Extraordinary pedigree

The Gun of Morning Light I

13:20 PM.

New York, Social and Cultural Committee.

The wind was cold, and the gray clouds were pressing over the city. The cold breath of February enveloped the entire city in the cold.

The headquarters of the Social and Cultural Committee stands at the intersection of West 42nd Street and 10th Avenue. This building, which blends modern and classical architectural styles, is like the central pearl of the theater district. The facade of the building is composed of glass and metal, shining with a low-key and luxurious luster.

The surrounding theaters and cultural institutions seemed a little deserted in the cold winter wind, but the building was still busy, welcoming visitors and officials from all sides.

On the top floor of the building, in a classically decorated director's office, Adelaide Kurd, director of the Social and Cultural Committee, was enjoying a luxurious lunch.

His fat body almost filled the exquisite mahogany chair, and his face was covered with a greasy smile of a typical bureaucrat.

He stretched out his handkerchief and elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth stained by the sumptuous lunch, his fingers as thick as sausages.

This elegant move looked ridiculous on him.

The tableware on the fat director's table was meticulously arranged. On the plate was a delicate foie gras with truffle sauce, and the edge of the plate was dotted with tender grilled scallops and fresh white truffles; next to it was a glass of excellent Bordeaux red wine, the glass was crystal clear, the wine was slowly shaking in the glass, exuding a mellow fruity aroma; the dessert was a Michelin-level chocolate lava cake, sprinkled with gold foil on the surface, burnt on the outside and soft on the inside, and was slightly steaming, waiting for the final taste.

Just as the obese Kurd was immersed in this luxurious lunch, an old telephone in the corner of the office suddenly rang.

The retro shape of the telephone was integrated with the classical decoration of this office, but it conveyed an ominous premonition in this luxurious space.

The fat director frowned slightly, and a series of specific numbers flashed on the steampunk special channel prompt table. He recalled the people behind these numbers in his mind.

Bieberli from Wandman Newspaper...

This Emperor Penguin Faction reporter from Antarctica is one of his own personal writers.

It's really inconsiderate to call at this time. Doesn't he know that I don't like being interrupted while eating?

Although unhappy thoughts flashed through his mind, he still chose to answer the call.

With a click, the fat and big-eared director slowly pressed the answer button with his greasy fingers.

He leaned back in his chair, his fat body deeply sunk into the leather cushion, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"Bieberli, it's not time to pay the salary yet."

He sneered at the corner of his mouth, his tone was mocking and threatening, "As a political reporter of Wandman, don't keep talking to me. The people from Guoan and Xinmeng are watching..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a rude interruption from the other end of the phone.

Kurd's words got stuck in his throat, and before he could react, the other party started to speak:

"Director, don't mention your trivial things to me! The riot in the square has been out of control, and the most important thing is-the master of Hell's Kitchen has appeared! Do you know what that means?"

Then, the person on the other end of the phone directly relayed everything about the riot in the square, including the violent suppression of the mind suckers by the special agent of the Administration, Mole, and the appearance of the master of Hell's Kitchen at the scene of the suppression.

Finally, the person on the other end of the phone continued to add coldly:

"In addition, all my men have applied for special leave this week, and don't contact me again in the future!"

Kurd wanted to say something else, but the other party had no patience and hung up the phone directly, and a rapid busy tone came from the microphone.

Ding ding ding~~

His fat face suddenly became extremely ugly, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

He was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly pressed the microphone in his hand back to its original position, and the rough action made the phone make a muffled sound.

"Who does this damn penguin think he's talking to!" Kurd was furious, cursing under his breath, his face flushed.

"Damn you, you bastard Bieberli! Who do you think facilitated your promotion from Wandman reporter over the years? Who brought you out from the shitty place of Snow Hill Island in Antarctica, and supported you all the way to the position of 'special correspondent'?!"

His eyes were full of anger, and the fat on his face kept shaking as he roared, and his voice became louder and louder.

"Without me! You will never see the beast master worshipped by your faction in your whole life!!!"

The angry Kurd gripped the chair handle with both hands, feeling that he was humiliated in public.

