The Wall-Riding Lords, who had voted in favor earlier, fell silent.

The old-fashioned lords who had voted in favor earlier looked ugly, as if they had lost their money.

Today's vote is by secret ballot, because Zangowell wants to give them a way out, so to speak, a way out.

Some people feel that they are not on the road to life, but to death.

It is true that no matter what the outcome of today's meeting is, those who have fallen to the new faction will never be able to turn back, and the old faction will be greatly damaged.

However, the person who can force His Majesty the King to suspend the meeting and leave the table, the person who can defeat the mixed warship, how much energy he has, one can imagine.

It is enough to have him in Henrietta's camp, as long as the core members are safe, those lords with two hearts, whether they are there or not, do not make much sense.

Moreover, Tucenna has just made its choice.

He was the patriarch of the Wall-Riding faction, and his status in the country was similar to that of Tripati, and his defection was bound to affect those Wall-Rider lords who abstained from voting.

Because after today, there will be no more wall-riding factions in the United Kingdom of Turanks, only a military alliance between His Majesty's new faction and the Henrietta-Don side.

"Hmph, the vote is over, and there is no point in such a battle of words." Tramon stared at Melol's face and said in a calm tone.

In fact, his gaze was not calm at all, with murderous intent, undisguised killing intent.

It was his uncle, his own uncle, but no one doubted that if the conditions were right, he would not hesitate to pierce Melore in the chest with his sword, just as Servis did to his brother.

He called that kind of behavior "martial arts."

Henrietta frowned and said in the same tone, "ZangoWill won't do this, because ......"

The corners of the old man's mouth were raised high, and the wrinkles were crowded with mockery, and then he said three words. "He didn't dare!"

Taryn frowned.

The princes of Zanggowell's generation frowned.

Trammon frowned.

Edwina frowned.

Li Yun frowned.

Servis frowned.

Robinson frowned.

Arudiba frowned.

Finney frowned.

The last three words of His Excellency the Lord Regent were spoken so loudly that many people frowned.

Arnacy dropped the cup, and it was loud because there was no carpet in the corner.

Tucena was laughing.

Melol was laughing.

Gilcott was laughing.

"You owe me a resource star."

The smile on Gilcott's face turned into a dry smile, very dry, because the sentence was addressed to him.

Even if it's a little dry. He was still smiling.

The only person who neither frowned nor smiled was Reeves, and there was no expression on his face, like a piece of air-dried dead wood.

………………

While the cynicism in the hall filled the room like waves of the sea, in a large conference room at the end of the cloister outside the side door, Praise Will and Trist, and a strange man stood in front of a huge monitor on the north wall, staring at a man's face.

The weirdo's facial features are very uncoordinated, and his left eye is large. The right eye is small, especially when staring at a fixed thing, which makes people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

Only close ministers like Trist and Taryn knew him, His Majesty's most trusted advisor, Mr. J.

He has no name, only a code name.

That's what ZangoWill called him, and that's what Trist called him.

The Home Secretary had always believed that the "J" in "Mr. J" was an abbreviation of a surname, but by chance, it dawned on him that it might have another meaning. For example, there is a "J" in the playing card, which is also written.

Mr. J rarely appears. Sometimes he didn't see anyone for a year, but today, His Majesty summoned him to the conference room to face the young man on the monitor.

Yes, he had a yellow face and eyes as black as the abyss.

His name is Tang Fang. One of the protagonists of the Joint Council, although he was not present, no one could ignore his presence.

Now, he has come to brush his sense of existence, and brush his unique sense of presence in a way that makes people speechless and helpless.

Because of him. His Majesty had to leave the meeting room in the middle of the meeting and come to this conference room in a very shameless manner.

If Mr. J's face is covered with a layer of frost, then His Majesty's face is covered with ice.

Captain Tang just replayed a video material for him, which was very unpleasant, which was a supplement to a passage in Sulbacho's speech broadcast by the official media of "Aradel" just now.

It includes detailed information on living modification and genetic recombination experiments carried out by the hidden sub-organization of the Armed Forces of God in the "Rurzan" scientific research institute, research logs, and the content stored in the mind of the clone leader who colluded with Kurobakino to assassinate Congreve using the blood-colored parasite to assassinate Congreve.

If it were an ordinary person, it would naturally be impossible to get testimony from the cloned population, but for an information connector such as "Neural Parasite-Infected Worm-Planetary Command Center-Tang Fang", it is a very simple thing to extract mental memories and transcribe them into audio-visual materials.

The first time he saw something like this, Trist had to go to the venue and invite Praise Will for not just because it was too appalling.

According to Captain Don, His Majesty must have been very interested in these contents.

His Majesty proved to be interested in them and did not hesitate to suspend the joint council for this purpose.

Trist didn't know why, could it be that the things on it were related to His Majesty?

He looked at Mr. J beside him and saw that the incongruous eyes were narrowed tightly, like a cat locking on its prey.

Could it be that Mr. J knows something?

Yes, Trist does not know these things, and even less what the relationship of His Majesty the King with the Supreme Council is.

