Extraordinary pedigree

7th Spear of Morning Light IX

Terra calendar 1591.2.05.

In the meeting room of the New Manhattan Cultural Council, an angry roar was taking place.

Adelaide Kurd, the director of the cultural committee who is as fat as a pig, his face is red, and his anger almost makes his body swell to bursting. The expensive dark gray suit is tightly stretched on his plump body, as if it will burst at any time. crack.

Boom, boom, boom! ! ! !

Boom, boom, boom! ! ! !

At this moment, his thick palms continuously slapped the table, making a deafening sound. The staff in the conference room lowered their heads and broke out in cold sweat.

"The hooves of liberation! These lunatics! Do these damn traitors really think they can turn the situation around?"

The cultural director roared angrily, pointing with trembling fingers at the threatening video playing on the virtual projection screen ahead.

"That bastard Mikhail Garcia, does he think this farce can scare me? Indiscriminately attacking horse racing girls? Threatening everyone? Is he crazy? They infected people are just a bunch of lawless wild dogs. They should all have been hanged long ago!"

His face was twisted with anger, his eyes were bloodshot, and sweat flowed down his thick neck, soaking the collar of his shirt.

His voice was low but could not be ignored, with a ferocity and ruthlessness derived from absolute power.

"Look! Look what they are doing!"

He pointed angrily at Mikhail on the screen, breathing heavily.

"They want to destroy the horse racing! They want to plunge the entire New Manhattan into panic and chaos! This is a blatant declaration of war on us! A declaration of war on the federal government and the authority of me, Adelaide Kurd!"

He slapped the table hard, his voice was thunderous, and his tone became more and more violent:

"They attacked my blood network, destroyed my stronghold, and killed my people! How dare these sons of bitches provoke me again and again?"

Adelaide wiped away the sweat vigorously and glanced fiercely at everyone in the room, looking for someone to vent his anger on.

He growled:

"How dare these infected people be so arrogant! They are not resisting, but crazy! Mikhail has gone completely crazy. What he wants is to destroy the entire order and completely subvert the social structure we have established! If he is not uprooted, this will Sooner or later, a group of lunatics will sweep across the entire federation."

Adelaide was breathing heavily, staring at Mikhail on the virtual projection screen, and his voice became more and more vicious:

"They want to turn the racetrack into a burning ruin? Great, I want to see who falls first! Gather all the Rangers."

"Gather the four rangers, Shadow Blade, Flame, Venomous Bee, and Dark Crow."

He stood up abruptly, his heavy steps shaking the floor.

Standing across from him were the leaders of the Bloodline Cyber ​​Rangers.

The leader of the Shadow Blade Team, a slender middle-aged man, frowned and said in a cautious tone:

"Sir, are you sure you want to mobilize all your forces? The current situation is grim. The liberation hoofbeat has launched many attacks, and even-"

"I don't need your nonsense!" Kurd interrupted, his fat face flushed red, and his thick pig's hooves slammed on the table.

"Mikhail has stripped us clean and posted our affairs on so many genealogy forums! Now the Rangers' affairs can't be covered up! Do you think that blocking a few forums can stop them? Mouth?"

“We have not only banned multiple forums, but also locked related keywords.”

The leader of the Crow Rangers standing nearby spoke.

She is a gloomy woman with scars on her face and cold and ruthless eyes.

"Is it useful?" Kurd asked with a sneer, his fat palms suddenly waving into the air, his tone full of sarcasm and anger.

"If it weren't for the fact that too many high-level figures were involved in the Blood Network, we would have been killed by the federation's giants! Do you think that blocking a few posts can solve the problem? Don't be naive."

Just yesterday, Liberation Hooves released a video through the "dark net", publicly claiming responsibility for the attack on the horse racing event, and revealing the secret kingdom and troops built by the director of the Social and Cultural Committee hidden in the New Alliance.

The Blood Guard, also known as the Rangers, are an elite force secretly formed by Adelaide Kurd, who specialize in carrying out dark missions related to the infected.

The force is not formally affiliated with any government department or committee and is entirely under Adelaide's personal control.

