Chapter 732 Liquidation?
The enemy is in front of you.
The warm aroma of champagne in the banquet hall remained between her fingers, but the laughter of the gentlemen and ladies behind her gradually twisted and shattered in Fanning's ears, becoming the noise of the hacksaw pulling the iron pipe.
Does it feel good to approach the peak?
A few hours ago, Fanning was the focus of being flooded by champagne and roses, but just as the other party asked this, he suddenly felt that these "visits of the past" seemed to have come back to life, turning into dark light like oil or electric current, focusing directly on his retina, leaving behind a tingling needle-like residue.
Fanning just instinctively turned to the right rear side and moved back less than half a centimeter, and a bloodline cracked without warning.
The crystal wind chime on the door hanging turned into kaleidoscope fragments and fell to the ground, but there was no sound of breaking. However, each edge reflected a phantom of the principle that could be dismembered by the "ember" at any time.
This feeling is so scary.
Fanning finally knew why the heads of major official organizations were suppressed to this level by a special patrol that had only been rising for a hundred years. At this moment, facing Pogleridge in his real identity, he finally experienced this sense of terror and despair without any resistance!
The other party looked at his gray-blue indifferent pupils, as if he was looking at an ant that could be trampled to death at any time.
Fanning had tried to deal with it. He was not considering calling for help, or leading Pogleridge back to the public in the theater, or jumping off the coffee stand and running away for a few seconds. Fanning estimated that the only possibility that there was still a trace of vitality was to control the two "clusters" who had already entered San Pelto, and quickly and simply sent a message to inform his true identity and the current crisis!
In this way, you may win as many orderly as possible and join forces to rescue yourself!
So Fanning tried to mobilize spiritual connections secretly at that moment.
But I felt that countless small scalpels were stuck in my limbs and bones - all mystical channels were all dangerous warnings, and a slight touch or call would cut the deadly artery!
"Indeed, it's very similar to Vincent, a young investigator."
Pogleridge had already paced around Fanning.
Fanning didn't see clearly how he came through. He was clearly on the edge of the rooftop. In the middle of the process, there were only two non-smooth cognitive gaps, which seemed to be cut directly from Fanning's cognition by some conceptual cutting force.
"The experience is somewhat similar." Pogleridge's calm voice continued, "Along the way, the organization actually gave a lot of opportunities, but failed to seize it."
"Or, even though you know it's an opportunity, but don't catch it, and you don't want to catch it, you always have your own ideas."
"After all, there is a problem in my mind first, and I failed to realize that the interview at the Special Inspection Department is a kind of concern, reminder and protection. In general, ordinary people, the Special Inspection Department will only issue 'notice'. Those who can be treated for interviews are the few people who are valued."
"Being valued is a good thing, but if you don't obey and don't listen to advice, you will feel resistant and correct your mistakes. If you don't get the result, you will get more and more wrong."
"In this way, the more talented and valued people are, the more disappointed the organization in the end. It seems that things are not an isolated case for so many years."
The bytes about the secret of "Earth" intertwined with the ordinary Hoffman language, circling and echoing around Fanning's ears.
Another part of the criteria besides cutting and destruction.
The criteria for suppression, rule and control are extremely high in character, and even the secret atmosphere remaining in the sentences presents a divine level!
Cold sweat slid into Fanning's collar. He wanted to open his mouth, but found that the rhythm of his breathing was tampered with by some force. Every time he exhaled, it seemed like he was pushing away a rusty scabbard, and inhaling turned into swallowing glass slags.
After a long time, Fan Ning started to breathe heavily. After a few seconds, after recovering from the hypoxia state, he finally forced himself to calm down inch by inch, made a sneering expression, and responded tentatively in secret: "Ha, I thought the liquidation would take at least seven days. I didn't expect that the authorities could not sit still, and it was the director who personally went there."
"But God is magically chosen on the night of the completion of "Tristan and Isolde". I couldn't guess for a moment whether this was chosen intentionally or casually. Hahahaha I suddenly wanted to know, I died on the open-air coffee stand at the Bayreuth Theater. How can you, the discussion group, and the preparatory committee of the Harvest Art Festival, continue to play in front of other artists and the public? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
But Bogleridge ignored it and walked away again. His back looked unconscious and unprepared.
"Are you following me yourself, or change to another way?"
Hijacking? Take away to deal with it?
Fan Ning felt relaxed and anxious. Staying away from this theater would definitely not be bad. There were too many important people behind him who could not accept any threat to life.
But now he dared not even make any physical or spiritual actions, and was out of full control and threat. Not to mention anything else, even the closest orderer to him, Marquis McAdam, who is still in the banquet hall, cannot contact him!
No matter what, at least there is no choice at the moment.
"thump--"
Fanning followed and jumped.
Below is the garden path inside the theater. In late autumn, cicadas and frogs are no longer there, and only the white frost attached to the plants and trees is replaced.
"Clang—Clang—Clang—Clang—”
The bell rang at three o'clock in the morning, and Fanning vaguely saw hundreds of people still kneeling on the theater steps in the distance.
On the road down the mountain road, there were too many carriages and cars that were "illegal parked" in the early stage, and there were many people inside and outside the courtyard, and the congestion situation had not improved.
Pogleridge was in front and Fanning was behind, just leaning against the side of the mountain road, going downhill.
It is said that Fanning's appearance would lead to an explosive reaction, causing music fans to surround them like bees again, but in fact, the pedestrians and coachmen around them did not seem to look in the direction of the two.
Fanning did not dare to act rashly by himself, and he always followed within a distance of about three meters behind.
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This silence lasted twenty minutes, exceeding the "breathing" time Fanning said at the time.
Until the two went down to the entrance to the foot of the free town of Franconia.
The town is located in the north of the Holy City, and to the south is the cement road back to the main city, but the direction of Pogleridge's walking is to continue north.
There are dozens of small villages in the north, which are much larger than those in small towns, and of course they are much less populated than those in small towns. Then, they will leave the entire county-level area of ​​San Pelto.
"Where is this going?"
At one moment, Fanning felt the uneasy silence in the air and finally asked a question.
The response to him was still silent, like the sand flowing out of the hourglass.
The lines of things around Pogleridge began to turn into extremely fast-flowing shuttles.
Some things that are clearly far apart are folded and cut apart.
So the relative speed under his feet became incredibly faster.
And this impact affected Fanning.
Fanning himself was just walking normally with his legs raised, and he didn't even call out the invisible power.
"The place is far away?" The silent response made Fanning feel even more uncomfortable, and he had to frown and speak again.
"Is the problem of locality very important than life or death?" A voice finally came from the front.
Chapter completed!