Tang Fang did not say that it was God's armed forces, and he naturally regarded the institution that used human beings for experiments as a pawn planted by the Supreme Security Council in "Aradel" according to Surbacho's account.

"Trist, you go down first, remember to close the door." ZangoWill commanded, his tone calm.

Such words fell on Trist's heart, but it was not calm at all, but set off a raging wave.

This shows that there are some things that His Majesty does not want him to know, and indirectly proves that His Majesty really has something to do with the Supreme Security Council.

He could not imagine the negative impact of being informed that His Majesty the King was involved in such a criminal organization as the Supreme Council...... I'm afraid that the entire Shihrenbuir region will boil over this.

"...... over there"

"I'll talk about everything when I get back."

"Yes."

Trist exited the door. Despite the many puzzles and shocks in my heart. But he knew exactly what he had to do.

The door slowly closed, and Zang Ge Wei looked at Tang Fang's back and said, "You want to let me go with this thing?" Not enough! ”

There was no greeting, no politeness, the first time the two formally met, the first conversation, was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Hmm. If that's all there is, it's certainly not enough. ”

Tang Fang nodded honestly: "Fortunately, there are many things like this. ”

"Your Majesty, do you want to go and have a meal before coming back? Well, I can wait for you...... Otherwise, the ministers and lords will complain that you are unkind. ”

Zangowell narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "I hope your so-called 'thing' is as powerful as your mouth." ”

Captain Tang on the screen touched his mouth and said with a smile: "Please believe." In the face of His Majesty the King, I have been careful enough. ”

Zangowell tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and looked coldly at his three-point playful and seven-point serious face.

"Sure enough, people who engage in politics are boring." Speaking of this, the yellow-faced kid on the big screen paused, and then shouted to the left in an almost roaring voice: "Freya, how many times have I told you that the battery is for use." It's not to suck, they're not jelly. It's not sucking ice. ”

Captain Tang left the camera, and then there was a sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping.

After a few breaths, his somewhat gloomy face returned to the center of the screen, and he said apologetically: "Sorry, the child is not sensible, let His Majesty see and laugh." ”

Zangowill's fists were clenched tightly. It's really tight, and the joints are slightly whitish.

The saber at his waist was also shaking, just like he was feeling right now.

Whether the kid did it on purpose or not, he didn't know.

He knew one thing, if it wasn't a screen, he wouldn't hesitate to draw his sword. Split the man in front of him in half.

He is Zanggowell, King of the United Kingdom of Turanks, and in any way does not deserve such treatment.

Perhaps because he knew that he was wrong, Captain Tang's face quickly disappeared and was replaced by another video.

A heavy shuttle flies from south to north to a snow-covered polar island, with a modified capsule at the bottom of the cabin.

He watched it go into the shaft, as it docked into the hangar, as the prisoners boarded the train and into an underground facility.

He also saw many petri dishes containing human bodies, test benches with organs and sections, all kinds of medical equipment, a certain part of the mutated clones, identical faces, guards with guns, and expressionless researchers.

The picture changes.

Flames of war spread across the floors, explosions erupted in the distance, and shattered glass and dust flew into the sky.

The spear-shaped arms pierced the prisoner's chest.

The tentacled arms rolled up the human body, pinching them up and turning them into a cloud of spurting bright red rotten flesh.

The arms that had been reduced to spray spears squeezed out countless spore clusters that exploded on the surface of the target's body, corroding into a thick pool of blood.

……

These images fully illustrate what cruelty and cruelty are.

It's realistic, it's bloody.

The screen fades out, the screen dims, and a line of characters flashes in the center, titled "Project Tinder".

The cursor paused for a moment, replaced by shocking phrase after phrase.

Mr. J's eyes, one large and one small, sometimes widened and sometimes narrowed, and the white shirt without tie bulged and fell, and puffed up and fell.

The ups and downs don't stem from the chest, but something unknown.

After the content of the "Tinder Project" is over, it is the fragmented information collected from the "Gypsyle" civil and official media, combined with some government documents and call records, to connect all kinds of clues together, and a complete chain of evidence can be pieced together.

Such evidence is enough to guillotine the governor of "Gypsyls" Krivana and pay the due price for his atrocities against humanity. Similarly, Tramon, as the master of the Sibsaia star system, could not escape the blame for poor supervision.

You must know that Tramon is the younger brother of His Majesty the King and the most relied on close minister, is such a crime implicated in His Majesty?

There is no direct evidence that Zanggowell was involved in this matter, and it does not mean that his face will look good.

As a matter of fact. His Majesty's face is hard to see, and if it was cold ice before, then now, it should be described as "black ice".

He pursed his lips and did not say anything, a glimmer of purple on his unbright lips.

Mr. J was equally silent. It's just that there are some changes in the eyes of one big and one small ones—very strange changes.

The small eye on the left becomes pitch black, unable to distinguish the eyeball from the white, and the pupil of the large eye on the right is shrunk and then filled with blood red, and the cobweb-like blood streaks radiate to the white of the eye.

It gave him an evil taste, as if he had a ghost.

Tramont once reported to Zangowell what happened to "Gypsyll", but unfortunately there was no living mouth left at the scene, and it is not known who did that.

