I, the villain, have a system for listening to advice

The scene was a scene of devastation and scorched earth. On the ruins, Pesha, Philomena, and some other strangers were moving rubble and digging up corpses. This land was raining black and the fire was blazing. It was definitely not a place where ordinary humans could survive. Some of them felt regretful, some cried, and most were numb. Both sides had lost a large number of comrades, and hatred flashed in their eyes towards each other.

The civil war was caused by the authorities' attempt to forcibly confiscate all the relics, and even strip them away without regard for the qualified people who had already merged. The two sides, who refused to give in to each other, could only use their fists to reason.

From a few short cartoons, we can see that Pesha does come from that period of history, and she also carries a heavy burden. She is not aloof, but she has lost too many companions long ago, and finally she devotes herself to research.

But the life of the old man of history is meaningful.

The holy remains that have come down through the ages tell of the atrocities the army had committed against itself, and many later generations are wary in their hearts even without saying anything.

Their respective cognitive impressions continue to deepen, distort, and become paranoid, and will then dominate the next period of history: now. It is meaningless to comment on right and wrong. The key is to be vigilant against each other and create too many gaps with conflicts of interest, which makes it difficult to avoid conflicts.

Mu Jin actually felt the same way, after all, the mercenary group was also very hostile towards magical girls.

[It's really tragic]

[If the fights were mostly caused by hatred and other emotional reasons in the past, now that everyone is rational, there are more conflicts of interest, and the fights will be more intense]

[It's a pity that the official forces have barely survived the last civil war to the present holy remains. There are too many newbies and insufficient prestige.]

[Let's get back to the point. In short, we just need to look at the conflict between the two sides from a macro perspective. At a micro level, we need to keep key figures, such as senior senators like Miller who have extensive connections and strong skills. It will at least be more convenient to have him. The cult can secretly smooth the relationship and accumulate resources. The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish. I'm sure many people are eager for the cult to stand up so that they can join them.]

[I have long been Hyacinthus’s dog]

[Boss Mu is kindhearted, strong and beautiful, and is definitely the first choice for you to join]

[Time Priest: Am I a kind person?]

[If you ask me, these things are not important. As long as the cult is strong enough, the most urgent task is to quickly purchase the disaster beast materials that have been reduced in price due to oversupply, and replenish them. If we can feed the Thousand Mile Observation Mirror, everything will be fine.]

...There was nothing worth Mu Jin's attention in the remaining intelligence, so she decided to intervene, but she still did not plan to send anyone right away.

Wait a few days.

During this period, the top leaders of the cult were not idle. After being reminded by Mu Jin, they kept paying attention to every magical girl and at the same time provided basic training to the newcomers who joined due to advertisements. After all, as magic power became more and more concentrated at the end of the year, more and more awakened people appeared. According to this trend, they might have to start looking for them actively.

On the other side, after waiting for a while, the message she needed finally appeared:

The war crimes trial of Quincy began, but it was delayed, sparking controversy in the media and providing a glimpse into the escalating conflict between mercenaries and the military.

After the Arctic War, Hibiscus reminded Josh to hand in a letter of allegiance to prove his friendship towards the magical girl. Now, the proof has come, or the trial is becoming the fuse for the confrontation between the two sides.

The magical girl Hyacinthus can not only predict but also control fate to burn in the direction of a powder keg.

Chapter 126 Assassination in broad daylight (6K)

Los Angeles Court.

The courtroom was a little stuffy, solemn and heavy, and completely silent.

Miller, sitting in the gallery, frowned, and like many upper-class people, he witnessed the interrogation of the defendant Quincy with a little nervousness. However, as the protagonist, he remained calm and silent, leaving all the answers to his lawyer. After a verbal battle, the judge announced the end of today's trial.

This is the third time, and it has been delayed again. Everyone can feel that the competition among various parties has caused the court to delay the case again and again.

As soon as the judge announced the verdict, Gallup was the first to greet his boss. The two of them left chatting and laughing. It was obvious that they were not moved at all and even disdainful.

Miller sighed deeply.

