[Slow Wear] Assassin System

target one

In the dim light, Mikhail leaned forward slightly against the light, and the dim light traced his outline. The dim light made his ice-blue eyes brighter and clearer, and even showed a faint luster. At first glance, it gives people an illusion of whiteness, but it looks like thin ice and snow.

It was probably a disguise. Mikhail tied his black hair into a small knot behind his head. Compared with his usual image, this time he looked a little more unruly and youthful, as if he was really on the Moscow Star. students studying.

"Stop joking, Mikhail..." Miao Xuan was helpless, "You know, it's impossible."

Mikhail accepted it as soon as he saw it. He just smiled, retracted his hand and put it in his pocket: "I hope you can find a more reasonable excuse next time... let's go, find a place to have a drink, you can tell me what you want What do you want?"

The two walked out of the alley side by side, and the lights on the street illuminated the snow. The snow was piled up on the eaves and roadsides where there were few people.

Mikhail's eyes are also like these snowdrifts, reflecting the warm orange and orange in the window by the street.

Miao Xuan also put his hand into his pocket, and dialed Kun Kun by the way. The little thing didn't know that it had exposed its owner, so it flipped over on its own, and stuck it softly in the pocket.

"The end of this month is the coming-of-age ceremony of the Prince of Moscow. At that time, the Kremlin will hold a banquet for the whole society. I want to get an invitation letter. I don't need a high-end partition, just need to be able to enter the venue."

Mikhail asked: "As you are a wanted criminal?"

Miao Xuan assured: "I have to confirm some things. I can make sure that I will not take any inappropriate actions this time. My purpose is to collect intelligence."

The deal between Xuan'an and his son and Snow Wolf was either eighty or one hundred. Of course Mikhail believed in Xuanxin's guarantee, but these were not what he cared about. What he really cared about was the reason why Xuanxin was wanted.

"Then the last time." Mikhail said softly, "During your escort, what happened?"

Miao Xuan was silent for a moment.

He knew what Mikhail wanted to ask. No one would believe that "accidentally played with the pure desire of the noble young master". Mikhail's "last time" was entirely out of their friendship. Caring, if Miao Xuan refuses, he will not ask again from a personal standpoint.

In fact, it’s not impossible to tell Misha... Miao Xuan was eager to think, this life experience made him very eager to spread the word, not for profit, but out of an instinct for fear of chaos in the world—ah, Han Xin is really a sinner man.

But it's a big deal, and if he dares to say it, his father can knock his head off.

Miao Xuan made an inappropriate joke: "Just pretend that I want to see the Prince and Empress of Moscow."

The two had already walked into the busiest commercial area, and Mikhail led Miao Xuan through the complicated shops familiarly: "Not bad ideal...Olga I is indeed a powerful emperor."

Today seems to be a holiday, but after nightfall, there are more people on the street. People come and go in pairs, and there is a warm and sweet smell in the air, reminiscent of candy.

Mikhail pushed open a black door and said to Miu, "This way."

Miao Xuan followed him: "What holiday is today?"

"This is also Snow Wolf's property, but it's a legal investment, not a contact point." Mikhail didn't answer this question right away. He took Miao Xuan and sat down by the window, where you can clearly see street.

He asked Miao Xuan: "What to drink?"

"Whatever." Miao Xuan looked up at the bar, and asked in surprise, "Does your family still have a serious business?"

This bar looks really normal, with just the right amount of ambiguous light, well-proportioned and private space divisions, overall coordinated decoration and live music, and even the lush flower belts beside the seats are pleasing.

The place fits so well with the atmosphere of the Moscow academy district.

"Snow Wolf has been gradually transforming in recent years. It is estimated that we will be a normal chamber of commerce in three years." Mikhail emphasized the word "normal", "What about you? Where will Mr. Xuan be going to retire in the future?"

After finishing speaking, Mikhail was stunned for a while, and then quickly realized: "The old man is also on Moscow Star, right? You can appear in the capital... Is it a merchant ship from the Dragon Kingdom? No, the merchant ship and the waterway have been in the Martial law—you have set up a mission from the Dragon Kingdom."

