Chapter 155 Painted Body Swallowing Charcoal (4)
After a long silence, Lux managed a couple of forced laughs.
Shu Ningmiao sidestepped him and stepped out of the elevator.
The timing was perfect; my colleague Lu Ling had just returned to the office after afternoon tea and looked up to ask her where she had been.
She naturally sat down opposite Lu Ling: "I originally wanted to go downstairs to get something to eat, but I didn't expect to be taken upstairs by the elevator called by the Executor."
"Oh." Lu Ling had no doubt whatsoever: "Are there still any agents upstairs?"
"Of course there are, otherwise what about our safety?" Sun Chongqing slammed the newly arrived documents on the table and said calmly, "However, it seems that due to a shortage of manpower, a lot of people have been transferred from lower levels, and now those responsible for defense are not all executors."
The woman thought for a moment and then instructed them, "It's not safe lately. If you live far away, you can leave work earlier without reporting to me."
After her boss left, Lu Ling leaned over and whispered to her.
"Protecting us—it's probably just to protect the representative. The last time I saw him, he was surrounded by so many people he was practically squeezing me into the break room." Lu Ling tilted her head, pointed her finger at her temple like a gun, and made a soft whooshing sound. "Now there are so many people protesting for his resignation, he must be very afraid of himself..."
Shu Ningmiao rested her elbows on the table: "When did you run into him?"
"Oh, I didn't expect you to be interested in joining in the fun." Lu Ling said casually, "He comes whenever the council has a meeting, so a lot of people want to try their luck. I saw him that afternoon and wanted to take a picture with him, but I didn't even get to see his face."
Shu Ningmiao said, "I see."
Land prices around the Union Building are high, making it difficult for ordinary people to afford rent. Lu Ling said that her commute takes four or five hours each way.
Therefore, after the leader spoke, they didn't hold back, and the office quickly emptied out.
Shu Ningmiao was the last person to leave—she lived nearby and, as an intern, was "happy" to work overtime.
For several days, she behaved as if she were a real, ordinary, and ambitious intern.
She "dares not" complain about her more tedious and boring work than ordinary employees, never refuses her colleagues' requests for help, and conscientiously completes every task, as if she wants to leave a good impression on everyone. She is always the last to leave the office.
Her exceptional abilities have even been heard of in other departments.
Weston suspected that her positive behavior was a prelude to something bad, that she was planning something big, but he couldn't figure out what she was thinking.
After all, she was indeed meticulous in her work, and she hadn't made any mistakes when she was forced to help him correct his test papers.
In the past, if Shu Ningmiao had simply let her mediocre colleagues push all the work onto her, he would have suspected something was amiss.
But for now, he'll just let her swallow her anger for the sake of reality.
Given her past record, Weston, with a cold expression, repeatedly admonished her: "Thanks to you, all the ventilation ducts in the research center are now electrified. You'd better not try to get electrocuted like a bug in Union Building again."
In fact, she really didn't do anything.
Go to work, go to work, go to work.
While students have days off, working people never get a proper rest. Even on legally mandated days off, the older colleagues in the office often politely ask her to take shifts. The faster she completes her tasks, the more tasks she gets.
But that suited her perfectly.
Her mind was completely focused on the current battle situation, and she had no intention of resting. If she wanted to get close to Lucico and observe him, she would have to stay in the Union Building for a long time.
Once she leaves the Union Building, she will have no chance of getting close to the heavily guarded current representative.
Only by constantly accepting more work and being pushed aside by her seniors to take on shifts can she justifiably extend her working hours and stay in the United Building longer.
But as Lu Ling said, even if she were to bump into Lucico in the building, she might not be able to get close to him in front of everyone, let alone try to get on his good side.
If she wanted to get any information from him, Weston, as a senator, would obviously have a much easier time doing so than she did.
This is why Weston immediately questioned her, "Don't you believe me?"
