"At 5 p.m. Haydon time on October 22, 2083, a vicious attack occurred in the city of North Kleist, where a mob of approximately 50,000 armed assault devices gathered on 53rd Street in an attempt to attack the Olympus North Kleist branch located there. The local military police, including the 1235th and 1247th squadrons, put up a heroic resistance, and after sixteen hours of fighting, all 50,000 gangsters were killed with the assistance of the 51st and 11th Armed Guards. The two military and police squadrons that participated in the battle also suffered losses of 26 dead and 45 seriously wounded, so they were awarded the title of 'Heroic Squadrons'. Let us pay tribute to these warriors who sacrificed their lives senselessly. Olympus Imperial Radio and Television, October 22, 2083. ”

Palmer lay on the couch, munching on fries and chicken nuggets in her mouth, nonchalantly fiddling with the remote. He is now the superintendent of the Cardano Autonomous Region of the Olympus Empire, not only does he not do anything, but he also gets a salary of 16,000 Reichsmarks a month, and his life is very nourishing. Olympus has created as many as 500 supervisory chair positions around the world, all of which are fictitious and are dedicated to housing former senior G64 and League of Nations officials who have come to the company.

Palmer looked at the news, sneered, shook his head, switched channels, and started watching his favorite entertainment. He took another large bottle of Coke, "tons and tons" killed the small half bottle, and then squinted the small eyes that were squeezed in a pile of horizontal meat and had nowhere to place, staring intently at the actresses on the TV screen, and twisting their bodies to the rhythm from time to time, looking very funny.

The chandelier on the ceiling flickered, perhaps because of the aging of the lamp. Ever since Olympus made it clear that all overseers were not allowed to eat maids, Palmer's life was completely disrupted. He woke up at nine o'clock every morning, and when he woke up, he didn't get up, and he flipped through magazines, watched TV, ate snacks, and flickered until three o'clock in the afternoon. Then I lifted the quilt with difficulty, rolled over and got up, washed up briefly, lay down on the sofa, watched TV, and then went out to the nearest fancy restaurant for dinner. Because of his sloppy dress, the waiters in the restaurant disliked him very much, wishing that he should leave quickly, and the Olympus executives who were dining in the restaurant at the same time also avoided him, for fear that his turbid body would pollute him. And the moment Palmer picks up his knife and fork is the real disaster, he is notoriously picky about food, and if he is not satisfied, he screams. If you don't wake up enough and don't have enough pepper, then everyone from the manager, the chef to the waiter, is waiting to be scolded. Therefore, every time he came to the restaurant, the manager, Mr. Raphael, had a straight face, as if he had seen an enemy.

By the time he had finished his meal, it was nine o'clock in the evening, and he staggered back to his lodgings. It was a house specially allocated by Olympus, about 300 square meters in size, and the environment itself was good. The sun rises on a winter morning and shines through the window for the first time, and from the balcony of his house, he can directly see the tumbling Bojiang River, and in the distance, Eldman Peak is looming in the distance. In order to settle the former number one man in the League of Nations, Olympus' logistics department also set up two pianos and a private theater here. It's just that such a painstaking arrangement can't match his bad living habits after all. The house had not been cleaned for a long time without the help of the maid, and the clothes that were dirty and too late to throw away were piled up on the balcony, and there was a smart washing machine installed in the room, but he didn't even bother to stretch out his hand. His room was littered with discarded food bags and waste paper, carpet seals were full of crumbs of biscuits and potato chips, windows had not been scrubbed for a long time, a thick layer of dust had fallen on the window frames, and the whole room was filled with an indescribable smell that anyone would dislike if they smelled it.

After returning home and continuing to wander for a while, I walked into the bathroom, turned on the smart bathing system, set the temperature and humidity, and after the water was discharged, I lay down in the bathtub and enjoyed the bath once a day. He had a good time with the smart bath system, but he just didn't want to take the time, even if it was five minutes, to learn how to use the automatic cleaning system.