The members of the Guard are mostly composed of human mercenaries, violent elements at the bottom of society, and even some infected people who voluntarily defected to Adelaide.

The main task of the Blood Guard is to execute secret orders for Adelaide, especially to suppress, assassinate, and kidnap those infected groups who dare to resist the cultural isolation policy, and to control politics and enterprises through threats of violence, bribery, and other means.

In addition, they are also responsible for guarding Adelaide's personal interests, including controlling the "blood network" he secretly established.

As the director of the Cultural Committee, Adelaide Kurd maintains a superficial image of justice in public and secretly controls infected people and related black market transactions through the blood network.

He is the absolute leader of the organization, and all actions must be approved or directed by him.

The structure of the blood network built by the Kurds is sophisticated and complex, like a huge spider web, firmly controlling the fate of the infected.

Among them, the most terrifying are the four terrifying troops he has kept in captivity, the elite forces called "Rangers".

Shadow Blade, the name of this team makes the infected community shudder.

Their mission is to assassinate and eliminate all infected leaders who threaten Adelaide's rule.

Flame, as the name suggests, this is a team full of violence and destruction.

Whenever the infected community erupts in protest, the Flame Task Force will come like a hurricane, bringing explosions, flames and chaos.

They destroy the spirit of resistance and suppress the fire of hope, leaving only scorched earth and fear.

The flames burn everything, and also burn all the resistance in the hearts of the infected.

Venom Bee, their weapons are invisible poison gas and biological weapons.

Ranger Team 3, quietly sneak into the enemy's stronghold and infiltrate toxins into the air, food and water.

The infected will gradually become weak, confused, and finally die in pain.

The appearance of the Venom Bee Team is always accompanied by unexplained deaths. They are like the venom of the god of death, slowly penetrating into every corner.

The Dark Raven, the most mysterious task force, does not participate in direct combat, but controls every line on the battlefield.

The Dark Raven Team is good at psychological warfare and information warfare. They steal intelligence, disrupt communications, forge news, and create internal chaos and betrayal.

They do not need to take up arms to make the enemy kill each other.

The influence of the blood network is not limited to violence.

Its tentacles go deeper into the economic, social and even cultural fields of the infected.

Through a series of means, the Social and Cultural Committee has firmly trapped the infected in New Manhattan under his control.

The infected community is confined to areas of poverty and despair.

The influence of the blood network has surpassed simple violent suppression. It is like an invisible chain, deeply embedded in every street and every corner of New Manhattan, firmly imprisoning the fate of the infected.

This is not just a transaction of blood and darkness, but a full-scale control at the economic, social and even cultural levels.

In the infected community of New Manhattan, the atmosphere of oppression is almost frozen.

Every infected family is confined in a dilapidated slum, like an endless cage.

These areas are surrounded by high walls. The government claims that it is to "control the disease and protect citizens", but everyone knows that this is just an excuse to isolate the infected on the margins of society.

Poverty and despair spread like a plague, and the infected struggle to survive in cramped rooms.

Kurdish minions are secretly active in these communities, and they control every penny of the infected's income and every job opportunity.

The infected can only accept those dangerous and low-paying jobs-diggers in mines, mechanical maintenance workers in factories, and even porters on construction sites. They are forced to accept any job that requires their super physical strength or special abilities brought by high distortion rates.

If someone tries to resist, they will soon disappear mysteriously without a sound.

The most terrifying thing is those infected with extremely high distortion rates.

The more serious their physical alienation is, the easier it is to become a high-priced commodity in the black market.

The slave smuggling gangs of the Blood Network forage in these communities like hounds, specifically capturing these infected people and selling them to underground arenas or secret laboratories.

Those deformed infected people are often injected with unknown drugs and subjected to inhumane experiments to stimulate their potential abilities or make them test subjects for certain weapons.

These infected people have no future and can only survive in hellish experiments until they completely lose their humanity.

All this is for Adelaide Kurd's power game.

Through the oppression and exploitation of the infected, Kurd has accumulated huge wealth.

This wealth not only makes him the secret ruler of New Manhattan, but also makes him like a fish in water in political struggles.

He carefully weaves a corrupt network of relationships, secretly transfers these illegal incomes to senior officials in the federal government, and paves every brick on the road to higher power with money.

