Chapter 706 Horse Racing·Gear of Morning Light IX
Terra Calendar 1591.2.05.
In the meeting room of the New Manhattan City Cultural Committee, an angry roar was taking place.
Adelaide Kurd, the director of the Cultural Committee who is as fat as a pig, his face is red, and his anger almost makes his body swell to bursting. His expensive dark gray suit is tightly stretched on his fat body. , as if it might burst at any time.
Dong dong dong dong dong! ! ! !
Boom boom boom boom! ! ! !
At this moment, his thick palms continuously slapped the table, making a deafening sound. The staff in the conference room lowered their heads and broke out in cold sweat.
"The hooves of liberation! These lunatics! These damn traitors, do they really think they can reverse the situation?"
The cultural director roared angrily, pointing to the virtual projection screen ahead with trembling fingers. Threat video played on.
"That bastard Mikhail Garcia, does he think this farce can scare me? Indiscriminately attacking horse racing girls? Threatening everyone? Is he crazy? They are the infected people. A bunch of lawless wild dogs, they should all be hanged long ago!”
His face was twisted with anger, his eyes were bloodshot, and sweat flowed down his thick neck, soaking the collar of his shirt.
His voice is low but cannot be ignored, with a ferocity and ruthlessness derived from absolute power.
"Look! Look what they are doing!"
He pointed angrily at Mikhail on the screen, breathing heavily.
"They want to destroy the horse racing! They want to plunge the entire New Manhattan into panic and chaos! This is a blatant declaration of war on us! A declaration of war on the federal government and the authority of me, Adelaide Kurd!"< br>
He slammed the table hard, his voice was thunderous, and his tone became more and more violent:
"They attacked my blood network, destroyed my stronghold, and killed my people! These sons of bitches actually Dare to provoke me again and again? "
Adelaide wiped away his sweat fiercely and glanced fiercely at everyone in the room, looking for someone to vent his anger on.
He roared:
"How dare these infected people be so arrogant! They are not resisting, but crazy! Mikhail has gone completely crazy, what he wants is to destroy the entire order , completely subverting the social structure we have established! If he is not uprooted, this group of lunatics will sweep the entire federation sooner or later."
Adelaide gasped and stared at Mikhail on the virtual projection screen. His voice became more vicious:
“They want to turn the racecourse into a burning ruin? Okay. Great, I want to see who falls first! Gather all the rangers."
"Shadow Blade, Flame, Venomous Bee, and Dark Crow, these four rangers. The team gathered."
He stood up suddenly, his heavy steps shaking the floor.
Standing opposite him were the leaders of the Bloodline Cyber Rangers.
The leader of the Shadow Blade Team, a slender middle-aged man, frowned and said in a cautious tone:
"Sir, are you sure you want to mobilize all your forces? The current situation is serious. Liberation Hoofbeat has launched many attacks, even-"
"I don't need your nonsense!" Kurd interrupted, his fat face flushed, and his thick pig hooves slammed on the table. .
“Mikhail has already stripped us clean and posted our affairs on so many genealogy forums! Now the Rangers’ affairs cannot be covered up! How many people do you think have been banned? Can forums block their mouths? ”
“We have not only banned multiple forums, but also locked related keywords.”
The leader of the Crow Rangers standing nearby spoke.
She is a gloomy woman, with scars on her face and cold and ruthless eyes.
"Is it useful?" Kurd asked with a sneer, his fat palms suddenly waving into the air, his tone full of sarcasm and anger.
“If it weren’t for the fact that the Blood Network incident involved too many high-level figures, we would have been crushed to death by the federation’s giants! Do you think that blocking a few posts will solve the problem? Don’t be naive "
Just yesterday, Liberation Hooves released a video through the "Darknet", publicly claiming responsibility for the attack on the horse racing event, and revealing the secret kingdom built by the director of the Social and Cultural Committee hidden in the New Alliance. and troops.
The Blood Guard, also known as the Rangers, are an elite force secretly formed by Adelaide Kurd, who specialize in carrying out dark missions related to the infected.
This force is not officially affiliated with any government department or committee and is entirely under the personal control of Adelaide.
Most of the members of the Guard are composed of human mercenaries, violent elements at the bottom of society, and even some infected people who voluntarily defected to Adelaide.
