The Colonel's Death

Let's kill a few first.

For example, that colonel, that heartless scoundrel who claims to be righteous, should die sooner rather than later to save the country food supplies.

Little Hill County after midnight.

The night was dark and windy, and all was quiet.

Suika stood on the rooftop, looking at the sky where even the moon and stars were hidden behind the clouds, and asked Shanghai beside her,

"Do you think it would be cool if I put a giant spotlight up to the sky and then put a sign there so it shines into the air?"

Oh no, will Batman sue me for plagiarism?

Never mind then...

Suika pursed her lips. She did have quite a few favorite heroes from Columbia Pictures, but this rich second-generation Batman just happened to be one of them.

It's not that she hates saints, but she simply can't understand Batman's thought process.

To be precise, Suika didn't quite understand the thought processes of many other "heroes" whose brains were similar to his.

After all, any person with a sound mind would not give a vicious and wicked enemy a chance to make a comeback.

But these people insist on upholding justice while repeatedly showing leniency towards the villains who harm ordinary people.

What's wrong? The villain who was defeated is completely dead and can't come out to cause trouble again, which would affect the hero's performance?

In Suika's opinion, it's fine if they haven't done anything wrong, but any villain with blood on their hands should be killed, one by one.

As for why they didn't want to be villains, they were forced into it by society and capital.

That's a joke.

Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Who forced you to do this? Who did you go after? You can't beat capital, so you turn on ordinary people. You deserve to die.

The reason she focused her attention on both the Deep Pool and the military during her trip to Tara is because she cannot accept the means of sacrificing civilians for profit and so-called "lofty ideals".

Taking advantage Suika the darkness, I wandered around Little Hill County, but didn't find any lucky ones strolling around outside.

Given this situation, she was left with only one choice.

That was the garrison in Little Hill County.

Her target, that colonel, will most likely be in the military.

After all, what the other party wants to do will be launched in the next few days, and he would definitely not choose to return to the city at this time.

Soon, Suika found the city defense army's garrison.

The city defense forces of Little Hill County are quite interesting.

Logically, the city's defense forces are meant to protect the city's inhabitants from attacks by external enemies. According to this principle, the best choice for soldiers would be local Tara people, or at the very least, Tara people from other areas.

But Little Hill County is different; its garrison is mainly composed of non- Tara Victoria, with a small number of locals.

As is well known, although the Tara people have merged into Victoria, there are still considerable differences between the two sides.

This divide was even more acute at Tara's headquarters.

Therefore, under these circumstances, Suika's hard to say who the city's defense forces, mainly composed of non- Tara people, are actually protecting against.

This also sowed the seeds for the city's defense forces to bombard Tara without hesitation later on.

Suika quickly located the target's position.

Colonel Hamilton, the highest-ranking military officer in the area, was currently reviewing the intelligence he had on hand.

What he was about to do concerned the fate of the nation. If he succeeded, Little Hill County, the sacred place in the hearts of the Tara people and the last home of these despicables, would cease to exist, and Victoria would become a unified whole.

To this end, he did not hesitate to join forces with outsiders, all so that his plan could be fully implemented.

In his plan, all the Tara people in Little Hill County would become Infected under the cover of Originium Bomb.

Then, under the pretext of screening for traitors, he led his troops into the city.

At that time, the voices of the Tara people will no longer be heard in this town.

So far, the plan is progressing very smoothly. Now, all that's missing is a trigger. Once he receives confirmation that the Ghost Unit has appeared in the city and is being protected by the Tara people, he can use the Tara people's betrayal of their country as a pretext to carry out his plan, and then it will be successfully implemented.

Just then, the door suddenly opened.

He looked towards the door with displeasure.

"Don't you have any manners? Don't you know you should knock before entering?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

There was no one at the door, and the guards outside didn't make a sound.

He reached under the table, pulled out a crossbow, aimed it at the doorway, and then reached for the longsword beside him with his other hand.

Just as he was stroking it, the longsword was shoved into his hand.

"Thank you..." Before he could finish his instinctive thank you, his whole body suddenly tensed up.

He was clearly alone in the room, so who handed him the weapon?

He glanced to both sides out of the corner of his eye, but saw nothing.

The door creaked and groaned as it shook.

Just then, a shadow flashed past to the right.

Hamilton took a deep breath, then slashed his longsword sharply to the right rear, while leaping towards the door.

Chapter 562 The Dead Colonel

As long as I get there, as long as I get there, I can survive.

Hamilton rushed toward the door. Although he never saw who attacked him, he knew the attacker was very skilled. If he wanted to survive, he had to escape the house and call for backup.

Just when he thought he had successfully rushed out the door, he looked up and found that the door had closed again sometime during the night.

He had no time to react and crashed headfirst into the door.

