Chapter 239
"Why don't you just say it was specially made room for you? You're always daydreaming all day long, can't you be serious for once? I think you're probably going to carry out a secret mission issued by Qin Su."
"It's unlikely. He Muzhi and most of the top students in Class 6 are here. What we don't see are just some unimportant people at the bottom of Class 6. What can they possibly accomplish?"
"You're really being arrogant. Even if Class 6 is the worst, it would be above average in all aspects if placed in other classes."
"Hey, I wasn't talking about grades or ability, I was referring to family background Pheromone levels. The few who weren't here are either betas or omegas, and the only Alpha is only a C-level. Honestly, you really have the nerve to praise him like that."
"Why not? Why should we be judged according to your standards? In my opinion, it should be the opposite. Without what you've said, what do your abilities and achievements mean to them?"
"There aren't any Class 6 people here, you son of a bitch licking my boots..."
"Alright, alright, why are you fighting amongst yourselves? You won't get any information out of this argument. You'd be better off trying to get information out of us."
"It's like saying it'll work just because you've got the hang of it. Everyone knows that if Class 6) doesn't want to talk, you can't pry them open no matter how hard you try..."
Despite the arguments, knowing the temperaments of the students in Class 6, some people still refused to believe it and persisted in trying to find out more.
The result was no different from before; the remaining people in Class 6) were completely shut up, and not a single useful piece of information could be pried out of them.
Many people at the Fourth Military Academy thought it over and over. Although they knew that they were members of the Fourth Military Academy and were under Qin Su's protection in the eyes of outsiders, no matter what Class 6) did, no one could hold a knife to their necks. They could have simply ignored it. However, based on their fine character of being willing to share, they all did their best to spread the word that Class 6) was short of people.
'They're racking their brains trying to figure it out, and nobody else can sleep a wink!'
News about Class 6) spread like wildfire. Those who were already terrified and uneasy because of He Wenyuan's gruesome death, and who were worried day and night about whether they would be next, were filled with even greater fear in their hearts when there was not much information about the 'missing students' of Class 6).
This move was truly malicious.
[They are clearly very 'kind'. They are afraid that outsiders will not know about the activities of Class 6), so they even want to use a loudspeaker to broadcast it everywhere. They are really something. I just want to ask the members of the blacklist if they are moved.]
[Those on the blacklist: We dare not move, we absolutely dare not move.]
Everything continued until five days after the disappearance of those students from Class 6. News came from the distant Erna Planet that the planet's Governor Bado, had been assassinated. The students of the Fourth Military Academy, who had been anxiously waiting for this moment, were like parched land receiving rain, and they were revitalized. According to the rumors they had seen and heard, they opened the live video of the scene and invited others to share it. They sent the links they saw to private groups without their Class Advisor or other teachers. Some even simply and crudely opened group videos and called their friends and acquaintances.
The Fourth Military Academy, including teachers and instructors, tacitly set aside all other course content except for projects that could not be stopped midway, and observed and analyzed the situation simultaneously.
"Why is everything so heavily censored? It's one thing to censor the head, since it might have died a gruesome death and been recognized by the robot, but what about the body? So what if it's fleshy? Did it eat some delicious rice from the Moderation Bot's house? Why is that censored too?"
Who is this dead person?
"Are you blind? That iconic head emblem is clearly from the gate of the Governor's Mansion on Erna Planet. Anyone who could be Assassination there must be either Bado or one of his men. As far as I remember, Bado didn't commit any crimes other than mandating that everyone within a three-kilometer radius of the Governor's Mansion listen to the siren every Wednesday and that every household send one person to the square in front of the Governor's Mansion before six o'clock to listen to the weekly speech."
"I get it. Bado died from talking too much. We should talk less when we're out and about. But I remember Bado wasn't as fat as he looked in the video. It must have been one of his men who died."
"My goodness! Look at the link I just posted in the group! It's a high-definition/uncensored image shared by some gossip guru. It says the reason it's censored is because it's all heads... oh no, that's not quite right either. It's that the places that should have heads don't have heads, and the places that don't have heads are full of them!"
Scene from the Governor's Mansion on Erna Planet.
The head of the Assassination Governor Bado was severed, and on his still fresh, unrotted skin, his head, in varying degrees of decay, was stitched together with needle and thread.
Ten minutes earlier, at 6:00 Erna Planet, Bado as Bado was about to give his speech, the podium above the Governor's Mansion opened and was pushed out from the inside. Bado was supposed to appear in the dawn as usual, but instead of Bado, his body fell from the suspended podium and suddenly hung in the middle of the Governor's Mansion.
The heads emitted different pungent odors, and the colors of the liquids dripping onto Bado's body and onto the ground were different, clearly indicating that they had been preserved by soaking in different liquids before being sewn onto Bado's skin.
The people around him, who were drowsy and forced to listen to the weekly 'instruction' from the great Governor Bado every Wednesday, were suddenly startled awake by the loud honking of horns.
In the crowd, some rubbed their eyes in disbelief, thinking they were hallucinating from being half asleep; some screamed in fear; some fell to the ground, their faces pale; some laughed and cheered after their initial shock; and some calmly turned on their Optical Brain to livestream and film... The scene was in complete chaos.