His reaction was noticed by the sharp-eyed Quincy. The man in military uniform who was about to leave turned around and smiled faintly. The state senator and the notorious mercenary company had been holding a grudge for a long time and they were fighting each other for a long time. This time they disgusted each other again.

Miller walked out of the courtroom and met his wife Julia at the door.

"He must be capable to have been your old rival for so long. A few accusations of illegal experimentation or kidnapping are not going to bring him down."

"This time is different... So you didn't know who ordered this trial?"

Julia shook her head.

"Many ignorant people think that General Josh established his authority after his promotion, and that this is a criterion for testing whether you are well-informed or whether you are in the circle. Humph, they don't know that after the Cataclysm, Hyacinth, with the prestige of victory, put pressure on the army to make those who persecuted magical girls pay the price. As you can see, this became an opportunity for us to confront each other."

Julia was slightly startled when she heard this. She didn't expect there was such a secret. A word from the leader of the Salvation Cult triggered a political case that caused serious confrontation between the army and mercenaries!

It is hard not to wonder whether the prophet would deliberately provide guidance.

"Have there been any results from the investigation?"

Miller shook his head. "Those advertisers are just shell companies. I continued to investigate but found nothing. I guess I didn't communicate the information accurately with Elsa, so I sent her to the wrong place. It's a pity that she is not in the country..."

"That's good. Otherwise, I can't imagine what would happen if my daughter was threatened." Julia leaned on his shoulder worriedly.

The couple suddenly felt uncomfortable thinking about the scandal of the mercenary group. They kidnapped or assassinated people at any time. They had no chance to survive, right? When a scholar met a soldier, he could not reason with him.

Seeing that there was no hope for the trial, they strode away. At this moment, the court was crowded with people, and a large number of staff were discussing the Quincy trial case. After all, the Mercenary Alliance had appointed a super luxurious team of lawyers, and the trial that was supposed to be held in a military court was forcibly turned into a state court trial. Now, public prosecution was facing many difficulties.

"Our defense goal is acquittal—"

The chief legal officer of Goshawk Company waved his arms to the media, making solemn promises and speaking in an arrogant manner.

"Not only that, we will also clear the wronged facts suffered by the parties involved, and those who throw mud with impure political motives will be punished."

The lawyer said quietly the moment Miller passed by. Their eyes met briefly and then they turned away with cold faces.

Never give up.

Not only did they risk their careers, but more importantly, the case involved serious consequences. If the Quincy case becomes a precedent, wouldn't it mean that large mercenary companies can be prosecuted and sent to prison one by one? Is there any law? Is there any reason?

Both are merely the embodiment of the collective interests of their respective forces. Personal grudges are irrelevant and the overall situation is more important.

A strange car stopped at the entrance of the court. If the driver had not been a familiar face of Julia's female secretary, Miller would have almost leaned over. He looked at his wife in confusion, "Why did you change the car?"

"I have prepared four cars that look identical and were randomly selected. You are doing something dangerous, so I will try to help as much as I can."

Before he could finish his words, a group of passers-by and reporters surrounded him.

They bombarded the company with questions like "I heard that you advocated for the parachuting of a president for Goshawk Company", "According to surveys, there are still many people who hate magical girls, so why are you pushing for a rights bill?" and "Can you reveal the details of the trial just now?"

Snapped!

Someone hit the car door with a hard object and scratched the paint. Seeing this, Miller quickly reached out to protect his wife's head. After looking around, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The attack on the senator in front of the state courthouse in broad daylight and the fact that the bailiffs turned a blind eye dissuaded him from retreating.

Miller watched helplessly as several people in the crowd were holding knives tightly, pushing each other and leaning against the car door, unable to open it. The situation was desperate. "Fuck, are you going to cause Caesar's death?"

Suddenly, several figures flew out from the crowd and rolled in front of the bailiffs, with knives and guns on their bodies rolling down.

The incredible scene stunned everyone.

