Sentinel

Chapter 251 The Gunpowder Conspiracy
The moment he heard the unfamiliar voice, Bonucci reacted immediately, his palm quickly moved to the alarm button under the table, while the other hand reached towards his waist.

Those damned old nobles are finally going to attack him?

Such a thought flashed through his head, and then his consciousness was swept by a sharp pain. The figure under the dark green cloak moved faster than him, and the dazzling lightning flashed by, paralyzing half of Bonucci's body.

The mysterious guest who broke in rashly removed the pistol from the prime minister's waist slowly, strangled the other party's neck with his steel arms, and brought the slightly bloated body to the office and study like dragging a wild dog. in the rest compartment.

"Tsk tsk, really tasteful..."

Dum saw many SM tools hanging on the wall, such as handcuffs, mouth balls, whips, etc., which are just pediatrics, and there are some sexual abuse items that he has never heard of or seen before. Often when he is busy with national affairs, he does not forget to add interest to life.

Dr. Doom, wearing a dark green cloak, took off a nine-tailed cat and carefully played with it in his hands. His empty eyes turned to the Prime Minister who was thrown on the soft bed. A "crack" hit landed on Bonucci's body. body.

Compared with the usual SM fun, Dum's hands are not so gentle. Before the nine-tailed cat was widely used as a sex prop, it was used to perform whipping. European fleets in the age of sailing were usually not equipped with special weapons. The execution whip, so I had to use local materials, let the prisoner cut off a section of cable, spread out the front of the cable, and keep the back as it is, so that the front can be used as the fringe of the whip, and the back can be used as a handle.

Because the loose part of the cable will be divided into nine thin ropes, this kind of whip is called "nine-tailed cat". Most people will be beaten to death if they receive more than three hundred strokes.

Dum smoked ten times silently, and Bonucci, who couldn't bear the pain, wailed and begged loudly: "What do you want? Money or other things, I can give you! If it's for that box of weapons-grade plutonium Come... I, I can immediately revoke your arrest warrant!"

This lunatic with a steel mask on his face beat himself without saying a word, and he didn't press for any information or make any demands. In the silent and oppressive atmosphere, the Prime Minister, whose psychological defense was still strong, had to be the first to beg for mercy. .

"I don't want anything." The hoarse voice was full of teasing.

Doom threw the nine-tailed cat aside. He stared at Bonucci, who was filled with fear, and took off the black glove on his arm. A steel palm covered with metal and flesh emerged.

There was a burst of "sizzling" sound in the air, and the blazing electric current was like a snake, lingering and flickering on the fingertips. Bonucci looked at all this in surprise. He had heard of the existence of superpowers before. But it has never been so intuitive.

"Historical question and answer time, Mr. Prime Minister, what date is November 1605, 11?" Doom asked softly.

"The Gunpowder Conspiracy!" Bonucci, who has studied history and literature, searched for the answer in his mind.

He is a smart man. The weird and crazy guy in front of him is obviously not something he can resist. Instead of not cooperating with the other party and suffering more pain, it is better to show a submissive posture in order to survive.

"Bingo." Dum nodded with satisfaction, "Guy Fawkes, this bold lunatic, he tried to blow up the British Parliament Building and killed King James I and his family who were holding the opening ceremony of the Parliament in it. "

"Unfortunately, plans leaked and he was arrested and executed opposite the Capitol, first by hanging, then beheaded, disemboweled, burned and dismembered."

"But today, the real gunpowder conspiracy will be repeated in Latvinia."

"What are you trying to do?" Bonucci asked in a trembling voice, full of doubts and fears.

Dum didn't answer, his fingers stretched towards the current switch, and there were continuous crackling sounds in the air, and the continuous current seemed to be pulled, pouring into his body, and the dark green cloak fluttered suddenly, like a strong wind blowing move.

Then the lights in the room suddenly went out, and in the darkness, Bonucci heard the bodyguard's inquiry. About half a minute later, eight well-trained full-time bodyguards broke open the door of the study.

