MTL - Light Spirit Epic-Chapter 3067 The Final Storm (9)

The mechanical warehouse that housed the cavalry was originally dark, but the indoor light source was quickly turned on. A group of people also appeared in front of Bediwell and Sherchard, all old faces that Bediwell was familiar with.

"Preston." Bediwell looked at the leader of the rebel army, feeling no stranger. Then he glanced at the woman on the side, "And the leader of the railway, Desemona. It's rare that you all meet together in one place."

"Please forgive our abruptness," Preston said: "We are currently in a very special period. During this period we have to face unprecedented disasters and an unprecedented huge opportunity. We originally planned to Mr. Silverwing Geek was also asked to help and participated in this project. However, Silver Gecko was not in Cairo, so he could only ask Captain Bediwell to help."

"Disaster...opportunity...what are you talking about?" Bediwell was confused, and then he suddenly remembered something: "Could it be that you already know about the [Storm]?"

"I know. Great Britain has already sent a letter to Egypt this morning to discuss the evacuation. We naturally intercepted the encrypted information." Desemona continued: "The huge photon storm of unknown origin is about to cross the Mediterranean Sea. , Destroy the entire Cairo, right?"

The werewolf youth sighed: "Exactly. Has the Egyptian ** started preparing for the people's refuge?"

"No." Sheryl Chad said, "All the important officials of the Communist Party of China have taken refuge in the underground refuge in Cairo. The refuge is buried deep underground and can resist the damage of the twelfth typhoon. The officials probably will. Survive in this disaster. However, the size of the underground shelter is limited. It is already the limit to accommodate officials and their relatives. There are about seven million civilians who have nowhere to stay. And the ** is to prevent riots. , No asylum notice was issued at all."

"My God..." Bediville was stunned: "Are they crazy? If that storm approaches Cairo, millions of people will be killed! Just the first tsunami is enough to wipe out the entire city! How? You can prevent people from taking refuge!"

"Evacuation also requires the mobilization of huge human, material and financial resources. The Egyptian government is currently unable to move people throughout the city in a short period of time." A voice sounded from a distance, and another person walked in outside the mechanical warehouse, a handsome man. young people.

"His Royal Highness." Bediveville nodded to Prince Said.

"Yeah." The prince waved briefly, and then said: "Originally, the Egyptian government should at least try to evacuate the people, giving priority to the transfer of women and children from Cairo. But they did not do this. They just sneaked to the upper class nobles. Announce news with the rich and let the rich go first. Because of the news blockade, the middle and lower classes in Cairo’s society knew nothing about the storm, and they lived their ordinary days safely. If [storm] hits, the most Those who suffer first are the middle and lower classes of society."

Cao Jian Human Life—Bidiwell could not help but pop up such a word in his mind. Then he glanced back and forth at Preston, Desmond, and Prince Said, and he realized the seriousness of the matter.

"The lives of people at the bottom of society are also lives, and we can't just leave them alone." Rebel leader Preston said: "So, it's time to do something."

"Aren't you planning to... launch a revolution?" Bediveville said suspiciously, even afraid that his words would come true when he said it.

"It is very correct, Mr. Bediwell." Preston said: "The rebels will seize the power of Egypt in one breath and establish a new army within today. Then we will issue an evacuation order and use Egypt* *The six super-giant aircraft carriers that could have been used to evacuate the people from Luo along the waterway."

Bediwell's expression suddenly became deeper: "Can this kind of thing be done?"

"With your help, it can be done." The rebel leader replied: "The storm will blow across Egypt. Almost no city is absolutely safe. So almost all the political figures in Egypt are concentrated in the underground of Cairo. In the refuge. And we plan to attack that refuge. As long as we take it down, we can suppress the original government department."

"The refuge must be heavily guarded and equipped with the most advanced security equipment in the world." The young werewolf speculated: "Would you not attack without a plan?"

