Chapter 30 Queen (4) Jinjiang exclusive authorization for the first release, protection...
That night, Imoris went to the winery as promised.
He sat at the back of the aircraft, with the driver and his entourage following him in the front. The route map and estimated time are displayed on the operation screen.
Imolius looked down absentmindedly. He held a few dice in his hand and fiddled with them gently in his palm. Below the aircraft were the bustling lights and hunting troops of Moon Star. He threw the dice and caught it, then rested his chin on it, thinking unconsciously: "How is she going to accomplish the assassination?"
Is it going to happen overnight?
Those guys were the First Consul's confidants, quite difficult to deal with, and they secretly put a lot of obstacles in his way. Even if he could kill one of them, it would remove a huge obstacle to the development of his family's industry.
While Imolius was thinking, the intelligent voice prompt said: "It is estimated that there are still fifteen minutes until the Song Ying Festival. In the next twenty-seven sidereal hours, the planet will be in a festive state. Please prepare for noise prevention and control..."
Three hundred years ago, the Supreme Council unified the holiday list, and the Day of Glory is the approved standard Zerg holiday. Imolius has always been too lazy to celebrate this kind of festival, so he would not look at the calendar in advance to prepare.
Imolius looked at the countdown to the Song of Ying Festival that appeared in the upper right corner of the smart screen.
According to the schedule, the First Archon, who is the Queen's favorite, and all his subordinates participate in the celebrations of the Song of Wisdom in various districts every year. He also found out the exact location in advance and sent it to Lin Jiang.
She wants to...
Before Imolius could figure it out, fifteen minutes passed in a flash, and the numbers on the countdown screen changed to "3, 2, 1..."
Eventually returns to zero.
At the moment of returning to zero, the Emperor Star lights up at this moment. Neon lights and appreciative fireworks blended together, light and sound waves set off a huge wave on the planet, and a sky-high celebratory light column shot straight into the sky - and at the moment the light column rose, another cluster of "fireworks" exploded under his eyes.
Imolius suddenly held on to the energy shield, raised his hand to lower a portion of the transparent protective film, pressed on the edge of the shield and looked down, revealing a shocked expression.
……blasting? She buried the...
No. Imolius quickly analyzed the situation calmly. It was not the venue, but the area around the venue. She did not want to blow up the opponent, but wanted to quickly shift the target through the sound of this "suspected attack".
As expected, the familiar flying vehicle took off and rushed out of the celebration venue where there were dense crowds of people and where firearms were prohibited. As the craft leapt into the air and passed through the beam of light, a hidden laser merged with the festive beam of light.
With just a moment of aiming and firing, the laser accurately penetrated the energy shield at the rear of the aircraft. The jubilant crowd, the soaring and hovering aircraft, and the hole in the shield splattered a large amount of blood.
The target's body falls from mid-air into the celebratory fireworks.
Imolius stared at the parabola in a daze. Until this moment, the opponent's aircraft was still rising. This happened in just a few seconds. Perhaps the guards and the driver had not fully reacted.
What an accurate estimate, what a neat shooting skill. This laser gun was definitely not an ordinary model. It must be expensive and had undergone advanced modifications. She was very sure that she could break the energy shield and hit the target with one shot.
The silent shot, hidden in the beam of light, made no noise other than the splatter of blood, and was immediately drowned out by the surrounding revelry.
As if something was vibrating and approaching his throat, Imolius swallowed his saliva as calmly as possible. He tried to find the figure of the White Knight, but the crowd was surging and she was like a ghost.
"Master," the driver said, "the ground patrol team reported that there was an unexpected attack. They contacted us to ask if we should change the route?"
"No need." Imolius pinched his tight throat and said, "Just go the same way."
He was already driving at a normal speed, with all sorts of chaotic thoughts lingering in his mind. He thought that she was very accurate and thoughtful, but he also thought that she might alert the enemy and would not be able to deal with everyone in one night as she said.
The news of the attack was indeed immediately notified to the second target. Imolius passed by in the sky and saw the other party hurriedly walking out of the venue with a group of people. He was guarded tightly around him and left early, so he was afraid that the White Knight would not be able to catch up...
Just as he was about to look away, a deafening noise suddenly illuminated his face and a violent wave of fire shot up into the sky. Imolius almost held his breath as he saw a large amount of explosives being detonated remotely, right under the ground where the target was walking, without a second's delay.
The first one was killed on the spot, and the second one was solved by remote control?
