Life Copy Game

Chapter 1136 In the Snow (Long Chapter, Please Submit Monthly Tickets)

After sorting out the general logic, it is time to verify.

He Ao gently patted Borrick's shoulder, who was still a little confused, and said, "I'll give you a task. When you get out of the sewer later, help me collect information about these factories. It's best to go and see them in person."

He raised his bracelet and sent several factories near the south gate.

This is the factory that just appeared in Wicken's thoughts.

"Okay."

Borrick glanced at the information received in the bracelet and nodded.

He glanced at the 'Sote' in front of him, and then at the confinement room next to him. He still didn't quite understand how He Ao got the answer from Wicken's silence.

After recalling all the details after meeting He Ao, a thought emerged in his mind.

The 'Sote' in front of him seemed to have never said that he didn't know the truth about the 'attack case'.

Perhaps, he knew the answer before he came.

He came here not to get anything from Wicken, but just to "touch" Wicken, to make Wicken think he can do something, and then find out that he can't do anything.

Just like a person who keeps an eagle awake can't let the eagle sleep.

It's really scary.

He took a deep breath, nodded slightly to Howe, and then turned and walked out of the corridor.

Howe watched the red-haired figure go away.

Borrick is not an "obedient" person. If Quick asked him not to investigate, would he really not investigate?

This kid just tried every means to "hint" him that the problem lies with the two major consortiums, not the wilderness wanderers.

This "intelligence expert" has not completely "trusted" Howe until now.

Feeling the thoughts coming from the mark on Borrick's body, Howe shook his head.

He raised the bracelet again and opened the report inside.

If his guess is true, can those wilderness wanderers become allies?

He used the character card of [King of the Night] in the last dungeon. This dungeon is cooling down. Without the identity of "Vian", it would be more troublesome to mobilize the mercenary group of the Nolanka Group.

But there is room for operation.

Locket has already expressed his attitude, which proves that he will "tacitly" help He Ao to delay for another day or two, waiting for He Ao to further "raise his value".

As for whether he can realize this "value", it depends on the subsequent operations.

At least for the time being, this "mayor" and He Ao have a common "goal".

This seems to give He Ao a longer and operational "opportunity period".

He Ao raised his feet and walked out along the corridor while reading the report summarized by Eve.

His figure slowly walked out of the confinement room area, passed through the continuous lights, and walked into the dim and intertwined shadows.

——

Mingte City·North Gate

"This is the Wester Steel Mercenary Group."

The cold wind at night blew through the heavy observation window. The soldier standing at the sentry looked at the diffuse lights in the distance and the snowfield emitting a faint light under the lights.

"The troops of these masters have stopped at the foot of the city. If they attack the city, we won't have much time to react."

The soldier next to him casually replied.

"What can we do? The masters above asked them to stop."

The sentry who spoke first shook his head and smiled, "We just need to stand guard. Whether to fight or not is the business of the masters above. We, the two soldiers, should not worry about the generals' business."

"Alas,"

The soldier next to him sighed, then he looked up at the sky around him, "It's getting dark so early now."

"In winter, it's like this."

The soldier who spoke first yawned and replied casually.

It was not too late now. If it were summer, it would probably be evening, but the days in winter are always short.

"Are you two free?"

A cold voice sounded behind the two.

The two people who were communicating trembled instantly and stood up straight.

The soldier who spoke first shouted, "Hello, sir!"

The soldier next to him also shouted, "Report to the sir! We are on duty!"

There was no more sound behind the two, but the two soldiers still tensed their bodies, stood at attention, and dared not say another word.

The cold silence spread behind the cold observation window, and the dim wind blew across the window, blowing up the fluttering snowflakes.

Standing behind the two soldiers, the officer raised his bracelet and took a look at the content on the bracelet.

——

"It's snowing."

In the simple iron shed, standing in front of the iron door, the woman in the receptionist's uniform looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window, reached out and took off her wig, revealing the brown and capable short hair underneath.

"The mercenary group of Wester Steel is at the north gate, and the mercenary group of Note Intelligence is at the south gate."

