Survival: King Picking Game

Andrew yelled at him with a gloomy face.

...An arrogant guy like you can't survive the second chapter!

Yaze Motoki couldn't help complaining in his heart.

Even so, he still suppressed the anger in his heart and chose to ignore the jumping clown in front of him.

"……Understood."

After responding humbly, Yaze Motoki turned and left from the corridor without looking back.

……

Behind him, Andrew, who was curled up in the huge iron chair, stared at his back with gloomy eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Click click."

The hasty pace reflects the anxious mood of the owner.

...Although he does not have much sense of belonging to the [Superman Council], it is still the place where he is currently working and working. For this plan, Yase Motoki thought of Andrew's own means and personality in charge of this operation ...can't help but worry about it.

Before he came, he had already received the news—how important this operation was.It can be regarded as a decision unanimously passed by all the top members of the "Parliament".

Unlike the woman from the [Golden Dawn] opposite, the other party just made her own claims and came here on behalf of the interests of some people within her battle group.

If you mess up by accident...

Andrew, who bears the brunt, will usher in a tragic end-needless to say, maybe even himself will be implicated.

After all, Motoki Yaze's position in this operation was that of an adjutant.When necessary, it is probably also his responsibility to calmly stop the leader from acting recklessly.

...It's just that I didn't expect that guy to be so sweeping and arbitrary, taking away all the rights of Yaze Motoki, the only thing he can do is to provide information...

……

……

……Wait a moment?

Yaze Motoki's pupils shrank suddenly.

He suddenly seemed to realize something, and a lot of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

Even if Andrew is an egomaniac, idiot, and even he may be a hesitant idiot, but since this action was made by the central body of the [Superman Council]... Could it be that those high-level officials are also idiots?

... This is of course impossible.

Those monsters may be some cold-blooded bastards, but they cannot be stupid.

Even he——Yase Motoki can think of things, will they not notice?

If Andrew is really as stupid as he appears on the surface...

No, in this case, there should be two possibilities right now:

Andrew's bad character and previous poor performance are just a disguise; in fact, he is a deep-minded guy, the purpose is to make others paralyzed... However, if this is the reason, there is no need to tell the adjutant... Or, Is it the line of thinking that "if you want to deceive the enemy, you must first deceive your own people"?

②In addition to this, the battle group has also prepared another follow-up... Moreover, this "extra force" happens to be a cover for the ostensible actions of the forces led by Andrew.

At least, the identities of the hiders should not have been revealed yet.

...In that case, are they being used as bait...?

Yaze Motoki couldn't help but smiled wryly.

The bait... the bait doesn't matter.On the contrary, thinking about it this way, he felt a lot more relaxed.

Compared with the failure of the battle group's plan, the heavy punishment he would have to bear after returning... If he was simply used as a bait, it would be easier, as long as he thought about how to survive.

...I am, after all, the kind of person who only wants to evade responsibility.

Chapter 1010 Black Princess, here comes!

"……Time is up."

In the deep darkness, a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance and majesty like a god showed a strange smile.

Shrouded in the nightmarish darkness, in the boundless darkness, his figure is exceptionally eye-catching.

white.

Pure white.

Strong, like the gravity of the earth, attracting the surrounding eyes.

A white shadow.

A handsome middle-aged man exuding aristocratic temperament, wearing a white dress, shrouded in phantoms of countless pure white feathers falling down.

In the interlaced contrast of black and white, the sense of existence of the noble man has been expanded to the highest level.

"Time's up? Are you talking in your sleep, Sir Trevem?"

Standing quietly opposite him, a young girl looked indifferently at the tall and handsome middle-aged nobleman.

If the man in the white dress showed a strong conflict that was incompatible with the darkness and the night; then the girl who was confronting the nobleman at this moment was completely integrated into the night.

Her aura is ethereal, perfectly dissipating in the world.