In Kurd's future blueprint, he will become the mayor of the New Manhattan Special Administrative District within three years.

And this is not a delusion. Since entering the New World era, the New York area has been re-divided into five special administrative districts based on trade relations with hubs and border areas - New Manhattan, New Brooklyn, New Queens, New Bronx and New Staten Island.

Each administrative district represents huge resources and economic interests, and New Manhattan, as the core of the hub, is particularly rich in resources.

The top leaders of the Federation are well aware of what the Blood Network has done, but they don't care, and even welcome it.

The rapid development of New Manhattan requires tough measures, and Adelaide Kurd is the one who dares to stain his hands with blood.

His Blood Network provides a steady stream of wealth for the giants of the Federation, helping them to promote the expansion plan of the New World Racecourse.

In the eyes of these giants, Kurd is a "white glove" worthy of reliance, doing all the dirty work for them and clearing all obstacles.

"How many giants accumulated capital by being white gloves for others before they came to power?"

Adelaide Kurd often comforted himself in this way.

He believed that he was just a tool of the federal giants, and everything he did was just instructed by the higher-ups. He was just fulfilling the intentions of those authorized people and making these ideas concrete.

He didn't think he was wrong, and even felt that he was still walking the path that countless successful people had walked before - as long as he was patient and obedient, he would sooner or later reach the top and become the master of New Manhattan.

But now, the situation is completely out of control.

The riot of the liberation hoofbeats spread quickly to every corner of New Manhattan like a flame that ignited hay.

He once firmly believed that he was in control of everything, and that these angry infected people were just controllable pawns in his hands, and he could put out the turmoil at any time as long as he wanted.

However, the development of the situation far exceeded his expectations - the train had derailed and was rushing towards the abyss along a crazy track.

Every retreat of his was cut off, and he knew that he had no way to retreat.

Mikhail's public attack brought an unprecedented impact to Adelaide's secret kingdom.

This secret kingdom prospered and grew in the shadows, but it was never really exposed to the light of day.

Everyone knows that the oppression of the infected, the operation of the blood network, the slave trade in the black market... are all part of this kingdom, and the top leaders of the Federation have also benefited greatly from it, but as long as it is not made public, as long as no one breaks this window paper, then everything can continue.

However, now, Mikhail has torn off this fig leaf.

The operating mechanism of the secret kingdom has been exposed to the public, like a rotten corpse being forcibly dragged out of the grave.

The truth that was once covered up is now obvious, and those politicians and businessmen who once transfused blood to the Kurdish blood network have to temporarily withdraw and avoid the limelight.

His kingdom is no longer a hidden shadow, but is placed under the spotlight and scrutinized by millions of people.

Secrets, even if everyone knows it, as long as it is not made public and not announced, it is "non-existent".

But now, this kingdom has been made public, it is crumbling in the eyes of countless people, and Adelaide Kurd is standing in the ruins of this kingdom, at a loss.

The uncrowned king in the darkness has now become the target of public criticism.

He could feel that the allies he once trusted had begun to retreat secretly and no longer provided him with protection.

Even the senior officials who once relied on him gradually kept their distance from him.

He knew that once he lost these protections, endless revenge and liquidation would be waiting for him.

The train could not stop, it was out of control, heading towards a future that he could no longer control.

And Mikhail's counterattack, like a detonated bomb, tore his world into pieces.

He suddenly realized that he might become a victim in the game of power.

"Mikhail Gashiyuan, his and the existence of the liberation hoofbeats is a mistake."

The fat pig-like director roared, his fat face twisted with anger.

"The Rangers' actions must be thorough, fast, and clean. I don't care what means they use, Mikhail and his damn lackeys must be dealt with within a week."

Now Adelaide Kurd has no way out.

"We're ready." Shadow Blade's voice was still calm, as if this was just an ordinary cleanup mission.

Adelaide leaned against his desk, supporting the table with both hands, and his fat body seemed even heavier.

"Listen, you guys are my only trump card. If you mess up, we'll all be finished."

His voice was low but full of warning, like a beast trapped in a corner preparing for a final counterattack.

