Chapter 607

Strange, why haven't we started yet?

Everyone in the room was ready for the meeting, but after waiting for a while, they didn't see the leader who should have presided over the meeting speak, so they cast strange eyes over.

Then everyone found that the leader, who had just aggressively issued a series of questions to "Little Bagins", didn't know what was going on now, and was actually staring at Little Bagins in a daze.

In his turbid eyes, which were full of bloodshot eyes after staying up all night, fear, doubt, panic, confusion... all kinds of weak and chaotic emotions were not enough, coupled with the slightly graying temples, making him look unusually...

Old.

Right! It's old!

After this strange thought popped up in his heart, the rebels in the room were startled unconsciously.

The leader's real age should not have reached fifty yet. Although his appearance is slightly old and his eyes are often filled with inexplicable fatigue, he is still in the prime of his life.

Therefore, among these rebel members in the room, although some are dissatisfied with his arbitrariness, some question his decisions, and some want to pull him down and take his place, no one really thinks he is old.

But now...

"Leader?"

Accompanied by a questioning sound with a slightly raised tail, the eyes of the group of rebels were pulled away from the main seat of the long table and fell on "Little Bagins" sitting in the lowest position.

This young man, who was less than twenty years old, although slightly thin, looked very upright. Even sitting on a low chair without a backrest, his spine was still straight, without any hunchback.

And he probably didn't sleep very well last night either. His black hair was slightly messy, there was even some thin frost on his collar, and his eyes were filled with a lot of bloodshot eyes, but those dark eyes were still agile and sharp, as if they were sprinkling the owner's endless energy outward.

Especially when looking at the leader in the main seat, the focused gaze shot from those eyes had a faint, soul-stirring heat, like a young beast that had discovered an old and weak antelope, showing its sharp fangs toward the prey that had nowhere to escape...

Is this the "tiger" in Tiger's mouth? It's really like...

After seeing this scene with a strong contrast with his own eyes, except for little Phoebe sitting in the chair with milk candy, the same thought almost flashed in everyone's mind in the room.

Leader... seems to be really old.

……

Not knowing that his "desire to capture" the middle-aged Watching Watching Qiaoshuya had been misinterpreted by the group of rebels as ambition, and after waiting for a long time without seeing the meeting start, Leon, who was eager to collect intelligence, couldn't help but frown slightly and couldn't help but urge again:

"Lord Nathan!"

"Just now you first doubted my true identity, and then questioned my true ability, which has wasted a lot of unnecessary time. Now it is time to continue the meeting!"

After hearing the loud reminder from "Little Bagins", the middle-aged man couldn't help but tremble slightly, and finally struggled out of that strange sense of loss. But after meeting the eyes cast by everyone, the topic he had prepared all night became unusually stagnant, and no matter what, he couldn't say it.

"……"

I seem to know what the thing that "flowed away" from me just now is...

Feeling this inexplicable "sense of being dominated" and looking at the gradually strange gazes of the group of rebels, the middle-aged man finally understood what he had lost after the two rounds of games just now.

It is the "right to speak" to actively control the situation, the "trust" gained as a leader, and even the "blind obedience" to himself that has been gradually cultivated because of the correct judgments made in the past!

And these things are the most basic power!

'Although I haven't read many books, politics is actually letting more people believe in you, agree with your judgment, be willing to listen to you, and then condense the power enough to change the status quo.'

Remembering the words he heard from "Little Bagins" last night, and comparing them with the scene in front of him, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel powerless.

So... Little Bagins just showed those two flaws to me, just to let me make two wrong judgments in front of everyone, thereby shaking the credibility of my words, and then taking the opportunity to grab part of the right to speak?

Could it be that before he entered this conference room, he had already started planning to try to take the leader's position from me? Or... even those questions last night were a test for me?

……

With a belly full of questions and a huge sense of crisis like thorns on his back, the middle-aged man who had no choice but to take a deep breath, followed Leon's "instructions" and presided over the meeting:

"Today... we have to determine the actions for the next period of time. First is Tiger."

After taking out a few marked maps from the materials he prepared last night and pushing them across the long table, the middle-aged man stared at "Little Bagins" and said expressionlessly:

"Your task is the same as before, still taking people to set fires in the Lowther Arcade and surrounding wealthy areas, but the intensity and scope must continue to expand!"

