"At present, Second Lieutenant Su is in General Persephone's private hospital, and he can only confirm that he is still alive, and the rest of the situation is not clear. The general's private affiliation is not something that can be probed at will. But I heard something else, that General Persephone had been in trouble with her finances lately, and that the Parliament Bank had rejected her request for a loan. ”

Messages flashed across the screen, corroborating Peperos' words.

Medirri let go of her right hand, moved her already blue fingers slightly, and asked, "How much more do we have?" ”

Peperos quickly flipped through the computer: "Wait for me to check, it was ten days ago that the last fund arrived......

"Whatever there is, give it to Persephone, right now!" Medirli interrupted, then slowly stood up and walked towards the church door.

"But......" Peperos was taken aback, and said after Medirri, "except for Zhong Zaiguan, the salaries of the others have not yet been paid!" ”

"Keep them hungry." Medirri's answer was always succinct.

Peperos didn't know how to respond for a while, when she heard another command that made her mind completely blank: "Those who don't want to starve, can go to the ghost street to be ducks." ”

The doors of the church opened on their own in front of Medirri, and the terrible sound of sirens instantly resounded over Judgment Town, and hundreds of searchlights lit up at the same time, illuminating Judgment Town as if it were daylight. Countless figures came out of every corner, running back and forth at the fastest speed they could achieve in their lives, doing their part. The order came so suddenly, everyone was almost crazy with the heavy pressure to complete the specified action within the time limit, and even the breath had to be calculated, but fortunately, the action plan was ready-made, accurate to the addition of every gallon of gasoline and the twisting of every screw, and everyone only had to do their part desperately.

Medirli didn't say a word, and moved forward at a constant speed. Two male attendants on the left and right rushed forward, holding half-cleaned armor gloves and bringing them to Medirli's side. She stretched out her hand, and Ruxue's hand had already penetrated into the fierce and hideous glove, and the fingers covered with pieces of armor moved a few times, only to hear a click, and the gloves were already connected to the armor.

The glove-giving waiter quickly retreated, and four more waiters rushed with their giant swords, handing the 'Prison Killing' into Medirri's hands. It was just such a short journey, and the four young and strong men were already tired and sweating. The blade of the Hell Sword is actually divided into three sections, connected by two oval sections in the middle. At the core of the elliptical component is a huge blood-colored crystal, surrounded by a circle of inscriptions of unknown significance. At this time, the Killing Crystal was filled with a thick blood qi, not as clear and blue as when it was first restored, and it was as clear and transparent as the ocean of the old era.

Medirli dragged the Murder Prison and was close to Judgment Town a few steps away. The savage and frantic roar of the engines sounded on both sides of the town, and the smoke and dust rose loudly, and the two wheeled main combat vehicles rushed out of the smoke and dust at a near-suicidal speed, and each made a sharp turn when they approached the collision, and the nearly fifty-ton body made a dangerous drifting movement on the ground, and when it stopped, the two vehicles were just parked side by side, and the distance between them was no more than fifty centimeters. The driver's skill is evident in the ability to maneuver the main vehicle as if it were a small car, even though this is a new-era main combat vehicle, and its maneuverability is by no means comparable to that of the old era.

Medirri sprang to her feet, dragging the heaviest heal of the Prison through the air, landing on the roofs of two chariots, one on each foot. As soon as she stepped on it, the tires of the main combat vehicle fell into the ground a few centimeters.

Brush Brush Brush! The four headlights in front of the main battle vehicle were turned on at the same time, and eight pillars of light pierced through the darkness and illuminated the road ahead.

"Go to Ralvin Forest Manor." Medirli commanded.

The chariots trembled and roared, the engines had reached their maximum afterburner, and they drove slowly, faster and faster. The eight arbitrators were divided into four off-road vehicles and chased after the chariot carrying Medirri.

As the long pale gray hair that fluttered in the wind almost completely disappeared into the darkness, the engine roared again in Judgment Town, and Peperos rode a dark motorcycle in hot pursuit of the convoy.

It was already late at night, but the Dark Dragoon Headquarters had not yet fully slept. However, the rooms with lights on, mainly on the sixth and seventh floors.

A crack opened in the heavy door of Persephone's office, and out came a middle-aged man in his forties, a neat suit, and a shrewd and capable appearance, he bowed very elegantly, shook hands with Persephone in the door, and said in a warm and affectionate tone: "Dear General Persephone, my conditions should be said to be very favorable, I hope you can seriously consider it!" All you need to do is say a word, and my connections and resources will do my best to serve you! ”

He spoke with great sincerity, but his hand was clasped at Persephone's hand, which was nothing respectful. And his very well-cut trousers bulged slightly in the center, apparently thinking of something very disrespectful to Persephone. Although he bowed slightly, cleverly concealing his physiological changes, every Dark Dragoon in this building was an expert in combat skills, and he could detect these anomalies just by using his senses.

