Capturing Condra had not taken much effort.
A Free State Guard hovercar had landed directly on the balcony of his spacious thirty-third-floor apartment and dragged him out of bed in less than two minutes.
It had not even disturbed the neighbors next door.
That guy had never dared take a single step outside the Free State. Even if The Alliance did not come after him, the survivors of River Valley Province would never let him go.
Not to mention Lord Sigma.
Having taken part in so many conspiracies, that important figure would never let him leave. If he wanted to stay alive, he had to be an obedient pig.
As for defecting to the Southern Legion, that had merely been a way to save his life, and something Flint Group had tacitly permitted.
After all, Lord Sigma had wanted the Administrator dead for more than a day or two.
Why not borrow the Southern Legion's hand?
The moment he was brought onto the hovercar, Condra had already understood his fate.
It was time to slaughter the pig...
Guard Bureau detention room.
Mayor Aldo had come to visit Condra, who was awaiting extradition.
Recently, this fellow had been at the center of a media storm.
Flint Group had attempted to use the media network of its subsidiaries to portray Condra as a peace fighter resisting The Alliance, while trying to convince Free State residents that the Free State had been forced by pressure from the Great Rift to humiliatingly violate its own laws and hand this brave Velander over to the unreasonable and overbearing Alliance.
At first, Aldo had doubted anyone would believe such bullshit. Turning an arms dealer into a peace fighter was an insult to people's intelligence. Then he discovered that the people who had voted for him