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In the early morning, in front of the mirror, Mars Hughes combed his appearance, and his wife helped him pick out the hair hanging on his collar.

"You've started losing your hair again recently. Are you so busy at work? Can't you come back earlier in the evening?"

"There is no other way. Recently, riots have begun to occur frequently in the border areas. At this time, I really have no way to escape."

"Are you free this weekend? Alicia said she wanted to go on a picnic with daddy?"

"Is it the weekend?" Mars Hughes pressed his forehead with a headache: "I don't know. But since it is my lovely daughter's wish, I will find a way to ask for leave no matter what!"

Mrs. Hughes covered her mouth and laughed, then gave her husband a kiss: "Then it's settled."

"Sure!" Hughes nodded, his face full of enthusiasm.

He hugged his daughter who was having breakfast in the living room, and then left home after the mother and daughter saw her off.

As an officer at the rank of lieutenant colonel, a special car took him to the Central Command.

Hughes sat in the back seat of the car, took out the documents he had not read last night from the folder, and read them carefully.

In a daze, he looked up and suddenly realized that the route the car took today was different from usual, and it was not the same route.

Instead of driving toward the center, cars are heading toward the outskirts of the city.

"What's going on?" Hughes asked, "Why don't you take the usual route?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, the original road is under maintenance." The driver said, "So we can only take a detour today."

"Has it been inspected?" Hughes frowned: "When? Wasn't it fine yesterday? What's the reason?"

"I'm not sure, I just got the notice in the morning," the driver said vaguely.

Hughes became suspicious, but the driver was not a stranger. He was indeed his dedicated driver and someone he knew well.

He temporarily gave up his intention to ask questions, but after the car detoured for a while, instead of going back around, when it reached a sparsely populated street, it actually accelerated sharply and rushed towards the outskirts of the city.

"Hey! Where are you going!" Hughes stood up from the back seat and yelled at the driver in the driver's seat.

However, the driver had no intention of stopping. He gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator.

Hughes had no way to stop him. In military cars, the driver's seat and the back seat were separated by a solid steel fence, and there was only a tiny window for conversation.

"Kane! What happened?" Hughes tried to persuade: "You are so weird today!"

"Sorry, Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, I didn't want to do this, but they used my daughter and wife to blackmail me." The driver's hands on the steering wheel were shaking.

"Don't be afraid!" Hughes said: "Who is threatening your family! Let's report it to the army together! Our security forces will never stand idly by!"

The driver closed the small window and locked it. No matter what Hughes said, he had no intention of paying attention.

Hughes felt something was wrong, that this felt like a crime against him.

Who did it? Former enemy?

He should have no enemies in the army.

No. Wait.

Hughes suddenly remembered the information brought by Brother Edward a few days ago: [The Philosopher's Stone is made by humans].

It was after the incident with Hugh Tucker's synthetic beast. Brother Edward obtained custody of Hugh Tucker's daughter in court and took the child to the countryside.

Then Brother Edward and Major Armstrong, who were traveling with him, found Dr. Malfoy who had disappeared for a long time on their way back by train.

Dr. Mark was once a member of the research team for the Philosopher's Stone. He was an outstanding national alchemist and had applied alchemy well in the medical industry.

But after the Ishval Annihilation War, he left the army and disappeared. It is said that he also took away confidential information. Within the army, Dr. Malco was a member of the wanted list.

Taking this opportunity, Hughes began to investigate the institutions and personnel who studied the Philosopher's Stone.

He recently made a discovery. Both the data from the year and those who participated in the research had all disappeared. No one who knew the inside story could be found. Therefore, he became more and more sure that there was something wrong within the army.

He has already reported his investigation results to the President, and also discussed it carefully with his friends Colonel Roy and Brother Edward.

Could it be that someone didn't want him to continue investigating?

who is it? Who got the news so quickly?

No. I can’t be sure he’s from the military either.

The scarred man who specializes in killing the country's alchemists has also been very active recently. Are the Ishval people going to kill him out of hatred?