Persephone still maintained a subtle and elegant smile on her face, as if she was unconscious, and as if she did not take the middle-aged man's rudeness to heart at all, and sent him away with a smile. The assistant who was watching from the side, but his handsome face was a little blue, and he stared at the middle-aged man's back viciously, ignoring even the most basic etiquette.

Sitting behind her desk, Persephone took a wet towel and slowly wiped her right hand. Her eyebrows were wrinkled together, looking preoccupied. The middle-aged man is already the eighth group of people she received today to talk about borrowing, they seem to see the predicament that Persephone is facing now, and the terms of the loan proposed are very loose in terms of repayment and interest, but without exception they are all related to Persephone herself, the most implicit is to ask for a relationship, and the most direct is to directly offer how much a night is. Being able to save a general's financial crisis shows that these people are people with very powerful backgrounds, even in the past, Persephone, who has the Arthur family in the back, will only slap him twice at most, and hit him with a blue nose and swollen face, and he can't really kill people.

But now, she has lost the right to slap her. She looked up at the old-fashioned wall clock on the wall, the dark hands pointing to the nine o'clock position. In another hour, it will be time for Su's injection. She involuntarily rubbed the corners of her eyes, feeling like she was going to crack with a headache. She tapped on the table, and on a display that rose, the long list of crimson numbers was shocking.

A few days earlier, Fabregas Sr. had filed a motion in the Parliament's Appropriations Committee to temporarily freeze Persephone's ability to borrow money in the future, given that her overdraft situation had exceeded the authority of the Major General. In the appropriations committee, the Fabregas family already had a large number of votes, and all three families abstained, so the motion was passed. Between a lone general and an ancient and large family, most sane people know how to choose.

Another minute passed...... Persephone read silently in her heart. Counting the necessary preparation time before the injection, she didn't actually have an hour, but only a short twenty-five minutes. But with the long deficit and all her credit accounts frozen, what else could she do to pay? The eight people who have come today are actually all the people she can find who can afford to lend to her. People who have more money and resources are not absent, but they are simply unrealistic. Borrowing money from these eight people and satisfying their additional conditions is at most a physical sacrifice for a period of time, and if you ask those people for help, the price will be a catastrophe.

Another minute passed.

Persephone had a headache that felt like it was about to explode. She only returned to Dragon City in the early hours of this morning, and she was already alone for thousands of miles, seven days and seven nights without sleep, and completed six tasks in a row. After returning to Dragon City, she just freshened up a little and rushed to the office to receive a wave of borrowers who had already been contacted. It was as if they had secretly agreed that none of them did not have a physical presence in their terms. Or perhaps there is no other conspiracy behind this convergence, but it is just an undisguised manifestation of the inferior nature of the male in this era that originates from hormones.

Persephone sat quietly, a fierce fire burning in her heart, but suppressed and not bursting out. She called up the task list and scanned it roughly, and found that the tasks with high danger and corresponding remuneration and contribution showed that they had been taken over, and the rest were only those small tasks that were trivial and time-consuming, and of course, there was no risk. Is this a coincidence, or is it deliberate?

She clenched her pencil tightly, and a gust of wind erupted in the office! However, the wind gradually stopped again, and she leaned heavily on the back of the chair, and sighed softly, and her heart gradually became cold.

If the Arthur family's resources can be mobilized, how can this meagre amount be a problem? Although the amount of her debt is a little larger, it is not so big that the credibility of the Dark Dragoon General cannot be guaranteed. But most of her own private property was mortgaged to the Parliament, which according to the rules could not be used at all. It was at this time that money flowed out like water opening the floodgates, but there was no new source to inject it, which made her completely fall into a liquidity crisis.

But...... She couldn't help but think of the younger brother who was still a little immature, who stubbornly insisted on his dreams, and he had her favorite purity, so she had always taken great care of him. But now, doesn't he know his situation? Persephone didn't believe that he would have heard of it when he took over the Sea Emperor's Trident. That force had poured too much effort into her, and had an independent and efficient intelligence system, not much worse than the Inquisition under Medirli's control.

But...... Can he just watch himself become the plaything of those men? Perhaps, can hatred really change a person completely?

Persephone silently took a glass of liquor from her desk and drank it down, the fiery liquor burning her body along the way.

Sue, it's all for that Sue! Maybe hand him over to Medirri, and the current dilemma will be over.

