Lu Xiang found that every time he observed Song Lan, he would make new discoveries, and he also had a deeper understanding of the personality characteristics and style of this dumb bird.

Despite his proximity, it was as if he had been living in another world, as if the Coalition Government, the Neutrals, and the Resistance had nothing to do with him, and that was the source of his good attitude.

However, for a person who can destroy a city or assassinate any important person in this world at any time if he wants, it is naturally difficult for the struggle between "ordinary people" to affect his heart anymore, and out of interest and professional habits, Lu Xiang decided to continue the observation work.

Maybe one day in the future, she will write a complete "Notes on the Observation of the Silly Bird".

Judging by her long-term observation experience, Song Lan should just want to lie down now.

Yesterday they spent the night in the bar, and in the morning they spent the whole afternoon in the bureau, and now he should be so sleepy that he can't open his eyes.

Lu Xiang bent down and took off his shoes and lay down beside Song Lan.

Her hand gently caressed the other's eyes and whispered, "Sleep." ”

……

Except for Song Lan, no one has been able to sleep soundly these days.

By the time Hogg-Foster received the party notification from Jock, he had already had extremely noticeable dark circles under his eyes, and he was still groggy despite taking a lot of anti-fatigue medication.

These days are not busy, on the contrary, he has a lot of free time, but every time he sleeps, he is immediately awakened by nightmares.

The nightmare was a strange place, which seemed to be completely ruled by plants, and he walked alone through the forest, but for some reason, the ferocious carnivorous plants did not attack him, and made way for him to make way to the ancient trees.

He didn't know why he was in the same nightmare, but he knew he was going to the ancient tree, which was the center of the world.

But whenever he tried to do so, the hateful "zealous citizen" would appear in his dreams and execute him by all kinds of cruel means - without bodyguards and servants, he was just an old man, and the transplanted prosthetic body was also used to prolong life and maintain the vitality of organs, and it was impossible for him to fight a vicious terrorist alone.

Once he dies in a nightmare, the world will fall apart, and he will wake up from his bed covered in sweat, still with his thoughts on the strange ways he died.

This hateful "zealous citizen" didn't even let him have a good time in his dreams!

It seems that when this is over, he will have to get on good terms with the man named Rob Lucci and join forces with him to make the villain who disturbs people's dreams pay.

Before heading out, Hogg knocked on 3 more anti-fatigue pills, he sorted out his appearance, and walked out of his temporary residence in the first district, the car sent by Jock had already arrived at the door.

He got into the car, opened the location tool with the built-in prosthesis, and sent it to his new ally.

I don't know if it's because of long-term fatigue, the quiet atmosphere in the carriage made Hogg a little uneasy, he thought that the driver would search him before departure, but the driver didn't do anything, they showed a much lower atmosphere of secrecy than he imagined, but Hogg had heard more than once that the Fishing Boat Club was probably the most mysterious organization of the coalition government, and even the counterintelligence services and MI7 could not infiltrate it.

Now that we've reached this point, there's no turning back.

When he flew to the First District overnight, he was destined to put himself at the center of the struggle.

Hogg has no regrets, because for a politician, power is life, and even if he stays in the Sixth District, he will soon be hollowed out by the people in his family, and at that time, what awaits him will be a dark and aggrieved retirement life.

The car left the bustling city and made its way up the winding mountain road, eventually stopping in front of the palace-like building on the top of the mountain.

That's it?

Looking at the luxury cars outside the building, and those familiar faces, Hogg couldn't help but think of these two words.

He had expected Jock's bodyguards to drive the car into the secret passages and navigate the labyrinthine underground tunnels for hours until he was completely dizzy enough to remember where he was coming from before arriving at a place that had never been marked on a coalition government map, where each member had to change into black robes to cover their faces to hide their true identity.

But the emblem of the Iris Consortium is still visible on the building, which was funded by Richard Gilves, and where almost half of the major events in the First District have taken place over the past few years.

In such a conspicuous place, such an obvious gathering, what the hell did the people of the counterintelligence services and the spies of MI7 do?

When Hogg got out of the car, the staff on the scene were taking the bodyguards around the councillors to their makeshift rest area.

The bodyguards were already familiar with this, and most of them knew each other well, and followed behind the staff with a smile and a smile.

He stood outside the door for a moment, and Jock's voice came from behind him, "Hogg, my friend!" ”

Jock looked refreshed, and when he saw him turn around, he opened his arms to give him a warm hug as he had done in the past, as if he had completely forgotten what had happened in the office a few days ago.