She wanted to get close to Lucico, not to curry favor with him, nor to get any information from him.
Secretly observing the middle-aged man's gray hair from the crowd, estimating the distance between them again and again, noting the time he left the meeting room each time, and deducing the time and place he might appear.
As a precaution—she wanted to assassinate Lucicolet.
She knew that the course of the war could not be decided by one person alone, and she and Lucico had no personal grudges.
However, if the situation in Turi escalates to a delicate point, killing Lucico might be the quickest and simplest solution for her.
She had pondered the news of the entire Tori troopers' deaths in the previous game countless times, and still felt that the reason for their deaths was strange in every way.
According to the Cherubim Plan, Pine originally intended to solve both the Intori and the Envoy problems simultaneously.
The fact that such a satisfactory ending was ultimately achieved must have involved Pinhes's intervention.
But how was this achieved?
If large-scale firearms are deployed, firstly, most ordinary people will be accidentally injured, and the resources of the region will also be damaged. Secondly, for those with superpowers, large-scale firearms may not be effective.
All she could think of was that 'Pandora Secularization' had also developed something more secretive than the Stone Bullet—something specifically designed for people with superpowers…like the ability nullification.
Developing a weapon that can nullify a field like the ability of Wei Sheng Qian Heng is not so easy. Just use excuses like physical examinations to fool them, like she did to Shi Yu, and find a way to get the foundation stone into their bodies. Injection, inhalation, any method will do. Once an ability user like Zhao has his ability restricted, his physical strength may not even be as good as that of an ordinary person in the school.
The only difference is that Shu Changyan is also among them this time. No one knows that he is not actually a superhuman. As long as he is there, there is still room for improvement.
She wouldn't place her hopes on anyone's conscience, nor would she wait for the unknown possible outcome; she only believed in the path she had forged with her own hands.
With the current parliamentary representative dead, the pro-peace Liberal Party will surely rise to prominence. In a state of internal strife, the military will be unable to handle the problems on both sides. Even if a temporary ceasefire is forced, it will at least give the battlefield some breathing room.
Once the war in the city of Intoli shows signs of ending, she must begin to be wary of every decision the council makes, be ready at any time to assassinate Lucicolay, disrupt Pinheis's next move, and create an opportunity for Shu Changyan.
Even if they had been completely honest with each other, she absolutely could not tell Weston this crazy reason.
Weston wouldn't approve of a plan with a higher mortality rate than success rate, and besides, she was only gathering intelligence as a backup plan. If things didn't turn out like they did in the previous game, she wouldn't need to create chaos.
Therefore, for the time being, all she needs to do is perform these mundane tasks and enter and leave the building in a completely normal manner.
She had a clean resume, a respectable social circle, and had never made any radical remarks. Even the most vigilant security guards could not find anything suspicious about her.
—If Eric hadn't sent her that message, her preparations might have been even more perfect.
It was already quite dark when they left the Union Building. The car drove smoothly on the road, with the driver sitting in front of her, turning the leather-wrapped steering wheel.
Shu Ningmiao didn't look up, but glanced at the driver who was focused on the road conditions before her gaze fell back to the terminal screen in her hand.
After returning from Gaber, Erice would send her a couple of messages every now and then, as if reporting progress to a superior.
—She has returned to the new land and is helping out at the orphanage. The church has tightened the orphanage's budget, and the children are not getting enough to eat every day, so she has gone back to work. Working in the new land is hard, but the wages are very low…
Shu Ningmiao replied with a cold transfer message, but she did not accept it.
Shu Ningmiao reviewed the conversation from beginning to end and concluded that it was nothing out of the ordinary and contained no hidden danger signals.
But today's news is different.
We have money now.
Eric described in detail how the illicit gains were obtained: "We found a fringe church where every monk was chubby and round, their faces piled high with flesh, so much so that you couldn't even reach the scriptures under their buttocks while they were sitting in their chairs. So we took all the valuables from their rooms, bought food for the children, and used the rest for legitimate purposes."
