The male protagonist tricked me

Half a day ago, it was the middle of the night in the central country of the Angk Union.

Most people have fallen into a deep sleep, but there are still some places that are still brightly lit.

The presidential palace of the Central State is exactly such a place.

However, this is not such a strange thing.

After all, the presidential palace has always been busy with official duties, and it is very common for them to stay overnight.

Especially recently, because of the affairs of the Xiyang Empire, the entire presidential palace has been extremely busy.

The minister in charge of energy was having a video conference with Raymond Dern with a tired face.

The fact that the Xitian Empire raised Zerg and traded people was naturally handed over to the International Court of Justice to judge its crimes. It doesn't matter much either.

After all, what a country needs, besides a good reputation, is more important than tangible benefits.

Facing the innocent people of the Xiran Empire, many countries in the interstellar world that lack population have extended olive branches, and they naturally have no shortage of new places to settle down.

But the Angk Union and the Xialu Empire, as the two largest countries in the entire interstellar world, are not short of population. They need something more valuable to fill their appetites.

The star power mines of the Xiyang Empire have been exhausted, even if Raymond Dern and Wei Rufa led the joint army to dig three feet, they were unable to dig out anything useful from the mines of the Xiyang Empire. Things have come, so the situation has been somewhat stalemate.

"There are only a few cruel little star power mines." Raymond Dern sighed, and sighed at the Minister of Energy, "Just this little thing, let alone the Xialu Empire, I don't even have business with the family Know."

The Minister of Energy, who was forced to work overtime again until late at night, was unhappy, rubbed his brows tiredly and said, "Maybe after all the residents on the planet have moved out, you can look for them with your hands and feet, and you don't have to stick to star power. Mine, and other valuable ores are also acceptable."

He squeezed the report in his hand, and said seriously: "If this continues, the military expenditure for maintaining the Xiyang Empire will exceed the budget, and this is the budget approved on the premise that you find something. My suggestion is, If you really can’t find it, don’t look for it, and you can save a lot of money by coming back earlier!”

"But I have to give an explanation to the Dern family, right? I mean, do you understand what I mean?" Raymond Dern looked impatient, "Then I will apply for a longer stay in the army, and there are military expenses , can the president approve it?"

"Shouldn't you go to the military for that kind of thing?" The Minister of Energy felt that he was going crazy - such meaningless quarrels were happening almost every day, and he really didn't know why Raymond Dern, a lunatic, couldn't go directly to the President , or to discuss the budget with the military, but to torture himself, the energy minister, back and forth!

You know, if they can really find some energy source, it's reasonable to find themselves.

But right now, it's clear that they haven't found anything? !

Even so, Raymond Dern persisted in calling him every day, and even showed him the various hollowed-out mines and ores in the Xiran Empire through live video, and asked him if there was any value for secondary development of these mines. , Are those ores useful?

God knows, he's just a minister of energy, not a geologist!

In private, the Minister of Energy has complained to many officials, bluntly saying that the young master of the Deen family is impatient and may not be able to handle things well.

And if the other party asked him the whole story, he just vomited bitterness.

After all, De En's family is greedy for the business of the Star Power Mine, and reaching out to the Xiyang Empire is a tacit secret among the noble circles.

Originally, everyone just watched indifferently, hoping to wait for the Deen family to test the water first and come up with a regulation.

That means, if the Dern family takes advantage at that time, they can find a way to get involved.

And if it happened to be the current situation...they would just be jokers, and they would definitely not say anything more.

Nowadays, this incident of the Dern family has become the laughing stock of many people.

Even so, in the entire interstellar world, the Anke Alliance and the Xialu Empire have a higher reputation, and even many people have heard of the Deen Family and the Red Lotus Army, but these false names are not for the nobles. But it has no practical effect.

What's more, they not only laughed at Raymond Dern, but even laughed at the Minister of Energy in their hearts.

After all, it's not me who is unlucky. Wouldn't it be nice to see the joke?

The Energy Secretary is not unaware of the twists and turns.

But since Raymond Dern arrived in the Xiyang Empire again, he has been harassed every day and has to work overtime until late at night, and he doesn't have the mind to worry too much.

After all, everyone who gets into this job is a genius, and no one is willing to do the drudgery of being pestered and complained by Raymond Durn every day for him.

