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It was still early in the morning, and Ben Douglas was already sitting in his office. The beautiful secretary brought him a fragrant cup of coffee, and then left the space to the old man alone. It's Ben's habit, and he doesn't like to be disturbed when he's at work. The quiet environment helps him to focus, especially for an older man of his age, whose loose spirit has become more and more difficult to contain as he gets older.

Old, this is a question that Ben did not deliberately avoid. Even though he knew very well that his energy level had not subsided due to the aging of his body, but had accumulated towards the peak little by little. If he had wanted to, he could have used his energy to activate his cells, keeping his appearance and physical strength in the prime of his life. Although it would be a great burden on the body to do so, in terms of his energy, this burden could be completely consumed.

Ben didn't do that, knowing that his old rival, Ogllock, was now on the verge of death. But if the people below dare to underestimate them, then the sad ending has already been written in the script of the god of fate. Like some mutant beasts in the wilderness, they use their disguise to protect and deceive their opponents.

Allowing oneself to grow old like Ben and Oglok is also a disguise to a certain extent. People tend to trust their eyes more than their instincts, especially young people. They think more of Shijie as their own, so they are not reconciled to the status quo and even challenge authority.

On the light screen of this desk, Loki's demonic face is quietly presented. My mind went back to more than a decade ago, when Ben was still young and Loki and the other children were still young. After these potential children are discovered by Ben and brought back to Asgard from the wilderness, they undergo rigorous training to select those who can be used for the most purposes. Ben remembers that Loki was the youngest and most vulnerable to bullying at that time.

But every child who has bullied Loki seems to be favored by the god of bad luck. Either he broke his hand or foot during training, or he violated the rules and was punished heavily. Of course, the truth has nothing to do with the god of bad luck, it is nothing more than Loki's revenge. At that time, he only thought it was a mischievous child's thing. From now on, I'm afraid that at that time, Loki had already revealed his dark nature.

Loki has been closely monitored by Valkyrie, and judging from the intelligence of the goddess of war during this time, Loki is quite safe. He himself seemed to find the situation unfavorable for him, and even the aristocratic salons rarely went to on weekdays, and always shut himself up in that strange house. If it weren't for the fact that his aura was in the house, even Valkyrie wouldn't have believed that the brother who didn't play by the rules would be so peaceful.

At this time, the light screen flashes with an icon requesting communication. Ben clicked on it, and the secretary appeared on the screen and said, "Your Excellency Douglas, General Cario has requested a meeting. ”

"Let him in. ”

Moments later, the elevator sliding door opened, and Cario walked in, like a large piece of iron. The oversized military uniform was still too tight on Cario's body, and the heavy military boots were on the floor tiles of the hall, and the stone bricks could almost have been heard moaning in pain. The General, who had bitten two cigars, sat down on the couch with the same frankness as ever.

"Old friend, it's hard for you to get up so early, there must be something important. Ben smiled, sat down across from Cario with his coffee, and raised his glass, "Would you like to have a treat?"

"Thanks, it's better to have your golden cat come to Wwetka for me than coffee. ”

"It's not good to drink early in the morning. ”

"Get used to it. ”

Although he said "not good", Ben still asked the secretary to bring a strong drink. When the secretary left, Cario didn't forget to pinch his plump buttocks. The secretary let out a low cry and glared at Cario before leaving.

"You're still the same. Ben smiled, and the young Cario was the most daring. One moment he can still have sex with a female soldier in the camp tent, and the next moment he will run to the battlefield with his pants on.