In the shanty, some old electric heaters were re-ignited, and several figures wearing fur coats were sitting around the heaters, discussing in a low voice, "Two fully armed mercenary groups, no one can resist around Mint City."

The woman standing at the door gently stroked her hair and turned her head to look at the people in the house.

"What do you think of the chief of staff from Ains?"

Someone in the crowd raised his head and looked at the short-haired woman.

"Very powerful,"

The woman closed the door and sat in front of the stove, placing her hands on the warm stove light. "The top executives of the two major consortiums in Mingte City were played around by him."

"How is he?"

A figure in the crowd asked.

"I don't know,"

The woman shook her head, "It seems that he should have a grudge against the two major consortiums."

"Maybe we can find him to cooperate."

A voice in the crowd whispered.

"Locket once had a big fight with the two major consortiums,"

But before the woman could reply, another figure in the crowd said without hesitation, "But in a blink of an eye, he can sell everyone for a good price. These politicians in the city are greedy, selfish, and mean. Nothing they say is true."

The crowd fell silent again.

After a long while, someone slowly spoke, "Then should we continue to observe? The mercenary groups of the two major consortiums are parked outside. I'm afraid they won't give us time anymore..."

Hearing this, the short-haired woman opened her mouth slightly and was about to say something.

Then a light "bang" sound came from outside the door, as if something accidentally hit the door.

Everyone stood up almost instantly, got ready for battle, and stood in the blind spots of the room.

The short-haired woman rushed to the iron gate, glanced at the people who had already stood in position, took out a knife from her waist, slowly reached out and opened the iron gate.

The cold wind outside the house blew into the shabby room even more, and a somewhat worn-out and large red cotton jacket appeared in the woman's field of vision.

A thin little girl with messy hair was wrapped in this cotton jacket.

She was sitting on the ground in front of the door. When she heard the door open, she raised her head and looked at the woman who opened the door.

Then she slowly stood up, carefully looked at the burning stove in the house, and said as she stepped back,

"Sister, I didn't mean it. I, I just want to lean on it for a while."

The drifting white snow fell on the shabby cotton jacket.

Even though it was far from the stove, standing by the door, there was still a sense of warmth.

The short-haired woman looked back at the people in the house, motioned them to put away their weapons, then looked at the little girl, squatted down, and said slowly, "If you are cold, you can come in to warm up."

"Really?!"

The girl's eyes lit up, and then she remembered something. She didn't go into the house immediately, but asked nervously in a low voice, "Well, my mother is also cold. She is sleeping at home. Can she come?"

Then she added carefully, "We won't come in, we can just stay at the door."

Hearing the little girl's words, the short-haired woman's face changed slightly, and then she nodded slightly after thinking. She glanced at the house, "Yes, you can come in, we still have a lot of space."

"Thank you, sister,"

The little girl nodded excitedly, then turned and ran into the snow.

The short-haired woman glanced at the people in the house, got up, and followed the little girl.

A figure in the crowd also followed her.

After walking about a hundred meters and passing a corner, the little girl finally stopped, pushed open a half-broken shed door, and rushed into the house.

As soon as she entered the door, she immediately ran to the corner, "Mom!"

A figure covered with a thin blanket, smiling, and with eyes closed, was sitting on the worn-out mattress in the corner.

"It looks like it's been a few days, what should I do?"

The figure next to the short-haired woman, who was already stiff on the mattress, asked.

"Contact the scavenger. If I stay here any longer, I'm afraid something will happen."

The short-haired woman sighed and looked at the scene in the house.

The shed was very narrow and there was no furniture. There was only a worn-out mattress and a thin blanket covering the mattress.

Next to the mattress, there were some worn-out plastic bags that seemed to have contained food, and plastic paper that had been used to wrap food.

The short-haired woman walked to the side of the mattress and picked up a piece of stained plastic paper.

This was an extremely old campaign leaflet.