Having received advance orders from Bado to refrain from looking up, the guards noticed the varying reactions of the crowd and realized something was amiss. They immediately gripped their weapons and looked up, only to see their Governor covered in severed heads, his own head missing – a gruesome corpse with his scalp ripped open. They immediately activated their emergency plan, firing shots in an attempt to control the chaotic crowd below.
Since Bado took office Governor of Erna Planet, the people around the Governor's Mansion have been forced to listen to so-called 'teachings' every Wednesday, year after year. Those with strong enough connections can ignore this hard rule, while others endure it because the other party is the Governor of Erna Planet.
Now that Bado is dead, it means that most of the rules associated with Bado have collapsed at this moment. Those who can live around the Governor's Mansion's mansion have some background and power on Erdor Planet, and many of them know very well that the guards dare not really shoot at them.
Before long, after the initial fear from the visual shock subsided, the sounds of revelry quickly drowned out the gunshots, and the scene became increasingly out of control.
Three kilometers away from the Governor's Mansion, in a safe location, they saw the scene through Micro Electronic Eye that had been placed in advance. After changing their appearance and disguising themselves to look completely different from their original appearance, the Class 6 confirmed that there was no problem at the scene. Without lingering, they cleaned up the traces nearby without any hesitation and left quickly in their disguised identities before the matter escalated to the point of blocking the Jump Channel.
Under Qin Su's "hands-on" guidance, as Hepe watched the figures of Class 6) leave, Hepe immediately reported to the person on the other end of the communication network, "They're gone."
"Hmm." Qin Su silently marked the grayed-out name 'Bado' on the Erna Planet's website with a bright red X, moved Hepe's name up, glanced at the names around Hepe that were lit up in the same Green √, and gave an affirmative answer, "Pleasant cooperation, Governor Hepe."
In this unfamiliar world, he would never miss any opportunity to increase his sense of security.
Hepe breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, it was a pleasure doing business with you."
[Is this the dialogue I was expecting of Su-king? Is Su-king the mantis stalking the cicada, with Su-king lurking behind?!]
[It should be. King Su has kept his achievements hidden, but I'm still curious when King Su's influence reached Erna? King Su has people on Erna, other planets... ugh, I don't even want to think about it.]
[People are so resentful, they're not even afraid of corpses anymore.]
[Waking someone up at 6 AM? Are they any good-tempered? They've tolerated it for so long without snapping Bado; they're probably quite well-mannered.]
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Federation.
After the high-definition video ended, Greyliff looked at the crowd projected in 3D around him and said in a hoarse voice, "Speak up, everyone."
Qiu Pang's projection remained at the furthest point from Greyliff. Upon hearing this, his mind raced, trying to come up with his own words, while simultaneously thinking that the first thing he would do after the event was to go see the president to avoid being mistaken for someone like Bado, who might one day wake up with his head gone.
After Greyliff's voice fell silent, all was quiet.
Although no one spoke, everyone present clearly understood that being assassinated was perfectly normal for people like them.
However, most assassinations targeting important planetary officials often involve methods such as striking during their travels, in their usual vehicles or places they frequently pass through, or carrying out Assassinations during public events, or sending spies to gain their trust and then poisoning them... All these methods are solely for the purpose of a successful Assassination.
Often, it doesn't carry too much of a strong sense of revenge; instead, it involves taking out the collection and carefully and painstakingly sewing it onto the corpse... Bado's death, however, is extremely intense in its 'cause and effect revenge' aspect.
This filled them with extreme panic; no one had left behind more 'cause' in this world than they had.
Greyliff narrowed his eyes and looked at the person sitting closest to him in the projection.
The person seen by Greyliff stood up, placed his hands on the table in front of him, took a deep breath, and said, "I think that no one except Class 6 would be so bored as to do this. Besides Qin Su, no one would know that Bado, who is good at disguising himself, has a special hobby of collecting heads... So, this is most likely an assassination operation carried out by Class 6 under Qin Su's orders."
Aside from Bado's close friends, few people knew that Bado had a spacious secret room in the Governor's Mansion in Erna, where the walls, ceiling, and floor were filled with equally sized cubicles, each containing a head.
One-tenth of his skull was removed when he was young, and the missing part was supported by Exoskeleton. This defect made Bado a fanatical skull collector, and there was an 80% chance that the perfect skull he set his sights on would become one of his collections.
He happened to be invited past Bado's secret room and had seen those heads.
"So, what do you think we should do?" Greyliff didn't let Osmond off the hook as he stood up.
"...I'm sorry." Osmond, who had been called upon, looked embarrassed, swallowed nervously, and lowered his eyes, avoiding Greyliff's gaze. "I don't know."
"No," Greyliff denied quietly, "Osmond, you know that."
"!"
'Does Greyliff know something?'
Osmond nervously looked up and met Greyliff's gaze. He immediately guessed that Greyliff, just as he suspected, had already noticed his private activities. His face turned deathly pale. After a second of silence, he tried to struggle, hurriedly denying in a trembling voice, "No, no, no, you misunderstand. I really didn't mean that. I just wanted to..."
Greyliff had no intention of listening to Osmond's excuses and interrupted him in a chilling voice, "Since you've set your mind on it and taken some action, then go ahead and give it a try, Osmond. I'll be waiting for your good news."