Kalio picked up his glass and said, "Wine and women are probably things I can't give up in my life." ”

"Straight to the point. Cario said solemnly, "Instead of me, let's talk about you." Old fellow, you have allowed the Council to participate in the matters and votes of the quartermaster of this Western Expedition. This is our military's business, and it will only add chaos to those big men to get involved. ”

"Old friend, you must also understand. Asgard is no longer the tiny human settlement it once was. Ben took a sip of coffee and smiled faintly, "Look at the city, old friend." It's no longer just our credit that it has become what it is today. Among them, it is inseparable from the financial and material assistance of those people. ”

"But the additional armaments and personnel investment of the Western Expeditionary Army are very important, and those big men only care about profits, but they don't understand military affairs, I'm afraid they will mess up. Cario was blunt.

Ben nodded, "I know what you're trying to say, old friend. You can rest assured though this time there will be a vote. The six members of the aristocracy need to be collectively approved to stabilize our military department, but if you think about it, how many nobles are willing to invest in the armaments of the Western Expeditionary Army. I've heard that Beon-Lise's little fellow went hunting with two old men, Austin and Charlotte, and you know what they found?"

"What?"

"It's black gold. Ben said lightly: "That's what businessmen care about, and it is conceivable that in the near future, the investment focus of Pranning and Helburn will definitely be on black gold." That's the benefit they can see, and as for the reclamation of the western tundra, the investment cycle is long for them and the returns are limited. In such a situation, will they pass Tyr's proposal?"

"But don't forget, when the three masters leave Asgard, according to the rules, their voting rights will be distributed among the next few henchmen. If Tyre wins their approval, the proposal could pass. ”

Ben Haha smiled and said, "If that's the case, the three masters can also retire." Rest assured, their henchmen must have learned that they would be able to exercise their voting rights only after they knew that they would be able to pass through their masters. ”

"I hope so. Cario snorted again: "I think that Tyr kid is carried away by the military achievements, for this western expedition, not only requires additional military input, but also carries the hammer of destruction." At this moment of the Golden Tomahawk's expedition, the Hammer of Doom is already the only elite warband in Asgard. If he is transferred, I am afraid that the old Augur will not have crooked thoughts. ”

Cario said the contradiction of the proposal for this Western Expedition, and Ben sighed: "Tyr's starting point is Haode, and he is also to build another kingdom of God as soon as possible. This kid is strategic and decisive, and he is a rare general. It's just that he's still young and doesn't understand the truth that haste is not enough. Then again, when we were young, how could we be afraid of so many things like now, and we didn't let go of our hands and feet to do a lot of work. ”

"So, we're all getting old. ”

A soft sigh that echoes over the city's highest place of power.

Everything has pros and cons, just like two sides of the coin. The limited freedoms of Asgard are, to a large extent, the hearts and minds of the city. But at the same time, it also divides the power of the superiors.

The council of Asgard was a window for the aristocracy to participate in the management of the city. By now, the House of Representatives has a certain right to participate in Asgard's policies. However, Ben had considered this issue at the beginning of the establishment of the Council, so he made some arrangements in advance. For example, the three families who have the right to vote, each of whom has two votes in hand.

The remaining three deputies have only one vote, and if a proposal is to be put on the agenda to override the will of the military ministry, then it must be passed by six deputies en masse. Otherwise, as long as one abstention or votes against, it will always be the military department that has the upper hand. Among these six parliamentarians, the other three do not mention, only the heads of the three wealthy families have not reached a consensus on one thing in the past two decades.

It's about the competition between them, and that's another of Ben's cleverness. He openly and secretly supported the weaker side, so as to contain the other two families, so that although the council can participate in decision-making, the final decision is often in the hands of Ben.

But this time it was a little different from the past, the three masters were leaving the city to hunt at this moment, according to Asgard's supplementary explanation of voting rules. When the head of the family leaves the city, the two votes in his hand are automatically held by the two designated persons who are registered in the case.

In the absence of Austin, one of the two votes went to Meblos of the Lamberston. But today, Meblos is a little distracted. Because his son Charles is missing, he has lost contact for a full 24 hours.

According to the housekeeper, his son Charles left after going to a party the previous night and never came home. It's almost impossible, and it's here in Asgard that Charles will be kidnapped?