Imolius was amused by this idea. As he raised his lips, he also felt his heart tightening and beating wildly. He suddenly realized that Lin Jiang was not an ordinary assassin.
She definitely has a place in the starry sky. She is definitely not an unknown person. She is probably a top-ranked hunter. With such ability, even if he is unknown now, he will become an excellent Zerg warrior in the future.
Imolius filtered through the names of the hunters in his mind, but he couldn't associate some of them. There are only a handful of people here who are accomplished in illusion, so he should have guessed the other party's true identity.
Even after driving into the winery, the chaotic outside world kept sending him reminders. Imolius ignored him, went into his private wine room, and poured a glass of bright red wine.
He leaned against the bar and took a few sips. The third target's activities tonight were not within his route. The guy should have received the news of his colleague's death and should have escaped long ago... His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of knocking on the glass.
Imoris raised his eyes and walked towards the half-drawn curtains. He hesitated for a moment, raised his hand to pull open the curtains, and before he opened the lock of the French window, he saw the lock being pried open with a click, and a figure against the moonlight climbed up from downstairs -
Bang. She threw something heavy down casually, and the half-remaining body fell to the ground, with its torso, arms and legs incomplete. Ani had her hair disheveled and was covered in blood. Half of her body was bathed in a pool of blood from the other person she had torn apart, and there was a small scratch on her face.
"you……"
Imolius took a half step back, speechless for a moment, and saw the terrifying killer in front of him squatting down, groping around the corpse, and then, as if he had found evidence, he grabbed the target's broken head and showed it to him: "That's him, right?"
"No..." His chest was pounding, his brain was shutting down, and he slowly found his voice, "That's right."
The light shone on her face. Ani squatted on the ground and raised her head, revealing an excited expression. Her pupils shrank like a snake in the light. Most predators at the top of the food chain have vertical pupils. Then they dilated again out of joy. "I was worried that I couldn't find the head. It's not that easy to intercept this person. The target almost escaped. I got rid of two hunting teams and didn't take care to ensure the body was intact. I was afraid that I would accidentally lose the head when I came here."
Her palms were bloody, so she turned around and wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. Once Annie got excited, she would obviously talk more and express her desire to talk: "They can fly? The mantis tribe can actually fly short distances in human form with such a thin wing membrane. Can you fly too?"
Imolius calmed himself down and said, "I can do it, too. ...Did you just pick my lock?"
"I knocked on the door in advance." Annie stood up and walked over. She put her hand against the wine glass in his hand and supported the bottom of the glass. She lowered her head and took a sip from his hand. She didn't taste it, just to quench her thirst.
The other party's blood-stained hand approached, with a strong smell of rust. Imolius subconsciously held his breath. He wanted to move away because of his mysophobia, but Annie's hot fingers were stuck next to him, and a strong murderous aura and oppressive feeling rushed towards him.
This is his natural enemy.
This cunning liar who had always defrauded others did not dare to hide away. Her face caught his eye, and Imolius imagined what he would do if she pounced on him and tried to tear him to pieces. Apart from trying to impress her with money, he couldn't think of any other solution.
Ani drank half a glass. The winery under the name of Imolius was quite famous, and his own private wine room was full of rare treasures. She liked this drink a little bit, and looked over with sparkling eyes: "More."
"Is this request within the scope of our cooperation? You..." Imolius glanced at the mutilated corpse on the ground, and his venomous instinct was suppressed. He raised his hand and opened another bottle. This time he handed the whole bottle to her, watching a bloody assassin standing in the middle of his spotless wine room, drinking a bottle of famous wine worth a thousand gold.
He leaned against the bar, the floor-to-ceiling windows were wide open, half of the moonlight shone on her back, and the ceiling light reflected her face. And his white knight wasted precious resources by quenching his thirst with expensive wine...Imolius suddenly laughed, and he leaned on the bar to remind him: "The alcohol content is very high, don't get drunk."
Ani asked him, "I've never been drunk. What does it feel like to be drunk?"
Imolius said: "He is not in a clear mind, dizzy, out of line, and talking strangely."
"for example?"
"For example..." He stared at the other person's face, "Don't be a killer. I'll pay you to be a bodyguard. I'll pay you as much as you want, really."
"Wow." Ani sighed emotionlessly, "So rich. You told me to die a few days ago, called me a bastard, and said I was a pervert."
"..." Imolius crossed his arms and looked at her, and asked, "Aren't you?"
"I am!" Ani admitted proudly, and then added, "But you also said some other very bad things."