"The situation is very urgent, so this is an improvised plan. But the other party is also the same. The group of politicians learned about [Storm] and hurriedly hid in the refuge, and the refuge was also quite chaotic. "Preston analyzed: "We are now in a race against time. It depends on whether our offense is prepared first, or their defense facilities are fully online first."

"The railway will be responsible for hacking their facilities." Desemona on the side said: "While their security system is not fully online, it is enough for our hackers to break. We will be responsible for paralyzing their security facilities, please do not worry."

"But why?" The young werewolf looked at the middle-aged woman who looked a bit like Vivienne and asked: "Isn't the railway only responsible for fighting the academy and dealing with the artificial people sent by the academy?"

"Good question." Desmonda flicked the cigarette in her hand and said with a wry smile: "You must know that most of the Egyptian dignitaries have been replaced by the academy's robots. Their regime is the academy's shadow regime."

The young werewolf took a breath and just inhaled the second-hand smoke that Desemona had exhaled, so he coughed.

"Sorry." The woman squeezed out the cigarette butt: "I won't lie to you about this. Your friend desperately retrieved the information from GreenTech's underground, and also recorded the Egyptian dignitaries who were replaced. All are well documented. "

"The information finally fell into the hands of Great Britain." Bediwell hummed: "In order not to affect the relationship between the two countries, Arthur chose to leave it alone..."

"Very correct approach. If I were the king of Great Britain, I would choose to do so. But now—" Desmonda lit up another cigarette (Is it endless?) and continued: "The point is A regime controlled by artificial humans actually wants to save itself by sacrificing a large number of humans. This kind of thing is absolutely impossible for railways. We must destroy it at all costs."

Bedyville looked at Desmonda silently, as if waiting for her to say something.

"...The beautiful words are like this." Sure enough, she continued: "But in fact, our railway also had to seek help from the rebels to make some huge device. A device that allows us to enter the academy. "

"What? Have you found the position of the academy?!" The werewolf youth was overjoyed.

"By analyzing the stalker's chip, yes, I found it." Desemona fiddled with a watch-like device on her left arm and projected a holographic screen from it: "But it's useless to find it, the base camp of the college. Not on this planet. It's on the back of the moon..."

"You must be joking with me." Bediwell looked at the jet-black space base hidden in the crater on the screen: "God... how did they do it? There was no [Great Storm]. Blockade, can all ships leave the earth?"

auzw.com" Obviously, some kind of teleportation technology was used to forcibly teleport golems or cyborgs to the moon, then establish bases and teleportation devices there, and finally pass the academy’s personnel there." The chief of the railway replied: "It is conceivable how many experimental products have been sacrificed to make their plan successful."

"Set aside the affairs of the academy." Preston urged: "Now we will deal with the affairs of Egypt."

"Indeed." Desmonda turned off the holographic screen: "If the revolution fails, we will all sacrifice, and there will be no next step. At that time, the academy will have won. So please treat this as us The first battle against the academy. Anyway, this is a difficulty that we must cross domains anyway. If we don’t succeed, we will be benevolent."

"So, Captain Bediwell, do you want to fight with us or turn around and leave?" Preston also asked: "We are only asking Miss Sherlockard to bring you here. Do you want to join the battle? According to your personal opinion, we will not force you. It is not too late to quit now. If you quit, we will send you back to Cairo intact. I just ask you not to tell us about our plan; and if you decide to join, So comrades, let's fight together."

"Give me ten minutes to think about it. I have something to talk to Sherchard alone." Bediwell said without emotion.

"Yes. In these ten minutes, we will prepare our own battle, and we won't disturb you anymore." Preston and Desemona left together.

While Prince Said was about to leave, Bediville asked: "Why are you here, Your Highness?"

"The newly established regime needs a political representative, and I was invited here, with the blood of the ancient Egyptian royal family." The prince replied: "I actually don't approve of this method of violent revolution. But now things are urgent. It is true that an efficient new regime is needed to save the people at the bottom. Therefore, even if I am just a puppet king with no actual regime in hand, I will stand up as a symbol of the new regime."