No, it's impossible. It's impossible for the Ishval people to have such means to blackmail Kane.

Hughes smelled a conspiracy. He was probably someone from the military. Many faces crossed his mind, and finally stopped at President Kim Bradley.

He had always trusted Kim Bradley before. They had fought side by side on the battlefield. During the Ishval Annihilation War, the President was always at the forefront of the bloody battle.

In Hughes's eyes, the president was a fierce soldier and his comrade-in-arms.

"Hey! Kane, are the people who kidnapped your family members from the military?" Hughes shouted.

"Stop asking, Lieutenant Colonel Hughes!" The driver panicked: "I don't know anything anymore!"

He guessed it right, but Hughes had no joy at all in guessing it.

No matter where the car was headed, it wasn't going to be a banquet with cakes and drinks, or a park with blooming flowers.

He realized that he was trapped in a bottomless quagmire that was about to swallow him up.

More importantly, his companions didn't know anything about it.

No, Colonel Roy must be contacted!

Hughes made a decision immediately. He opened the car door, and the strong wind blew into his face, making him unable to open his eyes.

He jumped out of the car, covered his head with his hands, and tried to land with his lower body as low as possible to avoid hurting his internal organs.

On the road, a figure rolled and raised dust.

Hughes fell to the side of the road, his uniform was torn apart, his knees and elbows were bruised and bloody.

The ribs were probably broken, and the small bones of his right leg were probably cracked. Despite such serious injuries, he still managed to stand up.

You can't stay here any longer. You must hide first and find a way to contact someone you can trust.

Among the people he knew, apart from the President, the one with the highest official position was undoubtedly Colonel Roy.

You have to go find Roy. You have to go find him.

Hughes simply performed treatment to stop the bleeding, stumbled to his feet, and walked toward the shadowed alley.

But the movement of stepping forward suddenly stopped and he turned to look back.

"It's strange. Even though I haven't left the city yet, there's no one there."

"Aren't you going to move forward? Lieutenant Colonel Hughes?"

From the shadows, a woman stepped out with an Ouroboros tattooed on her chest.

The woman stretched out her right hand. Her hand was not a human hand. Her fingers could not be seen, only sharp blades.

Hughes held his chest, where he hid a knife.

"Beauty, are you a hairdresser?" Hughes diverted the woman's attention.

"I'm no stranger to cutting hair." The woman smiled: "Can I cut my hair and my head together? Lieutenant Colonel Hughes?"

The woman swung violently, several sword flashes flashed by, and Hughes also threw his dagger at the same time.

The dagger hit the woman's forehead right between the eyebrows. From there, bright red blood flowed down the wound.

But Hughes was also stabbed, and his shoulder was cut with large wounds by sharp blades. Those sharp blades cut through his flesh and blood vessels, and intense pain struck him.

Hughes glanced at the manhole cover on the ground and walked slowly towards it.

As long as we can reach that place, if we can reach that place.

But halfway there, the woman pulled out the knife on her head and looked over with a sinister look.

"You're lying, you're not going to die." Hughes held down his racing heart.

He has turned into a bloody man, looking ferocious and terrifying.

"I'm sorry. It seems Alicia's father can't go to the picnic with you."

"Che" the woman touched her wound and swung the sharp blade towards Hughes' head again.

Hughes closed his eyes, and suddenly cold water sprayed on his face.

It was spraying from above, the water pipe burst, and there was a tall figure standing on the top of the three-story building.

Hughes recognized this man as the Ice Alchemist, Isaac McDougal.

The water was sprayed not at Hughes, but at the mysterious woman.

Isaac pressed his hand on the water pipe, and the sprayed water quickly froze. The woman's movements stagnated, and white frost appeared on her face. The ice cubes quickly wrapped her up, turning her into an ice sculpture.

Then, Isaac used a slide made of ice to smoothly slide down from the third floor, picked up Hughes, and ran away with him.

