Battlefield Contract Worker

The Red Baron put down the phone, turned to look at Kudo Masaoka beside him, and said nothing.

He didn't speak, and Kudo Masaoka didn't dare to open his mouth. After waiting for a while, the Red Baron whispered, "The Red Devils are finished."

"My subordinates also just got the news. It is said that they were crippled by those mercenaries in the periphery of Parimo, and only a small number of members escaped." Kudo Masaoka said in a low voice.

"Those people are assigned to you, put them in the Crimson Tide." The Red Baron whispered, "You said, will those extremists turn around and oppose us?"

"This subordinate doesn't dare to judge." Kudo Masaoka hesitated. "However, my subordinates feel that extremists are always extremists, and they have always been different from us. We just use them. After we use them, we will get rid of them sooner or later.

They probably did too. Therefore, once the conditions are ripe, they may also defect. "

The Red Baron nodded, "I think so too. It's just this change. It's a little too fast."

"Maybe it's really like what Saroda said, because they occupied Odarat, so they feel that they have something to rely on and don't need to rely on us." Kudo Masaoka said in a low voice.

The Red Baron was pondering. Suddenly a cell phone on the table rang. It was a very old-fashioned cell phone, but the Red Baron always took it with him and never left him.

And as soon as he heard the phone's voice, the Red Baron immediately stood up and pointed out the door to Kudo Masaoka. "Go out and be alert, immediately."

Kudo Masaoka immediately turned around and ran out the door, drank away the guards at the door, and kept himself outside the door.

The Red Baron slowly picked up the phone and said in a low voice, "Hello."

"You know I'll find you." There was a burst of electronically synthesized voice from the other end of the phone. Spelling word by word is not very coherent.

The Red Baron took a deep breath and said, "Do we have to communicate in this way? Can't I even hear your real voice?"

"I have my principles. You know who I am, that's enough." The electronically synthesized voice on the other end of the phone was still the same.

"What are your orders, Grand Duke." The Red Baron whispered.

"The Western Sahara operation is not going well. I am beginning to doubt whether you are competent for this task." The other end of the phone whispered.

"We have successfully intervened in Western Sahara using the anti-terrorist force. And we are about to take Odalat." The Red Baron replied.

"But the situation is getting out of control, and I don't like that. I like being in control, not taking it out of my control. And you're taking it out of control." The electronically synthesized voice is devoid of any emotion, but every word uttered It was like beating on the Red Baron's heart.

"I will solve it." The Red Baron whispered.

"Better yes. And you have to understand that Aladdin has officially started to cooperate with those mercenaries. This will make things more troublesome. You should know who Aladdin is and his destructive power to us.

Once he officially joins forces with those mercenaries, it will be a huge trouble. Aladdin alone is not to be afraid of, after all, he is old and not the same as he used to be. Even if he's still a tough character, the damage he can do is limited.

And those mercenaries are always against us. Although many times they can't take advantage of it, they are indeed gradually getting bigger. Once they colluded with Aladdin. There will be a lot of unexpected troubles.

I really, really don't like this. ' The voice on the other end of the phone paused.

"I'll try to solve it," the Red Baron repeated.

"You can't solve Aladdin. Even I can't solve this man completely. Fortunately, he's old." Although the voice on the other end of the phone could not hear any emotion, his words were obviously limited. "I want you to deal with those mercenaries."

"I'm trying to solve it," replied the Red Baron.

"I want to see results. And until now, your work has achieved little. If it goes on like this, maybe I should change my strategy and reconsider your position in the organization." The electronically synthesized voice is authentic word by word.

"Your Excellency, what do you want me to do?" The Red Baron said calmly.

"Destroy those mercenaries. Destroy them completely. If they were still useful before, they have become more and more dangerous. Use all means to kill them."

"Hello, hello..." The Red Baron put down the phone with a gloomy expression. To this day, in everyone's eyes, he has almost completely controlled the organization of the secret society.

But only the Red Baron himself understood that the Secret Society was never under his control. The mysterious voice on the phone has been commanding everything from afar. Everything organized by the secret society operates under his command, including the Red Baron himself.

World affairs are like chess, even a general on the chessboard is just a piece. It is the hand outside the chessboard that really controls everything. Where he wants to put the pieces, the pieces can only be there.

The Grand Duke of the Secret Society is the mysterious ~www.readwn.com~ hand that controls everything. Even if he is as rebellious as the Red Baron, he can only be under his control. The Red Baron even thought that if one day, the Archduke would die by himself. I am afraid it is difficult to live 24 hours.

It made him feel real fear, but there was nothing he could do. This is the sadness of being a chess piece.

The Red Baron slowly put away the phone, but there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it? Kudo, I said, no one can come in without my permission." The red baron snapped.

"Sorry, Baron." A grey-haired man came in. This person does not look very old, and he looks like an old solid wood.

The honest man nodded respectfully to the red baron and said, "I'm afraid Mr. Kudo will have to pass out at the door for a while."

The Red Baron immediately drew his gun at him, "Who are you and how did you get in?"

The old solid man smiled apologetically, "Don't take offense when you are ordered. Can I take something out of my pocket? Baron, you're pointing a gun at me like this, I'm really nervous."

"Your identity and purpose." The Red Baron said coldly. .

"I have a name like you but can't use it. I also have a code name like you." The gray-haired honest man said a little shyly, "I am the bishop. Just like in the ancient version of chess, the knight is called a baron, and a chess figure is sometimes called a bishop."

"Code-named bishop? One of the elders of the secret society organization?" The Red Baron looked at this man in shock. It is really difficult for him to associate this seemingly honest and cowardly person with the legendary patriarch of the secret society organization.