Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

He said these words calmly, as if the gangs on the island had nothing to do with him, and the second half of the sentence was an undisguised warning and irony—the mechanical hive is now surrounded and parasitized by a large number of gangs, all Everyone here is making trouble.

The adults around the round table were well aware of this, so no one answered his words, and even looked at him except Fernando D. Magellan who glared at him and Klein Justus who always listened calmly. None of the people.

The silence caused the air pressure in the meeting room to rise rapidly, and the warm golden light of the ring of dominion could not dispel the high pressure on the table, but Baer Darkrod seemed not to be affected by this atmosphere at all, and still followed his own rules. The idea is finished:

"In short, just like our previous decision to destroy the fire pharmacy, when we are ready again, the governor can attack the remaining gangs at will."

He seemed as if nothing had happened before, and he seemed to have completely forgotten his identity as the former commander of the frontier regiment's defense guards. He just said this in line with his identity and function as a chief of the security department of Days Island. if.

But the words that came out of his mouth were not in the tone of discussion, and there was no attitude of discussion in his indifferent posture, and these words were not words that would only be spoken during discussions.

Barr Darkrod was just notifying the Governor of Days Island of a decision, the nominal agent of the first island chain, a veritable nobleman, the number one lackey of the empire on the island chain, Fernando D. Magellan.

Why is he?
Klein looked at the governor.

Fernando D. Magellan stared at Baer closely, with undisguised ferocity and disgust in his eyes. No one on Days Island has ever dared to look at Baer Darkrod with such eyes.

Klein was thoughtful.

Why would Fernando have nothing to do with Bar Darkrod's rudeness and arrogance?

The latter has clearly lost most of its power based on violence.

Klein realized that the governor must know something...

That may well be the logic behind all of Baal Darkrod's abnormal behavior!

And at this moment, under the eyes of the governor who seemed to be eating people, Bar Darkrod looked at him with calm eyes:
"In any case, let's make it clear to the higher authorities in terms of pros and cons, it's still too early to open up at this time.

If it can be delayed for a while, it will be good for everyone. "

Bar Darkrod, who has lost any influence, has no motive to seek his own interests, because he has no one under him, so he cannot realize his power - this is the consensus of the people around the round table.

Therefore, as long as it is said on the table, Baal Darkrod has a very important right to speak-Baal Darkrod, who has no conflict of interest with others, is the key figure that everyone will fight for. In some important events, Baal Darkrod's "clean" vote is very important to all.

When the conversation between the two was in vacancy, Klein thought that there was actually a subtle relationship between the two of them——

Barr Darkrod was originally used as a navy to eliminate pirates and liberate the islands. He has the regular military establishment of the Imperial Navy and is responsible to the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Navy.

After the establishment of the mechanical hive, his public rank has reached the level of a three-star general. In other sea areas, he is a warlord with self-respect. It's just that the situation of the imperial island chain is special, so he doesn't have a large-scale army.

As for the governor of Days Island, Fernando D. Magellan, no matter whether he relied on his ancestral shadow or speculation, he is now in a position of no high and no low. Since the imperial power has been emptied, his direct superior is the chants Grand Leader——

All administrative actions of the governor are responsible to the head of the chant troupe.

Although a large number of federations (states) have emerged in the empire due to social development in recent years, the system of political, religious and military integration is still there. The high-level commanders and marshals of the army are all from the chant troupe. Responsible.

From this point of view, Barr Darkrod is not only Fernando D. Magellan’s subordinate on Days Island, even in the administrative system of the empire, Barr is still Fernando’s subordinate——

During the high-level meeting of the Imperial Army, both of them were standing in the corner. Maybe because of their working relationship on the island chain, they were standing in a close position in the corner.

But the other adults here are different.

Due to the complicated ZZ game, the other people in the conference room came from all corners of the entire empire's administrative system. Some of them did not even belong to the same federation. Arrange to sit together.

Therefore, among those sitting here, Governor Fernando D. Magellan and Security Chief Barr Darkrod, the relationship between the two is theoretically the closest.

Everyone knows about this, so the two of them acted on the same level on the bright side, just to let everyone relax their vigilance and let everyone know: [Although we have a close relationship in theory, we don’t stick together when dealing with government affairs Small group, mess with other people】——This is the ZZ logical relationship that Klein thinks is normal.

And it is obvious that the governor is an actor - after being "ordered" by Bar Darkrod, Fernando D. Magellan glanced at the people around the round table with disappointed eyes, as if he had lost the battle The lion generally sat back in his seat.

"Since everyone thinks so, I'll lick my face and ask the higher-ups for a few more days."

Fernando said this sentence lazily, then waved his hand impatiently:
"Dismiss!"

The adults around the round table left one after another.

After Bar Darkrod stood up, Klein also stood up, and followed him out of the meeting room.

Under the light of the Ring of Dominion, Baal Darkrod stopped on a certain walkway on the edge of the glass walkway in the observation deck, turned around, and quietly waited for Klein to come to him with his eyes.

"Lord Darkrod."

Klein said in as relaxed a tone as possible:
"It's really rude, it's the first time I use this title."

The reason why Klein said this was because of 'Darklord' - if the surname Darklord was regarded as a word, the root word lord itself meant "lord", and he called the other party "Master Darklord", Sounds like "Master Dark Lord".

This was the first time he had private contact with Bar Darkrod. He was too busy before, and the bad debts left by the previous tax administrator drained his experience. It was not until last night that he talked with his subordinates The clerks got rid of the disgusting pile of papers and got out of their business—

This is what Klein was thinking about at this moment. He compiled these things into memories and made them float on the surface of his mind. If Bar Darkrod was a synesthete, he would be able to see this paragraph directly memory.

