Chapter 19 Crushing on

More than a dozen off-road vehicles kicked up billowing smoke and dust, left the Victory Valley, and began to turn southwest. Compared to the original command vehicle, Persephone's off-road vehicle is now extremely rudimentary. There is nothing special except that there is an enclosed space in the rear. The interior decoration can only be described as simple and neat, not luxurious.

Her previous command car was a real general-level car, light, luxurious, outstanding, and powerful, and the equipment on the car itself was worth more than ten times the price of the car. The car was damaged during the encounter with Ludendorff, and afterwards, the Fabregas family and Ludendorff himself privately compensated for the loss of Persephone's equipment and personnel. The value of a dozen battle-hardened and loyal servants is hard to measure in money, but Persephone chooses to accept the reparations, and seems to have forgotten about it.

In fact, she will not forget, neither will Ludendorff and Fabregas. But this matter is best resolved in a decent way. Having lost her family's support, Persephone is unable to find out more about Fabregas and Ludendorff, and her rivals are reluctant to form an irresolvable feud with her. After all, Persephone's appearance is secondary, and her youth, unquestionable talent, and occasional episodes of paranoia are reasons to be suspicious. Moreover, Medirri's strong intervention after the incident also made people reassess the situation.

After all, Persephone feels more coveted, while Medirli, who is known for her blood, cruelty, and madness, can only be feared.

Persephone sat in the hermetically sealed command car, holding her chin with her right hand, thinking about something in a daze. At this time, she looked like a helpless little girl. The environment inside the car was not comfortable at all, and the off-road vehicle that lacked an intelligently adjusted shock absorption system kept jolting, making it impossible for her to sleep at all. Persephone's previous car was able to maintain its absolute level even on the roughest terrain.

After receiving compensation, Persephone did not reset a new car, but bought an ordinary off-road vehicle, modified it casually, and it became what it is now. The value of this car is less than a fraction of that of its predecessor. All the extra money was used to pay off her debts. Although she was able to regain her financing qualifications and received a loan from the Council Bank, the interest was also a large amount.

Never in her life had she been so calculating.

When he was in a daze, the old-fashioned display screen hanging in the carriage lit up, and on it appeared Helen's face that had not changed for thousands of years. She looked at Persephone and asked, "Trouble in Victory Valley?" ā€

Persephone didn't speak, just nodded silently.

"Murder again?" Helen asked directly.

This time Persephone smiled a little bitterly and said, "He is very young, if it is the old days, he is still just a big child." I could see that he had no experience and was not smart enough to jump out when he shouldn't have spoken, and I had to kill him. ā€

"This kind of thing will continue to grow more and more, after all, at least a small half of your general's title is due to the Arthur family. Of all the Dark Dragoons' generals, you are the only one who doesn't have any family background behind you. So you still need to kill, until all the people who despise you change their mistakes. "Helen plainly and mechanically pronounced the fate of many.

"You know, I hate that, and I hate killing." Persephone's slender eyebrows were cloudy.

"Come on, there are quite a few people who have died at your hands." Helen commented mercilessly, making Persephone even more distressed and helpless.

Helen lifted her glasses, looked down at the pages in her hand, and said, "Your current situation is not pretty. Between you and Sue, there are at least two blockades, one bright and one dark. The person who made the arrangement seems to be able to separate you from Sue, and thus use Sue to hold you hostage and make you fall into their hands. ā€

Speaking of this, Helen glanced at Persephone and deliberately emphasized: "They mean those men who want to turn you into a second Bloody Mary." They are rich and powerful, and they are usually very old, but not absolutely. ā€

Persephone smiled, not commenting on Helen's seemingly superfluous comment.

Helen continued: "Now the number of men who are interested in you, or rather the attempt, is increasing. Some have begun to openly declare their desire to be your protector, such as Colonel Renfil who is following you. Nothing like this has ever happened before. I think it has something to do with your claim that Sue is your man. ā€

This time, Persephone's smile was a little more sarcastic: "Just because he's just a captain? ā€

"If a captain can get you, why can't a colonel?" Helen asked rhetorically.

"Bastard logic!" Persephone was furious.

Most men would agree with such logic. And you are a woman, in the eyes of men, women's abilities have to be discounted again. That is, you are not even as good as a colonel. Helen was as cold, mechanical, and cruel as ever.