"Isaac, are you coming back to make another fuss?" Hughes asked in a weak voice.

Isaac's hand released a blue electric arc, and he used freezing to perform emergency hemostasis on Hughes.

"I've said it a long time ago," Isaac said: "The President and the Central Command of this country are the culprits of everything."

"You know? Who is that woman?" Hughes asked.

"She is an artificial human." Isaac said, "She is a human being who was created. She has lived for at least two hundred years."

"Two hundred years?! How can an artificial human live so long even though he looks so young?"

"Those guys have the Philosopher's Stone in them."

Isaac jumped directly into the river, which froze under his formation. He wore special boots and stepped on the ice to cross the river.

"Really?" Hughes said, "It turns out we all blamed you wrongly."

People's voices could be heard above, and they seemed to be where the crowd was gathering again.

They were now under the bridge deck, and the wide stone arch bridge obscured the figures of Isaac and Hughes.

Isaac stopped and placed Hughes against the wall.

It wasn't that he reached his destination, but that someone stood in front of him.

It was a little boy in a suit. He suddenly appeared in this place and walked slowly.

"The president's adopted son?" Hughes' eyes widened: "Hey, is it true or not? Is that even the child?"

"Luster still has too little experience."

An unknown black shadow appeared next to the boy. The unknown shadow was crawling and had countless eyes and mouths.

"How can we let the prey escape?"

He approached step by step, and Isaac felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

At his feet was the river, its water frozen by his alchemy.

An ice snake rose from the ice and struck towards the boy.

However, the ice snake was strangled by the black shadows. Those black shadows were sharper and more malleable than ice, like solid darkness.

Isaac then tried to use ice spikes and ice pick shots to restrain the boy's movement, but failed.

"Am I not my opponent yet?" Isaac accepted this matter calmly and gave up the attack.

"A very rational judgment." The boy smiled: "In return, I will let you die as decently as possible."

Isaac ignored him, but took a whistle from around his neck and blew it hard.

The harsh whistle penetrated the air, and the boy frowned slightly. He did not feel the breath of other life.

"A bluff?"

Just as he was thinking this, something suddenly hit him from the water.

It was a strange fish carved out of ice, about three or four meters long. It hit the boy like a cannonball.

"The same tricks won't work."

The black shadow turned like a meat grinder, cutting towards the strange fish.

The outer ice of the strange fish was shattered, and the ice shards fell down like broken eggshells, revealing the main body inside.

"No. It's not ice!" the boy said in surprise.

The black shadow was knocked away by the strange fish. The black shadow, which could cut through solid ice, was easily stuck or even broken when it hit the body of the strange fish.

"How is that possible! What kind of substance is this!"

When he was surprised, the strange fish had already landed on the ground, and the transparent crystals quickly spread on the ground, drawing a large and precise formation. The boy's position was the center of the formation.

"Drink!!!" Isaac squatted down, pressed his hands on the edge of the formation, and input energy.

Countless red threads shot out, tying up the boy, binding his body to the ground, and pulling him out.

"What kind of refining formation is this!"

"No. Philosopher's Stone. Impossible! Impossible!!!"

Fine pieces of the Philosopher's Stone were peeled off from the boy's body, and a layer of fine red sand was spread on the ground.

No matter how hard he struggled, it had no effect. This was a special attack formation specially created for artificial humans like them.

Under the influence of the refining formation, these stones were restored to the souls of the deceased, and the souls drifted away into the atmosphere.

The boy's body quickly shrank into pieces, and in the end, only the empty suit was left.

Isaac was breathing heavily and sweating all over.

Using this formation formation is still too physically demanding for him.

Fortunately, he only needs to guide the input of energy. If he were to learn the patterns and principles of the formation and actually use it himself, it would probably take several years.

"What are these guys made of?" Hughes stared at the place where the president's adopted son disappeared and took a breath.

He felt fear from the bottom of his heart. What on earth was controlling this country? (End of chapter)