Bediwell asked with a serious face: "You may be criticized by later generations as a thief, a traitor, a restorer of the throne, a tyrant. You may be subject to all kinds of criticism. They may use you as a political tool. Until you have no use of value....Is it okay even then?"

"I don't care." Prince Said's answer was very firm, and his voice was as clear and transparent as his heart: "I don't care about fame or power. I only care about how many innocent people can be saved by this action today. People. No matter how much the later generations scolded me, I don’t care. I have no shame at this moment. I think that’s fine."

Bediwell's solemn expression relaxed slightly.

"If the storm is successfully stopped by the Knights of the Round Table, none of these disasters will happen, and there will be no casualties?" asked the young werewolf again.

"Even so, you can never take the lives of the people at risk." Prince Said replied: "The people are the foundation of this country. When the current Egyptian ** gave up protecting their own people, they had already lost. Qualified to continue to govern. Therefore, I will not regret pulling them down."

"Very good. Then do what you think is right, Your Royal Highness." Bediville said softly: "If conditions permit, you will definitely become a wise king."

Prince Said showed only a slight reaction to Bedeville's slip of the tongue. He nodded and turned away calmly.

"How did you detect it?" asked the Snow Lion Maiden when Bediwell and Sherchard were left in the mechanical warehouse.

"It's very simple. A woman has a wider disc." Bediwell hummed: "She is not suitable for tights. She usually wears a loose robe, which may be able to hide well. But today I wear it like this for easy mobility. Just show it off."

"...You can tell by just observing your body shape?" Sheryl Chad narrowed his eyes. "Your eyesight is too terrible, right."

"Of course there are others. She and Seefer walked very close before. At that time I noticed the unusual feelings between them." Bediville said: "It's a pity. One is a nobleman, the other Is one a humble orc."

He turned to look at Sherylchard, and began to show a little angry expression: "You actually brought me to this place to participate in your [revolution]. This joke is too big, Sherylchard ?"

"No one is joking with you. I am only responsible for bringing you here. It is your own freedom to join the revolution. Just as I have fulfilled my promise, you have fulfilled your promise. Ou’s relics will be handed to you, and we will do what we say."

"Egypt** did not notify the Sphinx Consortium to take refuge, right?" Bediville changed his words: "Fortunately, you have learned about this through other channels and started preparing. But you still can't forgive you for wanting to give up. Regardless of the sphinx consortium, Egypt **."

"I can't hide anything from you..." The Snow Lion Girl closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of relief: "You never know how deeply the human country discriminates against the orcs. Even the old Sphinx For a capable person, his kingdom was not built in one day. I watched him for a long time by his side. The bricks and mortars of the Cairo Hotel and the Grand Casino are all his painstaking efforts.

We all support each other and have experienced countless setbacks to achieve today's achievements. Words can never describe the hardships of this process. Even if I use all my verbal talents to try to express, I am afraid that even one part of the hardships will not be enough.

If the storm is going to destroy all of this, it is a natural disaster and force majeure. I will not have a word of complaint, but I can only sigh that fate is making people.

But if it is a man-made disaster to destroy all of this, if the Egyptian government plans to destroy my hotel by closing information, killing precious employees and friends--"

Sherylchard paused, and there was a great anger burning quietly in his eyes, both fierce and unwavering.

"——I will definitely want them to pay back a hundred times, so that they feel more terrible pain than death.

Seeing such an angry Snow Lion Maiden, Bediwell finally made up his mind.

"You are correct, Sherlockard. You just want to protect your property, your friends, and your family." He said, "Let me intervene in this matter. It's not because I pity you. Or I want to please you. I also know many people in the Sphinx Foundation and have been taken care of by you. Your friends are my friends, and your family is my family. I will definitely protect you. No way. I will definitely fight with you."

"Captain Bediwell..."

"Just call me Brady." The young werewolf smiled and said: "From this moment on, we are comrades-in-arms."