This sparked a glimmer of hope in Mr. Prime Minister's eyes. He didn't know what this mysterious strange guest wanted to do, but facing hundreds of security personnel in the palace, what would even a person with superpowers do?
Carrying high-temperature blazing electric light, it shot out like a spear, knocking down the bodyguards one by one. Dum dragged Bonucci along the promenade, the flickering lights flickered, and from time to time there was a Lightning flashed, piercing teams of security personnel, and the air was filled with a burnt smell.

In Doctor Doom's view, the so-called heavily guarded security defense is just a fragile fence, which can only stop wild animals and children at most, and cannot pose a threat to him at all.

In the sound of the alarm bell, Dum took Bonucci to the top floor of the Prime Minister's Palace as if strolling in the courtyard. Of course, the reason why they did so easily was that the secret service personnel in charge of security were concerned about the life of the Prime Minister and did not take heavy firepower. Weapons are not irrelevant.

"Sniper One is in position..."

"Guarantee the safety of the Prime Minister..."

"Find out where the intruder is..."

"Wait for the order!"

A series of instructions were issued, and through the scope, the sniper saw the terrorist who had taken the prime minister hostage. He was wearing a ferocious and cold steel mask, and his whole body was covered under a dark green cloak.

Just wait for the firing order to be issued, and the sniper will pull the trigger, and a 7.62x54mmR rifle bullet can penetrate the opponent's head in an instant.

On the top floor of the Prime Minister's Palace, Dum, who seemed to be unaware of all this, lifted Bonucci, stood in front of him, and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Prime Minister, do you like symphony?"

Bonucci, who was full of fear, nodded subconsciously. It was the first time he met such a lunatic, and he couldn't guess what the other party's purpose was.

"Then do you like Schubert, or Mendelssohn? Or Liszt? Tchaikovsky?"

"... Mozart."

"Okay, it just so happens that I also like the greatest classical musician in Europe." Dum tapped on the brass on the top floor, as if talking to himself, "Order a Symphony No. 40 in G minor "."

The lyrical and mournful music suddenly reverberated throughout the city, and came out from various radio and TV stations. It was resentful and impassioned, bold and violent, as if expressing the helplessness of life, the sadness in the heart, and the exciting enthusiasm. With a hint of depression.

"You must be full of curiosity, why did I bring you here? What exactly do I want?"

Dum took Bonucci to the edge of the top floor, overlooking the bustling city caught in a grand symphony, and his hoarse voice was full of regret: "Mr. Prime Minister, do you know? My biggest dream when I was young was to be able to move into the In the city, there is no need to live in a slum.”

"you……"

"On the day I got the quota for submission, you personally commended me and called me Latvinia's 'Rising Star' in front of the media. After my success, the people in my hometown also presented me with This steel mask, with the inscription 'Glory of Latvinia' underneath - you must have remembered."

Bonucci's eyes widened in surprise, and a name came out of his throat: "Victor Doom...is that you?"

"Of course it's me." There was a trace of coldness in the expression under the mask, "I have returned to this land again, to bring new hope to it, but before that, some obstacles need to be cleared."

"I know that the sniper is in the opposite building, ready to shoot my head off at any time, but Mr. Prime Minister—behind this mask is not only the flesh, it is an existence beyond your imagination."

The music of the symphony is coming to an end, and the minor tune of pity floats in the night sky, and the lingering sound curls up.

"Thank you for the box of weapons-grade plutonium. I made a small modification and left it in your room."

Dum's voice suddenly became cold, and he said word by word: "Latvinia, you will definitely convert to the name of Doomsday God, and your death will bring peace."

A dazzling white light erupted from the Prime Minister's Palace like a sweeping wave, and the dark green cloak fluttered like a fluttering flag.

　ps: Haha, the exemption is over, and I can happily browse the book review area again. Readers who make bricks, you roar~
　　
　
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