The attendant standing in the corner quickly took out the remote control and pressed a certain button. The curtains slowly fell around the floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room on the top floor of the building, and a hologram appeared in the open space in the middle of the oval conference table.

Projected digital light frequencies.

Insert the memory card into the interface under the conference table and press play. The holographic image in the middle of the conference table has no sound, but it can be vaguely seen that it is an unparalleled golden storm.

Rules. The Golden Rule!

The eleventh ruling makes Marcus Rhein rule.

In the image, the arrogant Eleventh Judgment Department was suddenly overwhelmed by a terrifying vortex!

The arms and head were broken out of thin air without any warning, and blood spread all over the sky. The golden vertical pupils of the Tianlong tribe were filled with unwilling shock and anger.

"This is..." a middle-aged man at the conference table who said nothing from beginning to end asked.

"The death video of the Eleventh Adjudicator of the Adjudication Division."

Charles, the commander of the Dawn Southern Army, said with a smile, "This is a treasure we got in Wano. Please enjoy it slowly. But I want to remind everyone here that our Dawn Revolutionary Army is a moderate revolutionary army."

, I don’t want you to make a decision now, I just want you to have one more choice one day in June.”

After the words fell, the picture on the holographic projection in the middle of the oval conference table changed.

The seventh judge, Gaius Rhine.

Under the sky tree, it looked like several warships were squeezing into the messy streets side by side. A figure in black robe flew and knocked over countless debris and trash cans on the roadside. It flew and smashed into a shop on the street.

in the window

The sixth verdict made Adeline Lyon.

In the square, the hollow in the center of the spiderweb-like crack immediately revealed the body, except for the head, which was completely crushed into a pile of scattered fleshy corpse.

The Fifth Judgment makes "Sword Emperor" Crow Sword.

By the lakeside of the official residence of the New Tokyo Adjudication Division, his limbs were severed and he fell like a "human stick" in a pool of wet and bloody blood. He was in agony, rolling and rolling, and his head was beheaded.

"Fog Ghost" Charles, the commander of the Southern Army of the Dawn Revolutionary Army who leaned back slightly, smiled, pressed the pause button, and said with a chuckle:

"In just over three months, let me count how many people the Adjudication Division, which you all revered like ghosts and gods, lost in a tiny place in the East China Sea. Four Adjudicators, one B-level, one A-level, and two

An S-class."

Speaking of this, Charles "Fog Ghost", commander of the Southern Army of the Dawn Revolutionary Army, laughed:

"I don't know if there is any secret behind these deaths, or what kind of conspiracy the man from Wano Country used, but in just three months, one-third of the once arrogant Judgment Division died.

adjudicator

Such a judicial execution agency.

Is it really necessary to be in awe?”

As we all know, the [Celestial Legion] and the [Judgment Division] are called the "swords and knives" of the world government. The Judgment Division is a knife, a knife that is stained with blood and shocks the hearts of the people.

Not even the high-ranking figures in the United Targos Republic want to have anything to do with such an organization. This is a kind of awe that has been deeply embedded in the genes for thousands of years.

But now, the knife no longer seems to be sharp, and there are even mottled gaps on the blade.

The conference room fell into silence again.

After a while, the old man with a cigar in his mouth suddenly coughed dryly and said softly:

"The intelligence sources of your organization are indeed amazing. If my information is correct, these terrorist incidents that occurred in a corner of the East China Sea on the other side of the world not long ago should have been caused by a person named 'Captain Dragonfly'."

Charles, the commander of the Southern Army of the Dawn Revolutionary Army, raised his eyes to look at the old man holding a cigar, and recognized the man as Dalton Stafford, the principal of the prestigious Stafford private academy for swordsmen.

At the same time, he is more aware of the behemoth in the business world standing behind the other party. If this company can lean towards the Dawn Revolutionary Army, it will provide great convenience for their next actions.

"You're right, it's him." Charles nodded and smiled.

But next,

His smile slowly condensed.

"Oh that's it"

The old man Dalton Stafford nodded slightly, took a puff of his cigar, flicked the ashes gently, and said as if recalling:

"If I remember correctly, the two commanders of the Northern Army and the Central Army of the Dawn Revolutionary Army seemed to have been killed by that man in that small country in the East China Sea in less than three months."

The old man's words were still full of meaning.

He didn't continue talking.

However, the expressions of the big shots around the conference room who had just been shocked and complicated by the death video played by Charles suddenly became a little weird, and their eyes fell on Charles invariably.

