his brain into mush!

But Sevens was far more decisive than Elliot, he stepped up to Elliot, gripping his good buddy’s shoulders, eyes ablaze as if burning away all his inner dissatisfaction:

"Damn it! Enough of that! We need to tell everyone, we need to tell everyone the truth!

We must tell everyone there was a man named Harlin Eck, who once rallied along with his brother Terence for their brethren—

We must tell everyone about a terrifying virus ravaging Berlin, a virus corroding our so-called law and order, fairness, and justice, one that parasites among us—

No, they have already become our brain! They enjoy privileges and conceal everything, wanting us to swallow our blood and tears, helping them achieve their damn, hypocritical dreams!

Trampling over our bones!"

Looking into Sevens’s eyes, all memories flashed in his mind, Elliot’s stomach turned, causing him to kneel on the ground—

"Ugh..."

Sevens looked at Elliot’s state without ridicule, without encouragement, but said:

"This is our only chance to reveal everything before the entire European Union, maybe ultimately the European Union will say we lack sufficient evidence, erasing all our efforts with the European Barrier, turning us into Cyber Psychosis or criminals like before, vanishing in history...

But I won’t lie anymore, whether Harlin Eck was crazy or not, I will tell everyone the truth—

I absolutely won’t allow the European Union to usurp everyone’s efforts through me and then instruct people to jump into the next seemingly polished Melting Furnace."

Finishing his words, Sevens looked up and saw Alina standing at the door—

"I believe you will too."

After speaking, he left the room, leaving Alina and Elliot alone.

Not until feeling he emptied his stomach’s sourness did Elliot, like a drowning man, gulp down the pure water from the table—

He felt he almost wanted to drown himself with pure water...

He stopped only when he felt a pair of warm arms wrapping around him—

"...What should I do?"

Alina frankly admitted, "I don’t know."

Then, in a swift movement, she swept him into her arms.

Her unique face was before him: gray-green eyes that during battles froze like the frost on the Arctic plains, yet now they melted just for him.

Her deep chestnut hair pulled back casually, with strands cascading down her delicate collarbone, lying against her fair neck.

The blend of her flawless skin and the texture of her scars and muscle was so perfect.

This girl, with arms skilled in weaponry, was just as deft at guiding Elliot’s emotions—

"...I don’t know, but I know I love you, I don’t know how you all will act, but I’ll accompany you to Hell... if that’s where you want to go."

Elliot’s chaotic mind was immediately calmed—

He remembered his father’s most frequent words to him: to find a girl who loves you.

And he believed this was the girl who loved him.