Although he is very upright, he lacks the talent of a tactician and has no ambitions of a politician.

Murae's observation was much sharper than General Bartre. A somewhat ironic expression appeared on his face. But it disappeared in an instant.

The director who could know the details from his eyes stood up.

"It has made you worry about the general. But please don't regard this as rude. If there are any similar weapons handling projects in the future, please notify us in advance. The negligence of the security department will not completely offset our responsibility. It will affect our whole body. I hope the general will do it."

"Weapons...yeah. Weapons--"

Bartre lowered his head, as if he was talking to himself.

"General?"

"Nothing. Murah, I appreciate your advice, but it is better not to go deeper in the military camp in this matter. This is for your own good."

"I know, General. Then let's stop here today, I will take my leave first."

After Murae saluted again respectfully, she withdrew from the office. When the burly back disappeared, General Bartre immediately called the secretary to bring water. He took out the stomach medicine from the drawer of the table and mixed it with water and took the medicine.

Recently, Bartra often feels that the efficacy of the medicine is not as good as before, probably because it is a psychological effect.

However, the extreme mental burden has increased the frequency and amount of medicine he takes every day.

Although the doctor had advised him to return to China for treatment, it was impossible to go back now.

The secretary walked out of the office with an empty cup, and Bartre left the table and stood by the window. It was the setting sun, bathing in the streets of the Tokyo Concession under the sun. The bitterness of the medicine left in his mouth made him a little tired.

Even so—General Bartre couldn't help thinking.

Why are terrorists interested in ‘that kind’?

Do you really think it is a weapon of mass destruction, just as Murah thought?

But this is really ridiculous. I didn't want to attract attention, but instead caused even greater commotion.

In short, you must not let others know the inside story before retrieving the ‘that’.

Although that one is obviously... not a weapon.

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At the entrance of the Governor's Office building of the Tokyo Concession Center Department, a high-end car has been here for a long time.

As soon as Mura got into the car, she said to the black-haired young man sitting next to her:

"It's successful, Bartrae asks you to see him tomorrow."

The tone was as familiar as a friend who had known each other for a long time, but in fact they had only known each other for less than a month.

This black-haired young man has a calm temperament opposite to his young face, but it is more of an unpredictable mysterious atmosphere and is dressed in ordinary clothes. It is hard to imagine what kind of intersection would have with military figures like Mura.

"Did he say that?"

Ling Yi asked with a slight confusion.

"Well, he doesn't seem to trust your ability very much. He may arrange a position for you first, which is a test. After all, a large project like "big cleaning" cannot be completed in a short period of time. Moreover, the risk is extremely high, so even he dare not do it randomly."

Mura said after pondering for a while.

If their conversation is seen by Bartra, it will definitely be shocked. This is not a boss or subordinate. Murae must be careful when speaking and dare not miss any important information.

"That was as big as I expected."

"Uh...it's probably the special mission."

"Um?"

This surprised Ling Yi. The special mission was the "Special Sender Guide Technical Department". After planting a suggestive technique for Suzaku, he was riding on the seventh-generation body developed by the special mission - Lancelot, who was fighting all sides. He originally thought that the chess piece "Suzaku" would have to wait for a long time to play a role. Unexpectedly, he seemed to have a natural halo of protagonists, and it would be fine if he was picked up by the special mission. He ignored all the identity restrictions and became the temporary driver of Lancelot.

Every time Ling Yi thought of this, he couldn't help but secretly be grateful for his caution.

It is absolutely right to hold the mentality of killing the wrong person but not letting go.

However, after this incident, Suzaku may not be able to escape death. Although Bartre may not be able to do anything to the special mission, it is still easy to pull the driver out to bear the crime.

"His Highness Shnazel, the second prince of the special mission, even if he wants to raise an army to question, it is not the turn of the 11th District ruling army military. Therefore, the matters related to the special mission can be said to be hot potatoes, and it is very difficult to deal with. If Bartre really makes up his mind to assign you to a position related to the special mission..."

Murah wanted to speak but stopped, and her expression was quite ugly.

Obviously, he was extremely dissatisfied with Bartre, who had no ability but had a problem with him.

"Don't worry, maybe this is a good thing. It's a matter of time before Clovis falls. If you want to take advantage of that opportunity to take over Bartre's position, then you have to have a good relationship with the Second Prince. I've also investigated it a little before. In short, it's beneficial to you to have a good relationship with Shunazel." Ling Yi pondered for a while and said.

"Okay, anyway, our common goal of cooperation is to control District 11. Once I succeed in getting to power, you will naturally be able to realize your plan."

Mura laughed, her seemingly calm tone containing a hint of excitement.

Suddenly, he remembered something and couldn't help asking:

"—By the way, you said Bartre...ah no...what is the 'weapon' that His Highness Clovis is looking for? This Shinjuku incident can be said to be entirely caused by that 'weapon'."

Murae cared very much.

Although the Shinjuku Incident caused great turmoil in the outside world.

There were countless people affected and implicated, and even hundreds of dead were still there.

Anyone who has this matter is going to step down, but after the planning of the black-haired young man, it has become an opportunity to make him reach the top in one step.

And the true face of the initiator who caused this incident.

He is not just curious.

"That, I think that guy probably doesn't like you, give up."

A strange look flashed through Ling Yi's eyes. After speaking in a plain tone, he said hello and got off the car.
Chapter completed!