After about an hour of enjoying the bath, Palmer shook the water on his body, walked into the bedroom with a trembling step, and fell on the bed on all fours, and the day was over.

It was six o'clock in the afternoon, and the entertainment was over, and Palmer stretched, yawned, straightened up, and planned to go out for dinner. The moment he stood up, his head hit something cold, hard - it was a gun barrel!

Palmer was startled, and then raised his hands, not daring to act rashly.

"The work has come to a standstill." A heavy, mechanical voice said.

"What engineering? I, I, I don't understand. Palmer forced his composure.

"The 'Shuttle' system is undergoing a second upgrade, and I'm sure you have what I want."

"What system? What is it? I don't understand what you're talking about, I'm sorry you got the wrong person. You're coming alone, right, if I count to ten and you don't put down your gun, I'll immediately press the alarm and call the nearest armed guard, and they'll arrive in three minutes and beat you into a sieve, you can't escape. Palmer said, flashing the siren in his hand and trying to threaten the other party.

"Oh, yes, then let me see how good you are."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man threw a heavy punch into Palmer's skull, and Palmer's brain was stunned. Before he could scream, the man elbowed him in the neck again, then grabbed Palmer by the neck and lifted him up, then kicked him to the ground. Palmer learned that it was a ruthless character, and he finally saw the man's appearance clearly.

The man wore a mechanical mask and a black cloak, and was stout and tall, protected by alloy armor from the head down.

Palmer continued to mediate: "You are very bold enough to dare to do something to the overseer of Olympus, let me guess, you are Morant, haha, you must be, only he dares to do this, oh, my old friend, take it easy, if you have anything to say to sit down and say, this is not good."

"Bang!" Palmer was shot hard in the left calf, curled up in the ground, and groaned in pain. He didn't expect that man would be so ruthless, this is Olympus's territory, doesn't he want to live?

With a groan, the man slowly took off his mask, and it was a bearded and bald head. He half-tilted his face and said word by word, "Remember, my name is Delint."

Hearing the name, Palmer looked horrified. He knew that Delint, a well-known outlaw under President Clay, had specially helped President Clay eliminate his political enemies, and had been flying high for more than 10 years, putting everyone in the G-64 in danger, and even Blake could not do anything about him.

Palmer curled up and struggled to retreat to the wall: "I'll give you 10 million, 10 million Reichsmarks, and leave me alive."

"Okay, deal, but I didn't say I was going to take your life." Delint sneered and said, "You're not that honest. ”

"Mr. Dryt, I swear by my personality that I have always been honest and frank."

"Oh, is it? Let me guess, there are a total of twelve volumes of technical information about Kuiper Source Crystal, and you only gave Morant three of them, right? ”

"How so? All that is not is with him, and it is all with him......"

"Let me guess again, in order to ensure your absolute worth, you sent someone to kill Dr. Houghton, the first scientist in the world who did secret research and the only one in the world who truly understood Kuiper Source Crystal. Am I right? ”

"Please, I swear to God......"

"The stupidity of President Clay cost me more than a hundred soldiers, and now I have a new master. I'm not afraid of the so-called executives of Olympus, who are meat on the chopping block at the command of my master. ”

"I understand, I know ......"

"Hand over the rest of the information!" Delint sticks the barrel of his gun into Palmer's mouth, intending to create the illusion that Palmer has killed himself by drinking bullets

"I'll turn it in, I'll turn it all in, please."

Forced by Delinthet, Palmer trembled and crawled to his knees in front of a safe. After the iris was recognized, the safe opened, and Palmer took out two black leather cases from them, and opened the leather case, which contained nine thick research notes.

"It's all in there, please......"

"Don't worry, if I take your money, I won't take your life. But," Delint leaned his face closer to Palmer, and smiled mysteriously, "my master wants me to teach you a lesson. ”

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots had passed, and Delint had disappeared into the night.

Palmer lay in a pool of blood, unconscious.

Outside the window, the alarm bell sounded......