Now, His Majesty finally knows who is responsible for it.

Originally. When he was about to calculate Captain Tang, the other party had already preemptively dealt with him.

He has a shadow of him in the affairs of the sub-organization of the Divine Armed Forces in the "Rourzan" scientific research institute, and the affairs of the "Gypsyl" scientific research base are also in his hands, but I am afraid that Captain Tang already has a lot of information about the Divine Armed Forces in his hands.

Although these things were not enough to pose a threat, they still made him impetuous, and he had a sense of crisis.

This is not the end, but only part of the stage material, when the final scene appears in front of us. Whether it's His Majesty the King, or Mr. J. They all showed panicked expressions.

Such a sight appeared on the face of His Majesty, perhaps more expensive than his priceless smile.

The appearance of the Void Ripper made it difficult for him to keep his composure, and the phagosome samples, clone samples, biochemical modulator samples, and Terro's face were like a sharp knife into His Majesty's heart.

All along, he mistakenly believed that Terro's refusal to contact him since the Tang side captured "Georgia" was for the purpose of hiding himself. Fearing that telecommunication would reveal the location of the Void Ripper.

Now it seems that it is not at all what he thinks.

The reason why Terro did not contact him was not because he did not dare, but because he couldn't.

The Void Ripper had fallen into the hands of Captain Tang, and the kid was now smiling and telling him something. He didn't think the "Void Ripper" sounded good, so he renamed it "Block Angel." ”

At the same time, on behalf of all the crew of the "Morning Star", he thanked the new flagship presented by the Armed Forces of God.

The blood red of Mr. J's right eye became more intense, his body trembled violently, and his heart made a throbbing sound.

The atmosphere of the scene is even more weird, the big and the small, one red and one black eyes make him look like he is possessed by a ghost, and now with the thunderous heartbeat, if it is placed in broad daylight, I am afraid it will frighten many people.

There is no broad daylight here, and Zangowell is no ordinary person.

"Aren't you shocked?" Tang Fang's face finally showed some sarcasm.

Zangowell's face slowly calmed down, as natural as a piece of solid ice melting into water.

"What do you want to say?"

He did not answer Tang Fang's words, with the wisdom of His Majesty the King, he naturally would not fall for such superficial deception.

Whether it's the "Void Ripper" or Terro's face, it can't say anything, it's a matter of God's armament, and it has nothing to do with him.

Captain Tang would not get any desired advice from him.

Mr. J is the same, even if the face is badly deformed, more like a devil than a human.

The ridicule on Tang Fang's face came like a shower, went like a spring breeze, and was replaced by a kind and bright smile in the blink of an eye.

"I don't have to take it so seriously at all, I'm just sharing the fun things with His Majesty, and then I just ask casually and make small talk."

If Zang Gowei's face is a piece of ice that will not melt when thrown into the oil pot, Captain Tang's face is a green leaf that blows in the twilight, and as soon as the wind blows, it flies and flies to the ridges, flies to the flower meadows, and changes different colors and different landscapes.

"Small talk?" Hymn Will scoffed: "First, my time is precious, and second, I am not friends with you, not before, not now, and not in the future." ”

"Don't say it so absolutely." Tang Fang showed a look of rejection, loss and grievance: "Because you are Your Majesty the King, I have tried to speak to you in a more approachable and humble manner, although this is a bit funny, but please don't doubt my sincerity." ”

"If you're just going to entertain me, I've got important things to attend to now." Zango Will was ready to leave, and as he said, he had more important things to do.

In fact, there is another reason in his heart, but it is inconvenient to say.

He was a little scared.

The kid on the screen gave him a very dangerous feeling.

Such an emotion is very unreasonable, and His Majesty the King would be afraid of a young man with a milky smell? I'm afraid that this kind of talk will make people laugh out of their big teeth.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, just like the other party's self-deprecation, the frivolous and naïve Captain Tang is very much like a grandiose clown in front of His Majesty the Steady and Mature King.

But...... Only when you really face him and see the eyes that eliminate the killing machine, the sharpness, and the cold eyes that are as deep as the starry sky, will you understand how superficial those superficial impressions are.

People who are extremely stupid think he is a tease.

In Zanggowell's view, he is more like a cunning and insidious hunter, constantly paying attention to the changes in his surroundings and looking for the best time to shoot the arrow of hunting.

Unfortunately, his goal is himself.

"Nerve-wracking." Tang Fang smiled bitterly and shook his head, and the screen changed and was replaced by another face.

Terro's old, pale face appeared in front of the two.

"Impossible!" It was Mr. J who spoke.

It was the first time he had spoken, and his voice was not hoarse, but crisp, low and low, mixed with a slight metallic timbre. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the reward from the bed first.

Thank you for the hymn to destruction, the anecdotal river valley, the spider crab, fate XX, the prosperity has ended, the dream in the book is realized, FJN233, W? H? T, the great obscene bright, the reward of several book friends of the magician.

Thanks to wai1888, Moon Wing, Deng Mao, Loneliness, Sky Voyage Week, Emperor Tank, for some reason, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, the praise of the god-like Dante.