Chapter 21 This is the Gordian knot

Late at night, after secretly settling the top leader of the federal security team, Mo Siming returned to his villa with a weary look on his face. While listening to his subordinates' report on the failure of the operation to capture the infiltrator from Dr. Scream's black factory, he was also informed that the assassination plan against the newly appointed planetary commander had been approved unanimously. This time, Shengxia had truly stood against all the forces of the upper class on the planet Volker.

The elders of the radical faction asked Mo Siming to break off ties with Shengxia as soon as possible to avoid being involved.

"After being boiled like a frog in warm water for so long, he can't even resist. He's worse than the Independence Army." Mo Siming cursed in his heart, and then he looked again at the photos and dynamic videos of the infiltrator from the black factory reported by his men. He looked very similar to a member of the Independence Army he knew.

But honestly speaking, he was frightened by the boldness and unfamiliarity of the Independence Army during this period. You know, in the past, the Independence Army would more or less inform him and his subordinates of any major actions, but in the past two weeks, all the actions of the Independence Army were carried out first and then reported. After reporting, they immediately left in a hurry, as if they had suddenly been burdened with a heavy task.

"Nothing goes smoothly." Mo Siming was still hesitating whether to send his men to track down the infiltrator when he suddenly smelled a hint of blood. Then the lights in the living room suddenly went out, and his eyes fell into darkness. The only light was on in the direction of the villa's bathroom.

Mo Siming thought for a moment, then stood up and took out his miniature gun. At the same time, he began to send out warnings to the housekeeper in the villa. However, before he could even reach the bathroom, a flash of silver light passed by. Realizing that the other party was coming for the miniature gun in his hand, Mo Siming quickly pulled the trigger, trying to break through the silver light head-on.

Unexpectedly, with a bang, he was hit hard on the back of his head. However, this also allowed him to hear the opponent's position clearly in the dark. He quickly dodged to the side and tried to stop the opponent, but he was still a step too slow and was dodged by the opponent.

Fortunately, after a period of adaptation, his eyes have gradually been able to see in the dark. He quickly attacked the person in front of him. The other party did not use any firearms and was simply competing with him in fighting skills.

But even in terms of fighting skills, Mo Siming could clearly feel that he was completely at a disadvantage. How was this possible?

"Your skills don't seem like those of a playboy." After fighting with Mo Siming for about half an hour, Sheng Xia realized that his true strength was at least the rank of major in the army. This was completely different from his reputation in the upper class of Volk Planet. It was said that the famous "peacock" in the social circle was only responsible for spreading his feathers and never for fighting.

"Wow, you don't look like a young or even inexperienced planet commander, cough, vomit, cough cough cough" Just after saying this, perhaps because he felt relieved or perhaps because his heart was dead, Mo Siming couldn't help but vomited all over the floor due to excessive exercise.

The unpleasant smell of alcohol instantly irritated Shengxia's nose, and she couldn't help but frown: "You went to the hospital and drank the alcohol that was supposed to be used to treat patients and save lives?"

"I'm tired, tired, vomit..."

"Why……"

Seeing Mo Siming hurriedly push the door open and step into the bathroom, before he even found the sink, he was caught off guard by a trap and was hung upside down in the middle of the bathroom. Sheng Xia couldn't help but shake her head and sighed.

Mo Siming, who was hanging in the middle of the bathroom, felt hopeless: "No, are you a planetary commander or a federal agent? Ah... Help..."

midsummer:……

After Xiao Ai removed the corresponding frequency band blockage, the housekeeper received a very troublesome news. The elders of the three factions of population export came to the door at this moment, seemingly wanting to listen to Mo Siming's opinion on the assassination of Sheng Xia.

"Assassinate me?" Sheng Xia was just about to go out to greet them, amused, when Mo Siming, who had stood up, used his hidden saber to cut the ropes binding his legs, and successfully rescued himself, dragged him into the bathroom. Due to the shock and the regurgitation of the food, Mo Siming's face was not only red, but his voice was also hoarse. "Don't go out. This is not a joke. You are not as big as Dr. Scream and the others."

midsummer:?

After turning on the shower in the bathroom, Mo Siming, with his voice hoarse, told the housekeeper to take the person to the conference room on the third floor and wait for a while. He would be there soon.

"You know, the entire population export faction controls 78% of the media outlets on Planet Volker. Even though you might seem like a hero to the people now, if they really try to use the official media to discredit you, your image will collapse in a matter of minutes. Not to mention, there are plenty of people on this planet who only care about money. Even if you want to challenge the old order, you should at least build up your own power first, step by step."

After saying this, Mo Siming opened the shower room door and wanted to go in to take off his clothes and take a shower, but unexpectedly, Shengxia blocked the door with a powerful hand.

"Building up your power step by step, steadily and steadily, isn't that what you've been doing?"

What do you mean? Mo Siming raised his eyebrows at Shengxia, not understanding why.

Shengxia took out the detailed bills of CTC's supply of funds to the Independence Army and said frankly that Mo Siming's move was actually quite clever. After all, he was originally responsible for the financial supervision and money laundering of the entire CTC organization. He left the detailed account details in Dr. Scream's black factory and used this trick of "hiding the dark under the lamp" so that no one could guess his true purpose. Even if the account book really fell into the hands of others, he could still argue that it was just a bait, right?