Klein quickly failed. He didn't perceive any tentacles formed by inspiration from Bar Darkrod.

"Just call me Baal."

Bar Darkrod's plain and kind expression was full of sincerity, but Klein completely ignored these sincerities.

"Lord Barr, I want to ask you about something."

Baal Darkrod stopped and listened.

Klein's temptation is simple, direct and effective:

"I recently encountered a fund that could not be written off. It was a military expense spent by the defense soldiers of the Pioneering Regiment two years ago. It is not an ordnance purchased through normal channels."

Bar Darkrod's expression did not change.

Klein seemed not afraid of offending the other party at all, and continued to say in completely straightforward words without any embellishments:
"There are no write-offs, and no tax bills. There is only a piece of paper with the amount of military expenditure and the names of the two parties involved in the transaction. One is you and the other is a person named [Monka]."

Klein paused and continued:

“[Monga] is not a person’s name.”

Baal Darkrod did not answer his question directly:

"The so-called [Monga], in the Asian language of Tenshen Prefecture, means a place where [boats gather]."

Klein was surprised. He realized that this should be a rare saying among Asians in Tianshen State, so he listened carefully.

Bar Darkrod stared into Klein's eyes, his tone was calm, as if he was just explaining a misunderstanding:

"In the era when the mechanical hive hadn't risen from Days Island, people who came to the island to find opportunities were everywhere, and these complex people would usually disembark from the dock of Days Island today.

At that time, there was no infrastructure on the island, and the boats they drove could only be gathered in a mess on the wharf without high piles, and the boats were tied together with iron chains so that they would not be washed away when the wind and waves came.

Also because there are not many houses on the island, people work on the pier during the day and live on their own boats at night.

The place where the boats gather is known as "Mang Cape".

It is impossible to verify who called this name first, but everyone knew the name later, so they called it that way.

For about two or three years—the two or three years before the establishment of the mechanical hive, some people gradually called themselves "Mang Cape", and later even some gangs called themselves "Meng Cape". "

Klein does know this, even the gangs in Yanan City call themselves by the simplest and most straightforward name, which is usually a street or a word that looks powerful, so simple and easy to understand, most of them The illiterate gang members can easily call out the name of their gang.

"The money you saw was used to buy firearms from the people in Mengjiao."

"At that time, there were very bad things inside the Cape, and I was busy with the liberation of the last part of the island, and I didn't have the time or the manpower to manage the struggle inside the Cape.

I needed one of the Gangs in Cape to kill the other, so I bought them weapons with the money.

The matter was perfectly resolved, the island was successfully liberated, and the establishment of the mechanical hive went smoothly. "

Hearing his almost "perfunctory" answer, Klein couldn't say anything about the series of remarks he had prepared about "procedural justice" and "tax laws and regulations".

Bar Darkrod didn't seem to think this was a serious matter, and said in a natural tone:
"In addition to this one, I also specially approved a lot of expenses. The era when the pioneer group opened up the island was too chaotic, and it is impossible to have a clear record of every amount of money."

"The fact is that I did a good job. Now the biggest hidden danger has been solved, and the rest are small characters. It looks very bluffing, but it is easy to solve."

He was alluding to the downfall of the Gunpowder Shop.

Klein didn't speak.

Bar Darkrod reached out and patted Klein on the shoulder.

It wasn't a lot of force, but Klein felt a lot of pressure.

"Right now, everything has been sorted out and there is nothing to worry about."

"Relax, Klein."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked to the other side of the large observation deck, where there was an elevator going down.

Klein looked at his back and whispered in an inaudible voice:
"The ordnance bought by the gunpowder store with that money finally went into Li Shoucheng's hands, and contributed to the rise of the Tie Gang, right?"

Baal Darkrod did not turn around.

Can he really not hear it?

Klein couldn't be sure.

At this moment, Klein had a strong premonition. He had a premonition that there must be some relationship between Li Shoucheng and Baer Darkrod... something that would be fatal once discovered.

He was silent for a moment and returned to his office.

Picking up the phone, I saw several missed calls from Chen Yan on the phone.

Klein called back, and someone answered soon:
"You... hello..."

Ok?
It's not Chen Yan.

The voice sounded unassuming.

Klein asked:
"Where is Chen Yan?"

The voice replied in a somewhat nervous tone:
"He's busy... a bit dangerous, but I'm watching him, so it's okay."

Klein was silent for a moment, then suddenly said:

"You are the big guy in the bed sheet who came to C-17 area with Chen Yan last time."

The other party corrected:
"I'm wearing those curtains."

Klein didn't want to talk nonsense anymore:

"When Chen Yan is out of danger, remind him to call me back."

After the other party expressed his affirmation, Klein hung up the phone.

After a moment of silence, he made another call.

He didn't mention his name, and no other nonsense:

"I can't get useful clues from Baer Darkrod for the time being."

The voice on the other side of the phone is vigorous and powerful, but the content of the words is completely different from the emotion expressed in the tone:

"Regardless of Bar Darkrod's position, you must find any evidence sufficient to defeat him and take his place."

"I need you to complete this matter as soon as possible...the time left for you is running out. If there is no progress within a month, the North Bureau will start your mandatory scrapping process."

Klein didn't show any negative emotions because of the bad news, he just asked:
"Will that be the activation time for the Lunar Orbital Matrix?"