After reading the last word, Shu Ningmiao ran her thumb along the edge of the terminal and pressed delete without blinking.
If even the usually orderly capital is in turmoil, the lawless new territory must be even more chaotic. The Self-Defense Forces probably won't have time to catch petty thieves like Eric.
What she cared about was the "we" mentioned in Erici's message.
"We" couldn't possibly be Erigee's friends in Cornunos, and the people she was with certainly weren't snotty-nosed kids.
That leaves only one possibility: "We" are the remaining Prometheus members of the New Land, and this is the matter Erigee was referring to...
Shu Ningmiao closed her eyes and skillfully converted the superpowers stolen in the state of [Jealousy] into 'Neural Connections'. She infiltrated the terminal and inspected it. There were no traces left by other ports, no signs of theft. Fortunately, Eric did not directly type Prometheus's name, so the message did not attract anyone's attention.
She exited the neural connection, reopened the messaging interface, and clicked into the Cornunos alumni group that she had long since blocked.
The last time I opened this group was to investigate news related to Prometheus, and the second time I opened it, it was for the same purpose.
In the chaotic student chat group, news of Prometheus arrived faster than any other news... after all, there were nearly a thousand peers in the group, all at the age of greatest curiosity.
As her fingertips swiped through a string of rapidly passing messages, Shu Ningmiao extracted the word "Prometheus" and finally confirmed a piece of information.
Erigi is reorganizing Prometheus.
What's clever is that they didn't do it under the banner of opposing Pandora—nobody cares about that anymore—but instead resurrected a completely new Prometheus.
The current Prometheus uses the mainstream voice, raising the slogan of opposing the current parliament, but his voice is not sharp. He has not organized any riots or caused any scandals. He usually just does good deeds and helps the sick. This is something that Eric is good at and also suits the tastes of wealthy people who love charity. Unexpectedly, he has won the favor of most people and has a good reputation among ordinary people.
But being too smooth and experienced... is simply not in Eric's usual style.
Shu Ningmiao rested her hand on the window. Outside the car window was an overpass spanning the highway. She looked into the distance and saw countless colorful taillights flashing on the ground, flowing evenly like water, a scene of bustling tranquility.
She thought for a while and figured it out. Perhaps Liang Siyan still had the strength to help, or perhaps Ai Ruiji had a sudden inspiration.
Anyway, that was her original purpose in protecting Prometheus.
The driver parked the car and waited for her to get out, just like before. The car quietly stopped in the yard, and the last bit of engine noise gradually subsided.
She closed the car door, and all around was silent, so quiet that not even a cicada could be heard chirping.
A gentle breeze blows, yet not a single leaf is disturbed.
Shu Ningmiao's hand was still on the handlebars, and she tilted her head slightly.
line of sight.
The first thing she noticed was the unusual gaze directed at her, followed by her faint breathing and heartbeat.
Someone is watching her.
The greenery outside the courtyard is lush, but the elegant ground lights are not bright enough, only a sliver of light shines through the dense foliage, leaving behind a dark and unknown void.
The driver coughed twice inside the car, the sound echoing slightly in the wind.
Her other hand, hanging down, had fingers that maintained a completely natural curve, with only the tip of her ring finger trembling slightly.
Without giving anyone a chance to react, Pandora solidified instantly and struck the center of the tree directly in front of her. Shu Ningmiao suddenly turned around and shouted, and the entire tree trunk shattered into pieces and exploded. If it were a real person, even the bones would probably have been blown to pieces.
It just so happens that she is in a state of [jealousy] and has no fighting ability. If the person who comes is troublesome, she can strike first to intimidate and put pressure on them, which will make the situation more favorable.
Shu Ningmiao held onto the car door, slowly raised her hand, and the shattered pieces of wood floated into the sky, revealing an unobstructed gap where they had been.
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