When Lothar 11 reappeared in front of Jason, it was already ten minutes later.

The eleventh heir to the 'Lothar family' was completely replaced in a white suit, wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt at the moment, and then his hair changed to his original appearance with a large back.

Together, there is also that harmless temperament.

Jason stared at the dangerously unmistakable Lothar11 with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Is it really the fear imprinted in the bones, and then, can it be imitated to a very high degree?

Man is a contradictory creature.

There are some terrible scenes that you want to forget, but they will be firmly remembered.

Not only the scene itself, but even the memory and even the personality of the whole person.

Is the Lothar 11 in front of you a similar person?

Jason guessed.

Lothar 11 didn't think so much, the eleventh heir in line to the 'Lothar family' opened the 'door' and walked into Jason's room.

"Young Master Lothar 11?"

Beard and Pelce's faces changed.

"I have something to say to Jason."

"Can you give me a separate space?"

Lothar11 said with a smile at the two of them.

Faced with such a request, Beard and Pelce did so despite fearing for the safety of Lothar 11.

Rosroe and Karen didn't have the slightest worry.

Rosroe doesn't think Jason will hurt Lothar 11.

As for Karon?

It's completely putting Jason's personality cult above everything else.

Soon, the four people in the hallway left the 'Abusive Apartment', and Pelce deliberately turned off all surveillance.

Call!

Lothar 11 let out a long breath.

Then, the eleventh heir to the 'Lothar family' collapsed directly on Jason's couch.

"Scared the hell out of me."

"I thought it was going to be over."

"It's a good thing that my eldest brother is so famous that he scared Sender 3 away."

Lothar11 leaned her neck back on the couch, her whole body relaxed in an extremely stretched position, her mouth mumbling as if she were explaining to Jason.

Jason didn't answer, picked up a PDA, and began to order.

Facing the silent Jason, Lothar 11 continued.

"I don't have any dreams."

"I am the heir of a waste wood, relying on the resources of the family to live a prosperous life, and then after more than ten years, I will honestly be a seeder and marry the woman arranged by the family, and have a lot of children, at least 11 starts, because I am Lothar 11."

"Then, when my sons can be on my own and my daughters are married, I will start to live my own retirement life, which is allowed by the family, and I can have freedom within a certain range, such as drinking, bubble bars, and occasionally jumping into a wild Di or something, no one will take care of me, just like that, after a few decades, I can die and be buried in the family cemetery."

"Of course, it's a marginal position, a waste wood like me is not qualified to enter the core position, and my future wife is the same, who can marry me, a waste wood, is likely to be the same person as me, and our tombs should be next to each other, after all, husband and wife have been together for so many years, and this last dignity still has to be there, even if we are alive, there is a high probability that we will play our own games, but in the end we still have to be together, and there will be the word 'love' engraved on our tombstones - this is probably the only epitaph we can write."

"Although, it's fake."

"But ......"

"I don't hate this kind of life!"

"That's what I want!"

"Why should it be broken!"

Lothar 11 became emotional as he spoke.

Then, Jason heard sobs.

That's right!

It's just sobbing!

Turning his head, Jason saw Lothar 11's body twitching and wiping tears.

Although tears blurred the other's eyes, Jason still saw the horror in Lothar11's eyes.

Sure enough, you've noticed something wrong, too!

Jason thought silently.

Everything that just happened seemed to be such a coincidence, and Jason would not believe it if no one had arranged it.

And the most doubtful, of course, is Lothar 11.

But did a person who was so frightened that he peed his pants and wept bitterly really arranged such a thing?

Jason took it with a grain of salt.

At the same time, the suspicion of the other guy is skyrocketing.

Even, to some extent, the other party is more suspicious.

After all, from the very beginning, this is all the other party's 'layout'!

The 'mastermind behind the scenes' who orchestrated the death of Sender 9 and caused the entire 'Game Mansion' riot!

Although the other party's final plan did not succeed, who stipulated that the other party had no follow-up plan?

At the very least, Jason can be sure that what the other party wants is definitely not the 'Game Mansion Riot' that people see now!

Although, in the eyes of everyone, this is already serious.

But don't forget one thing!

Donna!

The representative and agent of the 'Hera family' in Area F!

On the other party's body, there is a residual smell of 'food'!

It was exactly the same as the 'food' residue from the uninvited guest who first broke into his place.