The main task of the Blood Guard is to execute secret orders for Adelaide, especially to suppress, assassinate, kidnap, and use threats of violence, bribery, etc. to those infected groups who dare to resist the cultural isolation policy. Manipulating politics and business.
In addition, they are also responsible for guarding Adelaide's personal interests, including controlling the "blood network" he secretly established.
As the director of the Cultural Committee, Adelaide Kurd maintains a superficial image of justice in public and secretly controls infected people and related black market transactions through the blood network.
He is the absolute leader of this organization, and all actions must be approved or directed by him.
The structure of the blood network built by the Kurds is sophisticated and complex, like a huge spider web, firmly controlling the fate of the infected.
The most terrifying thing among them is the four terrifying troops he has raised, elite forces called "Rangers".
Shadow Blade, the name of this team has made the infected community talk about it.
Their mission is to assassinate and eliminate all infected leaders who threaten Adelaide's rule.
Fire, as the name suggests, is a team full of violence and destruction.
Whenever a protest breaks out in an infected community, Task Force Flame descends like a storm, bringing with them explosions, fire, and chaos.
They destroyed the spirit of resistance and suppressed the fire of hope, leaving only scorched earth and fear.
The flames burned everything and all the resistance in the hearts of the infected.
Venomous bees, their weapons are invisible poison gas and biochemical weapons.
The three Ranger teams quietly sneaked into the enemy's stronghold and penetrated the toxin into the air, food and water.
The infected person will slowly become weak, confused and eventually die in pain.
The appearance of the Venomous Bees is always accompanied by unexplained deaths. They are like the venom of the God of Death, slowly seeping into every corner.
The Dark Crows are the most mysterious task force. They do not participate in direct combat, but they control every thread on the battlefield.
The Crows specialize in psychological warfare and information warfare. They steal intelligence, disrupt communications, fabricate news, and create internal chaos and betrayal.
They can make their enemies kill each other without taking up arms.
The influence of the Blood Network is not limited to violence.
Its tentacles go deeper into the economic, social and even cultural fields of the infected.
Through a series of means, the Social and Cultural Committee has firmly trapped the infected in New Manhattan under his control.
Communities of infected people are trapped in areas of poverty and despair.
The influence of the blood network has gone beyond simple violent suppression. It is like an invisible chain, deeply embedded in every street, alley, and corner of New Manhattan, firmly locking the fate of the infected. Imprisoned in it.
This is not just a transaction of blood and darkness, but a comprehensive control of the economy, society and even culture.
In the infected community in New Manhattan, the oppressive atmosphere has almost solidified.
Every infected family is imprisoned in a dilapidated slum, like a never-ending cage.
These areas are surrounded by high walls. The government claims that it is to "control strange hoof disease and protect citizens," but everyone knows that this is just an excuse to isolate infected people on the fringes of society.
Poverty and despair spread like a plague, and the infected struggled to survive in cramped rooms.
Kurdish minions are secretly active in these communities, and they control every income and job opportunity of the infected.
Infected people can only accept dangerous, low-paying jobs - diggers in mines, machinery maintenance workers in factories, and even porters on construction sites, any job that requires them to have super physical strength or high distortion They were forced to accept the jobs that brought special abilities.
If anyone tries to resist, they will disappear mysteriously and silently soon.
The most terrifying thing is those infected people with extremely high distortion rates.
The more serious their body alienation is, the easier it is for them to become high-priced commodities in black market transactions.
The slave smuggling gangs of the Blood Network hunt for food in these communities like hunting dogs, specializing in catching these infected people and selling them to underground colosseums or secret laboratories.
Those aberrant infected people are often injected with unknown drugs and subjected to inhumane experiments to stimulate their potential abilities, or to make them test subjects for some kind of weapon.
These infected people have no future and can only survive in hellish experiments until they completely lose their humanity.
All this for Adelaide Kurd’s power play.
By squeezing and exploiting infected people, the Kurds have accumulated huge wealth.
This wealth not only made him the secret power of New Manhattan, but also made him a fish in water in political struggles.
He carefully weaved a corrupt network, secretly transferred these illegal incomes to high-level officials in the federal government, and used money to pave every brick on the road to higher power.