Just like at this moment, the Minister of Energy felt his painful hair stand on end, his body and soul screamed to remember, but he still had to listen to Raymond Dern's series of meaningless complaints.

"Why don't you go to the military department?! You have the nerve to ask me to tell the military department about such a shameful thing?!" Raymond Dern knocked on the table with a savage face, glaring at the Minister of Energy, "I just listened to your energy department. I believe that the Xiyang Empire has a star power mine, so I went to the Xiyang Empire, but now you tell me that it is impossible to come back? I haven't found the star power mine yet, will you pay this responsibility?!"

Naturally, the Minister of Energy did not dare to answer these words. He thought that Raymond Dern was just a bully, and he could find himself a little bit of bad luck by using this excuse, that is, to vent a little bit of dissatisfaction in his heart.

As long as he endured it no matter how much he endured, no matter how much Raymond Dern delayed his return, he would not be able to last for a month. By then, he would be liberated.

So the two of them seemed to be dealing with errands, chatting with ducks at both ends of the screen, killing the late night.

However, just when the Minister of Energy felt his head was empty, and he didn't even know what he was talking about, in the presidential palace late at night, there was another figure that should not appear here, quietly lurking in the night.

The light brain on his wrist lighted up faintly, slightly illuminating his face in the dark night.

It was a blond face, and the whole person looked like a teenager, very young.It's just that his expression is calm and calm.

I saw his fingers tap something on the optical brain, and the monitors in the corridor in front of him flickered with malfunctioning light, and went out one after another after more than ten seconds.

Then the young man easily walked through the long corridor in front of him as if he had entered no one's land.

And not long after his figure disappeared, those faulty monitors lit up as usual one by one, as if the gap of ten seconds just now was just a small glitch.

However, in the security room responsible for tonight's security monitoring, the members of the patrol team who were supposed to be on alert all the time fell asleep on the floor, unconscious.

In the darkness, only a piece of clothing gently drifted by without a trace.

An assassination operation is quietly being staged.

However, with the wonderful cooperation of the two, their superb technology, and the defense map and surveillance map of the Presidential Palace provided by Raymond Dern, this assassination of "the safest man in the world" seems so intriguing. It's a bit tasteless, and it can't even lift your spirits.

After all, politicians are not soldiers, let alone pure cultivators. Even if they ignite the star sea, their cultivation level is not enough. Lu Fenghua stabbed the star power knife with the power of the star sea into the He touched the President's chest without even getting a drop of blood on his hands.

At the last moment, he saw panic, despair, and himself in the politician's eyes.

It was a face he was completely unfamiliar with.

Another person soon appeared here, throwing a stack of documents prepared in advance on the desk already stained with the president's blood.

"Maybe they will tune in to the satellite surveillance." That human said.

"I'll erase those surveillance cameras on our way out of here." Lu Fenghua didn't care about that, he had never lost to any machine yet.

In the bright presidential office, the two looked at each other in silence. They seemed to have something to say to each other, but in the end they didn't know how to say it.

"I didn't expect you to agree to help him." After a long silence, the man finally spoke about an unimportant topic in a somewhat dry and hoarse voice.

Lu Fenghua took a deep look at that person, didn't deny it, but only said, "I'm just helping myself."

After finishing speaking, he looked away, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic any more.

But that person seemed to have finally plucked up the courage to speak, so he wanted to take advantage of this courage to say a few more words.

At this moment, Lu Fenghua's optical brain trembled slightly.

He was a little surprised—after all, few people knew about the newly replaced optical brain at this time, and in order to clear up the suspicion, Raymond Dern, who was most likely to communicate with him, should be continuing to argue with the Minister of Energy at this moment. No, then, who will be the person who communicated with him?

Seeing that Lu Fenghua's attention was completely attracted, the person who was about to speak sighed slightly, turned his head and put away any things that might reveal their whereabouts.

Although this assassination has been done quite perfectly, he always wants to clean up the battlefield habitually.

On the other side, Lu Fenghua's brows were tightly furrowed when he saw the information received in his brain.

——"Have you ever entered the secret realm of the ancient ruins? Do you have any experience to share."

The person who sent the message seemed to be worried that Lu Fenghua would not recognize his identity, so he thoughtfully left his name at the end of the message - "Song Ao".

