My name is Ren

Chapter 457 Armed with sharp weapons, people are often creatures controlled by "things"

Standing on the edge of the window sill, he took out the exquisite silver cigarette case from his pocket, pressed a small button, and a cigarette immediately popped out.He held it in his mouth, pulled the scythe to light it for himself, took a deep breath, and spat it out slowly.He looked at the smoke bouncing back after hitting the glass and thinking.

It has been a while since Ren left the imperial capital, otherwise he could have discussed it with Ren now. He had an idea and hunch in his heart that this ledger should be sent by Queen Pars.And what the young Emperor His Majesty wants to do is actually not so hard to guess.She wanted to use this method to find a reason to attack the noble group, and then cut off these nobles.

She didn't dare to do this before, maybe she didn't do it because she was afraid of civil war, but because she was waiting, waiting for the day when her power was stable and she had a great chance of winning.Now this opportunity is finally ripe. The two main lines of the empire's railway, northwest and southwest, have completed the paving work, and the trains for trial operation have fully met the standards given by the Imperial Research Institute.

As long as the train is launched, an army of tens of thousands of people can reach any corner of the west within a day.At the same time, in the name of righteousness, a just battle has been launched, no matter whether it is hard conditions or soft conditions, they have been fully prepared.In particular, Generalissimo Grace has not shown up on the Western Front for a while, and the Marquis of Rhine has already guessed that the Generalissimo must have returned to the imperial capital.

Stop it, he absolutely can't stop it, even if he stops it, he won't get the friendship of the noble blood alliance, and at the same time, he will hate Queen Pars, so he not only has to do it, but also has to do it beautifully.As for whether to fight in the future, who can win and who can lose, that is another matter. At least for now, this matter must be settled, so that Empress Pars can see her ability.

He took another deep breath, pressed the cigarette on the window, crushed it out, turned around, walked back to his work desk, sat down, and rang the bell.

After a while, a large number of prosecutors swarmed out, and the faces of these people were full of suppressed excitement.For low-level officials like them, the road to promotion is often in the foreseeable future. Many people even die without being able to survive a title such as deputy minister or chief minister.There are only two ways for them to be promoted quickly, or to flatter their beards and become the confidants of their superiors, and to be promoted quickly under the premise of nepotism.

Or, it is to make an astonishing feat, so that the superior has no choice but to promote himself.

The former is difficult, not just a random person can meet the Marquis of Rhine, but the latter is much easier.As for who will bear the consequences, someone will definitely bear it, but definitely not themselves.

With their thin arms and legs, they can't bear too much responsibility at all, and the big shots won't let them bear it.

At the same time, the Imperial Security Department was mobilized almost entirely. Just now Bethel received a request for assistance from the Marquis of Rhine, requesting the Imperial National Security Department and the Joint Procuratorate to collect evidence, and if necessary, the Security Department needs to conduct torture.Civil rights have just awakened these days, and they haven't developed to the point of harmonious evidence collection. As long as they are suspects, the state violence agencies have the right to detain them and torture them.

This is clearly written in the law.

Hugo immediately contacted Nietzsche after receiving the notification, and the two of them led the field personnel called Greyhounds by outside scholars, and with the cooperation of the officials of the procuratorate, they began to search the entire city of the imperial capital.

"This is it, right?" Hugo stood behind three teams of field agents and five officials from the procuratorate. Looking at the splendid manor with crystal walls in front of him, he let out a sigh of relief, "Go, knock on the door!"

There are many nobles and passers-by watching. This manor is the manor of Marquis Isaac, and not everyone can offend it.Their formation today is obviously not for fun. Some people are gloating about their misfortune, while some are secretly vigilant. At the same time, a bad thought has arisen in these people's hearts, and they need to be cleared up.

The Orlando royal family has always been good at clearing up. As long as the emperor wants to clear up, they can always find a suitable reason.Maybe it's just because the nobles farted in Congress, maybe it's because the nobles spit everywhere, anyway, as long as there is a need, there is a reason.

It's just that the past purges basically stopped when they reached the title of earl, and they would not take another step up, but this time the situation seemed a bit wrong. They dared to attack the manor of Marquis Isaac.You must know that the Marquis Isaac is not only the leader of the party, but also the leader of the aristocratic group. It can be said that he is a powerful minister of the empire. Even His Majesty the Emperor, sometimes wants to do something, you must first look at the face of the Marquis Isaac .

A field worker rang the doorbell next to the gate, and could vaguely hear the bell ringing in the manor in the distance. After several consecutive rings, no one responded.Hugo sneered, "Smash it open!"

The crowd of onlookers exclaimed in unison, this young man actually let his men break down the gate of the Marquis Manor?Is it because he is impatient to live and wants to find death in this way, or is it true that the Marquis Isaac has been taken by the royal family for something?They would not think that this matter was a private decision of the Supreme Prosecutor's Office and the Ministry of National Security. This must have the confidence only after the approval of Queen Pars.

A mighty and majestic field worker stood out from behind Hugo. This man was almost two meters tall, with muscles like iron bumps all over his body.He spat a mouthful of saliva in the palms of his hands, rubbed his hands together, lowered his body, shoulders forward, shrunk his head, kicked his legs vigorously, and his whole body crashed into the the gate of the manor.

The gate covered with gold and silver was knocked out in an instant. The gates of Marquis Isaac's manor, or the gates of most nobles' manors, are actually not very strong.No one would be idle and make trouble for themselves to offend these great nobles.This gate is more like a symbol of identity and status, and an ornament representing power and influence.The flying gate rolled and kicked up a large piece of soil, and finally stopped slowly on the lawn, motionless.

Hugo stepped into the gate of the manor without haste, and walked towards Isaac's house step by step.Through the window, some figures could be seen flickering, and some people looked over here from time to time through the window.Facing these panicked people, Hugo smiled even more.

He likes this feeling, likes the constant magnification of fear in these people's hearts, likes the gradual desperation on their faces.

　 If the story is divided into three paragraphs, it has now entered the end, and the number of updated words may fluctuate, forgive me.

　　
　
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