Chapter 1357 Marriage Plan
On the other side of the earth, deep in the ocean, a submarine with a dilapidated appearance is swimming in the deep sea.
The appearance of this submarine is mottled and worn, and even shows obvious signs of repair in many places. It makes people wonder why it can still operate under the deep sea and why it has not been fractured by seawater.
But if someone looks under its appearance, they will find that its shabby appearance is just a disguise. Inside, it has complete facilities and even quite comfortable living facilities.
And the rusty shell is actually not rust, but rusty gold.
From the appearance, its manufacturer should be from the Bear State, but some details have the shadow of the Nut State.
Its manufacturing process and precision are extremely high, and it is completely different from the crude use of rust gold mines before.
This mysterious submarine, which is like the fusion of the Nut State and the Bear State, has been swimming in the sea for a long time, but no one has discovered its existence.
The deep sea can isolate light and most detection methods in the world.
To humans, the deep sea is as mysterious and strange as the Age of Exile.
There was a cell in the middle and back of the submarine, close to the engine. A middle-aged man was lying on a small bed, looking at the ceiling calmly.
When he first carried out the kidnapping mission, he knew what his final result would be.
Death, or being imprisoned or even rotting forever in a corner no one knows about.
Because of this operation, no one can know about it.
The consequences of kidnapping the daughter of Orion, the Prophet of Guns, are too serious.
And he even disobeyed orders and let his subordinates leave instead of directly executing them.
This would seriously threaten the mission.
However, he knows...
Even if he lets his subordinates leave, these people probably won't be able to go ten miles.
They may now be imprisoned in black prisons around the world, or may have been executed.
And he has not been executed yet, probably because, at a critical moment, he can be thrown out as a scapegoat.
Because of his apparent identity, he is the leader of radicals in a certain place.
Once the plan fails, or Orion discovers some clues, he can blame his radical organization.
This is the organization’s backup plan.
The organization he belongs to always has a backup plan.
Because in this organization, there is a group of highly intelligent think tanks who specialize in studying and planning conspiracies. They may be the darkest side of the world.
The name of this organization sounds very positive and low-key.
“Office of Strategic Risk Assessment Control.”
Often, it will be called "that office," or "the office."
This office assesses all strategic risks and attempts to eliminate them virtually.
Just like the shackles on his mouth and his tightly bound arms.
He was unable to speak or send any messages to the outside world.
In addition, there were two soldiers wearing black hoods standing outside the door. If he did anything outside the regulations, he would be killed on the spot.
He was once a member of this office.
But every time I think about the various risks, disasters, and unpredictability in this world, middle-aged people feel ironic.
It is a kind of arrogance for people to try to fight against the world itself and to control everything in their hands. It is also a kind of ignorance.
It's hard to tell whether this so-called office has made the world less risky, or whether it has simply had the opposite effect, creating more uncontrollable factors.
But it has a powerful lobbyist as its leader, so that this organization is still loved by the leader of the nut state and has overwhelming power.
Some time ago, this lobbyist even persuaded the commander-in-chief of Mao Xiong State to jointly promote this "marriage plan."
And this kidnapping was entirely by his own hands.
All the plans are meticulous and watertight. Everyone only knows his own link, just as he is only responsible for kidnapping, and he doesn't even know where Kashara has been sent.
In a dull environment, repeated low noises seem to be particularly easy to distract people.
At this time, the middle-aged man lying in the cell couldn't help but reflect on himself.
"Prophet, please forgive me, Prophet, please protect me..." he murmured.
Of course, all that came out was a series of meaningless hums.
Even so, two soldiers in black hoods still warned sternly: "Shut up!"
"Stand back." Another voice came from the corridor, and then footsteps slowly approached.
A gray-haired official came outside his cell door. As soon as he raised his hand, the two soldiers retreated.
This official is a person in charge of the office.
After the soldiers retreated, he looked at the middle-aged man: "Thank you from the Nut State, thank you from the Bear State, and thank you from the world."
The middle-aged man raised his head.
"Yes, our plan worked." The middle-aged man said: "Olion has already attacked the Almighty Manor. He fought fiercely with Zhuang Buyuan for a long time. Half of the Almighty Manor was destroyed and was in a mess."
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and made a whining sound, not knowing what he wanted to say.
"Our plan has been successful. Zhuang Buyuan is not that indestructible as we expected. The earth does not need an uncontrollable Zhuang Buyuan, nor does it need an uncontrollable Orion."
"Our follow-up plans will be carried out continuously. Next, the three will continue to conflict. Only then can we get the results we want."
"Facts have proved that whether it is an omniscient prophet or an incredibly powerful all-powerful manor, they are just bubbles that will burst when they are popped."
Having said this, the official showed a somewhat proud and somewhat proud smile.
"In this world, the truly indestructible and all-conquering force is wisdom."
He pointed to his head, "We are the smartest people in the world, and we will never fail in what we want to do."
The middle-aged man shook his head and muttered something unknown.
"So, you can go with peace of mind."
The officer pulled out a remote control.
There is a preservation device on the mouth shackles worn by middle-aged people. As long as it is touched without permission or receives a signal, it will automatically activate.
Poison enough to kill hundreds of times will be injected into his mouth.
Create the illusion that he committed suicide out of fear of crime.
The official bowed slightly to him:
"Your country thanks you and the world thanks you."
"But they don't need you anymore."
The officer pressed the button in his hand.
The middle-aged man twitched in pain and fell in the corner.
The official looked at his body that gradually stopped twitching, shook his head slightly, sighed, turned around and walked back.
A young secretary-looking person came over and whispered something.
"What? There is something wrong with the follow-up plan? Immediately mobilize three teams to take action."
"Where is the third team?" the secretary asked confusedly.
"Of course it's Fuso, wait...who are you?" The official suddenly felt that something was wrong.