In Kurd's future blueprint, he will become the mayor of the new Manhattan Special Administrative District within three years.
And this is no delusion. Since entering the New World era, New York has been redivided into five special boroughs based on trade relations with hubs and junctions - New Manhattan, New Brooklyn, New Queens, New Bronx and New State. Island landing area.
Each administrative district represents huge resources and economic interests, and New Manhattan, as the core of the hub, is particularly rich in resources.
The top leaders of the Federation are well aware of what the Blood Network is doing, but they don’t care and are even happy to see its results.
The rapid development of New Manhattan requires tough measures, and Adelaide Kurd is the one who dares to stain his hands with blood.
His blood network has provided the federal giants with a steady stream of wealth, helping them advance their expansion plans for the New World Racecourse.
In the eyes of these giants, the Kurds are a trustworthy "white glove" who can do all the dirty work for them and remove all obstacles.
“How many giants accumulated capital by acting as white gloves for others before they came to power?”
Adelaide Kurd often comforts herself like this.
He believes that he is just a tool of the federal giants, and everything he does is just the instruction from the superiors. He is just fulfilling those authorized intentions and materializing these ideas.
He didn't feel there was anything wrong, and even felt that he was still walking the path that countless successful people had walked - as long as he endured and obeyed orders, sooner or later he would reach the top and become the master of the new Manhattan area.
But now, the situation is completely out of control.
The riots that ignited the hooves of liberation spread quickly to every corner of New Manhattan like a fire that lit hay.
He once believed that he was in control of all this, thinking that these angry infected people were just controllable pawns in his hands, and that he could put out this turmoil at any time if he was willing.
However, the development of the situation far exceeded his expectations - the train has derailed and is speeding towards the abyss along a crazy trajectory.
Every one of his escape routes was cut off, and he understood that he had no way out.
Mikhail's public attack gave Adelaide's secret kingdom an unprecedented impact.
This secret kingdom thrives in the shadows but is never truly exposed to the light of day.
Everyone understands in their hearts that the oppression of the infected, the operation of the blood network, the black market slave trade... are all part of this kingdom, and the top leaders of the Federation have also received huge benefits from it, but As long as it is not made public, as long as no one pierces this layer of window paper, then everything can continue.
But now, Mikhail tore off this fig leaf.
The workings of the secret kingdom are exposed to the public, like a rotting corpse being forcibly dragged out of the grave.
The truth that was once covered up is now obvious, and those politicians and businessmen who once provided blood to the Kurdish blood network now have to temporarily withdraw and avoid the limelight.
His kingdom is no longer a hidden shadow existence, but is placed in the spotlight and scrutinized by millions of people.
Secret, even if everyone knows it well, as long as it is not disclosed or announced, then it "does not exist".
But now, this kingdom has been made public, it is crumbling in the eyes of countless people, and Adelaide Kurd is standing in the ruins of this kingdom, helpless.
The uncrowned king in the darkness has now become the target of public criticism.
He could feel that those allies he once trusted had begun to secretly retreat and no longer provided him with protection.
Even senior officials who once relied on him have gradually distanced themselves from him.
He knows that once he loses these asylums, what awaits him will be endless revenge and liquidation.
The train cannot stop, it is out of control and heading towards a future that he can no longer control.
And Mikhail's counterattack was like a detonated bomb, tearing his world into pieces.
He suddenly realized that he might become a victim in the power game.
"Mikhail Gaziyuan, his existence and the existence of Jiefang Hoofsheng are a mistake."
The fat pig-like director roared, his fat face filled with anger. distortion.
"The Rangers' actions must be thorough, quick, and clean. I don't care what means they use, Mikhail and his damn lackeys must be dealt with within a week."
Now Adelaide Kurd has no retreat.
"We are ready." Shadow Blade's voice was still calm, as if this was just an ordinary cleaning task.
Adelaide leaned in front of the desk, supporting the tabletop with both hands, and his fat body seemed heavier and heavier.
"Listen, you guys are my only trump card. If you screw up, we're all going to be screwed."
His voice was low but full of warning, like a The beast, trapped only in the corner, is preparing its final counterattack.