With a loud thud, Hamilton, who was dazed from the impact, turned around and finally saw who had attacked him.

At this moment, Suika was sitting on the table clapping her hands.

"This one really rings; if it rings, it's a good one..."

"Who are you, and what do you want?"

Hamilton stood close to the door, his eyes fixed on Suika.

He was quite certain he didn't know her; her sudden appearance here so late couldn't possibly be just to get a drink of water.

"Me? Who am I? You don't deserve to know. What's most important is whose person I am, isn't it?"

Suika grinned

Hamilton continued asking, while secretly trying to open the door with his hands behind his back.

"And who is the person behind you?!"

"Did you think I was going to talk about Eblana's little fire dragon?"

NONONO...

It's important to understand that Draco is still alive, and Tara and even Victoria aren't the only ones claiming rights to him.

As far as I know, there's another one in the Great Yan region.

Also, could you please stop twisting the door? It's locked...

Since we're all going to die anyway, wouldn't it be better to chat before we die?

Oh, right, the person behind me.

That's incredible! You should have heard of her name— Vina Victoria.

Hmm, why are you staring so wide-eyed? Is it strange that Vina is alive? Even if the old king is a good-for-nothing, Londinium is still a place that Aslan has managed for many years.

If you can't escape yourself, sending your only heir away shouldn't be too much of a problem, right...?

After all, even if an old man is completely useless, he shouldn't be so incapable of finding a single trustworthy person.

Suika thoroughly enjoyed seeing the other person's shocked expression.

"Alright, we've said enough. It's past midnight, time to get going, Colonel."

After checking the time, Suika looked at the other person.

"Wait, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw a crossbow bolt embedded in his chest.

When he looked up again, Suika was no longer there.

He tried to open the door to call for help, but he couldn't lift his hand. His last memory before losing consciousness was hearing his guards outside urgently calling his name.

Hamilton's doorman was completely dumbfounded.

The two of them felt the urge to urinate and went to the toilet.

After all, this was the deepest part of the military camp, and it was late at night, so few people would come. Therefore, they did not inform the colonel.

But when they returned, they found a very obvious mark on the door. Sensing something was wrong, they opened the door and felt as if the sky had fallen.

Hamilton lay face down on the ground, his left hand raised and pointing forward, his right hand still tightly gripping the crossbow, and blood had spread around him.

When the guards rushed over and picked him up, he had already stopped breathing.

At this moment, Suika stood outside the military camp, looking at the sky.

"Shanghai, for some reason I want to sing... that famous song <Freesia>, but I feel like this guy doesn't deserve it."

Shanghai flew around Suika once before landing on her head, and the two disappeared from the spot again.

The entire city garrison quickly erupted into turmoil.

After all, Hamilton held a high-ranking position as the commander of a county's garrison, and his sudden death in his own house would certainly cause a stir.

But the final forensic examination results surprised everyone.

Hamilton died from an arrow wound inflicted by his own crossbow.

Of course, no one thought he committed suicide. After all, committing suicide by piercing the chest with a crossbow would be extremely awkward and would cause prolonged suffering.

As a soldier, Hamilton would not choose this method even if he were to commit suicide, even if the arrow came from his crossbow.

But there were no other markings on the crossbow.

To avoid being held responsible for their dereliction of duty, the guards at the door insisted that no one had entered, claiming they only opened the door after hearing unusual noises inside, and that the colonel was already dead when they came in.

Hamilton's death became an unsolved mystery.

"Hamilton is dead... so can our plan still go ahead?" Eblana frowned upon hearing Hamilton's sudden act of protecting him.

She didn't care about the Bandit's sudden death, after all, those subordinates were already at odds with her and had a long history of bloodshed.

She wouldn't be surprised if she died at any time.

But Hamilton was different. He was the supreme leader of the local city garrison and an indispensable part of his plan. His sudden death would seriously affect his plans.

"Don't worry, sir."

I have temporarily suppressed the news of the colonel's death; currently, only a small portion of the city's defense forces know about it.

I will delay reporting this matter. By the time someone from above arrives, our plan will be complete, and it will be too late."

A voice spoke from the shadows below.

Hearing his words, Eblana nodded in satisfaction. "Then it's up to you, Lieutenant Hill."

After Hill left, Eblana's face darkened.

"Mandragora, Harmonie, things have been a bit strange in Little Hill County these past few days. Please be careful."

Also, I told others that I didn't want to hear any surprises until the plan was complete.

"Understood!" The two nodded and then disappeared into the house.

When Eblana was alone, she looked out at the dark gate.

"Interesting, there are other people involved. Caster or that Gaodoting from the south?"

While she was doing her mental test, Suika had already returned to her place and fallen into a blissful sleep.