Lu Fenghua frowned, he didn't doubt that Song Ao knew his contact information.

After all, judging from Jiang Heng's testing of him, he would definitely try to recruit him later.

But Lu Fenghua did not expect that Jiang Heng would hand over the initiative to Song Ao so quickly.

Could it be that something happened on the Imperial Capital Star, and the relationship between these two people has gone a step further?

Thinking of this possibility, Lu Fenghua's face became a little unhappy, and he quickly replied to Song Ao: "It's best not to go."

This is a word of advice.

After all, the so-called ancient ruins have become more and more overwhelmed in recent years, and it is uncertain when they will collapse. Although it is a bit too early for Song Ao to start thinking about the ancient ruins in two or three years, but...

But before Lu Fenghua came up with a charter, Song Ao's news came back, "But the secret realm will open in half a month, and it's already decided to go."

Seeing this, Lu Fenghua's face completely sank.

Even if the secret realm is opened again, it should wait until two years at the shortest, otherwise the power of the star sea in the secret realm will definitely not be able to support it... What is Jiang Shuo thinking? !

Lu Fenghua turned off the optical brain, and did not reply, but suddenly looked sharply at the man beside him who was hesitant to speak, and said directly: "Follow me back to the Xialu Empire." He didn't use it to discuss or ask The tone of voice is directly commanding.

The man seemed shocked by his sudden request, but he shook his head quickly, "I said it before, I won't go back."

"They want to open the ancient ruins in advance." Lu Fenghua interrupted directly, his eyes fixed on the man's eyes.

There was an expression of extreme surprise in the man's blue eyes, and a look of hesitation on his calm face, he frowned and asked, "When are they going to open?"

"Half a month later." Lu Fenghua sighed slightly, and let out this somewhat heavy time.

There was a little struggle on the man's face.

"I know that there is a high probability that you don't want to face it. Since you chose to leave at the beginning, there is absolutely no reason to go back." Seeing his wandering eyes, Lu Fenghua couldn't help but sighed softly, "I didn't force you to You, after all, you are Brett Dunn now, not Xia Juedai."

Finally saying this long-lost name, Lu Fenghua felt his heart was full of soreness, and even his eye sockets felt a little uncontrollably hot.

The man finally turned his gaze to him again, and after a long silence, he sighed, "You know, even if I named myself Brett, it was because of..." After half a sentence, the man suddenly stopped , "I'm sorry, Fan Ming, I was just too surprised. I still can't believe it. Did you really appear in front of my eyes?"

Lu Fenghua couldn't help laughing because of his words.

"Forget it, let's go first." He sighed softly, "This is not a place for talking...it's not romantic at all."

As he said that, Lu Fenghua took another look at the dead president lying on his desk, "I'm afraid that in the daytime, the entire planet will be under martial law, and it will be difficult to get out at that time."

"Are you coming with me?" He fixedly looked into the man's eyes and asked.

For the Secretary of the President, today is a day like a thousand working days, and it is no different.

If working overtime is commonplace for her, then your Excellency, that workaholic, can be said to be always at work and never stop.

He even set a record of not going home from work for 20 consecutive days and directly sleeping on a small bed in the presidential office, and he is talked about for it.

Everyone in the Ank Union knows that the current president of their Ank Union—or the former president should be called now—is an exceptionally hardworking politician.

Compared with the veteran politicians of the Angk Union, this president has given the public a lot of freshness.

Because his background is also ordinary people, not from a family that has been passed down for a hundred years, let alone a sudden rise of nouveau riche.

Your Excellency the President was once the idol of many teenagers, making them frankly feel that they have once again seen the meaning of hard work and the hope of success.

But in fact, in the aristocratic circle of the Angk Union, this president is very despised.

Just because his superiority was originally the result of several forces wrestling with each other and pulling each other.

Several big brothers fought, and in the end it was hard to tell the winner between the brothers, so they thought it would be better to recommend someone who was not so disgusted by all parties, which could be regarded as a little balance of the power of each family.

But this is just a bad strategy for the nobles to consider for themselves.

Does anyone really care about the president's achievements or life or death?

Maybe the people care, but can the people give the president everything he wants?

These complicated questions have been circling repeatedly in Miss Secretary's head.

Recently, though, she figured it out.

