The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

"You mean, that Draco became an infected person and was rescued by the Rutlanders of Rhode Island, and then was chased by Shenchi on the way... Those six disgusting cadres of Shenchi died. ?very good."

"It's not your fault that you didn't record the painful process of the jumping-faced mouse. After all, I understand the situation at the time... I believe you, Manticore, and you don't need to provide me with proof that the task has been completed. After all, you are my most important person. One of my trusted subordinates~"

Although the number of subordinates Capt said he trusted the most seems to be 'a little' too many.

Most of the employees encouraged by Capt have the illusion that they are the most special in the boss's heart.

This is a simple saying.

The more important most people feel that they are valued, the harder they will work in order to respond to the expectations of others.

And Manticore is obviously no exception.

……

"The task of monitoring the outcast is over. Leave that Drake to Rhode Island to have a headache. Our Captor Group is a serious business organization... Even if the lion of the past is no longer strong, there is no need for us to fight with the lion. After all, harmony brings wealth."

"What we will do next will already make the group's major order holders dissatisfied. If we really push them into a hurry, the group will have to bear a lot of losses."

"Come back, Manticore...come back to me."

"I need you now."

Capt's magnetic voice came from the other side of the contact.

This voice crawled into Leo's ears, impacting Leo's young heart.

'...[Boss] needs me! '

At this time, the manticore suddenly felt that the fatigue in his body was swept away.

She looked at Outcast who was still carrying the unconscious Ravshini in the distance, hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to leave without saying hello.

After all, whether the two of them worked together to rescue civilians in the ruins, delivered medicines from the Rhode Island Office in Xiaoqiu County to hospitals and clinics, or cooperated to kill the six cadres in Shenchi, they could not hide their The fact that the positions are different.

……

"Kept you..."

On the dilapidated streets, Mandela looked at Capt, who was holding a communicator beside him and holding his throat, but he hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong with me?"

Capt hung up the communicator in his hand and looked at Mandela with a smile.

"……nothing."

Originally, when Mandela saw Capt pretending to communicate with his subordinates in a disgusting tone, she instinctively wanted to attack him.

But Mandela has not forgotten that this bumbling guy who likes to play with other people's emotions just saved her life.

"Haha, are you also fascinated by my charming voice?"

Of course Capt knew why Mandela wanted to fight him.

After all, a single-minded reckless man always resists a well-rounded guy.

but……

Capt opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the communication tower.

'It's time for the savior to appear. '

'Seamus Williams... don't let me down. '

……

At this time, on the communication tower, Seamus Williams, whose clothes were messy but not injured, was holding on to a railing next to the ladder with both hands.

He had already followed the instructions in the kit, and when something went wrong at the banquet, he rushed here without stopping.

but……

Looking at the green-haired film woman with a joking smile on the communication tower, Seamo, who was tired and sweating profusely, said in a rough dress:

"Can... let us talk first?"

"I'm sorry, but that can't be done! After all, I don't feel comfortable uniting our compatriots around the bloodless and tearless capitalists~"

"what……"

Seamus fell to the ground.

Although sitting on the ground after strenuous exercise is not good for the body, at this time his legs were so tired that he couldn't care so much.

Seamus looked at Ahvni in front of the operating table in confusion.

He did not regret that he did not take the first step, after all, there were alternatives in the tips given by Capt.

Not to mention, for hungry local residents, most people will choose the latter between sweet words and real bread.

but……

'She is obviously not from Tara? '

……

"Residents of Xiaoqiu County and nearby villages and towns, this is a real-time communication for you."

"As you can see, a huge disaster struck this lovely city at noon today, hurting our families and destroying our homes."

"In the past hundreds of years, they have inflicted similar sufferings on us again and again - we did not speak out at the time, because we thought they would retain the last kindness. As long as we tolerate it again and again, we and they can still be here. Peaceful coexistence on this land.”

"But today, Victoria's army has put a butcher's knife on our necks - they have artificially enveloped the city with the haze of ore disease. What they have done is more ruthless and terrifying than natural disasters."

"We don't want war, but we have to fight."

"If you hear this communication, if you are willing to stand with us - wherever you are, you can be our arms."

"We will use fire to cleanse this country of centuries of filth."

"We will use flames to comfort all those who sacrificed their lives to fight against injustice."

"We will use fire to burn a path to a future of freedom and peace."

"We are not enemies, but your friends."

“We were, are, and will always be a family.”

"Please remember our names"

"We are the deep pool."

……

The declaration of the ghost army was transmitted to all surrounding cities and villages through communication base stations.

They not only spread it to the residents in the city, they want to spread this information to ten, ten to a hundred... They want everyone to know what kind of atrocities Victoria's army committed in Xiaoqiu County.

