Steel steam and flame

The person he was following also checked into the hotel, and Cassia started sensing while he was resting, completely locking his movements in order to deal with emergencies. At the same time, taking advantage of the rare buffer time, Cassia tried hard to recall the contents of the book, as if he had directly called up the autobiography in his head and read it several times again. Try to extract the images in the book more perfectly, and find the common ground between them, so as to integrate them better and more naturally.

But the current trouble is that there is no chance to get the suppressor tube and solid red mercury back for the time being. Fortunately, even if it is a high-standard restaurant, Cassia believes that the staff there will not check the ventilation pipes frequently. The characteristics of suppressor tubes and solid red mercury also mean that it takes a long time for them to become ineffective after leaving the surgeon's body. So she was worried about being put to an end here. The only thing Cassia needed to pay attention to was not to activate the rejection reaction at will.

The next day, Cassia deliberately got up early, left the hotel at a little after seven o'clock, and went for a walk on the street. Just like an ordinary person's morning exercise, Cassia made a big circle around the hotel, bought several different newspapers along the way, randomly selected a breakfast restaurant, and read the newspaper while eating.

The pages were dominated by reports on the internal war. In recent times, it has become an active period for critics, analysts, or observers who have cooperative relationships with newspapers and magazines. In order to attract attention, each newspaper has chosen different directions to express its opinions. .

Among them, no one can clearly see the direction of the internal war. Perhaps it is the reason for the existence of surgery. This kind of war involving the national level probably has little to do with ordinary people. Cassia also feels that people in small countries should actually get used to this frequent change of political power.

Someone also wrote in the newspaper - knowing that we are all countries that exist between three large countries, why do we still have frequent wars?,, The general meaning is to call on small countries to form an alliance and carry out equal exchanges in trade and science and technology. .

In Cassia's opinion, this article seemed to be due to a layout problem. There happened to be a blank space in the newspaper that needed to be filled, so it was added.

Is this possible? Cassia also occasionally thought while eating breakfast. Maybe there would be, but from his perspective, the required conditions were too stringent, and it was not unreasonable to say that the possibility of realization was infinitely close to zero.

As the default buffer zone between the three giant countries, if any one reaches out too deeply, it will be hit by the other two. And the buffer zone suddenly wants to stand on its own one day and get rid of this fate. Let alone whether the opinions among the small countries will one day be unified, even if they can move in the same direction, Cassia finds it difficult. After doing this, they still need to face the military power of three giant countries. One of them can wipe them out without any hindrance, so let alone three.

The only chance is probably when the Red Star comes, when the three giant countries are at war and it is no longer possible to take care of these countries. This is the only time period I can think of right now. But this is just a period of time when there are opportunities to capture it. If no one is dedicated to this kind of thing, it will always remain an assumption.

It is undeniable that the small countries caught in the cracks are indeed a huge force. If they can unite together and have shrewd command and governance to resist any one of the four forces in the empire, Cassia will not doubt that they have this power.

I have thought that after the weapons production factory has completely established itself, Waters and the others will start to go deep into the power departments of some countries. The impact of the empire's model on Cassia is invisible. The huge population base is terrible productivity. From these numbers, infinite possibilities can be born. But it was always an idea, and Cassia didn't know where she should start if she wanted to do this. So currently, he looks at the problem in the simplest direction.

Money, and the necessary power. These two points can become the cornerstone and necessary conditions for future development.

At half past eight, Cassia returned to the hotel. Sound waves probe the room one step ahead. When I left, I made some small moves on the door, and also went to the hotel front desk to remind the staff not to clean it yet. There were signs of being opened, but nothing inside the room had changed. Maybe he just went in to take a look and then left. There was nothing inside to investigate.

While reading the newspapers and magazines he brought back in the room, Cassia also pretended to take out a pen and paper to record the weapons and equipment transaction records that he wanted to do. After one o'clock in the afternoon, he went to the restaurant where he was yesterday.

The woman named Tavel was already sitting in the restaurant at the same table by the window as yesterday. I only ordered a glass of juice, held my head with both hands and looked straight out the window, thinking about something, with the corners of my mouth curling up or down. She changed her clothes, still wearing a long skirt, and her style was completely different. But on the woman Tavel, it still looks suitable and perfect, as if the designer of the clothes specially designed the clothes based on her as a template.

Several people around me did not follow today. The man who had been following Cassia also turned away when he approached the restaurant and quickly disappeared within the limit of sound wave detection.

After taking a few breaths, Cassia calmed down her emotions, then put a smile on her face and entered the restaurant.

,,,,,,

Why she was called "Red Mango", Edmila Akaino had long forgotten.

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with me. It's just that the first leader of the organization called himself 'Primary Color'. To commemorate it, the names of subsequent decentralized powers were all colored."

Edmila likes to think about these simple and non-impactful questions quietly when she is alone. A limousine came from the end of the street and stopped slowly beside her. The reaction was half a beat slow, and after a pause, the shadow of the limo appeared in Edmila's eyes.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, the driver was a strong man, dressed in the common clothes of the local driving business, and wearing sunglasses to prevent the afternoon sun from affecting his vision.

"Dear passenger, hello, where are you going?"

"Just hang around." Edmila's expression returned to seriousness, "There's no need to be so formal."

"They are all rats in the underground sewers. Once they are discovered, there are many people who want to catch us and interrogate us to death." The man replied, turning the steering wheel skillfully with both hands, driving onto the main road and blending into the traffic. "Now it's just The empire has dispatched manpower, and soon the other two will have to come. There is no harm in practicing it in advance."

"Who leaked the news? Do you have any clue? It must be one of my own, but it's very troublesome not knowing who it is..." The man drawled his voice and looked at the slow-moving limo in front of him. Honking the horn, "Research is now intermittent due to raw materials, and the supply forces are looking for various reasons to improve the exchange conditions. Sometimes I think, if they were not forces in those countries, that attitude would have been eliminated long ago. People have been destroyed countless times.”

"Don't talk about things that can't be changed. It's rare for us to meet once, why don't we talk about something happy?"

"Of course it's good, but now it's all annoying. After losing these few years, research has to be forcibly cut off during the war. They say they want to build a huge lamp to light up the sky over this small country. The darkness has been talked about for a hundred or two hundred years, but now we haven’t even drawn the design drawings of the lamps. It’s really annoying, Miss Edmilla.”

"Aren't we here to talk about the cleanup of some of our subordinates?"

"Normally no one talks to me, so let me say a few more words, beautiful Ms. Akaino." The man showed full sincerity, "According to unreliable news, the Empire seems to be the Holy Emperor. A distant priest from the hall has come here."

"Oh... you seem to be very well informed."

"Hehe..." The man was very proud, "Don't forget, I was an orphan brought up by mercenaries when I was a child. For various reasons, one way or another, when I was in my twenties, I was still considered to be an outstanding student. I successfully graduated from the military school with comprehensive ranking."