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Chapter 59: Elimination (Part )

"Master, what are you doing?!"

When Zhao Xiansheng heard that Xiao Yu was actually inquiring about the news of the head of the federation, he instantly felt scared to death.

"I don't do anything but make some big news."

"This... this is no longer news."

"If you are asked to check, then check it." Xiao Yu continued to look up at the sky: "Now. Immediately."

Zhao Xiansheng: “…”

Swallowing hard, Zhao Xian gritted his teeth, picked up his phone and started searching online.

"..."

"Master, tomorrow the head of the Federation, Lee Ward, will give a speech at Yale University in Const. The time is 10 a.m. In the afternoon, he will fly to Witten to attend the Superstar Game of the Western Region Football League."

"it is good."

Nodding, Xiao Yu turned around, looked at Zhao Xiansheng, and spoke faster: "Regarding his speech tomorrow at 10 o'clock in the morning, you contact the bosses of those video platforms, including those in the East District. Tomorrow, push all the traffic to me."

“… promote Lee Ward’s live speech?”

"Otherwise. I'll go then."

"Master. I... don't recommend you do this. You're crazy. It's unnecessary. Really."

Suppressing the chill in his heart, Zhao Xiansheng hesitated to speak, but this was the best he could say.

"I have my reasons. Just do as you are told."

"In fact, it would be better if we promoted it according to the original plan. It would be better for everyone."

Hearing this, Xiao Yu looked Zhao Xiansheng up and down, and vaguely heard the deep meaning behind his words: "...You are hiding something from me."

"No, Master."

"Then don't waste your time. Get me a flight to Conskerley tomorrow."

"……Yes."

"You go down."

"Okay, Master."

After looking at Xiao Yu Shenshen, Zhao Xiansheng bowed slightly, turned around and left.

Xiao Yu stared at the other person's departing back with flickering eyes.

"..."

"..."

"Wait a moment."

When Zhao Xiansheng was halfway out of the room, Xiao Yu suddenly called him.

"Do you have any other instructions?" Zhao Xiansheng immediately turned around and asked tentatively.

"One last favor."

"Master, you are too polite. You said that I will do my best."

"You must return to Dongda immediately. Use your connections, your financial resources, and all your means to personally send my family here. I will not treat you unfairly."

"...You know, this is difficult." Zhao Xiansheng said concisely: "Given the current situation. Especially if you want to..."

"There are four of us in total, my grandpa and three aunts. Send them to this manor." Xiao Yu looked up at the sky again and said without further ado, "Go."

Zhao Xiansheng felt like his head was about to explode: "...I'll try my best."

"boom."

The door is closed tightly.

Zhao Xiansheng is gone.

Xiao Yu raised the bottle of foreign wine and drank it all up like he was drinking mineral water. Then he returned to the house from the balcony, picked up the landline phone on the bedside table, and put it to his ear: "Hello? Is anyone there?"

"Master Xiao, please speak." A woman's fluent Dongda dialect came through the receiver in seconds.

"Bring me a midnight snack. I want to eat Eastern food."

"Okay. I'll arrange for the chef from Dongda University to do it for you."

"Ask your boss to send it to me."

"Ok."

"pat-"

hang up the phone.

Xiao Yu lay on the bed in a "Tai" shape. He absentmindedly took out his mobile phone and looked through the news about him on various video platforms.

After reading for a while, all the content didn't enter my mind.

He simply calculated the total number of his fans in the East District.

'Dancing music 210 million.'

'P station 90 million.'

'Is this P station toxic? Why is the number of followers still dropping?'

'Slow Hand 370 million.'

"Jubo..."

"..."

'Seven hundred and fifty million in total.'

'It should be saturated.'

"The only thing missing is the Gentiles."

"..." "..."

Xiao Yu sat up suddenly, still unable to suppress his restless mind, and walked to the balcony again, looking up at the purple night sky...

I do not know how long it has been.

There was a knock on the door.

The blond middle-aged man came over respectfully, holding a plate and said, "Master, the chicken soup is here."

"Leave it there."

"The staple food is rice, and there are some snacks on the plate. Please enjoy your meal."

"I'll go to sleep after I finish eating. After that, no one should disturb me."

"understand."

"Didn't Zhao Xiansheng inform you that he would be streaming the speech of the head of the federation tomorrow?"

"Notified." The blond middle-aged man lowered his head deeply to hide his complicated expression.

"Okay." Xiao Yu waved his hand: "Go out."

"Yes."

After the other party carefully closed the door and left, Xiao Yu returned to the room, took the plate, and ate quickly.

Then I turned off the lights, drew the curtains, and went to bed.

Tomorrow, he has a lot to do...

……

time.

Deep and mysterious.

Difficult to define accurately.

When four hours passed in the Eastern Hemisphere, miraculously only 240 minutes passed in the Western Hemisphere.

People have long been accustomed to this and don't find it strange.

Just like the sky inexplicably turns slightly purple, it does not attract any interest from humans at all.

On this night, if we ignore the purple phenomenon in the sky, it should be a mediocre night.

But for some reason, many people tossed and turned tonight...

For example, this special forces unit of the Western Region, armed with live ammunition and wearing camouflage uniforms, stayed up late at night and chose to sneak around outside this luxurious manor.

Motives are hard to fathom.

"..."

"The target has been confirmed. (Xi Da language)" In a small forest three kilometers away from the manor, an officer put down the thermal imaging telescope and pressed the intercom device beside his ear: "The target is sleeping soundly."

"Wait for more confirmation."

"Yes, sir."

Raising the thermal imaging telescope again, the officer observed Xiao Yu lying on the bed while listening to the reports from various sniper points in the earphones.

"...Confirmed with multiple points. The target is sleeping normally...Sir, he turned over."

"Okay, upload the thermal video. Then everyone stay where you are and wait for instructions."

"Yes, sir."

The officer pressed the device beside his ear and switched channels: "All positions, stay put."

"..."

"Boss, did this guy sleep with the Führer's wife?" The adjutant next to the officer pushed his helmet and asked, "More than ten heavy guns surrounded him and killed him?"

"Not sure." The officer held the binoculars, his body motionless: "But it is possible that she slept with the husband of the head of state's wife."

"..."

In this way, the soldiers endured the bites of mosquitoes all around for half an hour.

The order to shoot to kill finally came through the officer's earpiece.

"receive."

Switching the intercom channel again, the officer took a deep breath and spoke in a cold voice: "All sniper points, prepare."

"Wow--"

Thirteen snipers who formed a semicircle around the manor simultaneously pulled the bolts of their anti-tank sniper rifles.

The sniper scope was focused firmly on the figure lying flat in the room on the second floor of the villa.

"Follow my instructions. Group A fires first, followed by Group B. The two groups will take turns until the magazine is empty."

"Yes."

"Understood sir."

"It's all right." (?)
"Yes……"

Holding the binoculars tightly in his left hand, the officer slowly raised his right hand: "Three."

"two."

"one……"

"..."

"?"

……

(End of this chapter)