The Emerald Tower

"Master, all the guests have come!"

Little knocked on the door and said softly.

"Oh, I see!"

Zimo’s voice came through the door. Although he couldn’t see Zimo’s expression, Lit could feel the excitement of Zimo—for a person who had served Zimo for fifteen years, so It's not difficult to feel about it. What's more, Zimo's behavior has fallen into Lit's eyes these days, and Lit has confirmed his guess.

However, Little was wise and did not show anything, so he stood quietly at the door.

For those of them who walk in the shadows, knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.

And the reason why he has been able to live smoothly until now is because he knows how to measure.

Those who came to Vauban at the same time as him, whose status and status far surpassed him, and who were also better than him, have become bones for various reasons.

Among them, the most important point is that I know too much.

"Leet, let the cook prepare something more, I want to make the table rich enough!"

Coming out of the door, Zimo, in a black dress, ordered like this.

"Yes, sir!"

Little bowed and agreed, and then walked quickly toward the kitchen.

Zimo stood in place, filtered all the plans at this moment in his mind, and after confirming that there was no omission, he walked into his living room with that habitual smile.

A total of five people are sitting in the living room.

Although two or three are familiar, all five of them are cloaks and masks. It obscures its true appearance.

For these spies. Some habits. Already carved into the bone marrow.

"Good evening and welcome everyone!"

Zimo said hello with a gentle smile.

However, the effect of such a gentle smile is obviously not very good——

"River Rat, how do you know my identity?"

A spy asked coldly.

"Yes, our identity should only be known by the leader!"

The voice of another spy was equally cold. You're welcome, and the questioning in the tone is really clear and audible.

"The leader? Do you mean Lord Madr? Unfortunately, he has been executed by Lord Lone Wolf... Now the leader of County Vauban is Lord Lone Wolf!"

Zimo replied with a constant smile.

And this kind of words immediately caused the five spies in front of them to twist their bodies slightly uneasy; perhaps they had already guessed Mader's fate, but when they heard it in the true sense, they still felt that they didn’t. At ease; especially. The two spies who had an excellent relationship with Madel were even more stunned.

Zimo stood there. I kept everything under my eyes, and the smile on the corner of my mouth couldn’t help becoming more and more brilliant-Zimo knew too well about these guys like me; no matter what job they were in, what role they played, their In essence, they are greedy for life and fear of death.

In fact, that kind of guy who is like a dead man has already become abandoned again and again under Madel's plan.

Those who can stay are roles that are easily controlled.

And this is why he dared to implement this ‘overhead’ plan.

That's right, it's ‘overhead’!

Zimo has always been obsessed with power, and he worked hard to extend his ‘tentacles’ into every corner of Vauban, in order to replace Mader one day.

It's just that, in normal times, he is well concealed.

But this time, Dean's appearance gave him an opportunity-not only to escape a life and death disaster, but also to enable him to implement the plan he had prepared for many years.

"Since Lord Lone Wolf has become the leader, then... what about Lord Lone Wolf?"

Regarding the news that a leader of the Gaosai'airborne' was present, the senior spies in Vauban also had such news.

"Master Lone Wolf didn't know about this party!"

Zimo said frankly.

"River Rat, what do you want to do?"

The living room was quiet, and after a while, a spy asked.

"What do you say? This is an opportunity for me and us!"

Zimo glanced at the five people present with a full smile, and said slowly.

"Do you want to replace it?"

A spy asked quite carefully.

"No, no, I don't have such thoughts... That lone wolf lord is definitely not so easy to deal with-the great knight around Madel was killed by this lone wolf lord, I don't want to offend this Lord Lone Wolf!"

Zimo waved his hands again and again, looking sincere and fearful.

"Then isn't it irritated now?"

A spy on the scene asked angrily, and the remaining four also turned their heads and stared at Zimo closely-obviously, these five high-level spies were frightened by the news that Zimo had just said.

A leader who can easily kill the knight...

For them, this is simply disaster-like news.

After all, such leaders, once they know about their gatherings, they will definitely have no good results.