The most terrifying thing is that most of what the Ghost Troops say are facts, facts that cannot be questioned.

Besides the local garrison, who could transport such a huge amount of illegal source stone products to the artillery camp?

In the face of irrefutable evidence, no amount of exquisite words could cover up the mistakes committed by the garrison... The Tara people had long been fed up with Victoria's oppression, but they had never found an opportunity to resist.

But now, here's your chance!

Tara's red dragon returns, but the lion disappears!

The dukes are on their own, and the whole of Victoria seems shaky... This is the best chance the Tara people can seize after the death of the Gaelic King.

Of course, this is just the Tara people's own opinion.

When the Dukes, whose intelligence networks spread throughout Victoria, learned of the news, they had a different attitude.

"People from Tara? Humph! Once I finish cleaning up those dirty demons and get what belongs to me... the next step will be the moment of reckoning!"

"Isn't the commander of Xiaoqiu County Colonel Hamilton? I remember that young man, he has a sincere heart for Victoria... Oh, I wonder which Duke is testing the Duke of Wellington's attitude?"

"Sure enough, the Tara people have become pawns in the hands of Duke Wellington, but since he is trying to separate Tara from Victoria... Wellington, your ambition is greater than I imagined!"

As for Capt?

How could a sponsor who reaches out everywhere, a capitalist who has no blood or tears, and a businessman who has separated from Victoria to a certain extent, do business at a loss for the sake of his compatriots?

However... in this recent sensitive period when no one is on the throne, we should really pay attention to the Capte Group.

After all, no matter where a wallflower of the size of the Capt Group jumps, it is enough to give other dukes a headache.

Rather than letting Capt take sides, they would rather Capt continue as he is now, helping everyone.

After all, everyone helping means helping no one.

And one thing is for sure, the Capte Group has indeed played a significant role in the economic development of their respective territories, and taxes have been paid on time.

So as long as Cape goes too far, most of the Dukes will choose to turn a blind eye.

……

"Oh...how did you know that I'm not from Tara?"

After sending the instant message, Akhefni turned around and looked curiously at Seamus, who had recovered a little from his weakness and stood up again.

"Through language, dear Ms. Akhefni. Your ancestor should be a Gaulish, and given that your Gallic accent is very weak and faintly reveals some of the accents unique to the Victorian military, there are only a few The Tara language of [-] is obviously not perfectly disguised..."

Although Ahefeni still maintained a cynical smile, her originally lazy eyes gradually became sharp.

What the other party knew... was a bit beyond her expectation.

Is the intelligence network of Capte Group's [Market Research Team] so outrageous?

……

Seeing Akhefni's expression becoming more and more serious, Seamo took out a hand towel and wiped his sweat.

Over the years, he has become accustomed to the dignity that being the head of the Capt Group brings to him.

"Ahem, calm down, Miss Akhfeni... There's only so much information I can get from your words."

Seamus straightened his somewhat messy suit, and then put on an incomprehensible expression.

But in fact, he was just an ordinary person. If it weren't for Jeston's protection, he might have been hacked to death on the way.

At best, the literary works he wrote in his spare time were almost popular throughout Victoria.

"You are worthy of a great poet. Your research on language is really amazing...Tell me, what is the task your [boss] gave you? Capte Group should know that Shenchi will not allow others to Get your hands on Tara."

"……certainly."

Simo looked at Ahefeni in front of him, but a trace of anger gradually rose in his heart, which was still panicked and timid.

Get involved!

ridiculous!

These thugs actually regard Tara as their own... who are they?

The man in front of me is not even from Tara!

Seamus is different from those ignorant civilians. As the head of the Capt Group, he knows better.

Seamus admitted that at the beginning, he did have some illusions about the deep pool, that the Tara people would one day have their own city, that the Tara people would pick up their own language again... but it was definitely not the case. It breaks out in such a way that it quickly and even reverses natural trends.

The flame can indeed burn away the shackles, but if all that is left is desolation, then what is the point of burning the flame?

It should be...in a softer way.

But what counts as a softer approach?

Seamus didn't know.

He is just an ordinary person whose main job is a manager and his side job is writing poetry.

But he could at least choose another way that was acceptable to him to help his fellow man.

……

Seamus straightened his body, took out a piece of paper he had written on a long time ago, and handed it to Ahefeni.

Ahfni looked at the words on the paper, then pondered:

"Have you finally gone crazy? Do you want to face Victoria's army?"

"That's wrong. Dear Ms. Akhefni, the appetite of Capte Group is not as big as you and the existence behind you... The city under your feet is enough to solidify our cooperative relationship."

"...Then, happy cooperation."

"Pleasant to work with."