The office door opened suddenly, and the handsome assistant walked in by himself, still in a respectful tone, and said, "General, Dr. Connor has just sent a message, and he says that he has not received payment for the medicine so far. He reminds you that H2101 activation takes some time and you have up to ten minutes to pay. ”

"I see, let's get out." Persephone replied in a calm voice, her gaze resting on the remaining liquor in her glass.

The assistant did not listen to her orders this time, but walked around behind her desk, looked at her with a very presumptuous gaze, and his tone began to become ambiguous: "General, you shouldn't be able to raise this money before the time limit arrives, right?" However, my family and I are more than willing to help you, as long as you promise me a small, insignificant condition......"

Before Persephone could answer, he couldn't hold back anymore and threw himself at her. One hand grabbed her breasts, the other grabbed her long hair, and the green tendons on the back of her hands bulged, which could be seen to be very hard. He loves violence, he loves to ravage, he likes to beat those weak flowers into the mud like a storm. He had endured it for a few years, and he had waited long enough to finally have such an opportunity. He and his family are indeed far inferior to the three wealthy families in terms of power and resources, and they can't be compared with those people who come to the door in an endless stream today, but he is young, handsome, and full of body, and what kind of men are there today? The youngest are over forty! He has always believed that a beautiful face and a young body can be worth the huge gap in wealth and power, otherwise, why would Persephone, who has always been high, pay so much for Sue?

Sure enough, Persephone seemed to hesitate, but sat on the chair and did not move. In ecstasy, he hugged her firmly, opened his mouth and bit down. Yes, it was the bite, and he had fantasized about biting her delicate face to the blood countless times. Anyway, the medical technology of the Dark Dragoon is developed enough that it won't leave any scars.

When the teeth were closed, they were not smooth and supple to the touch, but as hard as steel and an unimaginably sharp pain. The male assistant screamed involuntarily, and only then did he realize that he was holding the chair that turned out to be Persephone, and the part of his face that he thought was her face was actually the hard back of the chair. His teeth were falling out, but there wasn't even a single tooth mark on the back of his chair.

Persephone stood against her desk, her pencil dancing nimbly between her fingers. She looked at the assistant who had been by her side for several years, and said lightly: "I'm a person who will give people a second chance, you go out, just now as if it didn't happen." But remember, if I really want to sell, I'm sure there will be enough people waiting in line, and the price will never be affordable for your family. Don't do stupid things in the future, I don't like stupid. ”

The male assistant covered his bleeding mouth, and with a hidden panic and resentment, he left Persephone's office as fast as he could.

She sat behind her desk, looking at Sue's photos on the screen, and the raging anger and huge sense of humiliation in her heart could no longer be suppressed. Since when did those ants and maggots dare to bully her?! This qiē is all for this man, is it worth it!?

For the first time in these days, she was thinking about it. In the past, she was in a hurry to make money and pay without thinking, until today's mountains and rivers are exhausted.

Is it worth it? She looked at the man in the photo with an old-fashioned sniper rifle on his back, walking on a road with no source and no end. She found that she didn't know when her heart seemed to be less cold and hard.

"These bastards! I'm in a hurry, I can do anything! Persephone's eyes shot a raging fire, and she cursed all those involved in this matter viciously in her heart, while turning on the computer, she thought in her heart how to enter the Ralvin Forest Manor, where Fabregas's family was entrenched, in front of all the Fabregas, cut the old Fabregas into several pieces, and then die with his people.

It's not just for Sue, it's more than half for the humiliation she has suffered. Persephone once again swore in her heart that she would never become a man's vassal and plaything like Bloody Mary. As old Fabregas said, this shame can only be washed away with blood!

Her fingers flashed rapidly, and all kinds of pictures fell on the computer screen in front of her like rain, and it only took her half a minute to find that Josh. General Morgan's account is still active. Without thinking, Persephone easily hacked into his account in just ten seconds. Then there were a lot more options on the screen in front of her that she didn't have before.

Persephone's ten fingers danced flexibly, and the interface used by the Dark Dragoon's military expenses jumped out in an instant, and then a military expense that had been approved by Guò and was in a state of pending distribution was repurposed, all pointing to Persephone's account.

On the seventh floor, the old man was holding a cup of carefully brewed coffee and was looking at the N958 base on the screen in front of him serenely. The base has been cleaned, and the third floor has been rearranged by Sue and Persephone, adding a lot of warm life. He looked at each item with great interest, tasted it, and admired it. This has become his regular relaxation program.