Hogg greeted him, a hypocritical smile on his face.

Then, following Jock's example a few days earlier, he changed the hug to a polite handshake.

Jock didn't care about this, he enthusiastically introduced Hogg to the precautions of the party, "You are coming to the party for the first time, there are some things that need to be paid attention to, for confidentiality and other members' experience reasons, the content of the party is forbidden to be filmed and recorded...... Surely you don't have these functions in your prosthetic eyes? ”

"Saiban 6.0."

Hogg thought Jock's questions were nonsense, and he didn't even bother to answer them, and directly reported the model of his prosthetic eye.

At the speed of the prosthetic update iteration, you may have to go to the antique market to find the prosthetic eye without the shooting and recording function, "Do you want me to gouge out the prosthetic eye for you?" ”

"Yo, Hogg, are you taking gunpowder today?"

Jock laughed and said, "I'm just kidding you, everyone is decent, and when the party starts, you just need to make sure these features are turned off...... After all, there have been some spies who have made some unpleasant noises at the party before, I hope you understand. ”

On the way here, Jock anticipated Hogg's attitude.

Among the people he knew, Hogg was undoubtedly the youngest of the people, and this way of getting along made him feel relieved for a while, except for looking a little tired, Hogg was still the Hogg of the past, and he had not come out of the unpleasantness of that night for several days.

If the other party shows a smile on his face after seeing him, then he will doubt the other party's motive for becoming a member.

Inside, the two of them walked in the wide hallway one after the other, and Jock tried to walk side by side with Hogg, only to find that the latter deliberately pulled away from him as if they were awkward.

He didn't talk along the way, and he didn't give him a good look.

Jock took the initiative to raise a new topic, "Why are you suddenly willing to be a member of the club again, I remember you had a big fight with me about this." ”

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

“…… That's what I asked. ”

"The Foster family also has their own intelligence network, not to mention that you are too obvious."

"I don't understand what you mean."

Jock was stunned, not knowing for a moment whether Hogg was referring to the High Council or if they had planned the assassination of the Speaker.

"All the high-ranking council members are members of the club."

The Fishing Boat Club itself has long been no secret in high society, except for the members, no one knows what these high-ranking people from all walks of life are doing in private.

"The premise of fighting the enemy is, first of all, to take power into your own hands."

"I'm glad you changed your mind."

During the conversation, the two came to the end of the hallway.

Hogg was not in front of a lavish ballroom or a large conference room, but a dimly lit storage room, full of miscellaneous items and filled with a strange smell.

The moment Jock opened the door, Hogg even had the idea that he was exposed, and the other party wanted to kill him here.

"Don't be nervous, every new member comes over like this, just get used to it."

Jock stepped into the storage room first, stepping past the clutter and standing in front of the old wardrobe door at the innermost part of the compartment.

The wardrobe is full of old clothes that have been out of fashion for more than a decade, in addition to some ironed work uniforms.

He smiled and pulled Hogg's clothes to the side, and the creature behind the garment immediately brought back Hogg's bad memories - dark green, tentacle-like wriggling plants that he had seen in his nightmares, and now, the unknown plant clinging to the inner wall of the closet, waving its teeth and claws at the two of them.

The strange smell in the room is emanating from the plants.

"We'll see you on the other side."

Jock motioned for Hogg to enter.

"You think you're humorous?"

Hogg stood still, staring at each other.

Brought him all the way to this cramped and rudimentary storage room, and threw himself into the mouth of a man-eating plant, and when he was digested by the plant, he couldn't even find the corpse.

He Hogg-Foster didn't get to the point where the old lake was painted.

Hogg was ready, he thought he must be exposed, and if Jock made the slightest rash move, he would terminate the infiltration and call Rob Lucci to save him.

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"Rest assured, it's smart, it can recognize the scent of the invitees, and once you've walked through it, you'll arrive at the real ballroom, which is a wonderful place."

Seeing that Hogg was silent, Jock demonstratively entered the closet and calmly greeted the dark green plants waving their "tentacles" at him.

In an instant, the tentacles overwhelmed him.

It was as if he had been swallowed into the stomach of a man-eating plant, and the sound could no longer reach this side.

Calm returned to the locker, and Hogg stopped and hesitated for a few minutes, several times when he was about to turn and leave, but another voice in his heart urged him to tell him that it was just a strange-looking door.

If he leaves now, he will never be able to turn over in the future.

After an intense psychological struggle, Hogg finally gritted his teeth and climbed into the closet in the same way as Jock, approaching the dark green plant step by step.