Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

"This……"

"This is an ancient massage that relaxes muscles and joints," Chen Zhou explained.

Ahmoni, who always felt that this was not a serious massage, said, "You are the leader's man. This is not good."

"I am fine."

There is no need to say much about Ahmoni's figure, it is not uncomfortable at all.

"A cadre like you from Shenchi, who travels extensively, has stiff muscles and poor blood circulation, and you need this kind of traditional massage."

Chen Zhou, who cares about the future of his subordinates, said seriously.

Then, while squeezing it, he called Abbrana.

"Xiao Ai, Xiao Ai, are you there?"

"?" A question mark slowly appeared in the communicator.

"I'm the man you've been searching for, but I'm certainly not the Iron Duke. I'm in the banquet hall now. You still have the zombie army, right? Move them over and let them die again."

"Chen Zhou?"

"Is it me? Deep Pool's plan is to light a fire that will be visible to all of Victoria? I'll help you, but only if you obey me."

Listening to the leader's voice and feeling his wandering hands, Ahmoni inexplicably developed a strong sense of excitement, as if she was cheating on her leader. She blushed and stretched out her weak hands to cover her mouth.

"Huh..." Abrana laughed in the communicator, then was silent for a moment before asking, "Why?"

We're all Drake, so why should you be on top? Why should I accept your leadership?

"You should have seen those leaflets flying all over the sky, right? The difference between you and me is that your plan will ultimately be classified as a military exercise accident. I can spread it to all the countries in Terra and completely expose Victoria's hypocrisy."

"Why?" A sudden yet curious and cold voice came from the other end of the communicator.

Ravshini?

"Because I have my own mouthpiece and my own media. As a fellow Draco, I will obey you, Abbrana."

Hearing the gentle yet domineering words at the end, Abrana froze in place.

Judging from the newspapers I collected before, that fellow Drake is quite handsome and powerful. He can be said to be the only candidate to continue the Drake race.

As the final Draco, her earlier plan was that her fellow tribesmen would be responsible for her beauty while she would make money and conquer the world.

The process of two people meeting should be: arrival - joy - longing - love - reproduction - reproduction - reproduction... satisfaction - continuation - cycle - cycle - cycle...

Why do I feel like my wife’s authority is weakening now?

Because of the long silence, when I came to my senses, I found that my sister was looking forward to my reaction.

It was as if he wanted to see his sister suffer a setback.

Seeing this, Abbrana said with a cold expression, as if to distance herself from others:

"Let him take it away. Who indulged him?"

Hearing this, Weicao suddenly remembered what he had said to Ahmoni before.

[Wei Cao: My sister said I want to be with that person too. What should I do if we don't get along?]

Ahmoni: If he dares to scold you next time, you should kneel on the bed and not let him sleep to get revenge on him!

[Reed: I see. What if a fight breaks out?]

Ahmoni: If he dares to hit you, you should retaliate by hitting him back with your hips and making his hand hurt!

What Ahmoni said was indeed true. I didn’t expect that my sister would use this method now.

Chen Zhou was very satisfied to hear that Xiao Ai was willing to trust him temporarily.

Very good, I declare Abrana the favorite to be the third princess!

Holding Ahmoni in his arms like a princess, Chen Zhou walked out of the bathroom and placed the female ghost on a chair.

He glanced at the horn and bagpipe that were barely holding on, then walked to the window sill of the banquet hall and glanced down, finding that the garrison had already surrounded the place.

"Listen up, you Tara bastards out there! You're surrounded! Surrender now if you know what's best for you!"

Adjutant Hill took a step forward and spoke into the house with a calm expression.

"It's the garrison!" Horn and Bagpipe looked at each other.

Could it be that the fainting of these people was also a trick of the garrison?

Chapter 8: Strangled!

After waiting for a while, the surrounding garrison became a little confused when they saw no response from inside the house.

Logically speaking, no matter how calm they were, how could those wealthy nobles and businessmen who were full of greed and greed not panic?

But now, there was no sound at all.

"It seems that there is a traitor among the Tara people." Chen Zhou glanced at Horn and Bagpipe with a hint of meaning.

"Why, are you going to find that man and kill him?" Ahmeni asked with interest.

"Yeah, are we going to kill her? A traitor who betrayed her own people?"

Hearing this, Horn, who probably figured out what was going on, turned pale.

The leak of the rally news only reached me at most, but now the garrison has appeared. Most likely, when I received the message, I was already being followed by the garrison.

Hamilton, don't even trust the Victorian Stormtroopers?

"Uncle, don't, don't do this."

After figuring it out, Bagpipe took the initiative to plead for mercy.

Step, step, step...

At this moment, an orderly zombie army stepped onto the battlefield and rushed towards the mansion as if to break through the siege.

The Victoria garrison reacted quickly and immediately opened heavy fire on the march of the dead.

The tactic of besieging a point and attacking reinforcements was very successful. What made the garrison even more delighted was that the troops in front of them would not resist at all!

——It seems like the purpose of coming here is to die.

The garrison instantly became jealous and, having run out of bullets, simply started hacking and slashing with knives.

Merit, merit, merit everywhere!

