The Eternal Secret of Calculation.

"But the Eternal Secret Cult, which has an absolute advantage, has never taken action against United Industries, so they actually know the existence of this mercenary force?

"The Eternal Secret Cult is not confident enough to defeat this mercenary force and eliminate United Industries, so is this the reason for the current stalemate?"

The girl paused and said, "Time is on the side of United Industries. If the Eternal Secret Cult cannot eliminate United Industries, when the FBI investigation team arrives, the Eternal Secret Cult will be completely at a disadvantage?"

She was silent for a moment, as if asking, or asking herself,

"So United Industries won this 'game'?"

Her 'Uncle Vincent' seems to be standing at the end of the final victory.

She knew very well that the rule of United Industries would not be better than that of the Eternal Secret Cult, and even the result of a dominant family would be a more brutal outcome.

"uncertain."

The boy sitting in the passenger seat shook his head slightly.

"Um?"

Willy raised her head and looked at He Ao in surprise.

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Yunduan District·United Industrial Building

The huge champagne bottle had reached its bottom, and scattered documents filled the entire viewing table.

"If possible, Commander Lutz, I will withhold your electronic signature here. From now on, you and your mercenary group will be responsible for all the security work of United Industries. Before the early morning of the day after tomorrow, all the security forces of United Industries will listen.

Under your command, all the weapons and ammunition in the warehouse are at your disposal,"

Vincent calmly handed the tablet in his hand to Lutz, "Now, the safety of the entire United Industries is in your hands. If you persist tomorrow night, we will pay you the agreed reward. If you persist the day after tomorrow, we will

Plus an additional half of the 'reward'."

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Lutz laughed loudly, "I just like Mr. Vincent, a cheerful person like you!"

He raised his hand, touched the bracelet and tablet, and after verifying his biometric information, put his electronic signature on the tablet.

“A pleasure to work with!”

Vincent also signed his electronic signature and the electronic official seal of United Industries, and then he stretched out his hand to Lutz.

“A pleasure to work with!”

Lutz reached out and held Vincent's hand, "Mr. Vincent's determination and heroic spirit are amazing."

"Sometimes, long-term hesitation can cause greater disaster."

Vincent said calmly, "This is what Scone taught me back then."

"Ha ha,"

Lutz laughed and then asked, "The rest of this place will be left to me. Does Mr. Vincent want to leave Winter City to avoid the limelight?"

"Need not,"

Vincent shook his head, sat back in his chair, and stared at the city under the night sky, "I will sit here until the end of the matter. If I lose, I will die in this chair."

I don’t know when black clouds had drifted into the sky, covering the bright moon in the sky.

“Have courage!”

Lutz smiled and said, "Mr. Vincent, you are indeed underestimating your talents by staying in Winter City."

He sat back on the chair and narrowed his eyes slightly again, "What a pity."

Vincent stared at him and opened his mouth slightly, but before he could speak, the middle-aged man who was standing behind him came slightly closer and whispered,

"Sir, we have surrounded the mayor's palace and blocked all communication signals. That old guy Endil can't send any information."

As he spoke, he paused and lowered his voice, "That old guy is just an ordinary person. Do you want to take advantage of the opportunity to get rid of him? We can take advantage of the chaos and blame everything on the Eternal Secret Cult."

Vincent was slightly dazed. He was looking at Lutz in front of him, and then seemed to be looking at the seat under Lutz, and at the high-spirited man who once sat in this seat.

That seat once belonged to Mayor Endil.

"Need not,"

The old man paused for a moment, "Surround him up and don't let him have any contact with the outside world..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly paused, lowered his head, and stared at his chest.

A sharp golden knife was thrust into his back and passed through his heart. Bright red blood dripped along the edge of the knife onto the table and onto the bench under him.

"Sir, I have received your opinion."

A calm and cold voice sounded from behind him.

Vincent didn't struggle or cry. He just raised his head with a hint of surprise and understanding, looked at Lutz who was watching all this with an indifferent face, and showed a somewhat ferocious bitter smile.

"It turns out that... is it like this... what Skone said back then was right... you guys... can't get enough to feed the jackals..."

His voice gradually became weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.

He died in this chair.

The middle-aged man with a cold face retracted his hand, leaving the golden dagger inside Vincent's body. He took off his coat, and the folded white robe with gold silk hanging down naturally.

"Mr. Archbishop, give my regards to the Holy Father."

Lutz stood up, smiled and bowed to the middle-aged man.

——

boom--

The old photo frame fell to the ground, allowing the sensor light to naturally light up.

In the frame is a photo that seems to have gone through many years.

In this old photo, four young people gathered around a small square table and were having a heated discussion.

The young man on the far left is holding his left hand high, as if he is expressing his opinion.

The young man opposite him pointed at the table and seemed to be refuting him.

There was a young man sitting between the two, holding a notebook and taking notes.

In the corner of the photo, another young man is leaning on the corner of the table, listening carefully to the debate between the two.

Four names are marked on four people.

It was Skorn who spoke loudly, Endir who rebutted fiercely, and Vincent who sat in the middle and took notes.

The one listening carefully in the corner was Jacko.

A hand reached out from the bright light and picked up the old picture frame.

Recommend a book by a high-quality veteran author, and there is really nothing weird about this world.
Chapter completed!