"Flame, Venom Bee, Dark Crow, all of you, go all out. I don't care how many people die, I only care about the result. Let those wild dogs know that their doom is here!"

The rangers took the order and retreated neatly, leaving Adelaide alone in the room.

His eyes fell on the virtual screen again, and Mikhail's face looked extremely hideous on the screen. Adelaide clenched his fists, making a "creaking" sound.

The power of the Blood Network is still under control, and now he can only rely on violence and fear to regain control of the situation...

He thought with gritted teeth, took a deep breath, and a morbid light flashed in his eyes.

"Either they die or I win."

Today is the second day of the conflict between Liberation Hoofbeats and the Cultural Committee, and a bloody war is quietly kicking off.

From the very beginning of this conflict, it has foreshadowed what kind of hell the bloody battle will be in the next week.

Liberation Hoofbeats acted quickly and violently, attempting to awaken the infected by disrupting horse racing events and exposing the dark side of the blood network.

The Cultural Committee, through the rapid counterattack of the blood network and the four rangers, tried to strangle all the flames of resistance with ruthless assassinations and suppression.

The war has already started, and no one knows how this war will end. The only thing that is certain is that this will be a bloody battle that neither side can easily withdraw from, until the blood is all over the earth, and the winner will also pay a heavy price.

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February 6, 1591 in the Terra calendar.

New Manhattan Municipal Building.

This is the third day of the conflict, and the intensity of the battle has suddenly escalated.

The violence escalated, and both sides entered the stage of a life-and-death comprehensive counterattack.

This day became a symbol of violence and death. Both sides wielded their knives crazily in despair and anger, trying to completely destroy each other.

The night in New Manhattan was quiet and depressing, and the air was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

Mikhail stood in the shadow of a tall building, overlooking the city.

His eyes were cold and crazy, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was enjoying it all.

Under the night sky, members of the Liberation Hoofbeats had already begun to act. They quickly sneaked into several bases of the Cultural Committee and prepared to carry out a deadly bombing attack.

Mikhail planned this terrorist attack and directed it personally. The confidants of the three directors of the Cultural Committee became their primary targets.

At midnight, three luxury cars with the committee's emblem sped through the streets of New Manhattan, and the drivers and the entourage in the car were unaware.

Their every move was monitored by the Liberation Hoofbeats until a loud bang tore through the silent night sky-the first car suddenly exploded when it drove to an overpass, and the flames shot up into the sky. The car body was instantly blown to pieces, metal fragments flew everywhere, and the flames illuminated the night.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third cars also encountered explosions.

The whole block was shaken by the huge explosion, and people leaned out of the window and looked at the sudden disaster in horror. The flames of the explosion lit up the night sky of New Manhattan. Among the three directors' confidants, one died on the spot, and the other two fell to the ground with serious injuries, and the blood dyed the streets red.

"Let the flames purify everything!"

Mikhail stood in the distance, watching the destruction coldly, with an uncontrollable ecstasy flashing in his eyes.

This was his most direct challenge to Adelaide Kurd. The Hoofbeats of Liberation were no longer satisfied with simple destruction. They began to directly target the core strength of the Cultural Committee, trying to disintegrate the other party's confidence by means of terror.

At the same time, members of the Hoofbeats of Liberation placed explosive devices in many areas of New Manhattan, attempting to panic the entire city through large-scale destruction.

Although most of the devices were discovered and dismantled in time, several places were not spared, and several explosions sounded in the early morning.

The streets were blown beyond recognition, smoke and flames raged, several buildings were shattered, debris flew everywhere, and vehicles burned into ruins.

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In the secret meeting room of the Cultural Committee headquarters.

While Mikhail was planning a terrorist attack, the Cultural Committee's counterattack also began.

Adelaide Kurd's anger could no longer be contained. His face was twisted with anger. His fat body paced back and forth in the conference room, his eyes full of rage and hatred.

"Send out the Flame Team immediately and burn down their nest!"

Adelaide ordered, his eyes full of malicious light.

Ranger Team 2 "Flame" moved upon hearing the order. This team is known for its strong firepower.

