The Dragon of Infinite Evolution

"His Excellency Grand Duke Jon, the Supreme Leader of Stasi!"

McCarthy asked the guards to push away the running crowd, and shouted in the direction of Grand Duke Jon: "I came back from the front line to guard Dean City with you! Believe what I said, hold mine tightly. Hand! Lord Jon!"

　　 Grand Duke Jon didn't respond to McCarthy's shout, he just looked at everyone around him with a panic and suspicious expression in the crowd. He knew this time that someone really wanted to kill him instead. This time it was not a suspicion, but an assassination with definite evidence.

　　 He can't believe the officials from far away. He doesn't believe in Cyrobart. Even McCarthy and Karl beside him can't believe it anymore. So he can only sit in place, waiting to tell who is loyal to him.

　　 And in the bottom of his heart, a brutal nameless fire has been ignited, and as a national leader, Grand Duke Jon obviously has a character that must be revenge in his bones.

"Let him come over! Ennusco! Come here with McCarthy!" Burned by this flame of hatred, Grand Duke Jon was furious. He suddenly spoke and shouted into the distance: "Today I want to see , Who would dare to challenge my Grand Duke Jon! Dare to challenge me in Dean City!"

If on the basis of the original rule, any political force that provokes Duke Jon may be easily crushed and obliterated, because after all, Duke Jon of this period can be said to be the current history of Stasi. The leader with the most comprehensive control.

　　 His minions permeate every corner of Stasi, they are like neurons in this huge country, impenetrable.

But now, at this moment, Grand Duke Jon felt the weakening of his ruling power, and felt the opponents who dared not look up at him in the past. At this moment, he can't wait to pick them out and prepare to come on his chest. Last cut.

　　 "Let me conduct a thorough investigation! Every major city in the rear must self-inspect and submit their review report to me! Set up a special wartime supervision committee to supervise the words and deeds of all officials and soldiers!"

　　 Grand Duke Jon was in his office, annoyed and furious about the reception ceremony that had become the scene of the massacre. He yelled loudly and slapped the desk with all his strength in front of McCarthy and Carl.

　　 "His Excellency Grand Duke Jon, the Supreme Leader of Stasi! We are already doing this...Even now, there are too many provinces and cities that need to be verified repeatedly. We are short of manpower and time..."

　　 A man is wiping the sweat off his head while reporting. He can be regarded as a high-ranking official of Stasi, the kind that can barely be described as powerful.

　　 But now because the front line is getting tighter, he can now be described as a phoenix that is not as good as a chicken.

　　 "Asshole! What do you use the power I gave you to do? The person who asked you to give me immediate control of all uncooperative officials and soldiers! If you encounter resistance, I will be executed immediately!"

　　 Grand Duke Jon didn't seem to think about when it was, he was just unilaterally venting his inner anger.

　　 "General McCarthy, this..."

This mediocre and incompetent person can only be regarded as a hapless person selected after being restrained by many parties. In order not to affect the overall situation during the war, and to gradually dilute the adverse effects of the Great Purge, Grand Duke Jon deliberately chose this A person who can do nothing puts an end to his great purge.

　　 But in this extraordinary period, the disadvantage of this mediocrity has been highlighted. He has no ability to continue to control the densely-covered cities in the hinterland of Jon under the chaotic war situation.

　　 "His Excellency Jon."

McCarthy had to bite the bullet and stand up and persuade Grand Duke Jon for the current situation: "Now the war situation has been very unfavorable for us. If the rear is unrest at this time, we will lose the war completely. ...But we can't lose this war, can we?"

After he finished speaking, he slanted his eyes and gave Carl who was standing next to him a wink. After all, they are now tied to the same ship. If the ship capsizes, neither of them can escape. Fate swallowed by waves. Carl beside him obviously saw McCarthy's eyes, so he had to bite the bullet and take a step forward.

Carl lowered his head and spoke in a hesitant tone as well: "His Excellency Grand Duke Jon, the Supreme Leader of Stasi, the army can't mess up right now. If you rush in for investigation, it may be a few hours later, Falkenridge. Army tanks will be able to drive into the Grand Ducal Palace in Dean City."

The defense commander of Dean City tried his best to keep his voice down, because in the station bombing that happened just now, he also committed a very serious crime of negligence. If Grand Duke Jon is really pursued, the first one may be dropped. The person with the head is probably Karl.

　　 But at this time he had to stand up with McCarthy, because if he didn't do this, his hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Dean City defensive cluster would lose all their combat power within today.

