“As for the investigation of the Believer, it can still be handed over to him. We all know that revenge is the most powerful fuel in the world, and it can support an intelligent creature to overdraw everything.
"I believe this child will not let us down. After all, this is how I got here."
The area around the round table fell into silence, and after a long while, a voice with emotion was heard:
"Young people nowadays are so ruthless. I am really getting old."
Nia completely ignored the slight sarcasm in the congressman's words and gave a direct counterattack:
"When you get old, you should give up your position and leave, instead of just taking up your share of the nutrient solution and doing nothing."
Now, the atmosphere around the round table, which had been calm for a long time, suddenly dropped to freezing point.
"…It's just that we haven't found a suitable successor yet."
"Bullshit, I think your butt is stuck to the chair."
The old congressman was good at maintaining his energy, and he calmed down in just a few breaths, and tried to smooth things over on his own.
In terms of status, he and Nia are the highest-ranking councilors in Hope City. In terms of seniority, he is still the first-generation Simon, while the other party is already the third Nia...
No matter what, the other party shouldn't talk to him like that.
"Niya, you're talking a little..."
"Zhong Ding, don't try to smooth things over. I don't want to argue with you today."
“…”
After speaking to the people around her, the congresswoman actually took off her hood and showed her face to everyone.
It was the face of a young and beautiful woman, with long red hair flowing down from the top of her head with a slight curve. She had an arrogant look, looking down on everything around her.
"Now that you have seen what I look like, come and kill me if you dare, just like you did before. I will accompany you at any time."
No one answered.
She stood up from her chair, looked around and said:
"The most disgusting thing about you is that you clearly treat all humans as tools and consumables, but you are unwilling to admit it verbally.
"You want to be a whore and also want to be a saint. How can it be possible?
"Even so, are all your actions for the sake of humanity? You sold yourself to this chair just for your own selfish desires, for that little bit of power and false immortality. How disgusting!"
In the darkness, Councillor Zhong Ding suddenly felt someone kick his foot, and heard a whisper from the side:
"Please persuade me, I can't stop it."
"Who can handle this? I'm in charge of energy, and I don't want to get involved in your affairs."
The middle-aged man who was good at smoothing things over didn't want to offend either party, so he used his position to muddle through.
"Don't go too far. Didn't your mentor teach you how to get along with other senior members of the parliament?"
Suddenly, an angry shout was heard in the darkness.
"So what if there is? So what if there isn't? You all want to be bitches, so I'll be the villain. I'll take over Lucas' son and handle all related matters. Remember to transfer the relevant permissions and information to me.
"Since you've chosen to be a whore, at least don't wait for others to urge you to open your legs."
After leaving a meaningful sarcasm, the red-haired woman turned and left, disappearing into the door that belonged to her in the darkness.
Around the round table, the light representing her went out.
The remaining congressmen looked at each other. Although Nia's words were unpleasant to hear, it was indeed a good solution.
Seeing that she had taken on the most difficult part of the task alone, the remaining parliamentarians quickly discussed and approved a partial follow-up plan for the mycelium riot, and this unconventional parliamentary discussion ended immediately.
Zhong Ding and several councillors quickly stood up, bowed politely and walked into their own doors.
The three or four lawmakers who remained around the round table had no further communication.
Seeing that everyone else had left, they pressed the buttons on the armrests of their chairs.
As if pulled by invisible threads, their bodies slowly rose in the dark room and finally disappeared into the secret door on the ceiling.
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"Boom boom boom."
There was a knock on the door.
Luke opened his eyes from his sleep. It was the third day after Lucas' death.
In the City of Hope where there are no funerals, everyone's departure seems to be expected.
Luke has been busy taking care of his father these days and his schedule has been very irregular.
Through the gap in the curtains, he roughly judged that it was afternoon.
"Here I come."
The unkempt little fat boy rolled up from the bed, patted his wrinkled clothes, and walked towards the door.
"Ouch."
He cried out softly, looked down and found that it was his hands that were slapping his clothes that hit the communicator.
Luke casually put it in his pocket and opened the door.
Maybe they are people sent to express their condolences?
As he was thinking this, he saw two men in plain clothes standing at the door of his house.
Although it is called casual wear, the fabric and style are exactly the same, so it is obviously a special suit.
Two burly men wearing sunglasses put one hand in their pockets and stared at Luke, who was about the same height as them, making the other party feel a little scared.
"Who are you?"
"Mr. Luke, right?"
"It's me."
"Your father has an old friend who wants to see you."
"Now?"
"Now."
Luke really wanted to ask if he could refuse, but the two people in front of him were obviously not someone to be trifled with.
Of course, if the other party really has bad intentions, he doesn't mind letting the other party taste the power of his abilities.
But, should I refuse?
After thinking for a moment, Luke asked:
"Can I go wash my face?"
He reached out and rubbed a speck of eye mucus from the corner of his eye, and said with some apology:
"I haven't rested well recently, so it's a bit hard for me to see people."
The two men in sunglasses looked at each other and said:
"Okay, one minute."
"OK."
Luke turned and went into the bathroom. Five seconds later, the sound of flushing was heard.
Luke in the bathroom maintained a difficult posture. While running the water, he reached out to open the toilet tank lid and gently put the communicator in his pocket into it.
The sound of flushing water masked the sound of the communicator touching the bottom of the water tank.
After another sound of water washing face, Luke walked out of the bathroom contentedly.
Two men in plain clothes protected him on the left and right as they moved forward, but Luke was not completely defenseless. Under his coat was a layer of shield created by his own ability, which was enough to withstand continuous shooting at close range.
The three of them got into a car parked downstairs, and the car continued to drive towards the center of the inner city.
Center is a relatively broad concept, but in the City of Hope, which is circular in shape, center is a direction that is easy to describe.
Luke felt relaxed as the car passed the factory's main office building.
As the car passed the General Staff Headquarters, Luke looked solemn.
As the car passed the institute's headquarters, Luke was sweating profusely.
No, where are we going?
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