Equipped with the latest incendiary bombs and high explosives, they quickly locked onto an important stronghold of Liberation Hoofbeats in New Manhattan.

In the night, the Flame Team quietly approached, waiting for the most fatal blow.

With the commander's order, fierce flames broke out instantly, incendiary bombs fell around the stronghold, explosions continued, and the flames devoured every inch of land like the claws of the devil.

The entire stronghold was surrounded by raging flames, and the members of Liberation Hoofbeats fled around in the sea of ​​fire, and the shrill screams echoed in the night sky.

This raid destroyed a large amount of Liberation Hoofbeats's material reserves and killed countless members.

Looking at the content on the virtual projection screen, the obese Kurd was not satisfied. He knew that physical attacks alone were not enough to completely destroy Mikhail's will.

He needed more cruel means to strike at the core of the Liberation Hoofbeats.

So he continued to order:

"Send the Poison Bee Team out. I don't want to leave any of their bases! Give them some special 'gifts' to let them taste the taste of being torn apart by poison gas."

The three Ranger teams "Poison Bees" were dispatched immediately. This Ranger specializes in chemical and biological weapons.

Their target is several secret bases hidden underground by the Liberation Hoofbeats. The members of the Poison Bee Team sneaked into the base with special chemical weapons and then released colorless and odorless chronic poison gas.

A few hours later, the members of the Liberation Hoofbeats felt inexplicably weak and nauseous. Their bodies began to experience uncontrollable severe pain and convulsions, and their skin gradually ulcerated. The base soon fell into chaos, filled with screams and painful wails.

The poison gas of the Poison Bee Team quietly and silently penetrated every corner until all life inside the base was completely devoured by them.

Dozens of members of the Liberation Hoofbeats were killed in the gas attack, and they didn't even realize that they were gradually dying.

The base was full of struggling corpses, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench.

On this day, the counterattacks of both sides were as fierce as a storm.

The terrorist attack of the Liberation Hoofbeats hit the core strength of the Cultural Committee, and the cruel retaliation of the Blood Network caused the Liberation Hoofbeats to suffer unprecedented damage.

Moreover, it was surprising that the Honkai Administration seemed to be silent.

They did nothing about the conflict between the Liberation Hoofbeats and the Social and Cultural Committee in the New Manhattan area, but before others could think about it, the two sides of the conflict had already started a more exaggerated fight.

In the eyes of these two organizations, which were nicknamed "monsters" by the outside world, there was only each other.

Two out-of-control monsters tore each other apart in the New Manhattan area.

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February 7, 1591 in the Terra calendar.

On a bloody day, the conflict between the Liberation Hoofbeats and the Blood Guards had reached the point of being out of control.

Mihail García led the Liberation Hooves in planning a heinous ambush on this day.

Their target is one of the four rangers of the Blood Guard, the leader of the "Venom Bee".

The Venomous Bee Squad specializes in chemical warfare and biochemical attacks, and is one of Adelaide's most effective tools for suppressing infected people. This ambush is undoubtedly a fatal blow to the blood network. .

"boom--"

A huge explosion tore through the night sky, and dozens of Rangers were blown into pieces of flesh and blood on the spot. Blood and residual limbs flew everywhere, staining the surrounding walls and ground red.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and the reflection of the flame could be faintly seen in the smoke.

Mikhail walked out of the smoke calmly like a ghost.

He walked up to the Venomous Bee leader who had lost the ability to resist, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Without any hesitation, he pulled out the dagger and cut off the opponent's head quickly and accurately.

"This is just one of the prices." He said coldly, holding the bloody head high and inserting it on a wooden stake.

Blood flowed down the wooden pile, and the red liquid seeped into the soil.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding members of the Liberation Hooves followed suit. They cut off the heads from the ranger corpses and inserted these "trophies" on the surrounding wooden stakes, as if they were performing some kind of bloody ritual. The heads of the rangers who were still hanging on the stakes were hung high on the wooden stakes, their flesh and blood were blurred, and their faces were hideous.

The members of the Liberation Hooves danced wildly around these wooden stakes and cheered like victorious fanatics.

The entire neighborhood has become the entrance to hell, with the smell of death floating everywhere.