Mayor Lockett, smiling, was standing in the center of the flyer, with the sun shining on his cheeks, and next to him was a burning stove and a huge slogan:

'Vote for Lockett! Let every resident of Minter City have a warm winter! Sit by the stove and enjoy the snow scene! '

Bang——

Just at this moment, the little girl who was shouting next to her suddenly froze and fell directly on the mattress.

The short-haired woman immediately threw away the flyer in her hand, reached out to hug the little girl, and then touched her forehead.

"What's wrong?"

The figure standing at the door asked quickly.

"Fever, fainted."

The short-haired woman glanced at the fluttering snow outside, responded quickly, and then rushed out of the shed with the little girl in her arms.

——

Downtown

The clear and bright huge floor-to-ceiling windows faced the city under the night sky, and the electronic fireplace played the picture of the blazing flames. The warm, fragrant, and comfortable air filled the vast hall.

Click——

The man in the coat pushed open the door, and the butler beside him immediately came forward and took the man's hat and coat.

"It's still comfortable at home."

The man smiled, walked to the wine cabinet on the side, picked up a bottle of red wine, and poured himself half a glass. "They want to change the place again, and I can't stand it anymore."

Then he took the goblet and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dancing snowflakes outside the window and the neon city shining in the snowflakes, "It's so beautiful."

“The snow scene in Minter is always beautiful.”

The 'butler' in a black suit stood beside him and said with emotion.

"Indeed, that's why I like winter very much,"

The man smiled, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip of wine.

"To be honest, the electric heating system of the Norde Consortium that you recommended is really good. It does not dry out and keeps the temperature constant. It is like spring all year round. I asked about it during the cabinet meeting that day and found that most ministers use it. It seems that everyone’s recognition of this system is quite high.”

"This is what I should do,"

The butler smiled and nodded, and then he asked in a low voice, "Don't you have any meetings scheduled today?"

"No,"

The man shook his head and sighed, "That Sauter from Irons took the blame for the top executives of the two major consortiums. Lockett went to deal with the matter and canceled the planned cabinet meeting."

Then he smiled, looked at the housekeeper, and continued, "But according to the style of the guys in our cabinet, after the cabinet meeting, there is a high probability that they will go out to find those young girls to have a dance. This is not good for me. If you refuse, it will be after midnight when I come back.”

"The doctor recommends that you take more rest recently."

The butler replied softly.

"yes,"

The man nodded lightly and took another sip of wine. Then he looked at the butler, "The mercenary groups of the two major consortiums are just outside the city. The FBI's Sauter is a troublemaker. We may not have such leisure and peace in the future. time.”

Listening to his words, the housekeeper just smiled and nodded, "According to our agreement with Mr. Mayor, we will protect your safety."

"Hahaha,"

Hearing this, the man smiled and said, "With your words, I feel relieved."

The falling snow fell on the clean floor-to-ceiling windows and melted slowly.

The young butler lowered his head and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

——

Mingte City·South Gate

"Captain!"

The young guard walked into the camp, gave a military salute, and handed a sealed document to the man wearing silver-rimmed glasses.

The man reached out and took the file, opened the package and took a look at the contents.

Then he raised his head, looked at the guards who had not left, and said calmly, "Order the entire regiment to check all weapons and equipment, activate the preheating system, and ensure that all equipment can be put into use at any time."

"yes!"

The guard stood up straight, performed a military salute, then turned and walked out of the tent.

After the guards left, the man lowered his head and continued to look at the information in his hand.

The cold wind blew through the unclosed curtain of the tent, scattering scattered snowflakes into the tent.

——

Mayor's Palace

Bright lights shine on the spacious and luxurious decoration, and the slender and wide electric fireplace 'burns' magnificent and beautiful flames.

Lockett sat by the window, head lowered, staring at the documents in his hands.

The scattered snowflakes outside the window gradually became denser and gathered into heavy fluttering snow.

If he felt something, he put down the document in his hand and looked sideways at the falling snow outside the window.

boom--

Along with the diffuse snowflakes, crisp footsteps sounded in the empty office.

The thick shadow touched the edge of the desk little by little, and then slowly moved forward until it covered the cheeks of the person behind the desk.

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