Mikhail's keenness surprised Miao Xuan, and he said bluntly: "Yes, my father should return to Dragon Kingdom with the mission, while I stay in Ursas."

Staying alone in Ursas... Mikhail looked at the young man in front of him. Although his face was covered by the corrector, his eyes were still as bright as ever.

Mikhail did not hide his satisfaction with the news: "Since you want to stay here, do you want to find a mercenary group to join?"

"No, I prefer to fly solo." Miao Xuan paused, then smiled, "If I have any intention of partnering, I will come to Xuelang, and then I will be taken in."

The drink was quickly delivered by the omnic, and Miao Xuan was about to praise the speed of the serving, but he didn't expect that what he got was a glass of milk frothed and brown sugar.

Miao Xuan: "..."

Miao Xuan immediately raised his head to look at Mikhail, who was shaking the half-palm-sized wine glass in his hand, with lemon slices inserted on the rim of the glass, and the ice cubes rattled.

Miao Xuan: "Your one is a bar, so why is mine like this...well, a drink before bed?"

Mikhail: "Even if I give you wine, you can't taste it. It's not as good as this double sugar milk, and you are coming to the bar with me now, do you still want to drink the wine that someone else made for you?"

Miao Xuan coughed uncomfortably: "Then what you drink is also..."

"Pure vodka." Mikhail took a sip of the wine, looked at the time scale passing by on the light screen, and pointed out the window, "It's almost time, look."

Miao Xuan really attracted attention. He looked in the direction Mikhail was pointing at. It was a huge billboard with light screens. There are such things on the streets of commercial districts. On the background of warm colors is a pair of The youthful couple were having a snowball fight, but the moment the advertisement was about to pop up, the light screen went black.

The next moment, an arc of light jumped out of the black screen. Behind the bright light, a planet gradually emerged. It was silver-white, and there was only one such unique planet in the Ursus Empire.

Siberia Star, the birthplace of the rebel army.

Then the vision was adjusted to the close-up, the capital of the Siberian star appeared, civilians gathered in the former governor's mansion, the garden was turned into a greenhouse orchard and farmland, the verdicts and frozen corpses of the nobles were hung on the execution platform, and people raised their arms and shouted With the slogan, at first glance, it looks terrifying and harmonious.

At this time, no one would think that this is an advertisement or a tourist promotional film—no, it can also be called an advertisement, but the rebel army placed the advertisement on the commercial street of the capital of Usas during the holidays.

People on the street made horrified sounds, couples hugged each other in panic, and some people stopped to watch with complicated expressions. Shopkeepers tried to close the billboards, but their remote controls failed.

The billboards are still making persistent efforts to promote. After the background is over, Pugachev, the soul of the rebel army, appears next. This is a seemingly reliable and resolute man. preaching.

【The exploited people, you should stand up and resist the brutal Queen Ursus! 】

Miao Xuan was stunned and forgot to drink milk for a while. He looked at Mikhail: "This can't be..."

Mikhail had already drank the liquid in the glass, and he swung the glass with only ice cubes: "Yes, we received the commission,"

The people on the street ran about like a flock of frightened pigeons. Pugachev's short declaration lasted only 1 minute. In this short 1 minute, he attacked Olga I and the dignitaries. Loudly declared that the Empress had no legitimacy and that the real Emperor had been persecuted and exiled.

Immediately afterwards, a young man appeared on the screen. His face was well covered by light and shadow, only his silver-white hair was exposed. This man began to describe himself as the crown prince, claiming that he would be assassinated if he showed up. And reprimanded the empress who stole the throne - he didn't use the empress to call Olga I, he used the words "the woman from the Black Eagle Empire who married us Ursus", "that foreign princess who played power and military affairs", Intimacy and distance are clear.

Miao Xuan: "Wow..."

Fortunately, he was still eager to move in his heart. In terms of playing tricks, the rebel army is the real talent.

The promotional film came to an abrupt end at the climax, and Miao Xuan couldn't tell for a moment whether it was an arranged script or the royal guard finally took action. He held the cup and turned to Mikhail: "That crown prince...really Fake?"