"Give me the flames, the poisonous bees, and the dark crows. Give it your all. I don't care how many people die, I only care about the results. Let those wild dogs know that their doom is coming!"
The rangers took the order and retreated neatly, leaving Adelaide alone in the room. His eyes fell on the virtual screen again, and Mikhail's face looked extremely ferocious on the screen. Adelaide clenched his fists and made a "crunching" sound.
The power of the Blood Network is still under control. Now he can only rely on violence and fear to regain control of the situation...
He thought through gritted teeth and took a deep breath. His tone and eyes flashed with a sick light.
“Either they die or I win.”
Today is the second day after the conflict between the Liberation Hooves and the Cultural Committee officially broke out. A bloody war is quietly beginning.
From the very beginning of this conflict, it has foreshadowed what kind of hell the bloody battle will be in the coming week.
The action of liberating the hoofbeat is fast and violent, trying to awaken the infected by sabotaging horse racing events and exposing the shady story of the blood network.
The Cultural Committee quickly counterattacked through the blood network and the four rangers, using ruthless assassinations and suppression to try to stifle all the flames of resistance.
The war has started, and no one knows how this war will end. The only thing that is certain is that it will be a bloody battle that neither side can easily escape from, until the earth is stained with blood. , the winner will also pay a heavy price.
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February 6, 1591 in the Terran calendar.
New Manhattan Municipal Building.
This is the third day of the conflict, and the intensity of the fighting has suddenly escalated.
The violence escalated, and both sides entered a life-and-death stage of comprehensive counterattack.
This day has become a symbol of violence and death. Both sides wildly waved butcher knives in despair and rage, trying to completely destroy the other side.
The night in New Manhattan is quiet and depressing, and the air is filled with a chilling atmosphere.
Mikhail stood in the shadow of a tall building, overlooking the city.
His eyes were cold and crazy, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was enjoying all this.
Under the night sky, members of the Liberation Hooves had already begun to take action. They quickly sneaked into multiple strongholds of the Cultural Committee and prepared for a deadly bombing attack.
The terrorist attack planned by Mikhail was personally directed by him, and the three cronies of the Director of the Cultural Committee became their primary targets.
At midnight, three limousines bearing committee badges sped through the streets of New Manhattan, unnoticed by the drivers and their entourage.
Every move they made was monitored by the sound of liberation hooves, until a loud noise tore through the silent night sky - the first car suddenly exploded while driving to an overpass, with flames shooting into the sky, and the body of the car was instantly destroyed. It exploded to pieces, metal shards flew everywhere, and flames lit up the night.
Soon after, the second and third vehicles also suffered explosions.
The entire neighborhood was shaken by the huge explosion, and people poked their heads out of the windows to look at the sudden disaster in horror. The flames of the explosion lit up the night sky of New Manhattan. Among the three director's cronies, one died on the spot, and the other two fell to the ground with serious injuries. Blood stained the streets.
“Let the flame purify everything!”
Mikhail stood in the distance, looking at the destruction coldly, with an uncontrollable look in his eyes. ecstasy.
This is the most direct challenge he issued to Adelaide Kurd. The hoofbeats of liberation were no longer satisfied with pure destruction. They began to directly target the core power of the Cultural Committee and tried to use terrorist means. Destroy the other party's confidence.
At the same time, members of Liberation Hooves placed explosive devices in multiple areas of New Manhattan in an attempt to plunge the entire city into panic through massive destruction.
Although most of the devices were discovered and dismantled in time, a few were not spared, and several explosions rang out early in the morning.
The streets were bombed beyond recognition, smoke and flames raged, several buildings were shattered, debris flew everywhere, and vehicles burned into ruins.
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In the secret meeting room of the Cultural Committee headquarters.
While Mikhail was planning a terrorist attack, the Cultural Council also launched a counterattack.
Adelaide Kurd's anger could no longer be contained. His face was twisted with anger, his fat body paced back and forth in the conference room, his eyes filled with rage and hatred.
"Send out the Flame Team immediately and burn down their lair!"
Adelaide ordered, his eyes filled with vicious light.
The Second Ranger Team "Fire Flames" responded to the order. This team is known for its powerful firepower.