Mikhail then released a video through the dark web, looking at the camera with an expressionless face and coldly declaring:

"This is a just action to liberate Hoofbeat. Those who collude with the blood network and horse racing events will definitely be punished by us."

His eyes were like those of a predator, full of ruthlessness and madness.

The video quickly spread among underground media and infected communities, as if it was a prelude to an upcoming massacre, causing a huge stir.

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An hour later.

In the hidden office of the Cultural Committee.

Adelaide Kurder sat in his office, looking exhausted.

His eyes were bloodshot, his skin was greasy, his cheeks were slightly drooped, and his fat body was sunken into the large seat.

The glass of wine on the table was filled again and again, and he drank it down in one gulp, but the alcohol could no longer cover up the panic and anger in his heart.

"These people all came here because of me!"

He muttered angrily, sweat sliding down his neck and staining his expensive suit.

The virtual communication screen on the table was still flashing, and he answered the calls one after another that were about to hear the voice of betrayal.

The first screen flashed, and the person connected was Howard Cohen, Kurd's long-term business partner and a well-known federal real estate celebrity.

Howard's face on the screen was full of indifference, and his eyes lacked the respect he had before.

"Adelaide," Howard's tone was as cold as ice, "we have to talk. The recent situation... you know. Our company can no longer cooperate with you. The hooves of liberation are already staring at us, and the government There's pressure from there too, I can't take the risk."

After he finished speaking, he cut off the communication cleanly.

The second call rang, and a young female spokesperson appeared on the screen, Scarlett Walton, representing the Hudson Group, a giant energy company.

Scarlett had a fake professional smile on her face, but her tone was full of coldness and determination.

"Director Kurd," she said with caution in her tone, "I have been instructed by the Board to inform you that the Hudson Group has decided to no longer be associated with any of your related projects. Future business dealings...are no longer applicable between us. We are grateful for the previous cooperation, but now the situation cannot continue.”

She smiled politely, but that smile was as cold as a knife's edge.

"Damn! Are you so afraid of those thugs?!" Kurd roared, the anger on his face almost unable to cover up his fear.

Scarlett nodded slightly and without saying a word, the communication was quickly cut off.

The third communication came from Robert Fletcher, a long-time ally on the Cultural Council responsible for entertainment and events.

Fletcher's face was solemn, and his voice was no longer as friendly as before.

"Adelaide, old friend, listen to me, I can't help you this time." Fletcher's voice was a little helpless.

"The liberation hoofbeat attack has caused uproar in the city, and the government has begun to focus on you. There is a lot of pressure on my side, and the people above...have given clear instructions. You know, what I can do is very limited. If you continue , I can only choose to withdraw."

"You are a traitor too! You are all betraying me!"

Kurd roared, the fat on his face trembling with anger. He knocked over the wine glass on the table, and dark red liquid flowed down the edge of the table, like some kind of blood.

The last one to get through was Daniel Cassidy, who had once climbed to an important government position with Kurdish support, but now his face was full of embarrassment and embarrassment.

"Director Kurd, I...well, you know, I really can't do anything. This time there was too much movement, and I...had to cut off all ties."

There was panic in Daniel's voice, and he kept wiping sweat from his brow, as if afraid that the Kurds would burst through the screen and tear him apart.

"If this continues, my position will not be guaranteed. I beg you... please let me live."

Hearing this, Kurd collapsed completely.

He leaned heavily on the back of the chair, a look of disbelief on his face.

He had sacrificed so much for these people and helped them climb to the heights of power, but now they were casually severing all ties one by one, leaving him alone.

"You..." Kurd's voice became deeper, his hands clenched the armrests tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his eyes flashed with crazy light.

"You will regret it! When I get rid of these mad dogs, I will settle accounts with you one by one!"

After hanging up the phone, Kurd lay dejectedly on the chair and covered his face with his hands.

He knows...

His political career was completely over because of Mikhail, a mad dog.

"Which link made the error..."

He still can't figure out one thing. How did Mikhail understand all the information of the Cultural Committee in detail?

I feel like I have a cold, and I feel dizzy. After typing, I feel a little cramped and uncomfortable~~