"What do you mean, I am Sirol!"
Sirol took two steps back.
"An order is an order. I only obey the orders of the federal government and the head of the Medici family. So now I need to arrest you, please don't resist. If you are really Sirol, I won't do anything to you." Angelou Si said.
Sirol took two more steps back, and a gust of night wind blew up, making his back feel cold.
The other party said it beautifully, but who knows how he will be treated after being caught, especially at this critical moment.
The moment Angelus drew his sword against him, he thought of a possibility. There was no accident at all from beginning to end, but Angelus' superiors gave him the order to kill Sirol. He was so kind that he even thought about the reason for his death. They chose this time to kill, and they even wanted to monopolize the Eastern goods, and then passed the problem to Sirol.
In fact, Sirol's boss, the Director of Investigation, also gave him a secret order when he sent him here.
"Kill the person picking up the car on the other side and don't let those things fall into that person's hands."
Sirol knew that there were different factions behind several major departments of the federal government. After they had argued in the parliament hall all day, they were still fighting openly and secretly in private.
This time, the person who gave the order to the Investigation Bureau was the financial backer behind them, the head of the Stewart family.
This was an unauthorized gang fight. Both sides wanted to monopolize Eastern goods, but the other side was one step faster.
Sirol knew that if he drew his sword at this moment, the other party would kill him without hesitation. He had known Angelus for so many years and knew what he was like.
"I said Ange, we have known each other for so many years, can we talk?" Sirol said.
Angelus didn't answer, he just stared at him, the sword and blunderbuss in his hands not moving away from him for a moment.
"Let me tell you straight, you were lied to."
Sirol decided to take a gamble.
"This order was given by your family, right? The order asked you to kill the other pick-up person and seize the goods in the car. To be honest, I also received the same order. At first, I thought it was simply You can go home after killing the guy on the other side. It wasn't until I saw that the person coming to pick up the car was you. Then I suddenly realized that something was strange. Think about it, though. You are one of the three major families, but behind the federation are the immortals from the Agreement Bureau. They will not let anyone try to get their hands on their things, whether it is Stewart or Medici."
"My eldest brother is the head of the family. I only trust him. All orders he gives are correct. Even if death is waiting for me."
Angelus replied unmoved.
"Brother, you are wrong. This may not completely affect your life or death. Saying this only shows that you do not understand your family at all. Think about it, how much gold transactions the Federation takes over every day, and How much credit is there for the mortgage? Your eldest brother alone cannot manage it, and as long as those old people are still alive, they will not let their power be delegated to others who cannot be trusted. Or they want to join forces with your eldest brother to get rid of it from the beginning. Get rid of you. Or," Ciro paused, "Your eldest brother is not trusted by them either, and they want to take this opportunity to replace a family agent."
Although Angelus still looked at Cyrol coldly, Sirol still saw the brows of this cold-faced young man twitching at that moment.
He found a breakthrough.
"Look, we still have something to talk about." Sirol showed a confident smile.
But Angelus frowned.
"I don't believe what you said."
"You don't have to trust me, like you did in the past, brother. But you don't have to put yourself in danger here, do you?"
After listening to his words, Angelus tapped the hilt of his sword with his index finger.
He is thinking! Sirol resisted the smile that was about to appear on his face. He was one of the few people who knew Angelus well. Most people just think of him as a dangerous person or a cognitively defective giant baby. But Sirol knew that he actually had wisdom comparable to that of his peers, but he didn't usually show it actively.
Only those with intelligence can trade, or they can cheat.
"If we fail to complete our family mission, both you and I will be in danger. So I have a proposal, a proposal that will not put both our families in danger and allow us to get the goods."
"What proposal?"
"Are you interested? Good. I think we should check the goods first. Because it is related to whether the plan can be implemented correctly."
Sirol was just about to step into the truck, but the sword immediately came close to his neck, making him retreat quickly in fright.
"Brother, nothing will progress if you do this."
Angelus thought for a moment and then spoke.
"I can agree to your proposal, but you have to walk in front and not be more than one meter away from me."
Sirol knew that Angelus was a genius in swordsmanship. No matter whether he was attacking first or secondhand, there was no way he could defeat him in swordsmanship within a range of one meter. This is his bottom line, or the conceit of genius.
"I don't care." Sirol shrugged and said, "I said, this is a plan for us all to survive. In exchange for your minimum trust, I can temporarily put my life in your hands. I hope you can return it to me intact later."
After saying that, Sirol walked in front, and Angelus followed a few steps behind. The sword still stood behind Sirol. Angelus could cut off Sirol's head in half a second with just a flick of his finger.
The black cars start. Angelus had been exposed to the biting cold wind for half an hour, but he still felt the cold the moment the door opened.
"Gee, solid-state condensation system. They actually used a complete set of circulating cooling devices here. What a luxury. The value of the goods here once again refreshed my understanding. Maybe there is no need for goods, just this car can do it Make a lot of money."
