Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1252: Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

On the projection curtain wall, the scene was first dark, then lit up by a light. The light illuminated the cloakroom, and a woman could be seen walking in. She looked everywhere, as if she was looking for something. In the end, she faced the camera and stretched out her hand. The scene froze at this moment. Alan crossed his chest with both hands and looked at the woman in the camera. He walked back and forth twice and suddenly threw the remote control in his hand onto the curtain wall.

The remote crashed into pieces.

"Windsor Belo, you're actually touching this place!" Alan walked out of the bedroom and shouted, "Celia! Get over here right now."

When the security chief of the presidential residence ran into the bedroom with a panicked expression, Alan pulled his collar and pulled it to the front of the curtain wall. He pointed at Windsor Belo and shouted, "What do you, the security chief, do for food? You don't even know when someone comes to the door." Get out of the apartment immediately. No, the surveillance cameras on all the streets around here. Check to see if there are any suspicious people out today. I want to know where they come from and where they're going. Get lost. "

Not long after, the security director brought over a tablet brain, on which a video was being opened. He handed the brain to Alan and said, "We called one of the surveillance cameras three blocks away. I suspect these people are the logistics ladies of the infiltrators."

Alan clicked on the video. From the video, he could see a city building maintenance flying car parked not far from the road. Then, a few people got off from it. "I've contacted the URA. They don't have any maintenance tasks for the neighborhood today. But the car is theirs, but it was reported missing a few days ago. Sir, should we inform the Intelligence Service so they can get more information?" Said the security chief.

"No need." Alan waved his hand and said, "All of you, go out. I'm tired."

After they left, Alan stood by the window and looked at the night view of Babylon. "I wasn't going to do it yet. You forced me to do it, Windsor Belo."

The next day, Capullo met Alan in the White House Office of the President. The latter was reviewing the documents when he heard the sound of footsteps. He put down the documents and greeted them personally, "Marshal Capulo, it's great that you can come here personally."

"Since Mr. President has something urgent to do with me, no matter how busy I am, I have to let go of my work." Capulo smiled.

The new office secretary brought coffee for the two, and Capullo took a sip and said, "You changed secretaries?"

"Yes, Adaline resigned and went home."

"Oh." Capullo did not pursue the matter further and changed the subject. "Then, what does Mr. President need from me this time?"

"It's a very serious matter. I don't think anyone is qualified for this job except you, Marshal."

"What's so serious? Could it be to deal with Light Concealment Society?"

Alan shook his head and said, "No, it's much more serious than that. I found some clues about the recent attack on the interstellar line."

"What, you have an inside story?"

"I'm afraid so." Alan sighed, "For the time being, it's not convenient for me to publicize this information because of confidentiality. However, this information and clues point to one thing, or one person."

"I suspect Windsor Belo is colluding with the people of Nelm. She deliberately betrayed frontline intelligence to the people of Nelm, resulting in the destruction of three bases. As for the specific situation, I'm afraid we need to confront Marshal Greed before we can figure it out."

Capullo raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Mr. President, this accusation is very serious. Are you sure that the attack on the interstellar line was related to Windsor Belo?"

"Right now, I'm only suspicious, so I need to call Windsor Belo back. But you know, Marshal Greed may not sell the bill just by my orders."

Capulet rolled his eyes and smiled, "So I have to take this old bones and bring that girl back. Is that so?"

'"That's right. Of course I want to recall the Marshal in the gentlest way possible. But if she does appear in the Federation, if she resists, only Marshal Capulo will be able to suppress her. The future of the Federation is at stake. I hope that the Marshal will not refuse."

Capulo nodded. "I see. Prepare. I will personally go to the interstellar front tomorrow."

Alan smiled. "That's great. Please tell Windsor Belo. I absolutely trust her, but it would be better if she clarified these matters to the members of Congress herself."

"You're right, Mr. President." Capulo stood up and said, "Then I'll go back and prepare."

"I'll see you off."

After sending Capulo away, Alan returned to the table and whispered, "Lions and wolves, what will happen in the end? I'm looking forward to it."

After leaving the White House, Capullo drove back to the Golden Lion's barracks headquarters in Babylon. Walking into the office, he sneered. When the young adjutant who had joined Capullo in the battle against the Doomsday Landlord last time saw him, he smiled and asked, "Marshal, did Mr. President give you another problem?"

"It's not just a problem. I'm simply uneasy and kind." Capullo waved his hand. "You go out first. I need to discuss something with Weather alone."

The adjutant in charge of Capullo's assistance while on Earth left knowingly.

After passing through the interstellar connection, another old subordinate, Weather, who was far away in the Garden of Eden, appeared in the picture. Seeing Capulet, Weather coughed softly and said, "Looks like Marshal is in a bad mood."

