The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 277. 277. Pedantry and Madness

In a private house in Shiyin Town, several people carrying black suitcases looked solemn.

On the computer screen on the table, Wan Nianqing was wearing a white research uniform, looked back at them who were sitting tight, and slowly took off the gloves.

"Everything has been explained clearly. You are all experienced people. If you are caught by the Alliance or Interpol, I don't need to say more about what to do."

"The booster devices provided to you are all the latest research results. Although there are some small flaws, they cannot be used for a long time, but they are sufficient for general situations."

Picking up the lemonade and taking a sip, Wan Nianqing held her chin and looked at everyone: "After tonight, I won't contact you unless necessary. The action time is Sunday. Now, if you have any questions, please."

Several people looked at each other hesitantly, and a person who seemed to be the leader of the team asked.

"I wonder, is this operation really necessary?"

The smile on Wan Nianqing's face remained unchanged, and he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table: "You don't think it's necessary?"

The leader swallowed, and decided to go all out.

"Yangxin City is Sirona's territory, and she is active locally. This is the place with the largest flow of people from Sinnoh. The Interpol is resident, and the alliance is densely guarded. Their elves are well-trained. Once it is as speculated by other people in the organization, they will be targeted..."

"I don't mean to doubt the organization's decision-making. I'm just curious. Is it really necessary to use such a lineup to save two abandoned children who are of no use to the organization?"

"They are neither researchers with data nor high-level executives with organizational secrets. They are completely marginal people. Please forgive me for not understanding the meaning of this action."

Wan Nianqing clapped her hands after listening.

Everyone looked at each other.

"I heard from Mira that the elite you cultivated, my opinion of the elite has always been that they can fight, but their brains are not good, but you look pretty good."

"Indeed, they are just two fringe people who have no effect on the organization and don't have any secrets. It can even be said that they are just two cannon fodder specially recruited by the organization."

The leader clenched his fists and was about to say something, but then calmed down. He wanted to hear what Wan Nianqing wanted to do.

"We all know they are cannon fodder, you say... do the Alliance and Interpol know?"

The leader was stunned: "But you call that person yourself and ask him to hold Sirona back."

Wan Nianqing snorted coldly: "Do you think that I was at a disadvantage last time?"

"Don't dare."

"You're not the only one in the organization who thinks this way, don't hide it." Wan Nianqing seemed indifferent, "A bunch of scary stories, a dying person who was sent back, I admit, I really don't understand what kind of person he is, and I even feel scared instinctively."

"But it doesn't matter, as long as I know he is not a fool. He is very smart and knows that his greatest value lies in his close relationship with the champion, so he threw out a sweet to me at that time, and I was indeed attracted by this sweet."

Wan Nianqing drank up the lemonade, shaking the cup.

"When did you have the illusion that I couldn't solve Luther?"

The glass fell to the ground, and the crisp sound made everyone tremble.

"A lunatic has no value to me. As long as I think about it, it only takes a lot of effort to solve him. He can negotiate the price with me alive and well because he can really help me win the championship."

"A corpse and a bunch of stories are indeed scary enough, but they are just scary. There is no use value, so what if it is scary?"

"He wants to take revenge on me? Hahahahaha, where is he going to take revenge on me?" Wan Nianqing smiled arrogantly, "Oleander hates me to the bone, has she found me?"

The leader was sweating coldly, and asked doubtfully, "Is Luther one of us?"

Wan Nianqing looked at the leader with displeasure: "I just said that you have brains, but now you don't have any?"

"People know better than you that what he shows is to make us feel that he can cooperate with us, whether it's the performance of madness or the gift, but it's a message that we are all the same."

"What you want in the end is just to survive. If you see through this layer, you can understand the essence of everything he did that day. The bluff is just to achieve the final message-I can help you contain the champion."

The leader felt that he understood a little bit, hesitated, and decided to ask further.

"But you're still testing him?"

Wan Nianqing glanced at the leader: "Do you think I'm an encyclopedia?"

The leader shook his head in fear.

"You should know, let me make it clear. It's stupid not to spread the deeds related to him in the organization."

"Prepare your tools, I will repeat your mission again, let the alliance think that we really need those two people."

Wan Nianqing directly cut off the communication.

Under the dim light, Wan Nianqing sighed helplessly.

20 years of lurking, smooth operation, continuous funding, successful infiltration, just for a thunderous blow.

But what is this now?
The new blood in the entire team has no idea of ​​the purpose of the establishment of the mob. They only come for power, but they have never been attracted by the philosophy of the organization itself.

The group of old men on the head are getting old, and none of the original think tanks can keep up with the times, but when it comes to me, only Mira can keep up with her own rhythm.

The group of people trained by Mira is already elite, but even so, even understanding a combat intention requires repeated explanations.

Is it so incomprehensible to give the alliance a smoke bomb?
Is it a very deep strategy?

Such a decision has to go through two summit meetings, and all the leaders can gather to make a decision.

It took another whole week for the leaders to gather. For this week's delay, Wan Nianqing's plan almost fell through, but the old leaders only had one sentence.

"That's the rule."

When will this stubborn thinking like primitive people be changed?

Now that communication is so developed, why should we keep this retro way of making decisions offline in the form of round table conferences?

Is he good for anything other than looking good?
Wan Nianqing picked up the book on the table, slammed it on the ground, and stomped on it.

"Trash, reckless, pedantic, ignorant fools, a group of stinky old men who think they control the times. It's not that you have a high starting point, you don't even have the qualifications to infiltrate the alliance!"

With every foot, Wan Nianqing felt that he was stepping on the faces of those old leaders.

After struggling to vent, there was endless emptiness. He slowly sat on the stool, looking up at the wall lamp that gave off a faint light.

"The alliance has Sirona, A'Du, Adek, and Karunai..."

"Hahahahahaha, I only have the booster, only Mira, and a bunch of pedantic old men!"

Heavy panting echoed in the secret room, and a crazy idea popped up.

He appeared in Wan Nianqing's mind more than once, but never like this time.

The lingering thoughts convinced Wan Nianqing that this was what she desperately needed.

"The rabble should be led by better people."

　There will be more updates in the future, in order to let you see more coherently.

　　What happened last night made me understand a little bit. Only by writing more things clearly can you better understand my original intention.

　　No matter how precise the wording is, it may be missed. It can only be better if the details are accompanied by explanations.

　　It can be regarded as the first time I wrote literature.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)