Sirol said jokingly.
"You can't sell this car for money. All its parts are made of military technology, and every corner is printed with federal military insignia. As long as someone dares to buy or sell this thing on the black market, whether it is a buyer or a seller, the federal government will All have the right to be brought before a federal court-martial, and no lawyer dares to stand up to defend him. Only hundreds of years in prison await him, and most of them will be in prison before completing their long sentences. He died inexplicably."
Angelus explained to Sirol seriously.
"I wish their prisons had video game consoles and a daily burger. I'll be honest, I feel sick if I don't eat a burger every day."
Sirol smiled and continued to talk about the train.
One after another, they quickly passed through the power compartment at the front of the car and entered the cargo compartment.
As soon as they entered, the two of them were stunned at the same time.
The cargo compartment of the "No. 06" truck is so large that it can even transport a military vehicle directly. It was used for military transportation during the Hundred Years' War. But now Nuoda's carriage is crowded with large and small black coffins. The coffins are connected to metal cables and pipes. Light cyan liquid is continuously poured into the coffins and then drawn out from the other side. The front of the coffin is a glass panel, which is covered with water mist, hiding the contents in the coffin. Cyrol approached the coffin and wiped off the water droplets on the glass panel with his hand. His eyes widened in an instant.
Under the glass is the face of a young man. He closed his eyes tightly and fell into a deep sleep.
"I take that back, it's really weird."
Sirol originally thought that the power of gods from the east was some kind of holy object or book, but he didn't expect that those old guys would steal people back directly from the east. But it makes sense if you think about it carefully. Since Easterners are descendants of gods, it is easier than anything else to just bring people back and use them as guinea pigs for research. It's no wonder that an up-changing circulation cooling system is used. This thing is not cooling the cabin, but cooling the cargo inside.
But looking at the numbers on the dashboard, Sirol felt a chill running down his back.
The cooling system was set at minus thirty-seven degrees. At this temperature, the people in the coffin should be frozen into popsicles. But they kept moving their eyelids, and the muscles in their mouths occasionally twitched. It was REM, and every one of them was still alive, just dreaming.
Damn it, is this still a human being? Lying naked in an environment of minus 37 degrees Celsius, dreaming and sleeping?
Sirol felt that he should take back what he said not long ago. He originally thought that Westerners had gained the power of technology and would be invincible against Easterners who were like primitive humans. But only now did he realize that he was facing a real monster. Maybe even guns and cannons would be ineffective against them.
Suddenly, Sirol seemed to see the war a hundred years ago. In the vast wilderness, hundreds of Easterners armed with refined scimitars faced thousands of Western soldiers. With one against a hundred, they are invincible. They were as ferocious as monsters, and each of them was stained with the blood of hundreds of Westerners. I saw the monster touching the blood on his face with his hand and showing a terrifying smile.
Damn it if you can win that kind of war! Sirol thought.
"Okay, now you've seen the goods. Tell me about your proposal?"
Angelus cold voice woke him up, and he quickly trembled and took two steps back, trying to stay away from the monster in the coffin, but then he was blocked by the tip of Angelus sword.
"Brother, aren't you surprised when you see these things? These are living orientals, or... living monsters!" Sirol exclaimed with his eyes widened.
But Angelus was still so cold, and his eyes were slowly filled with murderous intent.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute. I understand what you mean, please don't be angry. Let me talk about the proposal. You have also seen that there are so many goods here, so it doesn't matter if you lose one or two pieces, right?"
"Do you think they don't have a list of the goods from the Agreement Bureau?"
"Of course I don't think they are so rash. But what if something happens that even having a list is useless?"
"you mean?"
"You have also seen it," Sirol looked around the room, "This is an ancient train, and there are many signs of rush work in many places. In this case, it must be reasonable that it would have an accident, right?"
Angelus narrowed his eyes and watched how Sirol was going to compile his "accident".
"My script is like this. First we arrived on time, but then we found that the truck did not enter the station as planned. Then we searched along the road and found that it derailed a few hundred meters away. We entered the scene and found the cargo , and brought it back to the Agreement Bureau. It's a pity that a few pieces of goods were lost, but it was an accident after all, wasn't it?
Sirol smiles confidently, he is very good at making up lies, and has always been so. The situation when he first met Angelus as a student was a trap for him. He used Angelus and the big family behind him to get himself out of misery. The only thing that didn't count was that Angelus would kill the upperclassman on the other side.
"The Protocol Bureau got their goods. Both Stewart and Medici got the secret cargo without violating the Protocol Bureau. Isn't that a perfect plan?"
Angelus thought for a moment and nodded.
"It's not bad. But you take the riskier side. This is my biggest concession as a classmate. You have to know that I could have killed you with one knife."
Sirol thought for a moment and agreed to the conditions.
