Chapter 210 Pompeii, Assassin's Guild

"Snapped."

Bai Mo clapped his hands, pretended to be curious, and asked.

"Okay, what do you think about System Wing?"

"It's very useful." said a boy with light gray hair.

"Yes, it's very convenient, just like having an extra hand."

"No need for a cell phone for me, in the future era."

Cyberpunk 2077 or Night City, what's appearing now is similar.

Bai Mo nodded slightly, recorded the answers in his system wing-related report content, and then handed it over to his superior.

"Okay, over the next period of time, I will regularly ask for your suggestions on the use of the system wings."

"The class will begin now. The first lesson is about the relationship between law and the state."

While Bai Mo was teaching them, the world was changing quietly and silently.

The wind from America blew away the peace around the world, and the struggle between the two global economies led to changes in the world pattern.

The mixed-race groups in North America and the old mixed-race families in Europe are like the old times representing classicism and elegance and the modern times representing the industrial future.

Iraq, no, it should be said that Iraq’s neighbor in the Middle East is quietly changing.

The world is like a chessboard with intertwined threads. The slightest disturbance in every position, driven by different people's desire for profit, will cause the storm to grow bigger and bigger, and will eventually bring unimaginable storms.

Fruit sales in America are quite good, with bananas being particularly popular. So what will happen next?
The answer is that when the domestic interests cannot be satisfied, the knife is pointed abroad, and those countries that are suitable for growing bananas and have a superior geographical location are targeted by the fruit alliance.

The negotiations began, but the results were unsatisfactory, so a standard set of moves followed the conflict.

- Incitement, guidance, provocation, support, opposition, contradiction and conflict... everything that can be thought of, the most despicable and unscrupulous aspects of human nature, are used.

The process was accompanied by bloodshed, and the result was that they had to rely on America to survive.

The reality that is happening is the same as what happened between humans thousands of years ago. It is all because of the "conflict" between fists and interests, and nothing has changed.

Now, with the rift between the mixed-race family interest groups in America and Europe, Israel, the thorn in the Middle East, has also taken action.

For the benefit of their country, they ignited the few peaceful moments here.

"Oil, the blood of modern industry, what a nice word."

In the ancient castle, Pompey crossed his legs and looked at the silver-gray masked man with a hood in front of him.

"You need me to turn the situation back to the beginning."

Pompey clasped his hands together and placed them on the large table.

“But what did you pay for it?”

"What do you need?" The masked man made a mechanical voice, without any emotion, like a cold block of iron.

Pompey nodded, with the corners of his mouth raised like a seasoned fox.

As an excellent chess player, when the situation on the chessboard could no longer be seen clearly, he did not hesitate to cooperate with Angers while also cooperating with others to seek new paths.

"I want you to help pull the Gattuso family out and put an end to what is going on now."

"That's impossible." The masked man directly rejected Pompey's request.

The request sounds reasonable. It would cost little to pull the Gattuso family out when they have been trampled into the mud, because the North American Half-Blood Alliance itself has already been cracked in the struggle between the Donkey Party and the Elephant Party.

It seems that as long as some cost is invested, the Gattuso family can be pulled out.

But this means that the people behind him and the Gattuso family are completely tied to the same chariot.

"Change your request."

Pompey said directly: "I want the dragon bones of the King of Bronze and Fire."

"Anger and you have reached a contract."

"Yes, but he didn't specify the time, and he is very difficult to deal with." Pompey took a deep breath.

Ange holds the secrets of Kassel Academy. Apart from him, no one knows what secrets the Lionheart Society has left behind that are not recorded in paper documents or online data.

The masked man was silent for a moment, then said, "I can agree, but only halfway."

"Half, I need all."

“It’s too costly.”

"I can pay for the rest."

"What?" Pompey picked up a suitcase beside him and pushed it to the masked man.

The masked man opened the contents and inside the suitcase was a stack of papers.

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"Okay." The masked man didn't continue reading and gave a direct answer.

"Okay, what about the Gattuso family?"

"The price is not enough."

Pompey turned his wrist and tapped the table with his hand.

"A favor?"

"...How you want to do it determines the price you pay."

"I don't need the Gattuso family to go back to the beginning, I just need to pull them all down."

As for what consequences this would cause, Pompey had already anticipated it.

The masked man nodded, then stood up and left.

"Can your Assassin's Guild post commissions?"

Pompey asked before the masked man was about to leave.

The masked man stopped.

"Of course, you are a certified member of the guild."

"Very well, I need you to kill someone."

"Kill someone."

Pompeii took a deep breath and replied, "Jörmungandr, the Dragon King of the Earth and Mountains."

"Location."

“It’s located in Beijing.”

“…”The masked man was silent.

Kill the king of earth and mountain, but do it in the nation's capital.

You are really courting death!
There is no doubt that when the masked man's actions are exposed, the Assassin's Guild will definitely be treated as terrorists like Bin Laden, and their favorability will be almost forced to the lowest negative value. It will be a battle without compromise.

"It can't be done."

The masked man refused the mission.

Pompey was not surprised. After all, he himself had no intention of going there in person. If he was really angry, under the Dead Hand System, a world nuclear war would break out.

After a little thought, Pompey proposed a new assassination.

"Kill Herzog."

"Place."

"Japan."

"Okay, come back and collect the money after the commission is completed."

"What's the deposit?"

"Someone will come to talk to you in detail."

After a brief exchange, the masked man left with the box.

Pompey picked up the wine beside him, unscrewed the lid, and drank it casually.

He had encountered the current situation before. At that time, the Dragon Kings in the world were killed by humans again and again, and the dragon-slaying heroes took it as an honor to defeat the dragons.

At that time, Pompeii made a decision that went against his ancestors and joined the human group.

Because of this incident, Pompeii is now accustomed to this solution, instead of violently fighting against the world like the King of Bronze and Fire.

"I wonder how my brothers and sisters are going to deal with this new era." While drinking, Pompeii's eyes flashed with gilded dragon pupils from time to time.

Pompeii hummed a song, as if chanting an ancient story.

I stood upon the Ivory Tower
As far as I could see
The winds that grew from out of the trees were calling out to me
Curtains blew in the Ivory Tower
Willows start to bend
The ravens flew to escape the fury as the storm descends
I followed fortune 'round the tower
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(End of this chapter)