"Good to see you, Weather." Capullo crossed his hands and propped up his chin. "Our president is getting more and more extraordinary," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"The chess piece we placed next to him has been removed." "Since the attack at the last speech, the relationship between the Federation and the nobles has been so bad that it can't be worse," Capullo said in a low voice. "According to Morbit's method, he is determined to completely split up with the nobles. This is definitely not a good thing, so I intend to use the method once and for all."

He made a slight cut in the throat.

Weather's eyelids twitched on the other side of the screen.

"Unfortunately, I don't know if Adaline made a mistake or if Mobius was too alert. The assassination attempt ended in failure, and today, Mobius asked me to do one more thing." Capullo sneered, "He actually suspects Windsor Belo of colluding with the people of Nelm and wants me to personally go to the frontlines and call that little girl back."

"How is this possible?" Weather cried out.

"That's right. Although that little girl is greedy and willful, she still has some principles. I won't believe that she did such a thing. I would rather believe that Mobius colluded with the people of Nelm than that Windsor Belo would do such a thing. The President is scheming differently."

"He wants to start a war between the Golden Lion and Sirius?"

"It should be like this. Is this revenge for not supporting him?" Capullo shook his head. "Anyway, I have to go to the interstellar front. I can't just go like this. Send me a message to Sirius to tell Windsor Belo about this and get her ready."

"Yes, I'll do it immediately."

After the communication ended, Capullo looked out of the window and looked in the direction of the White House. "What are you planning to do, Mobie? Don't you think the Federation isn't messy enough?"

In the morning, people could already see Roddy's busy figure in the study of the castle. In that small study, there seemed to be something that could never be done. Unless the young Patriarch had something to do, you could often find him in the study. Today was no exception. Just as the chef in the castle was preparing breakfast, Roddy was already buried in the small mountain of documents in the study.

When he heard the knock on the door, he shouted, "Come in," and said, "Mr. Helsing, put your breakfast aside. I'll eat it when I'm done."

It was not Helsing's old voice that sounded, but another, a woman's voice, "Although hard work is a good thing, there's no way you can do it without filling your stomach. Besides, there's no end to it, that's what I've always said to Mirren."

Roddy raised her head in the pile of documents. It turned out to be Windsor Belo. She shrugged and said, "Unfortunately, I don't have any breakfast delivery here. You can't eat even if you want to."

Roddy laughed and stood up, "I'm relieved to see you."

"What? Are you worried that I'll be caught?"

"No, I'm even more worried that you might accidentally kill Mobie."

Windsor Belo rolled her eyes and said, "If killing a Mobbit could solve the problem, believe me, I would have done it long ago."

"You're in a good mood. Looks like you got something yesterday."

"I did get something, but after reading it, I'm not happy at all." Windsor Belo took out a palm-sized mini brain and tossed it to Roddy. "Take a look, these are the things I copied from Mobit's messaging console yesterday. It's just a small portion, and more time is needed to decipher the password."

Roddy casually flipped through some files, and the more he looked at them, the uglier his expression became.

"I believe you can tell that those are the contact information between the president and Light Concealment Society. We haven't found any evidence of his contact with the people of Nelm yet, but it proves that the president is indeed a chess piece nurtured by Light Concealment Society. However, according to the later information, he and Light Concealment Society have fallen out and seem to want to set up their own business." Windsor Belo sighed, "I've long felt that his style is a little similar to Mobbit's, but there are still some differences in essence. Indeed, he has deleted these messages. However, he should be an outsider of electronic messages. Only by deleting them less thoroughly will I be able to recover some of them."

Roddy put down his brain and said with a gloomy face, "Then what are you going to do with it?"

"I don't know. I only know that the Federation would be in a mess if this information were to be published. But if it wasn't, could it be that a fake president would be pointing fingers at us? I'm in a dilemma, Mr. Roddy."

Roddy stood up and circled around anxiously, "We definitely can't let a puppet from Light Concealment Society take over power, but if it were to be announced, the old party would definitely push their candidate out immediately." According to our previous observations, it is clear that Capullo was behind the plot. That old Marshal was probably looking for a military dictatorship. Once the Old Party gets the upper hand, it will also become a mess. "

"The final thing is to get rid of this puppet president and then put the real Mobbit on the stage. This way, the undetected impact should be minimized. But the problem is that Mobbit may have been killed by Light Concealment Society."

Holding her head, Windsor Belo said, "I'm not good at this kind of thing. I'm dying."

Roddy smiled and said, "If Marshal trusts me, give me this information. I will secretly meet with the heads of the other big families and discuss how to deal with this matter."

"Of course I believe you. Otherwise, I wouldn't let you see these things." Windsor Belo nodded. "Well, as you said, I'll leave them to you. When my men find out, I'll have them send the secret to you."

At this time, a small communicator rang in her pocket. It was to make it easier for Mirren to get in touch with her. Seeing the communicator rang, Windsor Belo's expression became nervous. Something important must have happened, otherwise Mirren wouldn't have contacted her casually.