　　 Grand Duke Jon looked at the two generals who had just been believed to be loyal, and the anger in his heart was still hard to extinguish. He was unwilling to let these two powerful generals back their hands, so he could only vent his dissatisfaction with the officials in the distant rear: "You are right, the Dean City theater should reduce the scope of investigation and don't ask easily. Responsible for grassroots officers."

However, when he said this, the style of speech immediately changed. He changed from a slow and peaceful tone, gritted his teeth and said: "However, I want to thoroughly investigate the bureaucrats in the rear. They are dragging the Patriotic War. Hind legs, they are treason!"

　　 McCarthy and Carl exchanged glances in private, knowing that Grand Duke Jon must have a channel to vent, otherwise they will be very uncomfortable in their future work. So the two of them tacitly gave up their plan to persuade them, just bowed their heads and stopped talking.

　　 The few remaining troops in the city of Stasi Dean can no longer withstand the toss of strong winds and waves, and these individuals here are all preparing to rely on such a troop to turn over.

　　 So the two people did not talk about it and asked Grand Duke Jon to give an order to rectify the city officials in the rear. This may be a good thing for them. After Grand Duke Jon consolidates his power, the rear production and transportation may become better.

　　……

　　Serobat, several nobles are discussing with the officers and the representatives of the people in the factory. They point their hands in the direction of the city of Dean from time to time, verbally complaining and **** at each other.

　　 "Where did you find two such idiots? If you rely on this kind of person to kill Grand Duke Jon, he would be dead already."

　　 A young Officer Stasi complained helplessly with the two officials responsible for the plan to assassinate Grand Duke Jon. This time the failure of the operation made him feel extremely pressure.

　　 If it is placed two years ago, then it is possible that this kind of action plan may be killed during the planning stage. They would hang their whole family in a small square for treason, and then hang a banner full of crimes and hang it there for several days.

"Joke, this kind of thing, do you think we can pick and choose the right person to do it?" An official stared at this accomplice from the military, and retorted with some hatred of iron and steel: "There must be certain Identity and willingness to implement this kind of action plan. They are government officials, not well-trained killers!"

　　 "Okay, okay! What use is there to blame each other at this time?"

　　 An old man with his hands on his back frowned, scolded the two quarreling people, and then looked at a male dwarf who looked a little rustic in work clothes beside him. After pondering it, he asked, "Mr. Larukmay, what do you think of this matter?"

This popular representative who had some reputation in Cyrobat, who claimed to be La Rukhme to the outside world, actually laughed at the man whose real name is Pulit, and then replied: "We are just fighting for the last chance for Stasi That's all, failure is expected. As long as we make efforts, if Falkenrich really defeats Stasi in the future, we will have our place, right?"

　　This Pulitzer is the dwarf member of Abyss Nova. In fact, before joining Abyss Nova, he was indeed a native of Cyrobat. And this assassination, it was him who kept in secret with Hoy, which indirectly promoted the big explosion in Dean City.

"Well said, gentlemen! Even if we fail now, the fact that Falkenridge will occupy Dean City will not change, because they still have some means they have not used-Grand Duke Jon is finished, this fact will not change."

The old man calmly summed up to the direct descendants around him: “Don’t panic, we are the other voice of the future Stasi’s country. As long as Falkenridge helps us kill Grand Duke Jon, then we can help this. Country, continue to play!"

　　 Suddenly a loud noise came from outside the door~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then a group of heavily armed soldiers stood on both sides of the corridor, guarding this place without saying a word. An officer walked into the room with two deputies, then smiled and looked at everyone present.

He carried his hands on his back, his gaze swept across the faces of everyone in the room, and then with a slight smile, he said to himself: "Maybe you don’t know that the family of the dead in the Dean City bombing has already They were executed secretly. They confessed a lot of things before the provisional. For example, they mentioned several officials and soldiers of Cyrobat many times."

"This is nothing worth keeping secret. If you want to contact multiple times and plan this kind of action, you must contact multiple times... Through various channels, intelligence agencies can easily find here." He vowed. With these, it seemed to have nothing to do with everyone in the house.

　　 The old man looked at the officer who walked into the room with no expression on his face: "Maybe, maybe we are confident, so we are not afraid of someone investigating this matter?"

　　 When he spoke, he still maintained a calm tone, which calmed everyone present. And after he finished speaking, he continued to speak and asked a sentence that made everyone very nervous: "Then, what are you doing here when you come here?"

　　 "Oh, it's like this-half an hour ago, I received the order from Lord Jon to come and arrest everyone here."

　　 The officer still had his hands behind his back with a slight smile, but he said something that shocked everyone in the room. 8)