The implication of the old man's words was obvious.

To translate it in simple and straightforward words:

You told us that the Adjudication Department was corrupt and degenerate, and four Adjudicators were cut off in three months.

But there are at least twelve adjudicators, four were cut off and there are still eight left, and there is even a peerless killer like an "SSS" level adjudicator sitting in Beijing.

Two of the five of your Dawn Revolutionary Army were killed, leaving only three. From this look, it seems that your Dawn Revolutionary Army is not much better than the Judgment Division.

Not even as good as the Adjudication Division.

Then why should we lean towards you?

In an instant, the conference room fell into silence after the curtains were drawn, leaving only the faint light in the middle of the conference table.

"Fog Ghost" Charles, the commander of the Southern Army of the Dawn Revolutionary Army who had shown a very contagious momentum and confidence from the moment he entered, could not help but lower his eyelids slightly, and his face became cloudy and uncertain.

Damn it!

Those two guys who failed more than succeeded!

He cursed secretly in his heart, and when he raised his head again, his face no longer had the confident aura, nor was there any anger because of the old man's shameless "exposure". He just glanced at the meeting with his indifferent eyes.

Everyone in the room.

Immediately, Charles stood up, pulled out the memory card under the conference table, stood up quietly and looked around at everyone in the conference room.

Finally, his eyes fell on the old principal of the Stafford Private Great Sword Academy, and he said in a gloomy tone, "I think there is one thing that everyone here doesn't seem to understand. No matter how many baskets we put our eggs into,

, investment always comes with risks.

If we want to maintain what we have now in the next generation, we must take such risks."

Having said this, Charles turned around and left with two followers, resolutely and without any delay.

When he was almost at the door, he left a few words in a serious tone, "When everything is settled, the greatest risks will always be those eggs placed in the wrong basket. The Dawn Revolutionary Army does not need late friendship."

Suddenly, a misty mist appeared at the door, and the man's figure gradually disappeared.

As if it had never happened before, the surveillance equipment in the corner made a hissing sound and all failed and was destroyed.

Only the first six people were left sitting in the quiet conference room. No one spoke. Everyone lowered their eyelids, and there was a light of unknown meaning in their eyes.

A moment later, "Fog Ghost" Charles, the commander of the Southern Army of the Dawn Revolutionary Army who had just disappeared from the conference room, appeared on the busy street at the back of the King District.

He looked back at the tall building not far behind him with its glass curtain wall reflecting the bright skylight.

"Bah! These are these ancient vampires."

Deputy Commander Negan, who was following Charles, spat and stamped hard with his boot.

Charles frowned slightly and said, "Do you have any further information about that 'Captain Dragonfly' in Wano Country?"

Jeff, the tall and lanky intelligence agent on the other side behind him, frowned and said immediately after hearing this, "The true identity of the other party is still unclear. The information the Adjudication Division has about this should be similar to ours. We only know that he is a very troublesome guy."

"That's right. It's tricky."

"Migi", the commander of the Southern Army of the Dawn Revolutionary Army, smiled and shook his head, and said with a somewhat regretful tone, "It's a pity that time is tight and I don't have the opportunity to go to Wano Country. Otherwise, if the guy who continuously frustrated the Adjudication Division died in

In our hands, I think it will be a good bargaining chip for the big figures in many countries who choose to wait and see in this world conference, right?"

"Commander, what should we do now?" Deputy Commander Negan asked.

"Let's wait for a while."

Charles' expression returned to normal and he said calmly, "We are just 'seeders'. When we can take root depends on God's will in June and the results of the Western Army operating in Beijing south of the Bama Canal."

Having said this, he paused and thought of the old man named Dalton Stafford who was in the conference room just now, and said in a faint tone:

"But before that, I think some people in this country need to learn what the most basic respect is."

Five o'clock in the evening.

United States of Tagos,

Mae Che Thia International Airport.

When Higashinohara woke up, his eyes happened to reflect the delicate profile of Kaguya from the Phoenix Institute who was sitting not far from him. His eyes were slightly lowered and closed, and his eyelashes were like the gentle waves on the water of the lake.

Trembling willow branches.

At this time, Phoenix-in Kaguya seems to have lost the aura of a lady holding a gilded folding fan, and looks more like an ordinary girl.

Suddenly, as if he noticed Higashinohara's gaze, the corners of Hohoin Kaguya's eyes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, meeting Higashinohara's gaze.

Just at this moment, the warm announcement from the flight attendant came to my ears.
To be continued...