Erdi, Erdi, all Erdi!

In this battlefield that looks like a slaughterhouse, several photography assistance robots entered camouflage mode and took crazy photos in every hidden corner.

On a rooftop not far from the battlefield, photographer Xiyin slowly took out his notebook and marked the unfinished item "Photographing the garrison slaughtering innocent Tara soldiers".

"Don't attack traitors?"

Listening to the fierce gunfire below, Chen Zhou's mouth curled up slowly in the banquet hall.

"My dear nephew, I am from Tara, not Saoirse."

They already knew Saoirse was a traitor!

The horns and bagpipes were all startled, and cold sweats broke out all over their bodies.

puff!

"Well……"

Horn took out a dagger, stabbed his palm with it, and forced himself to wake up.

"Captain?!" Fengdi was stunned for a moment.

"You're the leader of the Ghost Army?!" Horn stared, enduring the pain. "What's your plan to steal illegal Originium products?!"

Chen Zhou's lips curled up in a teasing manner, "Wrong, I am the leader of the Integration Movement."

The Reunion Movement? A group of infected people?

"Ha, impossible! If you're not the leader of the ghost army, then who are the garrison down there fighting?!"

"Fighting? You're absolutely wrong." Chen Zhou's smile widened. "--It's a massacre. It's the garrison down there that's slaughtering the ghost troops."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Horn stood up and walked towards the window with difficulty. "Did the Ghost Army rush here just to die?"

But the next second, she was completely stunned.

The Victoria garrison had gone crazy with killing, like the most primitive savages, swinging their sabers at the non-resisting troops with ugly and weird screams.

At this moment, Horn's body hunched over, as if something called 'faith' in his heart was shattered.

"It's a conspiracy, absolutely a conspiracy." Horn still refused to believe it and kept deceiving himself.

She would rather believe that these were all tricks of that man, a conspiracy of the ghost army, and that all this was a huge scam than believe what she saw before her eyes.

Just then, the communicator in her hand buzzed.

Chen Zhou took it out subconsciously, glanced at it, and saw the words "Triangle Iron" on the light screen, his face became a little more interesting.

"what are you laughing at?"

"Cherish this last communication." He looked at the horn with great anticipation.

Noticing Chen Zhou's expression, a sense of panic suddenly surged in the horn.

"Triangle?"

"Ahem... all the illegal Originium products were taken away by the garrison and transformed into Originium dirty bombs. They're the same bombs used in the previous anti-government serial bombings... Boom!"

With a loud bang that pierced the eardrums, the sound of the triangle stopped abruptly.

Horn fell to the ground with a thud, and in front of her was the condescending and sarcastic 'Chen Huijie'. She huddled in the corner helplessly, tightly gripping the communicator that only emitted noise.

At this moment, in the corner, the camouflaged robot that had finished filming the video quietly disappeared into the darkness.

"Tell me, what happened?" Helped up by Bagpipe, Horn raised his head.

"As you can see, Hamilton is preparing to massacre the entire Tara population of Hill County using a dirty bomb modified from illegal Originium products."

"So you know everything. You know about the rally, you know about Saoirse's leak, and you also know about the garrison's massacre of the Tara people. Then what is your purpose? The leader of the integration movement!" Horn stared at Chen Zhou.

"It exacerbates the conflict between the people of Tara and Victoria."

"After all, you're nothing more than the leader of the Ghost Army." Horn roared angrily, "Are you pushing forward the plan to destroy Hill County with Originium, and then accepting the infected?"

When Chen Zhou heard the horn's words, he felt a subtle sense of sarcasm.

He opened his lips slightly, "I am Draco."

Like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, Horn finally understood the mockery in the other's eyes and took two steps back in horror.

"Everything I planned was to tear off Victoria's fig leaf and destroy this ugly world. I can be Deep Pool, the Integration Movement, or even the Tara People's Liberation Front. I want to expose the filth of the nobles and Aslan to the world."

"Mads! You are all crazy!"

thump.

After recovering, Feng Di finally realized that the person in front of her had nothing to do with Chen Chen. She suddenly jumped up, pulled Chen Zhou's clothes and pressed him to the ground.

"Why, why would you go to such lengths!"

Chen Zhou and Ahmoni laughed together, as if mocking Bagpipe's childishness.

"Why? Haha."

“Just because you don’t understand something doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”

Chen Zhou looked at the angry bagpipe calmly.

“You don’t know how many Tara people the Victorian soldiers massacred in Oak Forest.

You don't know how many years Aslan, after entering the Pass, joined forces with the Red Dragon of Londinium to double-exploit the people of Tara."

You don't know that the Tara people have lost their homes. Even in the Tara area, Tara people have to hide their identities when doing business, and the wages of Tara people are less than one-third of those of others.

You don't know that the bullying of Victorians has never stopped, and the violence against Tara people has continued despite repeated bans. No matter how big the violence is, it is just raised high and then put down lightly.

You don't know that the conflict between the Tara people and the Victorians has reached the point of no return. Londinium is prosperous, but the Tara region is on the brink of life and death.

You can't see the darkness because the artillery fire has turned it into lights.

You can't see the war because the piles of corpses are separated by high walls.