Equipped with the latest incendiary bombs and high explosives, they quickly locked onto an important stronghold of Liberation Hooves in New Manhattan.
In the darkness of the night, the Flame Team quietly approached, waiting for the most fatal blow.
Following the commander's order, fierce fire broke out instantly, incendiary bombs fell around the stronghold, explosions continued one after another, and the flames swallowed every inch of the land like devil's claws.
The entire stronghold was surrounded by blazing flames. Members of Liberation Hooves ran around in the sea of fire, and screams echoed in the night sky.
This raid destroyed a large amount of material reserves for Jiefang Hoofsheng and killed countless of its members.
Looking at the content on the virtual projection screen, the obese Kurd was not satisfied. He knew that physical strikes alone were not enough to completely destroy Mikhail's will.
He needed more cruel means to strike at the core of Liberating Hooves.
So, he continued to give the order:
"Send the poisonous bees out, I want no one of their strongholds to be left! Give them some special 'gifts' and let them have a taste of being gassed The taste of tearing."
The third team of Rangers, the "Venom Bees", was immediately dispatched. This ranger specializes in chemical and biological weapons.
Their goal is to liberate several secret bases hidden underground by Hoofbeat. Members of the Venomous Bee Team sneaked into the stronghold with specially prepared chemical weapons, and then released a colorless and odorless chronic poisonous gas.
A few hours later, the members of Jiefang Hoofsheng felt inexplicably weak and nauseated. Their bodies began to experience uncontrollable severe pain and twitching, and their skin gradually ulcerated. The base soon fell into chaos, filled with screams and painful wails.
The poisonous gas of the Venomous Bees penetrates every corner silently, until all life inside the base is completely devoured by them.
Dozens of members of the Liberation Hooves were killed in this poison gas attack. They did not even realize that they were gradually dying.
The floor of the base was filled with struggling corpses, and the air was filled with a disgusting putrid smell.
On this day, the counterattacks from both sides were as fierce as the storm.
The terrorist attack of Liberation Hooves hit the core strength of the Cultural Committee, and the brutal revenge of the Blood Network caused Liberation Hooves to suffer unprecedented heavy losses.
Furthermore, what is surprising is that the Honkai Authority seems to have entered a state of silence.
They did nothing to deal with the conflict between the liberation hooves of the New Manhattan area and the Social and Cultural Committee. However, before others could think about it, the two conflicting parties had already started an even more exaggerated fight.
In the eyes of these two organizations, nicknamed "monsters" by the outside world, only each other remains.
Two out-of-control monsters are tearing each other apart in New Manhattan.
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February 7, 1591 in the Terran calendar.
In the bloody days, the conflict between the Liberation Hooves and the Blood Guards got out of control.
Mihail García led the Liberation Hooves in planning a heinous ambush on this day.
Their target is one of the four rangers of the Blood Guard, the leader of the "Venom Bee".
The Venomous Bee Squad specializes in chemical warfare and biochemical attacks, and is one of Adelaide's most effective tools for suppressing infected people. This ambush is undoubtedly a fatal blow to the blood network. .
"Boom——"
A huge explosion tore through the night sky. Dozens of Rangers were blown into pieces of flesh and blood on the spot in the explosion. Blood and stumps were splashed everywhere and dyed red. surrounding walls and floors.
The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and the reflection of the flame could be faintly seen in the smoke.
Mikhail walked out of the smoke calmly like a ghost.
He walked up to the Venomous Bee leader who had lost the ability to resist, with a cruel smile on his face.
Without any hesitation, he pulled out his dagger and cut off the opponent's head quickly and accurately.
"This is just one of the prices." He said coldly, holding the bloody head high and inserting it on a wooden stake.
Blood flowed down the wooden pile, and the red liquid seeped into the soil.
When the surrounding members of the Liberation Hooves saw this, they also followed suit. They cut off the heads from the corpses of the rangers and inserted these "trophies" on the surrounding wooden stakes, as if they were performing some kind of bloody ceremony. The heads of the rangers who were still hanging on the wooden stakes were hung high on the wooden stakes, their flesh and blood were blurred, and their faces were hideous.
The members of Liberation Hooves danced wildly around these wooden stakes and cheered like victorious fanatics.
