MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-v2 Chapter 6 behind the scenes

"disappeared?"

In the spacious and bright first-class box, the middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat and scarf and a top hat looked at the officer opposite him with his head bowed with interest:

"Captain, did I hear it wrong? The twelve of you, on the premise of having the scrutiny, funds, and intelligence that I brought you, let a powerless newspaper writer in the steam with nowhere to escape. Missing on the train...?"

"No, I...we...we didn't..."

The stammering "Captain" buried his head deep in his chest, and the soft and comfortable sofa seat under him made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, and the fine, rain-like cold sweat continued to seep from his temples and forehead.

"nothing?"

The middle-aged man's tone was irritable.

"We didn't lose him!" The courageous captain raised his head sharply:

"Actually, we have confirmed his exact location!"

"Oh?"

The middle-aged man who pretended to be surprised raised his eyes and took out a pipe and matches from his arms with his right hand: "Tell me?"

"Throughout the search, from the dining car to the last third-class and third-class car, I left a guard post in every passing car to ensure that once the target was hiding on the train, it was immediately exposed to our sight! "

Seeing that the other party had the intention to ask questions, the captain, who was so nervous and trembling just now, immediately said sternly and righteously with excitement:

"After a car-by-car investigation, it was basically confirmed that the target was not in any carriage behind the dining car, and it was even possible that he had stayed in a certain carriage from the very beginning and never left. Investigation."

"According to my judgment, he is probably in the third box of the tenth carriage now!"

The middle-aged man nodded expressionlessly:

"continue."

Um? The captain was taken aback:

"Continue what?"

"..."

The middle-aged man, biting his pipe, asked in a slightly sarcastic tone, "Since you already know the exact location of the target, why are you and me alone in this room?"

"This, this is mainly because... I have to report to you in advance." The captain explained.

"Oh... So it's all because of me that you didn't catch the target right away, right?"

"Yes..." The captain, who nodded instinctively, immediately turned pale in shock: "No no no... It's definitely not like this!"

"I have arranged for the two most capable subordinates to go to the No. 3 box of the No. 10 car to carry out the arrest operation before the search begins; I don't know why, they haven't come back to report..."

"Huh—"

The middle-aged man who let out a long sigh of smoke sprayed a puff of smoke on the captain's face.

"Cough, cough..." The captain, who was struggling with the choking, first resisted, but soon his face flushed, he lowered his head and covered his nose and mouth to practice coughing.

But just as he bowed his head, he suddenly felt a force pressed against the back of his neck.

"boom!"

The unsuspecting captain slammed his entire face on the mahogany dining table covered with velvet tablecloth.

Click!

The captain with a broken nasal bone didn't even have time to mourn, blood mixed with broken teeth spurted out of his mouth, and collapsed on his back, he looked at the indifferent middle-aged man in horror.

"Sir, I... ah!"

The answer to him was the middle-aged man's violent kick, which stabbed straight into the captain's abdomen.

"I've had enough of your incompetent and eager to make excuses for yourself!"

Looking down at the captain who was twitching like a worm on the ground, the middle-aged man biting a pipe raised his hand to take a cane from the sofa, with a cold expression on the captain's eyebrows:

"I can tolerate a capable subordinate who likes to make excuses, and I can tolerate a loyal mentally handicapped, but I can't tolerate a mentally retarded traitor who likes to make excuses, making the plan I have devoted countless efforts to go to waste!"

"Captain, you have fully proven yourself to be a moldy orange, so don't let me have the slightest doubt about your loyalty - from now on, the whole plan is in charge of me, and you are only responsible for obeying orders, understand?"

"Yes yes yes..." The blood-stained captain nodded again and again, and he didn't dare to hesitate at all with a terrified look.

"very good."

The middle-aged man, who was too lazy to look at him again, threw away the blood-stained cane in disgust, sat lazily on the sofa enjoying the scent of tobacco, and took out a silver-plated pocket watch from the inner pocket of his coat:

"Ten minutes... Ten minutes later, recall all your crews on the Iron Sky, and until Draco Wilters was caught, the carjacking plan was temporarily canceled, and the goal was to find the suitcase he was carrying. ."

"There is important evidence of the Guards' bribery and extortion to members of the Privy Council. Once exposed, the fate of the entire Guards will be more than just disbanding!"

"Follow, follow orders!"

The blood-covered captain struggled to get up. He still didn't forget to pick up the cane that had been thrown on the ground, carefully wiped it off with his sleeves, and handed it over with both hands to please:

"But my lord, if the carjacking plan doesn't go well, wouldn't the Privy Council..."

"This has nothing to do with you!"

With a cold snort, the middle-aged man grabbed his cane and glanced at that trembling face with disdain:

"First of all, I disapproved of this foolish plan from the very beginning - robbing the Iron Sky, and letting the Guards take full responsibility for the entire case, so that the Privy Council can't immediately abolish it... It sounds pretty good."

"But what if the Privy Council refuses to let the Guards take charge of the whole case, and what if the royal family decides not to stand on the side of the Guards and instead go to appease the nobles and hand over the case to someone unrelated to the case?"

"It's a matter of life and death for the entire Guard, don't put your hope on a phantom train robbery - if the Privy Council is really ready to attack us, let them see what they have to pay for it first. cost!"

Holding a pipe in his right hand~www.novelbuddy.com~ The middle-aged man's cold mouth suddenly raised slightly:

"Captain, have you heard the name Ludwig Franz?"

The captain with his head lowered carefully raised his eyes: "You mean... the son of Archbishop Luther?"

"That's right, it's him." The middle-aged man nodded slightly and looked out the window:

"He won a victory beyond all expectations at Fort Thunder, taking back the fortress that was vital to the Southern Army in nineteen days; it won't be long before the news of his victory will follow this squadron. The train arrived at the capital together, causing an uproar, right?"

"At that time, with the father of an archbishop, his prestige in the capital will be unimaginable for ordinary people, and the entire Franz family will take this to a step further, and the army will no longer have any reason to suppress him."

"But... I heard some very interesting rumors." The middle-aged man sneered: "This shocking victory may not be as simple as it seems..."

"In Ludwig Franz's army, it is very likely that some old gods organization is mixed."

"Old God School?!"

The shocked captain blurted out.

"Da da da!"

At this moment, there was a crisp knock on the door of the box.

The silent middle-aged man said nothing, while the captain covering his wound turned around and pressed the door handle of the box with a bit of resentment in his eyes.

The moment he opened the door, a slightly thin young man with black hair and brown eyes appeared in front of him with a smile.

The frowning captain was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed a stunned expression: "You, you're not the one from the dining car..."

"Pfft!"

Before he finished speaking, the smiling Anson stabbed him in the throat with a bayonet!