Just when the fat man was thinking about something and couldn't figure it out, in the secret room of Mayor Ross's mansion, Victor and his chief think tank Sulf were listening to a report from a small young man.
This young man has a very high hairline and a somewhat exaggerated parting. In addition to the sharpness and coldness of a vulture, his eyes are also somewhat melancholy and questioning. Coupled with the high bridge of his nose and tight lips, it is easy to leave people with a tough and aggressive look that will never give in. The tough guy feeling.
His height is on the short side, especially in Ulan where people are generally tall and tall, this guy is undeniably small. However, the lines of his body are very smooth and full of power, just like a cheetah that may explode and hurt people at any time.
"Varodia, you said the attack was accurate and you said you didn't succeed. What do you mean?" Victor asked the young man dissatisfied.
"Twenty-seven golden rainstorm needles were fired in one shot. The direction and angle were accurate, and the shield behind the target was completely shattered. However, the opponent seemed to be sitting in his original position, and he was safe and sound!" Varodya said concisely and clearly. replied.
"What nonsense is this? You..." Mr. Mayor was furious when he heard this. He was about to reprimand, but was stopped by Sulf beside him who raised his hand.
"You said he 'seems' to be sitting in the same position all the time, which means you can't confirm this, right?" Sulf asked calmly and pleasantly.
"Yes, I'm not sure. It feels like he disappeared the moment he was attacked! In other words, what the heavy rain needle passed through was just his shadow!" Varoja replied calmly.
"You just said that he had given a warning before he was attacked. Did you reveal something to prepare him?" Sulf continued to ask patiently.
"I, I'm not sure!" Varodya said hesitantly.
"Okay! This mission does not necessarily have to be completed by killing the opponent. You have worked hard! Go down and rest! However, you have to participate in the subsequent talks as my secretary." Sulf raised his eyebrows and ordered road.
Varodya didn't respond, just nodded.
Immediately, the young man glanced at the angry-faced Victor with a cold look, turned around and left the secret room.
"Pah...!" Victor waved his palm and smashed a valuable crystal wine glass on the desk, roaring: "Did you see the look in his eyes just now? Such subordinates are simply rebellious people who have not been raised well! I I want him to look good before sunset today!"
"Sir," Sulf stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on Victor's shoulder, telling him to control his emotions and calm down, and then said slowly: "I think these young people with a bit of rebellious spirit are better than slaves who can only obey. Much better! At the very least, he is a dog that dares to show its teeth to its owner!"
"There is definitely something wrong with this kid. You listen to me. When this matter is finished, he must be dealt with!" Victor yelled reluctantly.
"Okay, okay! I'll just listen to you!" Sulf agreed. Seeing that the boss's expression finally softened, he continued to ask: "Are you satisfied with the result of this assassination?"
Victor had just calmed down a little, but he became irritated again after hearing this, and said dissatisfied: "Satisfied? I'm almost mad, but I'm satisfied? Didn't we originally want to take advantage of Mai Sang? You said you wanted to kill him before, and I didn't." Agreed, now that we haven’t killed anyone, you think I’m satisfied? What on earth are you going to do?”
Surf was not surprised at all that his boss had this reaction. He thought for a moment before explaining: "No matter what the conclusion is on the surface, Kil's death must have been caused by Maisan's trap. But you Think about it, Mai Sang has just arrived and Ross is probably just passing by. Is he really willing to kill the son of the dignified Consul General McCann just for a little girl?"
"Huh? Are you saying there is someone behind him?" Victor gradually calmed down and asked.
"Yesterday afternoon, our head of state made a special trip to meet with you, but he seemed to have no theme! In the chat, he revealed the conflict between Maisan and Kiir, and even deliberately mentioned Maisan. There is news that Sang is going to take the things he got from Kiel to the auction. Do you think Miaze doesn't know about the dirty things between Master Baan and Kiel?" Sulph narrowed his eyes and asked.
"You mean Miaze is the mastermind behind Maisang? But why would he do this?" Victor asked with surprise on his face.
"The head of state may have done this for many reasons! But this is not the key to the problem. We only need to know the benefits that killing Mai Sang can bring to us!" Sulf inspired with a stern look.
"Besides showing kindness to Claude, what other benefits can there be? I can't think of it!" Victor glanced at his think tank and said dissatisfiedly.
"There are so many benefits!" Sulf has been with Victor for many years and has long been accustomed to this kind of conversation. As he began to pace, he continued: "Killing Maisang can give Miaze a warning and let him Know what is your duty as a head of state. Don’t think that just by sitting in that chair for a few days, you can leave us supporters behind and do whatever you want!”
Seeing that the boss was listening to his analysis attentively, Sulf was very satisfied. He turned back and continued: "Also, if Maisang is really killed, then the McCanns, Miazes, including our competitors Opponents may become objects of suspicion and suffer retaliation from the Maisang team! At the same time, more distrust will arise between these forces, and they will all think that others are setting the blame on themselves. But they will never think that the real The messenger of the Lord is waiting for the fisherman to profit!"
"Ha! Mr. Surf, that's wonderful! You are well-deserved for the title of number one think tank! I always get so many surprises from you!" Victor praised sincerely.
"But now the assassination has failed! Your plan has not been completed, why are you not in a hurry?" Mr. Mayor asked again in confusion.
"Haha! My lord, why are you confused? What is our original intention of inviting Mai Sang here? Isn't it just to cooperate with him and let him deal with our enemies? Since he is fine, why don't we just continue with our original plan? Plan?" Sulf asked with a smile.
"I'm a little confused! Sulph, just say it in one breath! I really can't understand the twists and turns in the stomachs of you conspirators!" Victor urged while stroking his forehead.
"Maisang is dead, and his effect is not small! But if he is alive, his effect is even greater. The power in his hands cannot be underestimated, and this person's ingenuity is even more extraordinary. But if you want to cooperate with such a person, I'm afraid Money and power alone are not enough. After the assassination just now, this guy is probably worried right now. And the fun thing is, no matter how he speculates, he probably won't think that we are taking action against him...!" Sulf said slightly. explained excitedly.
"Oh! I understand! You are going to give him some help in the nick of time! Hehe! Coupled with the news about his sweetheart and friends, this guy will definitely not be able to escape and will be used by me!" Victor suddenly realized.
"So, whether the assassination succeeds or fails, Mr. Mai has already been a pawn in our game!" Sulf said decisively.
"Moreover, judging from the information that Valoja responded to just now, Mr. Maisang has a lot of secrets. I'm also very interested in this!" He added.