The entire neighborhood has become the entrance to hell, with the smell of death floating everywhere.
Mikhail then released a video through the dark web, looking at the camera with an expressionless face and coldly announcing:
"This is a just act to liberate Hoofbeat. Those who collude with the blood network and horse racing events will definitely be punished by us."
His eyes were like those of a predator, full of ruthlessness and madness. .
The video quickly spread in underground media and infected communities, as if it was a prelude to an upcoming massacre, causing a huge wave.
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An hour later.
The Cultural Committee hides in its office.
Adelaide Kurd sat in his office, looking tired.
His eyes were bloodshot, his skin was greasy, his cheeks were slightly drooped, and his fat body was sunken into the wide seat.
The glass of wine on the table was filled again and again, and he drank it all in one gulp, but the alcohol could no longer cover up the panic and anger in his heart.
"These people all came here because of me!"
He muttered angrily, sweat sliding down his neck and staining his expensive suit.
The virtual communication screen on the table was still flashing, and he answered the calls one after another from which the voice of betrayal was about to come.
The first screen flashed, and the person connected was Howard Cohen, Kurd's long-term business partner and a well-known federal real estate celebrity.
Howard's face on the screen was full of indifference, and his eyes were not as respectful as before.
"Adelaide," Howard's tone was as cold as ice, "we have to talk. The recent situation... you know. Our company can no longer cooperate with you. The hooves of liberation are already staring at us, and the government The other side started to put pressure on me, I can't take this risk."
After he finished speaking, he cut off the communication.
The second call rang, and a young female spokesperson, Scarlett Walton, appeared on the screen, representing the Hudson Group, a huge energy company.
Scarlett had a fake professional smile on her face, but her tone was full of coldness and determination.
"Director Kurd," she said with caution in her tone, "I have been instructed by the Board of Directors to inform you that the Hudson Group has decided to no longer be associated with any of your related projects. Future business dealings... …any agreement between us no longer applies. We are grateful for our previous cooperation, but this situation cannot continue.”
She smiled politely, but that smile was as cold as a knife's edge.
"Damn! Are you so afraid of those thugs?!" Kurd roared, the anger on his face almost unable to cover up his fear.
Scarlett nodded slightly, without saying a word, and the communication was quickly cut off.
The third communication came from Robert Fletcher, a long-time ally on the Cultural Council, responsible for the management of entertainment and events.
Fletcher's face was solemn, and his voice was no longer as friendly as before.
"Adelaide, old friend, listen to me, I can't help you this time." Fletcher's voice was a little helpless.
“The liberation hoofbeat attack has caused uproar in the city, and the government has begun to focus on you. There is a lot of pressure on my side, and the people above...have given clear instructions. You know, I can do a lot Limited. If you continue, I have no choice but to withdraw."
"You are betraying me too!"
The fat on his face became angry. Trembling, he knocked over the wine glass on the table, and dark red liquid flowed down the edge of the table, like some kind of blood.
The last one to get through was Daniel Cassidy, who once climbed to an important government position with Kurdish support, but now his face was full of embarrassment and embarrassment.
"Director Kurd, I...well, you know, I really can't do anything. The movement was too big this time, and I...had to cut off all ties."
Daniel's voice was full of panic. , he kept wiping the sweat from his brow, as if afraid that the Kurds would burst through the screen and tear him apart.
"If this continues, my position will not be guaranteed. I beg you...let me live."
Hearing these words, Kurd completely collapsed.
He leaned heavily on the back of the chair, with a look of disbelief on his face.
He had sacrificed so much for these people and helped them climb to the heights of power, but now they were casually severing all ties one by one, leaving him alone.
"You..." Kurd's voice became deeper, his hands clenched the armrests tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his eyes flashed with crazy light.
"You will regret it! When I get rid of these mad dogs, I will settle accounts with you one by one!"
After hanging up the phone, Kurd lay on the chair dejectedly, covering his face with his hands .
He knows...
His political career was completely over because of Mikhail, a mad dog.
"Which link made the error..."
He still can't figure out one thing. How did Mikhail understand all the information of the Cultural Committee in detail?
I feel like I have a cold, and I feel dizzy. After typing, I feel a little numb and uncomfortable~~