After a little discussion, it was decided that Sirol would be responsible for driving the train a hundred meters away to arrange the accident scene. The two men hid their private goods together, then destroyed the train line and pretended to be an accident. Of course this matter was done by Sirol. He enjoyed being a coolie and even caught a mouse and threw it into a pile of cables until it was roasted and used as a scapegoat.
"Then we will unload these two items for private collection?" Sirol pointed to the two largest coffins in the room.
"no problem."
The two of them walked to the engine in the room and unlocked the switch with the keys they each got. During the unlocking period, the system will be shut down for ten minutes as a check time. They used this time to cause an accident.
There was a click, and the yellow light came on in the carriage.
At the moment when the system shut down and the room went dark, Sirol was shocked to realize that Angelus, who had been behind him, was missing. He quickly looked back, but Angelus was nowhere to be found.
His sixth sense told him something was wrong. But before he could escape, a sword pierced his chest.
"Ahem...is this?"
This sword looks familiar.
"The power sword you hid."
A voice came out from the shadows on the side, it was the man with a cold face.
"Are you surprised?" Angelus had a sly smile on his face that Sirol had never seen before. "I know that you actually came here earlier than me and hid this steam core-driven power sword in At the station. Then you pretended to be late and greeted me as if nothing happened. You knew from the beginning that the other person picking up the car was me, right? So you knew you couldn't kill me with swordsmanship, so you wanted to take advantage of this blind spot. Use the power sword to cut me off with my sword when you fight with me, or like I am doing now, sneak up on me and kill me with one blow."
Sirol eyes widened.
"To be honest, if you can put forward a better proposal and don't plan to attack me, I can let you go. But your plan is too crude. Even if the train has an accident, the Agreement Bureau will not let us go. Secondly, , I discovered that the hidden power sword was missing in the station, so you must have murderous intentions. "
Sirol retreated while coughing up blood, but his lungs were punctured and it was difficult for air to enter the blood. He felt that his body was gradually dying, and his eyes were getting darker.
"As a gift before you die, let me tell you one thing. You are indeed right about two things. First, the elders of the Medici family have indeed become more and more prejudiced against their eldest brother in recent times. The reason is that the eldest brother has taken all the family affairs into his hands and started to get rid of him. Secondly, I am not stupid. You know it from the beginning. You mean when?"
Sirol eyes slowly widened. He couldn't believe that a mocking smile could appear on the face of that cold and emotionless man.
"Could it be that...from the beginning..."
"That's right, the 'Angelus' you knew from the time we met in high school is not the real me." Angelus smiled and played with the sword in his hand, "You know? Living in a big family is very dangerous. Yes, I am actually smarter and more talented than him. But I like him very much and don't want to compete with him for power. So when I was young, my elder brother suggested that I pretend to be crazy and stupid. Be the first to know the truth."
Sirol finally lost his strength and fell to the ground.
"As a last-minute gift, are you satisfied with this gift? Classmate Sirol." Angelus said with a smile.
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"Hey, is it brother?"
Angelus answered the phone outside the station.
"This is Cesar. Since you called Angelus, it means..."
"already solved."
"Well done." A cheerful voice of congratulations came from the other side of the phone.
"Brother, now you can get rid of those old things."
"Not yet, it's not time yet." The other end of the phone calmed down, "Although it is tempting to kill those guys before they realize that we have surrendered to the Agreement Bureau, but he is not a fuel-efficient lamp after all. You know How powerful is the Medici family in the Federation? Even if we get rid of the old man, it will only cause a bloody storm. "
This was one thing Sirol had not calculated. From the beginning, Angelus had been faithfully carrying out the orders of Patriarch Medici, and only the orders of Patriarch Medici. Angelus, along with the patriarch, betrayed the Medici family behind them and colluded with the Bureau of Accord.
In his plan, he needed a scapegoat from the very beginning. The people in the Agreement Bureau were very happy that Sirol could stand up and become the scapegoat.
But now, Angelus was not satisfied with the answer from Patriarch Medici.
"But, brother, you know, I just want revenge and want to return to the house where we are the only family. I don't care what happens to those old people and the Medici family. I can help you with this. Kill any enemy, or even turn into a cold-blooded demon to deceive everyone for eighteen years." Angelus said coldly, "Brother, do you still remember the agreement that day?"
"Angelus, of course I remember. Those people owe us, and I will make them pay back one day." The other end of the phone said fiercely.
"Okay, then everything is as my brother wished. The goods will pass through the three major families tonight and be delivered directly to the Agreement Bureau."
Although he said so, Angelus was very disappointed.
Brother, you completely forgot that you said such insincere words. Has it been that you have held power and money for so long that you have forgotten your oath? You still missed a word, brother. We will destroy everything, including the people who have hurt us and the families behind them.
If one day you become part of that family, then I will kill you too. Angelus said in his heart.
At this moment, the bell hidden in the ancient station suddenly rang, and scarlet warning light covered the old station, turning it into a blood-like fortress.
Angelus was shocked to realize that something was wrong. A third party other than him and Sirol had set foot on this land.