As for soft-heartedness?

They absolutely have no such luxury.

"Don't worry, don't worry, this gathering is a secret, and the Lord Lone Wolf will never know... I can swear by my real name!"

Zimo calmed the panicked spies.

"So, Rat...what do you want to do?"

The spy who questioned first asked.

"I want to form an alliance with you!"

Zimo smiled and said his purpose.

"Alliance? Do you want to take away the lone wolf lord?"

Although the spies present were greedy for life and fear of death, they were definitely not fools. Just after Zimo stated their purpose, they had already guessed what Zimo planned.

"How is it considered to be overhead? We will truthfully report any news to Lord Lone Wolf, and, after our layers of review. Such news will be extremely accurate... and Lord Lone Wolf's strength. We provide much security. Make our work more efficient-this is a win-win situation!"

Zimmer denied his plan, and he said it in a high-sounding manner.

He glanced at the spy door present again, raised his voice slightly, and asked again: "Everyone, our alliance is profitable but harmless... Have you forgotten the wealth accumulated by Lord Madr? If we don’t form an alliance, we won’t be able to obtain such wealth in our entire lives, and once we form an alliance... such wealth is simply at our fingertips. Even more!"

Zimo patted his palms as he spoke.

Pop, pop!

In the crisp applause, two of Zimmer’s subordinates came out carrying a box; then, the box was opened, and under the light of the living room, the Kimpton in the alley was shining and inhaled. The sound came from the mouths of those spies.

"How is it? Will you share with me?"

Zimo collected the appearance of the spies in front of him under his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of triumph-although there were some items that covered his face, his breathing became thicker. The trembling body has already explained everything.

"What if we don't want it? Will it become the corpse in the moat tomorrow morning?"

The same spy who first questioned. He asked again.

"Why? I'm not a person who likes to use violence. This is just a private gathering of us. If someone doesn't want to, we can naturally withdraw. Then, we will assume that this has never happened! Now, I want to hear Listen to your thoughts, should you join? Or quit?"

Zimo was surprised, and shook his head slightly, denying the spy's guess.

Although it was a look of sincerity, none of the spies present would believe such words.

drop out?

It is too light.

Not to mention coming here, you are already on the thief ship. Just under the premise that some people join and some people leave, the former is bound to be a rift, while the latter becomes the target of public criticism.

This situation can be reversed unless it is mostly withdrawn!

but……

The eyes of the five high-level spies hidden under their hoods looked at the people around them—obviously, they couldn't confirm who would quit, or...the people who were waiting to quit?

After all, this seems to be a good opportunity to get rid of ‘superfluous people’!

Between spies, competition is far greater than cooperation.

Even if they are all under one person.

Zimo sat not far away, smiling at this scene-no doubt, this did not exceed his expectations, and even was within his expectations itself.

After all, he knew well that Mader chose these remaining subordinates, not only chose the more timid, but also, there were enmities between each and everyone.

This is for Mader to better control his subordinates.

But... Now, naturally, he laid the foundation for him.

For five full minutes, the entire living room was filled with suspicion and suspicion.

Zimo accurately counted the time. When someone was about to be overwhelmed, he stood up, and took the opportunity to pick up the wine glass placed on his table——

"Since everyone hasn't spoken~www.wuxiaspot.com~ then...I will take it as everyone's default-now, please drink to our alliance!"

Zmo raised his glass high.

The five high-level spies were silent again and hesitated for a moment. Just when two of them were uncomfortable and ready to reach out and pick up the wine glasses, a gloomy voice suddenly rang in the living room——

"River Rat!"

It's just Zimmer's code name, and there are no other sentences.

However, it was this voice that made Zimo, who had been in control of the overall situation, trembles. He turned his head hard and looked at the figure that appeared behind him at some unknown time. His voice was extremely hoarse: "Lonely, lonely. Lord Wolf?!"

And Dean's answer was a throwing knife out of his hand.

ps first more~

Decadence went out to work in the morning, and came back a bit late...I am embarrassed to say...(To be continued...)()