"How could it be real?" Mikhail smiled, "How many people with silver hair and blue face are there in the Ursus galaxy? That's just a counterfeit."

Miao-genuine-Xuan blinked: "Then the genetic evidence mentioned in your intelligence is...?"

Mikhail was a little helpless this time: "They dug Ivan V's grave. We didn't get involved in this matter, and we don't know when they stole it."

Miao Xuan: "..."

Miao Xuan: "Then Snow Wolf...?"

"We will be evacuating after the Prince of Moscow's coming-of-age ceremony." Mikhail didn't make it very clear, he rubbed the glass, "The propaganda of the rebels is just a cornered beast, their destruction is imminent Right now, Snow Wolf will not go with such an organization."

Xuan'an's judgment was correct, Xuelang was just following this opportunity to make a last fortune, the rebel army bloodbathed too many nobles, and had already accumulated a batch of treasures that were not easy to resell, and Xuelang was targeting these stolen money.

I don't know how much the Snow Wolf killed the rebels this time...but their work is worth the price.

Mikhail rubbed the rim of his cold glass: "I will send you the invitation tomorrow. What is the identity of the reporter?"

Miao Xuan drank the drink in one gulp: "Okay, I will exchange it with the pass key of the Moscow-Volga channel."

Mikhail raised his glass to Miaoxuan, the ice cubes had been turned into ice water by the temperature of his palm: "Deal."

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The propaganda of the rebel army caused an uproar on the Moscow star. Who would have thought that a "prince" would appear when the Prince of Moscow was about to come of age. Although the royal family's emergency public relations were in place, the public still talked about it.

In fact, what the rebel army said was not wrong. Although the tragedy of starvation did not exist in the interstellar era, the life of civilians on the residential planet is indeed not so easy, especially when compared with the noble class.

Moreover, Olga I has been keen to expand outward since she ascended the throne. Her talents have achieved gratifying results, and as a price, naturally many soldiers died in battle. This empress deserves the evaluation of "military".

Also because of this unexpected incident, the prince's coming-of-age ceremony at the end of the month has become more important. This time, the public opinion dispute is not only aimed at the rebels, but also means to consolidate the rule again and promote the legitimacy of the emperor.

In such an atmosphere, the end of the month is approaching quietly. This is the coldest time of the year on the Moscow star. It stands to reason that the resident star has an air temperature system, and the temperature and precipitation should be like spring all the year round. The homeland on the planet is a land of ice and snow, so a not-so-cold winter will be specially set up on the planet Moscow to show the national style with snowfall and ice sculptures.

Miao Xuan put on a black overcoat again, got a temporary press card for a student at school, became an intern very honorably, and mixed into the prince's coming-of-age ceremony.

"My identity is the investor of Ice Wolf Enterprise." Mikhail declared to Miao during the phone call, "There will be a banquet after the ceremony, and I will come to you again at that time—this time you did not bring your A space whale, right?"

Miao Xuan lowered his head to check his clothes. Today he was wearing a pair of corrector camouflage glasses. Although they are more bulky, they are enough to handle all facial scanning systems today.

"no problem."

Mikhail: "There will be a spot check of genetic information before the ceremony. Has your gene been entered?"

Miao Xuan: "I can be confused."

The little system had now been drilled into the Kremlin's port, and by the time the ceremony began, all the Kremlin's surveillance vision would be accepted by him.

With this powerful support, it is very convenient for Miao Xuan to hide his identity or expose his escape, and the sense of relief that this system has grown up also arises spontaneously.

The bell of the Cathedral of Notre Dame had already rang at an appropriate time, and the people still in the square suddenly fell silent. Miao Xuan followed at the end of the crowd, calmly allowing the invisible detection to scan his body.

Class differences still exist after all, and only dignitaries and dignitaries can have a place in the hall. Miao Xuan sits in a seat on the square, waiting for the arrival of the queen and prince together with the bustling crowd.

The golden griffins of the royal guard guarded the road that the queen was about to set foot on. Countless flowers were decorated beside the scarlet carpet. A retro carriage landed slowly from the track not far away, and with the opening of the carriage door, Open it, and Miao Xuan heard a gentle prompt from the system:

[Target one, Olga I. 】