The female secretary slowly pulled back her feet and pushed up her sunglasses, pointing in the distance, "They tried to assassinate the senator, and caught him red-handed. The trial will begin now, and the case will be handled quickly and severely."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he exposed his complete lack of judicial knowledge. However, everyone seemed to be driven to disperse by an inexplicable pressure. The bailiff who had just shown disdain for the senator handcuffed the suspect while trembling with fear. As for the attempted assassin, he simply straightened his body and foamed at the mouth and fainted. At this moment, there was a strange atmosphere lingering in front of the state house, and several sharp mental scans came over.

Miller got into the back seat calmly as if nothing had happened and said, "Madam, please get in and drive at full speed. We have no destination, so let's run as fast as we can."

"okay."

The secretary rubbed his face and changed his expression. Then he opened the car door, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The engine roared like a beast.

Her driving style is as unrestrained as if she were used to driving an armored vehicle. She shuttles freely in the busy streets of Los Angeles, making the scenery stretch like a streamline.

The bulletproof Cadillac with a larger chassis sped away. From the rearview mirror, I saw several cars speeding up to catch up with me, but unfortunately they were left far behind after only a few minutes. This is not a movie. If you lack extraordinary reaction and dynamic vision, it is tantamount to suicide to cross the traffic quickly.

The couple in the back seat fastened their seatbelts the whole time but were still bouncing up and down and shaking their heads. They were both glad that they didn't eat too much breakfast.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after the car slowed down.

Julia, sensing the discomfort, tightly held her husband's hand. In comparison, Miller was relatively calm and said quietly, "Sir, as my savior, why don't you introduce yourself?"

"Mr. Senator, it's not safe yet. Don't you have any place you can trust?"

The female secretary glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car, but unfortunately her sunglasses blocked her view.

"I can't go to the state government, but my private office is a safe house and my bodyguards are trustworthy. Slow down, I'll tell you how to get there..."

Whoosh!

There was a whistling sound of breaking through the air, and a rocket hit the bulletproof car, causing a fireball to rise.

Because the Cadillac modified car happened to drive into a relatively empty city park at this moment, the assassins fired a rocket without hesitation, regardless of whether the rocket was fired or not, it would explode first. As the loud bang rose, the surrounding civilians scattered.

Four off-road Hummers blocked the dilapidated wreckage, and the people who got off were wearing bulletproof vests and holding M4s, covering each other as they moved forward.

Bang!

The burning and twisted car door fell to the grass, and there was no one inside.

The assassins looked at each other in bewilderment. Although their expressions could not be seen due to the masks and goggles, they could sense their confusion. Why was the car that was confirmed to be occupied just a moment ago now an empty shell? There was a possibility of a car being swapped. Seeing this, the leader dialed the intercom, while his subordinates carefully checked the wreckage and withdrew the Hummer.

Before leaving, the captain looked up at the sky for some unknown reason. At that moment, the sunny sky in Los Angeles was covered by a huge cloud, and he seemed to be able to hear someone shouting.

In the end, he didn't care and just drove away.

Above the clouds.

A giant golden dragon was hovering in the sky, carrying Miller and Julia on its broad back, who kept shouting and yelling.

How does it feel to be flying without any protection? There is no sense of security except for holding onto the scales. The world is spinning and the world is moving. I am like a broken plastic bag. The weightlessness in the sky is not over yet. Having to rely on such a huge creature will inevitably arouse the primitive fear in people's hearts. The majestic creatures that are tens of meters tall make ordinary creatures bow down to them. It is a blessing to be able to maintain consciousness.

Jin Yulu hid in the clouds and looked down at the ground. She felt relieved only after confirming that there were no more attacks.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly just now, otherwise there might be casualties. She had to ensure the safety of everyone and act secretly. This time, Mu Jin's mission was very challenging.

But I won't let her down.

"How are you doing? Can you move?"

"Don't worry, it should work." Miller smiled faintly. "You actually sent Ms. King Flower as a bodyguard. Your Excellency Hyacinthus really thinks highly of me."

Her identification code name is Golden Dragon Emperor. As one of the first few active magical girls, she is well-known. Moreover, she is the most recognizable. Looking around the world, who doesn't know the golden dragon stretching across the sky?