Imolius raised the corners of his lips, and the tentacles under his hair rose actively: "What did I curse?"
He walked over, pulled out a white handkerchief from his chest pocket and wiped off the bloodstains on her face. He breathed a breath of flower fragrance into her ear and said, "Scold your tentacles? My eye disease is so serious, you still care about something that is nothing?"
Annie let him rub her face very lightly. She really didn't know what he could wipe off so lightly, so she raised her hand, pressed the back of his hand and rubbed her face hard. The blood on her palm stained the other person's snow-white wrist and the cuffs that were not stained with a trace of dust, and rolled into a blurry ball.
Imoris' pupils dilated, and he immediately pulled back his handkerchief, throwing it to her in annoyance: "It's so dirty, covered in blood!"
Ani was stunned for a moment, thinking that the man was so moody: "Isn't it because of you? You rich people are all bad!"
Imolius turned his head and tore off his sleeves in disgust. He didn't even want to wear this outfit anymore. He turned on the communicator and told the servants to send new clothes over. He glanced at her and said, "That's enough. You've been very impressive today. I'll transfer the balance for these three people to you. As for the Archon..."
"Oh." Ani responded, "I came here just to tell you about the First Archon. I have to sneak in and kill him. Do you have a place to take a shower?"
"Tonight?" Imolius frowned. "Tonight? You killed three of his men. He must be on high alert now. I'm afraid you can't even enter the venue where he's giving a speech tonight. Martial law has been imposed long ago."
Ani nodded: "Just tonight, I can get in."
Imolius stared at her in silence for a few seconds, then pointed to the cubicle next to the wine room and said, "Go take a shower."
She checked the balance and pointed to the ground, "Remember to deal with the body." Then she walked towards the compartment, where there was a thin door and the sound of dripping water could be heard.
He was the only one who came to this wine room, and even Imolius' most trusted subordinates rarely set foot there. The door of the compartment next to it is made of glass, which is transparent inside and out, with only the middle third being frosted.
He listened to the sound of dripping water, tapped the table with his fingers incessantly, and the dice in his palm rolled around in a mess. Imolius drank another glass of wine, and the image of the white knight covered in blood and climbing in from the French window in the moonlight appeared before his eyes again.
Does she have tentacles...If not Zerg, what race is she?
Imolius glanced over subconsciously.
She washed her hair carefully to rinse off the blood that was soaking her body. The spider warrior's slender and powerful calves were exposed, and water droplets spread. Imolius vaguely remembered that she had no clean clothes to wear, so he ordered the servant to send a set of clothes that fit her size.
Ten minutes later, Ani washed off the blood, wiped it casually and walked out without wearing a bath towel. Imoris suddenly came to his senses, immediately turned his head to look to the other side, and squeezed out a half sentence in an angry voice: "Put on your clothes!"
There were new clothes at the door of the bathroom, so she picked them up and put them on. While drying her hair, she complained, "Who messed with you again? I don't have time to comfort you now. There's not enough time. I have to go kill someone."
Ani put on her gloves, turned around and walked towards the French window. When she passed by Imolius, she grabbed his hand and took a few sips of the more expensive drink. She licked her lips and said, "Boss, remember to inspect it."
Before Imoris could react, he only saw her gracefully leaving and disappearing into the moonlight.
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Ani found the auditorium where the First Archon would give a speech tonight.
There are guards patrolling inside and outside the auditorium, and no unauthorized personnel are allowed to enter. All entrances and exits are heavily guarded. Annie had anticipated this. She found the ventilation hole with ease and prepared to climb the ventilation duct to do her old job as a thief.
Just after removing the steel wire cover from the vent, she suddenly fell silent and stretched out her hand to measure it -
The ventilation duct in this auditorium is only as wide as the palm? !
Did it really happen that an assassin from your Zerg race crawled through this hole and stabbed the Archon's butt with a dagger?
Ani thought for a few seconds, sighed, and muttered, "No way, you want me to run naked..."
Although she had some ideological struggles, Annie still decisively chose to transform back into her original form. Her body began to liquefy unsteadily, her flesh and blood quickly dissolved, removing the simulated state. This was indeed too naked for the mimic beast, and Annie's sanity, which had been unshakable since birth, was reduced a little.
She turned into a sticky, wet, pink liquid.
The liquid exuded a rich aroma and came out from the clothes on the ground. It then rolled the clothes on the ground into the liquid and carried them away, crawling into the narrow pipe.
