Darkstone Code

Early the next morning, the butler came to Beigaao’s bedroom with new clothes, knocked on the door, and stood by the door waiting.

Today he came proactively; generally, it was Beigaao who got up earlier and called him over.

He knew Beigaao had been excited these days, unable to sleep, so he deliberately delayed fifteen minutes today, hoping Beigaao could rest a bit more.

He stood by the door waiting; under normal circumstances, Beigaao would already be awake, stretch himself lazily, sit by the bed, put on his shoes, and call him in.

Thinking about this made the butler’s mouth curve slightly upwards; he had served Beigaao for forty years, their relationship closer than that of family.

This Grand President had no airs and didn’t mistreat servants; he treated everyone like friends or brothers, serving Beigaao had been his honor.

Thinking today would change everything, he felt a bit of surprise even as he was happy for the one he served.

Because there still was no sound from the room, he knocked on the door again and said at the door, "Sir, it’s time to get up."

But two minutes later, there was still no sound.

This made the butler feel inexplicable anxiety; without more hesitation, he directly turned the handle and pushed open the door.

From his angle, Beigaao was lying on his side with his back to him, covered with a thin blanket, seemingly still resting.

He couldn’t even breathe a sigh of relief; the faint scent in the room changed his face color.

In Mariluo, nothing is abundant, except for dead people.

Years of massacres against opposing races, wars between warlords, there were dead people everywhere!

In the earlier years, the butler and Beigaao also ran around a lot, so he knew exactly what that faint scent in the room was.

He walked quickly to the bedside, lifted the curtain, and the next moment, fell sitting to the ground...

At this moment, not far away, at a high place, the commander was looking at Beigaao Manor with binoculars; when he saw many soldiers with weapons rushing into the house, he knew Beigaao’s body had been found.

Of course, this was also part of their plan.

The original plan was to directly assassinate them, but under current conditions, it wasn’t feasible; Antenna proposed an idea to use Beigaao’s assassination as a provocation, gather all warlords at his manor, then blow them up!

This idea... very creative, the commander immediately decided, and they spent the whole day collecting explosives.

Explosives might not be easy to obtain in the Federation; you need qualifications for explosive usage, explanation of usage and register before buying, and often can’t buy it due to failed approval.

But in Mariluo, obtaining explosives is just a matter of spending more or less money.

The Fla, even though declining with Gafura’s national power, showed weakness on the international Foreign Exchange market, slipping slowly, yet it still had a market in some underdeveloped countries.

Mariluo was obviously such a place; the special task force members used Fla to buy a large amount of explosives from different places, then installed them in buildings, the inventor also sneaked in for this matter.

The entire manor became chaotic; people ran around, followed by a large group of people jogging into Beigaao’s house in the villa area behind the manor.

They might not believe, with less than twelve hours left until the announcement of Mariluo’s unification at five o’clock, such major problems occurred in just such a bit of time!

Beigaao is dead!

The news hadn’t spread yet, the butler, having been with Beigaao for so many years, soon calmed down.

Beigaao’s body had been cleaned, and wounds had been sutured; however... part of his head couldn’t be pieced together, but luckily, the face wasn’t too affected.

Some things were filled inside and could support it up.

When the warlords came in and saw Beigaao’s body, they all froze; just when they were noisy, venting their inner fears, the butler suddenly shouted "Calm down."

He knew the reason they’re arguing and shouting was that they felt the power from the Federation; undoubtedly, at this point in time, the only person or force capable of assassinating Beigaao was the Federation.

With his shout, the scene quieted down instantly.

He looked at these people, eyes sharp, completely different from his previous mildness when serving others.

His gaze scanned each person’s face, "We all know why he lies here."

No sound disrupting the room, leaving only his voice, "If because of his departure we allow everything to stop, then he died for nothing, and all our efforts are wasted."

"This is the Federation’s conspiracy, forcing us unable to unite, but we must make them understand this."

The butler extended his finger, "Even if they killed one Beigaao, a second Beigaao, a third Beigaao will stand up!"

"We will never surrender!"

"I suggest we immediately announce the result of our unification to the world in Mr. Beigaao’s name, letting the Federation’s conspiracy fail!"

After he spoke, he looked at those people, waiting for their reaction.

People began to whisper, discuss, more and more joined in the discussion.

With the first major warlord nodding to agree with the butler’s suggestion, more believed it could be done.

"Then, let’s..."

A booming sound and successive explosions directly drowned the butler’s voice; the house began to shake, the ceiling started to fall, people terrified ran outside!