The length of each appearance is different and unclear, but its strength is absolutely unfathomable and comparable to an army.

The magical girl Protea should be a core member of the Salvation Cult. Based on her psychological profile, she comes from a military background, acts decisively, and has a relatively harmonious attitude towards the authorities.

Miller figured it all out in a flash. It seemed that he had followed his daughter's advice and had reaped the rewards. It was a close call. If he hadn't had such a strong man to protect him today, he would have been dead. What would happen to Elsa if he and his wife died?

Damn mercenaries!

At this moment, Miller's anger overcame his fear of heights.

"The senior senator of the most economically developed state is not simple. The cult is happy to make friends, and we will have many opportunities for cooperation in the future. And your daughter should be related to magical girls, right? In addition, I won't delve too deeply into it now, because her information is dangerous, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, the couple's faces darkened. Although they had expected it, they were still surprised.

They knew their daughter's abilities well, but they didn't expect that the mysterious protection would be uncovered. It seemed that the other party understood the mechanism of Elsa's magic, and was indeed a prophet.

"Let's get down to business. Given the current situation, what are you going to do? In fact, I don't rule out the possibility of the Holy Relic taking action."

"I'm not going to the safe house." Miller said firmly with a piercing look in his eyes. "I believe in your strength, and I'm even more unwilling to give up the golden opportunity brought to me by the combined efforts of the mercenaries and the cult. I should go to the state government, but I want to hear your opinion, Julia."

"I also believe in the Salvation Church. It is indeed time for them to show their faces in front of the media. Just to tell our daughter not to worry too much and just mind her own business."

"So you two have decided?"

The couple nodded.

"What courage!" Jin Yulu suddenly swooped down and flew through the clouds towards the state government.

They headed to Sacramento, named after a Spanish island. It borders Oregon to the north and Mexico to the south. It is one of the best places in the world to live, with plenty of sunshine and rain, a developed economy, and is adjacent to the Pacific Ocean, which carries a lot of international trade. In terms of financial size alone, California is the sixth largest economy. Compared to Los Angeles, which is already on alert, this place seems much quieter.

Jin Yulu found a remote corner outside the city to land, rented a car and drove to her destination as usual. The whole journey went smoothly.

Having said that, it was obvious that the couple in the back seat were nervous. It would not be easy for ordinary people to go through all this, but the fact that they could withstand the pressure and still act rationally proved their reliability. It seemed that this trip was not in vain.

Two hours later, the State Govt.

The senator who arrived at the door slowly caused shock as soon as he appeared. During this period, assassination cases were reported everywhere, but you ran here in a blink of an eye and were unharmed?

Miller rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch, then said, "Ladies and gentlemen, do you have time to organize a press conference? I swear in the name of God that the assassin who trampled on the dignity of the United States will pay a heavy price."

"Senator, your wife and the secretary, please come in. We are waiting."

As expected, he happened to meet the group of reporters surrounding the state government. In an instant, the sound of shutter clicks and flashes of light filled the air, attracting everyone's attention.

The timing was perfect, and this was intentional on Miller's part.

To be honest, the speed of hitchhiking in the air is faster than imagined. There was even news that he rented a car and took a detour to deliberately delay the trip. Being well versed in marketing, he knew that it would be best to create reversals, crises, and returns, dressing himself up as a victim and adding a halo of serving the country and the people, which was perfect.

The facts proved to be true. The reporters who witnessed the senator's miraculous survival were more excited than he himself. It was indisputable, and it was scheduled to make headlines across the United States and even attracted worldwide attention.

Miller turned around and looked at his wife and bodyguard. They smiled and nodded. At this moment, his blood was boiling and he was full of strength.

The man, who looked exhausted and even had his hair messed up, changed his usual public image, took off his coat and untied his tie, and went up to the podium in full view of everyone without trying to hide the black stains on his expensive suit.

However, he remained silent for a long time.

It was not until people were almost exhausted that he spoke, "Everyone, to be honest, I almost went to see God just now."