And when he appears on the top floor of the 'Game Building', Donna is dead.

Would a person who was involved in a key part of the 'Behind the Scenes' plan die so easily?

Or will it be worthless to die?

As for the infighting that caused Witters and Rodney at that time?

There is no need at all.

There are too many means to be able to do this, and there is no need for the death of such a representative of the 'Hera family' as Donna.

To put it simply, it's not worth it.

The investment and return are completely disproportionate.

Therefore, in Jason's speculation, there is only one possibility left: the golden cicada is out of its shell!

Later, Jason collected some information about the other party, which also proved that the other party seemed to be prepared.

Two years ago, he suddenly brought on the veil, and said that it was a skin disease, although most people recognized this, but in Jason's opinion, it was when the other party's plan began.

After planning for two years, and even diving into the 'game mansion', how could it end so simply.

Sneak into!

With the collection of Donna's information, Jason has a certain certainty that Donna is most likely the 'behind-the-scenes layout'.

Of course, whether this Donna is the real Donna or not, Jason can't tell.

But, he hoped.

Otherwise, he'll be in even more trouble.

Imagine how powerful the ability of a person to learn and imitate would be if he suddenly replaced another person without being discovered.

Moreover, the person who was replaced was not a small person, but a semi-'public figure' with a hundred families on his back.

This is not just explained by the strong ability to learn and imitate.

The other party must have an extremely secretive and powerful team around them.

What's more, the other party must have mastered some kind of secret art!

Or......

Rite!

Jason's mind unconsciously had this in mind.

Then he was to ask Lothar11.

Jason wanted to know more.

And the Lothar 11 in front of him is a good exchange partner.

Is there anything more appropriate than communicating with someone who knows the whole story?

Naturally, this communicator is still a smart person.

However, just as Jason was about to speak, Lothar 11 raised his head and looked at Jason with teary eyes.

"Lothar1 knows that I am pretending to be him, and he will not let me go."

"Let's run!"

"We have looted the wealth of the 'Game Building' in Area F and run to those 'wastelands', with Jason's force, with the words of Beard, Rosrow, Pelce, and Garron, we will definitely be able to do it easily!"

Lothar 11 looked at Jason pleadingly and expectantly.

Jason frowned.

Things didn't seem to be what he had imagined.

Lothar 11 doesn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.

Just afraid of your brother?

"Jason, you don't know how terrible that guy is!"

"If he found out about this time, I would definitely be skinned, and...... In my previous life, I would be deceived by that guy, and he hated being deceived. ”

"So, when I get skinned, I must be smeared with honey and thrown into an ant's nest."

As Lothar11 spoke, she once again burst into tears of fear.

Watching a big man cry, Jason remained silent again.

He really didn't know what to say.

So, he raised his hand and added another grilled lamb chop on the palm computer (note: put more cumin, put more spicy).

The leg of lamb is crispy and tender.

Lamb chops are fat and thin.

Two foods that come from the same creature, but with completely different tastes, really made Jason feel the magic of creation.

After crying for a few minutes, Lothar 11, who heard the sound of chewing, raised his head again.

Looking at Jason, who was holding a leg of mutton and chewing heavily, he was stunned for a while, and his crying involuntarily stopped.

"Jason, now isn't the time to eat!"

"We're going to talk about an escape plan!"

Lothar 11 said to Jason with a sad face.

"It's late."

Jason replied without looking up.

Late?

Lothar 11 blinked, and then the eleventh heir of the 'Lothar family', who lived on waste wood, thought of something, and immediately ran outside like crazy.

Jason glanced at the other party's back and shook his head slightly.

He wasn't just bluffing Lothar11.

It's really late!

When Sender 3 walks out of here, everything is doomed.

However, it has nothing to do with him that no one else will.

Even, to a certain extent, everything the other party has done is extremely beneficial to him.

Muddy waters, it's good to fish.

Not to mention, now he still has a roast leg of lamb in his hand.

Roast leg of lamb, isn't it fragrant?

Or is the lamb chops served after a while not delicious enough?

Just wait.

……

Sender 3 returned to his car with a pale face.

Pitfall!

Everything is a trap!

Leave!

Get out now!

Otherwise, your life will be lost!

With such thoughts in his mind, Sender3 said directly to his secretary.