Persephone, who had a deep understanding of Helen's point, had no intention of arguing with her, after all, the result of the argument was often her losing, and she raised her hand in surrender: "Alright, well, dear Helen, you are right. But you're not just looking for me to talk to me about this, right? ā€

Helen said, "I'm going to give you two to build yƬ." First, watch out for the blockade in the shadows, I can't find out who is in charge of it. But no matter who it is, the other party has the confidence to deal with you and Sue at the same time. The second is to have a real and substantial relationship with Su as soon as possible. ā€

Persephone exclaimed, at this moment a little like a frightened cat, she didn't expect Helen to propose such a proposal, so she had to say vaguely: "The real and substantial relationship, this ......"

"It's going to bed. If you're willing to send me a few fertilized eggs, that's great. Helen's cold tone was like a stereotyped cold medical device, and it didn't fit in with what she was saying.

Seeing that Persephone was a little embarrassed, as if to increase her persuasive power, Helen added: "With Su's character, if you have this kind of substantive relationship with him, he will consciously take on the responsibility of protecting you, whether you need it or not. This is the simplest, most straightforward, and least expensive way to get him. In the words of the old times, that is Su, who is actually quite a mother-in-law. ā€

Persephone couldn't laugh or cry, she put on a seductive expression and said, "Dear Helen, let's not talk about those men yet, my only favorite is you." ā€

Helen smiled rarely, and said, "My dear Persephone, your charm is effective for both men and women. How do you know I don't have other thoughts about you? If you want to play, don't be afraid to play with fire! You know, I'm going to have you checked on a lot. I can make the process enjoyable. ā€

Persephone's smile immediately stiffened.

Helen glanced at her and said meaningfully, "Fanny, whatever I do, it's for your good." You have to keep that in mind. ā€

Persephone thought Helen's words were strange, but she didn't think much of it. She has an inexplicable uneasiness about the future, which also prevents her from thinking deeply. Most people with high-level occult abilities are superstitious about their intuition, and their intuition is indeed much more accurate than that of ordinary people. In addition to the occult, Persephone also has advanced attainments in other fields, even higher than the occult. So she doesn't get superstitious about intuition, but she always pays enough attention to it.

The convoy slowed down, and looming peaks appeared in the distance. At dawn, the mountains are hidden in darkness, and no one knows what lies inside.

The communicator in the command car began to flicker, and Persephone pressed the call button, and the communicator sounded Hu Congchang's voice: "General, the atmosphere in the mountains ahead is abnormal, and I suspect that there is an ambush there." ā€

"What level is the other party?" Persephone asked.

"Near the colonel level, there are three of them, and the total number of servants is about 100." Hu replied from the long.

Persephone trusted Hu Congchang's reconnaissance and perception abilities very much, and immediately replied: "Stop at the outer edge of the opponent's circle of fire, and all hands are ready to attack!" ā€

The convoy came to a slow halt at the edge of the hill, and Persephone stepped out of the command car, looking out at the mountains at night. Without any instrument, she could clearly feel that there were three powerful auras among the peaks. Her servant is in his forties, and he has made only a few mistakes in his thirty-year fighting career.

The six off-road vehicles in the rear stopped in turn, and the people in the vehicles stepped down one after another, and began to prepare for battle on their own without orders. These warriors, who have been tempered on the battlefields of the north, know what to do under what circumstances. Renfil walked up to Persephone and stood side by side with her. His light blue eyes stared at the mountains under the night, and he smiled and said, "Fanny, there are three very powerful guys in front of you. I can deal with one, or hold two, and come back to my aid when you take down the third guy. You can choose between two tactics. ā€

Although he could judge that the opponent's strength was similar to that of the Dark Dragoon's Colonel just by his breath and senses, Renfil still showed extraordinary confidence. Either outright one, or two. Persephone had fought alongside Renfil during her time in the North, and had even worked closely with him, and she knew that this man was not talking big and that he had never promised anything beyond his means. Anyone who survives in the North, regardless of their appearance, has extraordinary abilities.

Persephone's mind flashed through Renfil's resume again.

Renfil, orphan, thirty-two years old, after twenty years of fighting, all on the Northern Front, joined the Dark Dragoon at the age of sixteen. The biggest difference between him and other high-ranking officers of the dragoons is that there is no family behind him. But he also has an optimistic and warm personality, which is very different from the gloom that people who climb up the ladder from the bottom.

If it weren't for Sue, maybe Renfil would have had a chance. Persephone once had such thoughts.

"Fanny?" Renfil called out to her.

Persephone retracted her thoughts, looked at Renfil, and then smiled brightly: "This kind of opponent, I can do it myself!" ā€