While the obese director Adelaide Kurd was still cursing Bieberli angrily, the phone rang again. The ringing echoed in the office with a harsh sense of urgency.

Kurd glanced at the flashing code on the phone irritably. This time, unlike the last media harassment, the number was a familiar specific channel.

He narrowed his eyes, and his fat fingers reached for the microphone again. When he grabbed it, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Speak." His tone was cold, like an angry predator.

A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone. The voice was cold and mechanical, without any emotional fluctuations, like a well-trained killer making a routine report:

"Mary Collins is dead. The people who liberated the hoofbeats did it."

Kurd's expression froze for a moment, but he did not interrupt and continued to listen.

"Collins was assassinated on her way back to her office after attending a press conference on improving security for infected people participating in competitions. Members of Liberation Hoof, disguised as reporters, approached her and detonated a small explosion hidden in the camera. device."

The voice coming from the microphone was still terrifyingly calm:

"Collins was killed on the spot, and the entourage was also seriously injured. As for her security - the two financial beasts [Heart-J] and [Diamond-K], for some reason did not activate. Now, the liberation hoof They made a public statement, saying that Collins was a symbol of using the law to oppress the infected, and that what they did was an act of justice, and they vowed to end the vicious cycle of the horse racing system. They also declared on the public screen that they would completely destroy the entire system. The Triple Crown Kentucky Derby has been suspended."

Kurd's face was extremely gloomy, and he listened in silence.

The [Heart-J] and [Diamond-K] mentioned by the other party are powerful and terrifying financial beasts in the financial field of the new world. The security failure of the two is not an accident, but an extremely rare abnormal event.

Behind this, there is obviously more than just the attack of Liberation Hooves.

After a moment, he responded coldly:

"knew."

The obese director took a heavy breath, clutched the phone receiver tightly with his fingers, his joints made a faint creaking sound, and his eyes flashed with uncontrollable murderous intent.

It was a kind of calm before the storm. He looked like a ferocious beast about to leap out of the cage and bite all the prey in front of him.

The report on the other end of the phone continued, and this report completely made Kurd's expression distorted.

"We recently found Mikhail himself at the Mobile Ark Hotel, and he was with Miss Lydia..."

Bang--

Before the other party could finish speaking, a loud bang shook the entire office. Kurd's fist hit the table hard, and the entire exquisite mahogany desk shook and almost cracked.

Kurd's face changed suddenly, veins popped out on his plump cheeks, his eyes were like burning flames, and the whole person looked like an enraged beast at the moment.

His voice roared, full of hysterical rage:

"No matter what method you use, just cut that damn infected person into pieces! I want him to disappear completely!"

He was breathing heavily, so much rage that it seemed that even the person on the other end of the line could feel his violent breath.

He gritted his teeth and his tone became more fierce:

"As for Lydia, bring it back to me immediately! Don't worry about her feelings! She actually defied me for those dirty bastards. Does she know everything I have done for her?"

"I am her father, she owes me everything! It's not that I owe her everything!!!"

The person on the other end of the phone simply responded:

"yes."

Then, the person on the other end quickly hung up the phone.

The busy signal on the phone echoed in the room again, Adelaide's face was livid, and the fierce light in his eyes remained.

His breathing was heavy, and his hands were gripping the edge of the table, his nails almost digging into the wood.

Anger burned in his chest like a ball of fire, burning him almost to the point of losing his mind.

Dong dong dong——

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside the office, interrupting his thoughts.

He was startled, eyes fixed on the direction of the door.

Come again! ! !

Damn it, what a fucking day it is today, it’s endless, isn’t it? ?

Everything that happened today challenged his patience.

Questions came one after another.

Outside the door, the secretary cautiously said with a slightly fearful voice:

"Director, Mr. Abraham from the Management Bureau..."

Bang——

Before he finished speaking, Kurd suddenly stood up, his fat body made a muffled sound, and the chair was pushed to the ground.

He quickly walked to a full-length mirror in the office, forcibly restrained all his violent emotions, repeatedly adjusted his facial expression in front of the mirror, and tried to squeeze out a "extremely amiable" smile.