"C...CTC?" Mo Siming wanted to deny it, but Shengxia directly gave away the third brother and said that she had confirmed that the third brother had met Mo Siming, and that Mo Siming had also had in-depth communication with the high-level officials of the Independence Army.

Logically speaking, at this point, Shengxia's next question should be "Who are you?"

However, Sheng Xia didn't ask him this question. Instead, she said, "But you know, this is not the most important thing."

Mo Siming:?

"The most important thing is that your slow progress hasn't saved the people of Planet Volk. On the contrary, neither the activities of the Independence Army nor Dr. Scream are under your control. Do you know how many children have died and how many people have gone missing in the past few years when you haven't taken any concrete action?"

That one sentence blocked all the words that Mo Siming wanted to refute in his throat. His eyes suddenly turned red and he bit his lips tightly, but he didn't know how to speak. Just like what Sheng Xia said, a frog boiled in warm water, he had been too cautious before and had indeed acted too slowly.

"Who are you?"

At this time, Shengxia finally gave him a way to speak. Mo Siming subconsciously took a deep breath and closed his eyes silently to calm himself down before introducing himself to Shengxia. He was a lieutenant colonel in the Federal Special Operations Bureau. Six years ago, he was sent to the planet Walker to monitor the treasonous acts on the planet and also to find someone.

"Who?"

"This is a federal secret, and of course it has nothing to do with the current situation."

Shengxia raised her eyebrows.

"As you can see, this planet is very complicated. Even I've suffered a lot and almost lost my life. You have to know that whether you want to initiate reforms or anything else, you have to stay alive first."

"Oh, I know that." Sheng Xia suddenly smiled and said, "I was the one who tricked you about the Third Brother and CTC."

Mo Siming: ...

Looking at Shengxia's mocking expression of "You are so stupid, of course your life is hard", Mo Siming finally understood how it felt to be a mouse being toyed with by a cat by its tail.

"Where's the former planet commander?" "He's missing. His whereabouts are unknown. Along with him, the rest of his team disappeared. I only saved two of them. They're hidden on a nearby planet."

"Okay, let's not talk about anything else for now. First, let's synchronize the information on Planet Volk with me. After all, you've been steadily working here for a long time, right?"

Hearing Shengxia say this, Mo Siming had no choice but to sigh deeply. He lamented that he was completely defeated when he met her and introduced Shengxia to the complex and crisscrossing power structure on this planet.

What surprised Shengxia was that the Arms Faction had a huge number of mercenary private soldiers in the early years, but in recent years, under the constant deception of the Population Export Faction, they only retained a very small part of them to focus on business. On the contrary, the real power of most mercenary groups fell into the hands of the Population Export Faction.

In order to avoid being targeted, the three factions that split from the population export faction actually have a similar number of troops to check and balance each other.

It was at this time that the Federal Security Force, the Police Department, and the private prisons were formed and gradually moved towards a state of separation of powers. Mo Siming played the role of a "middleman" in mutual communication and conflict resolution, and secretly supported the existence of the Independence Army. If Mo Siming wanted to start a revolution later, the detailed military power information and personnel appointments would actually be secretly in his hands.

From this perspective, Mo Siming is not only not a mediocre person, but he is even lurking very deep. He has arranged everything behind the scenes without leaving any trace. He just lacks an opportunity to actually take action?

Thinking of this, Shengxia simply suggested that she should do the work.

"How do you move?"

Forty minutes later, when the elders of the population export faction were passionately discussing who would kill Sheng Xia in the conference room, Sheng Xia pushed the door open and walked in. "I heard you all want to kill me," he said, almost scaring everyone to death.

Especially Mo Siming was completely tied up when he attended the meeting, and his steward also appeared at this time and handed each of the elders of the population export faction a voluntary retirement guarantee letter, requiring each of them to sign the corresponding guarantee letter and hand over the military power of the corresponding jurisdiction.

Someone stood up cursing and wanted to confront Shengxia, but Shengxia shot him through the shin bone without mercy. The housekeeper stood by and reminded him expressionlessly that if he continued bleeding for more than a few minutes, he would bleed to death.

In an instant, all the elders of the population export faction felt a sense of panic as if "the world had changed overnight."

"It's okay." But at this moment, Shengxia was still able to leisurely play with the gun in his hand: "I know it's hard for you to accept it for a while, so I prepared a sumptuous last meal for you. In short, you only have five minutes to surrender."

As soon as he finished speaking, servants from Mo Siming's villa filed in, with an absurd and terrifying look on their faces, saying, "If you don't agree, we will send you to hell in an instant."

"You...you, you, you really dare to kill us, all of us?"

"You have three minutes left." Shengxia's frenzy was beyond the expectations of all the elders of the population export faction.

"Sign it." At this time, Mo Siming, who was tied up, also spoke out to persuade him. While persuading, he said painfully that he was about to lose his mind. The drugs injected into his body were really unbearable. Ah - ah, help!

"Madman, you are an unreasonable madman."

Bang! Another shot! Shengxia started laughing, like a female devil: "You have two minutes left."