She looked a lot like a ball of translucent strawberry jelly, sliding through the pipe in a semi-liquid form, with her small tentacles retracted into the prototype, wriggling rapidly and making gurgling sounds.
As she crawled over, a wet trail of scented residue fell into the pipe, which would dry in about five seconds. Annie crawled into the winding ventilation duct, flexibly condensed a small tentacle from the liquid, and gently pried open the metal hollow cover on the other side.
The cover opened, and she fell from a height due to inertia, landing on the ground with a thud.
Ani sensed and observed the surroundings. This should be the staff logistics lounge of the celebration hall. There were no cameras in the locker room. She spat out the clothes, and the mimicry factor was reactivated, turning back into human form.
Putting on her gloves again, Annie glanced at the time. It was exactly 22:00 on Mon's Star Time. The sound of staff pushing carts came from the corridor. She looked around and saw that it was a waiter coming to tidy up the dining cart.
The sound of the cart stopped, and the moment the door opened, the slender and handsome male waiter opened his eyes wide as he was grabbed by a tentacle and pulled in. Ani slammed the door shut, blocked his mouth with another tentacle, and ripped off his clothes: "Sorry, sorry, this is an emergency and time is limited... Lend me your ID card."
The two pairs of transparent thin wings behind the other party began to tremble in panic. Ani put on his clothes, put on his work badge, took off the employee communicator on him and put it in her ear, then coughed softly: "Little Dragonfly, say something."
The moment the tentacles withdrew, the waiter shouted "Help..." and his mouth was stuffed again. Ani listened to the other person's voice and changed her appearance in front of him, becoming exactly like him.
Although it is only a change in appearance, it is enough for the time being. Annie raised her hand and patted his face. The rich fragrance was enhanced by the hallucination properties of the butterfly scale powder. The other party's eyes became dazed and absent-minded, and then he fainted.
Even if he wakes up in the future, there is a high probability that his memory of this hallucination-filled period will be very vague and difficult to reproduce.
Ani changed the dining cart and dragged him to the corner of the dressing room and headed to the front desk. She set her sights on the VIP seats, listened to the instructions on the employee channel, and took the initiative to pour drinks for the people sitting there.
The First Consul was delivering a celebratory speech on the stage, and the column on the left side of the second row was composed of his bodyguards and secretaries. Ani placed the spiked wine glass in front of one of the most favored secretaries of the First Consul.
The chief secretary was a female from the Butterfly Clan. She tapped lightly on the virtual screen on the table, recording something from time to time. She glanced at Ani's hand as she put down the wine glass, and suddenly looked up at "him".
"What a nice smell." The chief secretary praised, "You look especially beautiful today."
Annie was stunned for a moment, thinking, are you guys having some unusual affair? She responded politely, thanked him, and left normally.
About five minutes later, at the time she had estimated in advance, the secretary who had been taking notes calmly got up and left the table to go to the bathroom.
Ani followed the same method and replaced the identity of this trusted secretary. When she sat back in the second row, several subordinates of the First Consul and all the colleagues around her were unaware that a strange killer who could simulate the appearance of other people was sitting next to them.
The speech is coming to an end.
The Zerg warriors serving as bodyguards had already known about the attack and were discussing closer protection measures on the other side. Ani stood up and went on stage to present the First Consul with ceremonial festive props for his final speech.
She was undergoing a weapons check backstage and was found to have no sharp weapon on her. Ani walked onto the stage with a normal look on her face and headed towards her target.
Thirty meters.
Fifteen meters.
Five meters...
The distance between them was so close that at the moment of handing over, a laser gun suddenly slipped out from her sleeve that she had checked carefully. Annie raised her hand without hesitation and shot it, two shots to the heart and one to the head. She was so accurate that she knew exactly which part of the brain tissue was hit and where the cerebrospinal fluid would come out.
The accident happened in an instant. There was a hole in the archon's head and blood spurted out onto the stage curtain behind him. At that moment, all the bodyguards and confidants stood up immediately, and some of them drew their weapons and shot at Annie. The two thermal energy bullets all missed, and Annie's figure rushed behind the curtain.
The alarm rang out into the sky, and several soldiers rushed onto the stage to chase after him. The curtain was torn down and destroyed, but there was no figure behind it - the assassin was like a ghost that demanded his life, and completely disappeared in just a few seconds, as if he had evaporated.
Amid the sirens, the people in their seats started to discuss heatedly and scream in fear, and the wave almost blew the roof off. The rescue workers who arrived at the first moment surrounded the First Consul tightly, and several subordinates with grim faces stood beside him.