However, his fat, pig-like face made this expression look strangely stiff and comical.

However, it was just like this, and he still had to act like this. Facing the fourth sword holder of the Kingdom of Heaven, he had to behave appropriately.

After a while, he picked up a bottle of elven alchemy perfume on the table.

This perfume is extremely luxurious. It is said that in the legends of pirates in various worlds, a lucky pirate became a cross-border businessman after hijacking 10 boxes of this perfume, and escaped from his mediocre fate.

Of course, this legend is just like a third-rate joke, without any credibility. His existence is only to highlight the preciousness of perfume.

Maybe this third-rate joke was spread by the elf perfume merchants themselves.

Kurd gently pressed the perfume nozzle, and a fine mist sprayed into the air.

He slowly turned his wrist and used a very professional way to spray perfume - spraying it accurately on several key parts such as the wrist, behind the ears, and neck to ensure that the fragrance spreads evenly.

Then, he smiled slightly in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, then straightened his collar and adjusted the position of his tie.

"Take out my treasured Silver Moon Wine." He ordered his secretary.

This wine is an extremely rare 'Silver Moon Holy Wine'. It is brewed from a secret vineyard in the New World. The wine is clear and has a mellow taste. It is regarded as a top luxury product in the upper class.

“Yes.” The secretary responded, and then hurriedly left the place in high heels.

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13:30 PM.

The reception room of the Cultural Committee headquarters.

The reception room where Xia Xiu is now is undoubtedly one of the most luxurious places in the entire building.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and the soft light shines down, reflecting the magnificent decorations.

The surrounding walls are covered with works by famous painters in the New York Theater District, and the colors of the oil paintings are particularly vivid under the light.

In the center of a long marble table is a bunch of the most precious white broom flowers in the New World, exuding a faint fragrance.

The heavy velvet curtains fall gently, and the whole room is filled with an elegant and solemn atmosphere.

Xia Xiu sits casually on a leather sofa, with his iconic black top hat and silver cane beside him.

He looks a little lazy, with his left hand casually resting on the armrest of the sofa, and his posture is extremely relaxed.

The whole person seemed to blend into the luxurious environment around him, but under his seemingly loose appearance, his thoughts never stopped.

In a place that others could not see, the retina of the fourth sword bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven was flowing with various information from the think tank [Adam] of the Administration. Data streams continued to emerge, and information flowed into his eyes one after another.

Suddenly, a message caught his attention.

He pointed casually with his right hand, and the words in his retina flashed out:

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***[Special Report of Edison Federation News]***

February 2, 1591 in the Terra calendar

Title: Mary Collins, Chairman of the Race Supervision Committee, was assassinated in Washington, and the assassin came from the Liberation Hoofbeats Riot Organization

Text:

This morning, an assassination that shocked the whole country took the life of Mary Collins, Chairman of the Edison Federation Race Supervision Committee.

The attack occurred near the center of the capital, the District of Columbia. When Ms. Collins finished the press conference and introduced to the public the plan to strengthen the safety measures of the infected horse racing competition, she was assassinated on her way back.

She is a key figure in the federal horse racing industry. In the New World, before the birth of the Golden Tree, she has been committed to promoting the participation of infected people in horse racing and helped formulate a number of policies and regulations.

Details of the attack:

The incident occurred at 10:45 in the morning, when Ms. Collins and her entourage had just left the venue. An assassin disguised as a reporter mixed into the media team, approached Collins as she walked towards the vehicle, and detonated the explosive device hidden in the camera. The explosion directly caused Collins to die on the spot and several entourage members were seriously injured.

After the attack, the Liberation of Hoofbeats organization {related link+} quickly issued a statement through underground channels, claiming responsibility for the incident and accusing Collins of being "a tool for exploiting and objectifying infected people."

Collins' influence and controversy:

As the chairman of the event supervision committee, Mary Collins has a deep influence in the government and business fields.

Before the birth of the New World, she had already led a number of policies related to the "Uma Girl Event" {related link+} and actively promoted legislation to enable infected people to participate in national horse racing on a larger scale.