She took out her communicator and directly connected to Mirren's communication without avoiding suspicion. "You must come back immediately, Marshal," Mirren's voice rang out from within. "Just as General Weather informed him, the President gave Marshal Capullo an order to go to the Star Line to recall you, as if it was related to an attack on three of the Star Line's bases."

Windsor Belo was stunned and asked, "This is what Weather told you in private. When did your relationship get so good?"

"No, Marshal Capulo asked General Weather to forward this message on his behalf. Marshal Capulo thinks it is necessary for you to know in advance."

"Capulo would be so kind?" Although she didn't believe him, she had no choice but to pay attention to Mirren's information. She glanced at Roddy and said, "Looks like I have to get back to the line. Otherwise, Capullo won't be able to finish."

Roddy said in a deep voice, "Be careful."

Windsor Belo said "yes" and left in a hurry.

Roddy sighed and sat back at his desk. "Father, if only you were here. This place is a mess."

Opening his eyes, he saw a strange pointed ceiling, giving him a tall and narrow sense of space. It took Alan two seconds to remember that he was at an alien hotel in Agares, not at a base on the interstellar front. Almost none of the rooms in Lim's hotel were identical. Alan chose this room. The room was round in shape, but the roof was a pointed vault. This made the windows in the surroundings wide and indescribably strange.

But the bed was comfortable. He turned around and saw that Laura was sleeping with her back to him. Her long black hair hung like silk on the bed in his hand. He was using one as a pillow for Laura, and his palm could still feel the astonishing elasticity and smoothness of Laura's chest. He smiled, but the smile quickly disappeared. Alan looked at the woman on the bed, but he remembered another girl.

Lucy.

I wonder how that girl is now? Will she ever think of herself again? Will she still be sad?

Thinking of Lucy, her thoughts surged out of control like a flood that broke a levee. At this moment, Laura moved. She turned around and opened her eyes. She saw Alan staring at the ceiling in a daze. Laura pulled his face over and smiled, "What are you thinking?"

Alan smiled and didn't answer.

Laura was not stupid, and seeing a trace of sorrow flash through his eyes, she leaned against his chest and asked softly, "Are you thinking about Lucy?"

Alan kissed her on the forehead. "Sorry, I shouldn't have thought of other girls when I had you by my side."

Laura smiled and propped herself up with her hands. She looked down at Alan and said, "I should have been angry, but I'm glad you said that. And it's normal for you to miss Lucy. After all, I miss her too. Don't worry, we'll see each other again. I've always believed that."

Alan nodded.

Laura crawled onto him, her hair hanging down. Looking at the bad smile on her face, Alan narrowed his eyes and said, "What do you want?"

"I want to punish you. Although I'm not angry, I still want to punish you. You know, women are very stingy." She sat upright for a moment and collapsed, but then relaxed. Then her body slowly shook, and both she and Allen gradually became hot.

It was like two blazing fires.

Alan smiled. "Anyone would be happy to accept your punishment, unless he's not a man."

"But my punishment is only for you." She sped up.

After climbing to the peak of happiness, Laura fell asleep again. Ellen was in good spirits. He took a bath in the bathroom in the suite. As soon as he walked out, he heard a voice in his mind saying, "Your Highness, the molten well has been built. Perhaps you can take a look."

It was Mitinus. Alan was very curious that he could have a direct conversation with him at the soul level. Mitinus seemed to know what he was thinking. "Don't forget, I was born from your blood. It's not strange that I can communicate with you spiritually," he said.

Alan replied in his mind, "Alright, I'll be right at the mine."

He put on his strange Baltic armor again and put on Red King. She kissed Laura on the cheek and left the room.

By the time they arrived at the mine, the men guarding it had been replaced by Hubble from Belmord. Alan simply brought the people of Gatu into the mine. As soon as he entered the mine, Alan could feel the surging aura of energy. Mitinus was already waiting respectfully at the side when he saw the two of them leading them into one of the mines one by one. The depths of the mine had already been cleared of an open space, and there were a few glittering molten wells on it.

Minus, the Abyss Flame avatar known as the builder, is constantly throwing primary ores of green glazed crystals into the melt pit. "The melt pit automatically decomposes the green glazed ore, extracts the energy from it, and stores it for use in the production of combat units," explains Minus. Your Highness, I can start building an army now, but with my current energy reserves, I can only produce low-level combat units. Can you tell me the information about our enemy so that I can plan the disposition of the combat units?

"Actually, I don't know much about it. I only know that it's probably a thousand man army. As for the other side's soldiers, I honestly don't think they have a clear division of arms. They're probably just desperate people," Ellen said.

A flash of fire flashed through Mitinasna's twin crystal eyes. "Then, I'll treat him as a mixed force …"

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