"Eder, go to the family's shelter in Sector F!"

The middle-aged secretary was stunned, but immediately arranged it.

When the hovercar began to drive rapidly, and there were no pursuers in the 'game building', Sender 3 was slightly relieved.

"Young Master, what's going on?"

The middle-aged secretary couldn't help but ask.

"We've been tricked."

"The target of Lothar 11 is not Sender 8 at all!"

"It's me!"

Sender 3 quickly recounted everything that had just happened.

Suddenly, the middle-aged secretary was shocked.

Even, with a hint of overwhelm.

Are the 'Lothars' all insane?

Father is like that.

The eldest brother is like that.

Even the old man who has been disguised as a waste wood is like this.

He actually did a one-man design of the 'Sender family', the 'Gibson family', the 'Hera family', and the 'Emel family'!

Doesn't he know the consequences?

Lunatic!

Really crazy!

I couldn't help it, and the middle-aged secretary only had this evaluation left in his mind.

And Sender 3, who faced Lothar 11 in disguise, was still gasping for breath at this time.

"It's so similar!!"

"Eder, you know what?"

"When Lothar 11 came out, I thought I was going to face that horrible guy from Lothar 1."

Sender 3 adjusts his breathing.

He wanted to calm down.

However, it is useless.

His mind was always filled with the cold, crazy gaze of Lothar11.

It's like ice and fire.

But more like an explosion!

Blast your enemies to pieces.

also blew himself to pieces.

"Lothar 1!"

Sender3 muttered under his breath.

At this time, the middle-aged secretary, who has always been calm, plays an important role.

He used his handheld computer to inform the family of everything that happened here, and at the same time, began to mobilize the family's hidden forces in Area F, so that they could come and protect Sender 3.

"Just wait for time, wait until the family's support arrives, and you will be safe!"

Edel said.

Sender3 nodded.

However, the third heir to the 'Sender family' was not relieved until he saw the refuge belonging to the 'Sender family'.

From the outside, it looks like a nondescript six-story building.

But among them are 'shelters' that are thousands of kilometers underground.

Not only is the material abundant, but the defense is amazing.

As soon as you get into it, even in the face of a salvo from a medium battleship, it is enough to resist three times.

Moreover, the resident hundred-man squad is also well-equipped and has three combat vehicles.

Of course, with the strength of the 'Sender family', this is nothing, and if you want to make a real arrangement, it is easy to increase the defense force by a hundred times, but it is not hidden enough.

The 'refuge' is hidden enough to be the first thing.

But Sender 3 doesn't care so much.

Along the way, hovercars have long been exposed here.

And at this moment, when the hovering car stopped, Sender 3 jumped out of the car and walked inside.

Eder followed.

The doorway was a computer-controlled door, and when Sender 3 put his palm up, the mechanical sound rang out.

Bite!

"Certified!"

"Welcome, Master Sende 3!"

After the mechanical sound, the iron door opens.

Sender 3 couldn't wait to walk inside.

Behind him, the iron door slowly closed.

Click!

With the sound of metal crashing, Sender 3's footsteps kept sprang up.

Only when he arrives in the true 'refuge' can he let his guard down.

Therefore, he did not want to stay for a moment.

But as he walked, his footsteps stopped.

A familiar, faint smell wafted into the nose.

The smell of blood!

Sender 3's face changed, and he turned around and ran.

But, it's too late!

The man who had been waiting for a long time rushed out of the shadows, and his figure swept past Sender3 and the other party's secretary.

Sender 3 fell to the ground.

A large hole was broken in the chest.

The living heart is long gone.

However, Sender 3 did not die, he first looked down at his dissected chest, then at the man who shot it, and finally, his eyes on the woman who was slowly approaching in the distance.

He recognized this woman.

Be...... Donna!

Donna who should have died!

In an instant, Sender 3 thought a lot.

"This, this ......"

Bang!

He struggled to say something, but was interrupted by a shot from Donna.

Sender 3, who was shot in the eyebrows, is completely dead.

And at this time, Sender 3's mobile phone rang.

Jingle bells!

Looking at the 'Lothar 11' marked on the caller prompt, the corners of Donna's mouth curled.

Then, she coughed lightly twice before picking up the phone.

Without waiting for Lothar11 to speak, she said in a sweet, with a palpable admiration—

"Young master, it's all solved!"