The camera that was broadcasting the celebration speech live was still showing a faint light in the center of the audience.
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The speech was broadcast live on StarNet.
The political channels of various ethnic groups have never had much traffic, and only politicians and businessmen pay attention to them. However, tonight, as the incident of "the attack on the first archon of the Butterfly Clan" fermented, the popularity of this short video clip soared, and it topped the S star field list in just two hours.
This is an extremely bad scandal that cannot be covered up. One of the three archons of the Butterfly Clan was assassinated in public, and the murderer has not been found even now!
The number of comments and comments increased rapidly.
"Are you crazy? Are those bodyguards just for show? The Butterfly Clan is the only race that has almost no fighting power when in close combat, so why don't they accept weapons inspection?!"
"Speaking of which, the Archon's illusion skills are very strong. His scale powder is a protective hypnotic illusion. No one should be able to harm him."
"There was a strict weapons inspection at the scene. I don't know how she did it. She might have used some technological materials to change her appearance. The real secretary is said to be still in a coma..."
"What a scary guy! Did you extract any information from the weapon?"
"No. The weapons and the people all disappeared. They came out of nowhere and disappeared without a trace. I don't even dare to think about what I would do if she wanted to assassinate the Queen."
"Don't make such scary assumptions!!"
Who is she? These few short sentences overshadowed the entertainment section and squeezed into the currently live hunting ground video, and the popularity is still rising.
In the winery of the third star ring, Imolius clicked on the video and quietly took a sip of the ice-blue wine.
It was a slice of just seven seconds. The assassin walked onto the stage, closer and closer, and then bang! The light suddenly became brighter, blood splattered, and in the auditorium that was like boiling water, she turned around and disappeared behind the curtain as if she were air.
How did she get in and how did she escape by avoiding the blockade?
Could she turn into a flying insect? Become a machine? Or will it turn into a stream of water and flow down the sewer?
The moment the muzzle of the gun lit up, his heart was overwhelmed by the other party's overly powerful charm and began to beat wildly uncontrollably. But amid the rumbling of his heartbeat, Imolius was thinking in great confusion and felt a slight headache again.
Knock knock. Something seemed to knock on the glass of the room.
Imolius subconsciously looked towards the French window, but outside the window there was only the patrol team's intensive search, scanning the detection lights of various buildings.
...Is this an auditory hallucination?
He's been having too many hallucinations lately. It’s all that…bad woman’s fault.
After seeing Annie's abilities, even the accusation of being "bad" towards her didn't seem so pure. Her strong determination and strange ability shocked Imolius. No matter how many times he called her a bastard, he knew in his heart that -
Without the White Knight, he would not have been able to solve the biggest problem in his life.
Snap, snap. Another subtle sound was heard.
Following the sound, Imolius looked up and saw a small tentacle like a jellyfish tentacles hooking the vent cover on the top of his head, and then...
A large glob of pink jelly fell with a plop, its weight completely unexpected. Imolius was knocked down by the falling semi-fluid, and his whole body was covered with her pink liquid. He shook his blond hair, wiped his face, and coughed and spat out a mouthful of mucus: "Cough, cough cough...what is this..."
The temperature of the semi-fluid rose, and an inexplicable heat pressed against his back. The mucus squirmed and turned into a human form. Annie disguised herself as a Zerg, and her body just covered him. The ends of her white hair dripping with mucus turned pinker, entangled with Imolius's bright golden hair.
There was an overly hot breath behind his ear.
Annie closed her eyes and pressed on his shoulder, and she put her arms around the little butterfly's fragile body. The laser gun was simulated by her using the power of the Creation Beast, but it was a forced simulation. Annie was about to be cooked, and the mimicry factor in her body was moving wildly and unstably.
Imolius felt the wet liquid sliding down her skin, and the scent made him dizzy. The tentacles under the golden hair trembled slightly. Imolius took a deep breath and said, "This is also an illusion. Is my eyesight also not good? Knight."
Annie turned his shoulders, her pink eyes almost glowing. She pinched Imolius's chin and called him "Boss". These two words were called out in a hoarse voice by Ani, and she lowered her head and said, "You have bad taste. I am the cutest tentacle monster."
"..."Imolius looked into her eyes for a long time.
Ani continued, "Boss, your job is very dangerous. I want bonus, mental damage compensation, and overnight stay."
"overnight……"
"Well," she said, "I work hard, and you pay me. That's fair."
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