Meblos pinched his eyebrows, thinking to himself that Charles was a capable man himself, and judging by how completely he disappeared last night. It must have been the work of a high-level ability to take Charles away. But Meblos thought about it, and the only high-level ability of the Lamberston family was the new nobleman Zero. But Zero had already left Asgard with the three giants to hunt in the wilderness, and I heard that he had also taken away the capable people and troops under his command, so naturally it was impossible for him to do it.

After thinking about it, Meblos couldn't think of anyone who was suspicious.

At this moment, the door opened, and the old butler stumbled in, holding a note in his hand and putting it on Meblos's table, saying, "Master, there is news of the young master." ”

Meblos hurriedly took the note and read it, which read: If you don't want your precious son to have trouble, come to the warehouse at 7 Jewel Avenue alone at 12 o'clock tonight.

"Master, there's this. The butler took out another box.

Meblos opened the box, revealing a bloody ear inside. The ear wheels were embedded with ear pins, and the ear pins had the emblem of the Lambeston family, and Meblos felt that his eyes were black. Who would this ear be if it wasn't Charles?

"Who sent it?" asked Meblos with a grim face.

The old butler said in a trembling voice: "I heard a knock on the door just now, so I went to open it." Outside the door was the box, with a note pressed underneath. As soon as I saw the news that it was the young master, I hurriedly brought it in and gave it to you, the master. ”

"Did you see who put it?"

"Nope. ”

Meblos waved his hand tiredly and told the old butler to leave. He only knew that this matter was not simple, but no matter what, Charles was his heir, and Meblos would never want Charles to have an accident.

Looking at the time, there was more than an hour until 12 o'clock, which was only enough time for Meblos to rush to the Gem Avenue. It seems that the other party has pinched the right time to send the threatening things, and what he wants is the time that Meblos has not made a thorough arrangement, and everything can only be done according to the other party's wishes.

"Prepare the car. Meblos stood up and pulled out a delicately patterned revolver from under his desk. After loading a few bullets, Meblos strode out of the study.

At this time in the middle of the night, the Jewel Avenue is as silent as a ghost land. This is a warehouse area on the outskirts of Asgard, and to Meblos's surprise, warehouse 7 is still owned by the Lamberston family. The fact that the other party chose to meet him showed that the other party was very confident in his own strength, which made Meblos even more afraid to act rashly.

The car stopped in front of warehouse No. 7, and the new head of the guard, Whiteny, said to Meblos: "Sir, I'll go in with you." ”

Meblos shook his head, if Bodon was still around, he wouldn't have rejected the suggestion. But the other party can capture Charles quietly, and Whiteney, who is equal to Charles's strength, is not enough. Rather than bringing Bai Ni in to anger the other party, it is better to go in alone and act at the opportunity.

"You stay outside. If something happens to me, go to Lord Austin and tell him about tonight. With that, Meblos pushed the door open and got out of the car.

He took his hands and walked towards the door of Warehouse 7. The door had long since opened, and inside the door was a dark shijie. Meblos walked straight into the warehouse, and the sliding door closed automatically. The next moment, a strong light lit up over his head. For a moment, Meblos felt very unwell. When he got used to it, Meblos saw his son, Charles.

The warehouse had been cleared out of a clean, open area, and Charles was bloodied in a chair and sat facing the door. He looked excited when he saw Meblos, but he could only whine with a strip of cloth in his mouth.

To the left and right of Charles stood a man, one of whom was dressed as a cowboy. Leather jacket, jeans, pointed leather shoes, and a cowboy hat that covers the upper half of his face, revealing only a chin covered with stubble. And, with a smile on his lips.

The man clasped his hands on his chest, giving the impression that he didn't care about anything. But he gave Meblos a very dangerous feeling, as if he was going to kill him at any moment.

As for the other man, Meblos knew him. He said in a deep voice, "Brydon, weishenme is you, my dear brother!"