The whole building shook violently, some places even began to collapse!

A warlord rushed out of the house, his face still marked by the smile of a lucky escape, but the next moment, his head suddenly exploded.

There was no warning, as if it had been crushed by some mysterious force.

The second warlord froze in place, and then his head also burst open with a bang...

The sniper calmly and methodically pulled the bolt, aimed, pulled the trigger, and sought the next target.

This was a massacre, a one-sided massacre, every bullet almost took away a vibrant life.

But these did not shake the sniper’s strong mind; he continuously shot at these people until someone discovered him, or rather, his sniping point.

"It’s okay to retreat now."

The commander put away the binoculars, and the sniper, carrying his gun, left the high point with him, and then quickly drove out of the city.

This assassination was much smoother than imagined, but of course, there were many issues encountered, all of which would be submitted to the Ministry of Defense in report form.

The team successfully killed Beigaao and the warlords without alarming anyone; at this moment, the entire capital was in chaos, explosions, and gunfire could no longer be concealed, internal disorder even broke out.

An hour after Beigaao was "assassinated," the Federation’s Ministry of International Affairs issued a diplomatic statement, sternly rebuking those mad extremist elements and offering a reward for these people to the public.

At the same time, they also stated that if Mariluo needed it, they could provide Mariluo with military aid, political aid, and material support, among other things...

Gafura immediately expressed grave concern about this matter, and most surprisingly, Minister of Foreign Affairs Peng Jieao directly pinned this assassination on the Federation in his international speech.

Their Minister of Foreign Affairs claimed everything was a conspiracy by the Federation; they conspired to assassinate the Grand President of Mariluo and several important governmental high-level officials, with the aim of annexing Mariluo’s land, calling it a shameful act of aggression!

Although it was unclear why they were so certain of it, it somewhat impacted the Federation’s reputation in the international community.

Both sides began diplomatic sniping at each other, accusing each other of undermining world peace, with arguments that seemed justifiable.

That afternoon, Lynch learned of the matter, and the Ministry of Defense forwarded a call from Sanchez’s liaison officer.

It turned out Sanchez deceived the Federation, coming close to causing the Federation to lose its chance and excuse to intervene in Mariluo affairs, which angered many people greatly.

In the phone call from the Ministry of Defense to Lynch, they stated that Sanchez or those Mariluo people cooperating with the Federation should be made to understand a principle.

Once both sides have established a cooperative relationship, don’t think about breaking it, because breaking it comes at a cost!

"How should we deal with Sanchez now?" the liaison officer asked Lynch, as Lynch was the one who proposed supporting the warlord, and now he had to tidy up the aftermath of the issues that arose.

Lynch was reading a report, with the financial report for the first half of the year just completed.

After having everyone in the office leave, he got up and walked to the window.

Bupen outside was still prosperous, the sunlight made this city seem as if it was forged from gold.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and slowly exhaled.

"You know, for us, who Sanchez is doesn’t matter; what matters is having someone named Sanchez. Do you understand what I mean?"

If they are disobedient, then solve them.

Lynch felt no sense of guilt about this; it was all for the greater glory of the Federation, sacrificing some foreigners was insignificant.

Furthermore, Sanchez betrayed his trust, and almost harmed the overall interests of the Federation people.

The liaison expected it might just be a warning, or physical punishment, he never thought Lynch would directly abandon Sanchez.

But quickly, he understood.

Anyone could be Sanchez!

It didn’t have to be the one sitting on the sofa in the room now; anyone could be, as long as they had blue irises, they could be "Sanchez"!

"I understand..."

After the liaison hung up the phone, he left the small room; Sanchez now wore a rogue-like expression, lacking any of the former imposing demeanor as an important subordinate of a general.

He firmly believed that the Federation people wouldn’t kill him, so even if he made a small mistake, it didn’t matter to him.

The liaison had been with him for over two years now, and there was indeed a bit of sentimentality at this moment.

He sighed and looked at Sanchez with a complex expression, "Have you heard of something?"

Sanchez raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"We’re face blind to people outside the Federation’s range; if we don’t spend much time together, we can’t distinguish the appearances of other races."

"So?" Sanchez was still a bit puzzled, not understanding what it meant.

The liaison pulled out a handgun, aimed at him, "So you can be anyone, and anyone can be you; you’re not as important as you imagine, Sanchez."

"Mr. Lynch is very disappointed in you..."

The next second.

A gunshot rang out!