Set fire in Lowther Arcade?

After hearing the middle-aged Watching Watching Qiaoshuya's words, Leon's eyebrows couldn't help but pick slightly, remembering the task that the red-haired director once gave him, to investigate the arsonist who appeared in the Lowther Arcade. (Chapter 116)

So the director really found the right target. If he hadn't gone to the Rose Manor to save people at the beginning, he might have met the anomalous object holder among the rebels earlier than now... Speaking of which, the rebels have been setting fires for so long, but they haven't really set a big fire. The purpose is probably not to attack the wealthy area, right?

"Good! This job is not bad!"

Just when Leon was frowning and thinking, the burned man took the map and looked at it, then smiled with cold eyes.

"When I was working at the smelting plant, I was almost scalded to death by the material juice that turned over. Those bastard factory owners insisted that they had no money to compensate, but privately they had money to live in such good houses. I have long wanted to set a big one!" "Pay attention to the scale."

After glancing at Leon who did not raise any objections, the middle-aged man turned to look at the burned man, frowned and reminded:

"Your purpose is not to hurt many people, but to cause panic by large-scale arson, force those rich people to put pressure on the Police Department, and try to transfer the patrol power of the capital to the past, so that others can act!"

"Know know, isn't it just being a target?"

The burned man waved his hand impatiently:

"I am very familiar with this job, it will definitely not go wrong, you just say the next one!"

"……"

Having no way to deal with this unruly guy, the middle-aged man took another deep breath and assigned the tasks of the group of rebels one by one.

"Oliver continues to be responsible for the transaction, but this time, in addition to finding the Ryan family's arms company to buy weapons, he must use the arms trade to focus on probing the location of several military warehouses.

Taking advantage of the chaotic period of the military's power transition, we need to seize the opportunity to raid the military warehouse and try to get some high-power weapons and bombs..."

"Next are Lucy and Lu Ke, your tasks are changed. Lucy prioritizes infiltrating the 'Gear' Shipping Company to investigate the situation of those private ships that do not receive ordinary passengers.

And Lu Ke has to mix into the boarding tower, check the flight schedules of those airships to the Krok Kingdom, and take the members who retired from the army in the organization to place bombs on the important pillars of the boarding tower!"

"What?!!!"

After hearing the task assignment given by the middle-aged man, not only Leon sitting at the end of the seat shrank his pupils, but the rebels in the room were even more in an uproar.

The pot-bellied Oliver stood up first and asked in amazement:

"Lord Nathan! You want us to attack the boarding tower?"

"To be precise, it is to attack an airship to the Krok Kingdom."

After correcting Oliver's statement, the middle-aged man said calmly:

"Blowing up the boarding tower is just the last resort. What I really hope is to be able to kill the sniffers of the Krok Kingdom and get back all the information they have about the mineral deposits in the counties of the kingdom."

Sniffers of the Krok Kingdom? Mineral information of the counties of the kingdom?

"What is the point of getting these back?"

The short Lu Ke couldn't help but stand up and question:

"We can't use those materials at all, and that is the Krok Kingdom, the City of Machinery! The strongest country in the entire western world, the kingdom's debt to them six years ago has not been paid off yet!

Not to mention whether this attack can succeed, if we really blow up the boarding tower and kill those sniffers, under the pressure of the Krok Kingdom, the entire kingdom will desperately hunt us down! Even if the assassination of the king is successful, the consequences may not be this serious!"

"I know, but this thing still has to be done."

Facing the questioning of the group of rebels, the middle-aged man said:

"I still can't explain the reason to you, but just like the countless correct judgments I made at those critical moments in the past, if we don't do this thing, the only thing waiting for us and this country will be a worse result!"

"But..."

"No but."

The middle-aged man knocked on the table and announced calmly:

"You should all have some guesses about my true ability. Now I can tell you directly that being able to shuttle between all the doors in the capital is indeed only a part of my ability. My true ability is... Little Bagins? What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

After getting up from the chair at the end of the long table and walking to the door of the conference room, Leon reached out to the nameplate on the door frame and answered without looking back:

"You say yours, I'll just touch it."

(End of chapter)