Although Collins has publicly emphasized that these events provide equal opportunities for infected people to show themselves, her policies have also aroused dissatisfaction among many infected people groups, who believe that this is exacerbating the objectification and exploitation of infected people.

Statement of Liberation Hoofbeats and government response:

In a statement, Liberation Hoofbeats said that Collins' death was a major victory for them against the federal government's infected people policy, and they will continue to fight against all power institutions and individuals that exploit and oppress infected people.

The death of Ms. Collins marks the organization's entry into a more violent phase.

The Edici federal government responded urgently to the incident and vowed to intensify the crackdown on Liberation Hoofbeats and its members.

A spokesman for the federal office said: "This heinous act is a serious challenge to federal security. We will use all means to bring the perpetrators to justice and ensure that such atrocities will not happen again."

The government also announced that it would increase the security prevention and control level for all senior officials and event venues related to horse racing events, and deploy more security forces to prevent further attacks.

Public reaction:

The assassination of Mary Collins has caused widespread panic and anger across the country.

People who support the government's horse racing policy expressed their condolences, while advocates of the rights of the infected used this incident to call on the government to re-examine its horse racing policy for the infected.

Some protests have broken out in multiple cities, demanding a thorough reform of the rules of horse racing events and an end to the objectification of the infected.

The assassination has brought new waves to the tension between the federal government and the infected, and the public has also paid more attention to the Liberation Hoofbeats Organization and its increasingly violent means.

The investigation of the incident is still ongoing, and the situation in the Edisi Federation in the next few weeks will attract much attention.

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Xia Xiu rubbed his eyebrows involuntarily, and a helpless look appeared on his face.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"It's the prelude to another storm, the conflict between the infected and humans, the conflict between the abnormal community and the government..."

"These conflicts have always been one of Terra's most difficult dilemmas... and every time, there is a sense of impending storm."

He squinted slightly, as if thinking about the next situation.

"This time, we must not allow the situation to develop to the point of the Bodhi Tree Massacre. When necessary, the Administration can only suppress it by treating the symptoms rather than the root cause."

squeak--

While Xia Xiu was meditating, the door was gently pushed open, and a secretary with a curvy figure walked in.

She was wearing black business attire and black stockings that highlighted her slender legs. She was holding a delicate silver plate with a bottle of uniquely shaped wine - Silver Moon Wine.

The body of the bottle is as smooth as a mirror, glowing with a faint silver light, as if it contains the power of moonlight, and the mouth of the bottle is engraved with complex moon patterns.

The secretary walked gently to Xia Xiu, bowed slightly respectfully, and then uncorked the bottle of Silver Moon Wine in an orderly manner, and an elegant aroma suddenly filled the air.

She poured the wine into a crystal wine glass. The wine flowed slowly, showing a clear and translucent silver color. The liquid rippled in the glass like moonlight, and tiny silver light spots shone on the surface of the wine.

After pouring the wine, the secretary stood aside, still holding the Silver Moon wine firmly with both hands, his eyes lowered and his movements meticulous.

At the same time, the door was opened again, and a fat man with a big head and a ruddy face walked in with a smile on his face.

It was none other than the director of the Social and Cultural Committee, Adelaide Kurd.

He walked toward Xia Xiu enthusiastically with slightly clumsy steps.

"Your Excellency Abraham, welcome! Your arrival really makes us shine! I have been looking forward to it for a long time!" The fat Kurd's voice was loud and full of enthusiasm.

He stretched out his right hand widely and placed it in mid-air, obviously wanting to shake hands with Xia Xiu.

Xia Xiu raised his eyes and glanced at Kurd, then looked at the secretary standing respectfully beside him. He already had a clear picture of this fat-headed and big-eared bureaucrat.

He stood up, with a faint smile, and shook hands with Kurd. The strength of his hand was not strong, and he handled the matter politely. He maintained a polite and distant look on his face, and his tone was calm:

"Director Kurd, I came here specially today just to discuss the political affairs of the New Alliance with you."