The old man had just taken a sip of coffee, when suddenly a red warning sign lit up in the corner of the screen, and then the screen was all occupied by the command window that jumped out of the command window one after another. Looking at the picture of the wind blowing and falling leaves, the old man almost didn't have to think about it to know that it must be Persephone's handiwork. Seeing the misappropriation of military funds, the old man's face could not help but become more and more strange, he knew that Persephone had recently fallen into financial crisis, but in his opinion, the situation was far from bad enough to need to be misappropriated. And what made him a little speechless was that if he just wanted money, just in this building, Persephone obviously had two other choices, why did he have to find himself? You know, she's in the office tonight, and she must know that.

In the eyes of the old man, the embezzled military funds are like a black cauldron, blatantly deducted from his head. Although Persephone must have done this intentionally, of course, he can't help her this time, bear this black cauldron, of course, the interest on the loan can't be low, but there should always be a limit, right? Seeing that the constantly beating number began to accumulate to a number that made him sweat a little, the old man was dumbfounded, wondering if he was really old enough to be bullied by the little girl like this.

At this time, the office door opened, and the female assistant with a frosty face and a hot body leaned in and asked, "Are you mobilizing military spending?" ”

She couldn't help but be a little worried when she saw that the old man's face was not very good-looking.

The old man looked at the rapidly growing numbers in front of him, and he had gone from admiring Persephone's audacity to being shocked by her madness. Hearing the female assistant ask, he smiled reluctantly and said, "I have some plans to adjust the plan, you can go out." ”

Although the female assistant had doubts in her heart, this was a secret that she could not speak, so she still withdrew from the door.

In a minute, just a minute, Persephone had gathered together all the money she could reach with her paws, and with a single tap, it would be transferred to her designated account, and tomorrow, most of the Dark Dragoon's institutions would find their functions paralyzed by various arrears.

At this time, she still hesitated.

Suddenly, there was a soft ding, and on the screen next to Persephone, the number showing the financial deficit was shrinking rapidly, and the balance in her account began to increase after making up the minimum payment limit. By the time the pleasing green numbers stopped beating, Persephone, though still in debt, was still in debt, but the money available was enough to cover Su's medical expenses for five days.

A stunned Persephone quickly clicked on the screen, and the source of the money was clearly revealed, the Inquisition, issued by Medirli, and those flying lines outlined a devil pierced by countless sharp blades.

Looking at Medirli's signature, known for its hideous horror, Persephone sighed softly, unable to tell whether she was happy or sad.

In another room far away, Oberen stood upright at his desk, staring intently at the computer screen in front of him, his hand pressed on top of a button on the screen, ready to press it at any moment. To his left, there is another small screen marked with the time, marked in blood-red letters, marking the countdown time. Every second that passes, there is a crisp dripping sound.

On the screen in front of Oberen, there were only two very striking lines, one for Persephone's current deficit, and the other for a small but enough emergency sum that would instantly enter her account with a single tap.

It was cold in the room, but Oberen's forehead was sweating. This money is the limit of what he can use, it is the funds he has accumulated over the years to expand his personal servants, and it has nothing to do with the Arthur family.

Just as he was about to hit the key, the number in Persephone's account suddenly jumped, falling rapidly, and the balance of funds available to her rose rapidly.

Oberen finally sat back in the high-backed chair, staring at the screen in front of him, his face becoming extremely complicated. His arms were stiffly propped on the armrests on either side, his hands crossed in front of his chest, his fingers tightly interlocked, extremely hard, and the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out.

As a matter of politeness, the Arthurs could not trace the source of a Dark Dragoon General's funding, especially since the money was made through military means. However, the changes in the account information of other families are very easy to trace, and the range is only seven or eight, and it only takes less than a minute to be handled by the computer.

However, he didn't want to see the paid accounts on the other end of the line bear the name of either family at all.

At the Dark Dragoon Headquarters, the old man was stunned for a while, and after checking the source of the money, his gray face quickly became rosy, and he drank the coffee in one gulp, but he felt that he was still unsatisfied, so he rang the summoning bell.

The female assistant leaned into half of her body as usual, and stood at the angle that best showed off her proud breasts, before asking the old man what he commanded.

"Another cup of coffee."

Very ordinary request, the female assistant thought so, but she was a little strange, the old man seemed to be in a very good mood now, and he was almost like two people just now.

Just as she was about to go out, the old man suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, you are beautiful today." It's nice to be young! ”

After years of rigorous training, the female assistant's expression remained as cold as ice, and she thanked her faintly, closed the door to her office, and leaned against it, gasping for breath. Her heart beats like a drum kit for a rock drummer.

She lowered her head, looked at the bottomless furrow in her chest, and decided to change her clothes tomorrow with a lower neckline.

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