MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-v2 Chapter 5 turning point

Sitting in front of the window, Lisa hummed an unknown little tune and used a fork to dig a small piece of cake from the cake, with a cautious expression and movement, as if she was dealing with some kind of treasure.

The milky white cream gently smeared the corners of the lips, and the faint taste of juice reverberated on the tip of the nose; the sponge-like cake entered the mouth with the tip of the tongue, and the sweet meringue of mixed eggs and sugar melted in the mouth, slowly melting... Lisa with a mouthful of cream, Happy eyes narrowed.

The two people sitting next to her spent more than ten minutes in a hurry to clean up the corpse, and sat down face to face panting.

"So... what are you going to do?"

Draco, who had a bruised forehead, smiled dryly, and his eyes carefully watched Anson, who was bowing his head in contemplation:

"Although it is very embarrassing to say that, we are already a boat... er... It should be said that we are people in a box."

"Of course, you can still push the deaths of these two people on me; it doesn't matter, it's human nature, I can understand, I already have such a psychological standard before doing this..."

"To shut up!"

"Okay."

Draco leaned back in his chair, bowed his head and said nothing.

An Sen, who was in deep thought, was in a rather tangled mood at this moment.

He really wanted to shoot the novelist in front of him, but his reason told him that even if he did, the officers of the Guards would not let him go—not to mention that now that he has become an insider, they are even less likely to let him go. Own it!

"How many guards were there in the car?"

"It's not very clear... But it should be between ten people and less than thirteen people. If you want to control one or two carriages to do things, those people are the minimum."

Draco replied immediately, glancing at the two corpses tucked under the chair: "Of course, there may be less than ten now."

"Most of the staff are ambushed in the two third-class carriages, and the only ones who can move freely are the three officers plus... uh... those who were killed by the esteemed Miss Lisa."

"They didn't set the exact start time and specific car, because this was originally a hot-headed plan; but I think that the dining car and the tenth car we are in are more likely. As for the reason... Haha, I won't talk nonsense. "

Because of a certain "novelist" who stole their extortion plan, he is now in carriage 10... Looking at Draco who kept laughing, Anson felt that the corners of his mouth began to cramp again.

He touched the pocket watch from the table, and the "tick-tock" hand had just passed eleven forty.

If I remember correctly, the three guard officers left the dining car at 11:15... With a frown, Anson looked at Draco again:

"How long does it take to make a round trip from the third-class carriage at the front end to the dining car?"

"Fifty minutes."

As if he had long guessed that Anson would ask this, Draco's mouth showed a wry smile when he answered:

"Actually, if there is no accident, this is my original plan - to sneak into the third-class compartment at the forefront first, deliberately caught by the flight attendant as a thief, find a time to take out the ticket for the second-class box, take advantage of the inspection by the flight attendant. The time difference escaped the guards' search and returned to this box safely."

"But I didn't expect that there was also a Guardsman among the flight attendants - the one who was dropped by me - he almost recognized me; even more did not expect that they also knew my ticket seat, and then Later... uh... you know what happened later."

Yes, I know it all, and I also found out that you have a special suicide technique.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, An Sen let out a long sigh... Fifty minutes, he still has at most fifty minutes to think about how to deal with this matter.

The purpose of the Guards is to direct and perform a big train robbery. For this reason, they need a hapless person who can take the blame and die on this train by the way.

If you really want to help this "trouble finding the door", there are only two ideas:

The first is to sneak all the way to kill the guard officers before they have time to kill them - killing can't make trouble go away, but it can make troublemakers go away.

The second is to follow the other party's ideas - since they want to do things, then help them to do something bigger.

Resisting the urge to bury his head in writing a copy, Anson probably has an idea.

"Okay... I can help you."

Before Draco's face showed joy, Anson interrupted coldly, "But before that, you have to tell me one more thing."

A writer who writes novels for second-rate popular newspapers and magazines, who can't even afford new coats and purses, why should he fight against the guards who control the security of the capital?

Make big news?

He has all the stories and black materials. As for the evidence... This world and times are different from Anson's previous life. There is no need to take an oath to publish news in newspapers. To spread rumors and slander is the minimum professional quality.

money?

He even got the materials for extortion, why can't he get the money?

So what is his purpose...

"Vengeance."

The smiling Draco said lightly: "I want revenge on the Guards."

"Two months ago, I received a job offer from Clovis Truth, along with their most recent issues; on the inside page of the October 22 issue, a very Unfortunate accident."

"A certain young man encountered a robbery on the street where he was hanging out on weekdays. His head was hot and he rushed up. After subduing the robber, he was cut on his calf by a sharp weapon."

"Just as he was covering his wounds and preparing to leave, the guards who called for help from the victim regarded him as a robber and shot him to death on the spot."

"Afterwards, the soldiers of the Guards were punished, and the young man was blamed for not being in the 'dangerous area'. It was a hasty incident... a very regrettable story."

Draco blinked~www.novelbuddy.com~ looked at Anson thoughtfully: "The victim, the robber, the young man, the soldier... The four people in the story, who is the murderer?"

"The victim calling for help? He's just saving himself; robbers? Even people with serious jobs in the current capital will rob people, otherwise they won't be able to survive."

"Soldier? He didn't know what happened. He only saw one person fall to the ground and one person was injured with something in his hand;"

"As for the young man... He is probably the only one of the four who is qualified to say that he is innocent." Draco raised the corner of his mouth, but his eyes became more and more fierce:

"None of them are murderers."

"In the face of the chaos of the capital, the guards were powerless... This organization behind the times is the murderer."

"Destroy their plan, let the security of the capital city of Clovis go on the right track, and let 800,000 people live in a city that does not need everyone to be in danger, and is ready to rob others or be robbed at any time... This is my revenge. "

When the words fell, Draco sat up straight again, put his hands on his knees with his right leg crossed, and looked at Anson:

"By the way, that young man's name is Miller Wilters, my last relative in this world, but you must have guessed it."

"That's my purpose and reason, Your Excellency Anson Bach - I know what I'm doing is gross and disrespectful, I know all their plans, but frankly I don't have the ability to escape from them, let alone stop them."

"I need your help... Of course, it's not free."

"All right."

Holding his head up slightly, An Sen sighed:

"But Your Excellency Draco Wilters, just in case, let me remind you first..."

"I'm asking for a high price!"