Instead of thinking about these headaches, it's better to do your best to do your work every day. Anyway, the president is going to bear the pressure. You only need to do the things he explained well, and you don't have to worry too much about the rest. too much.

After all, she has seen too many presidents helpless with nobles.

Since this is a problem that even the president can't solve, what's the use of thinking about it as a little secretary?

So this morning, she also tidied up her appearance, brought bread and milk for the president, and carried them all the way to the president's office.

Presumably the industrious Mr. President should have gotten up, maybe he has already started processing documents.

Thinking of this, the secretary raised a sunny smile and pushed open the door of the president's office—"Good morning, Mr. President."

Then her movements and expressions froze.

Ten seconds later, a shocking scream resounded throughout the presidential palace.

——"Ah ah ah ah ah...

The president is dead, in his own office in the heavily guarded presidential palace.

Whether it is the internal monitoring of the presidential palace, external monitoring, or satellite monitoring, all were checked at the first time, but the result was that there was no abnormality in all of them.

There was no trace of struggle or struggle at the scene of the crime, and the Xingli Knife stuck in the president's chest only had the president's own fingerprints after testing.

At this point, there are only two obvious conclusions.

Suicide, or assassination.

Those journalists who reportedly risked their lives to report the situation at the scene for the first time revealed that the president most likely committed suicide.

Because a thick stack of documents was found on the president's desk, and all the crimes he committed over the years were written on it.

Based on this, some media conclusively claimed that the president was caught by his political opponents, so he committed suicide in fear of crime.

But most chilling of all was his staggering record of crimes.

The media finally wrote a comment saying that it never occurred to me that a president from the "civilian" would be more cruel to the people than those nobles, and his heart was darker.

What's more, they began to pick up the president's life to see which small country he was born in.

In this way, it is natural that there will be some map bombing and verbal criticism.

However, some media saw the unbelievable number of crimes, and they were more inclined that the president was innocent. He must have been killed and harmed him to divert people's attention.

But all in all, the entire empire was thrown into a frightful frenzy of public opinion.

In such an atmosphere, Raymond Dern, who had a perfect alibi, still called the Minister of Energy at the same time that night, as if this was a compulsory homework for him every day.

The Minister of Energy, who had been bombing for a day, connected to the communication with a grimace on his face, and then he heard Raymond Dern say: "My lord, I have some good news here."

The Minister of Energy has been studied by Raymond Dern for more than half a month, and today he was terrified by the news of the president's death. Eun was talking without even hearing what he was saying.

"My lord?" Raymond Dunn reminded him softly, and then called the soul of the Minister of Energy back.

"What, what?" The Energy Minister blinked his dry eyes, and looked at Raymond Dern on the other side of the screen, "What good news?"

The sky in the Presidential Palace is about to collapse, who knows how he can still insist on the bullshit of Raymond Dern.

"In the Xiran Empire, a remnant star power mine was discovered." Raymond Durn said happily, "Isn't this worth celebrating?" He was full of joy, but with a little surprise, as if he couldn't believe the Minister of Energy Faced with such good news, he was indifferent.

The Energy Minister wiped his face.

Having just faced the death of the president, he really couldn't be shocked by the little good news of Raymond Dern.

After hesitating for a while, the Minister of Energy couldn't help but looked at Raymond Dern and asked, "Major, haven't you heard..."

"What did you hear?" Raymond Dern played his astonishing acting skills, completely covering up the image of ignorance.

The Minister of Energy seemed to want to say something, and seemed afraid of causing a violent reaction from Raymond Dern after the meeting, so he just shook his head in the end, and as usual, he talked nonsense with Raymond Dern and made nonsense Some things related to the mining of star power mines.

In the end, the Minister of Energy was really absent-minded, and listened to Raymond Dern complaining for a long time, until he got bored himself and hung up the communication.

"Okay." Raymond Dern turned off the optical brain in front of Wei Rufu.

He didn't seem to feel any shock or sadness from the death of the president at all, he just looked at Wei Rufu with a smile and said, "Then, next, we can talk about the distribution of benefits."

But Wei Rufu was more interested in another matter, "Is it true that all the president's crimes written on that pile of paper?" He asked, "It's too much."

"If it's not true, maybe he still has a chance to live." Raymond Dern snorted coldly with disdain, "I only found out after checking that he has done so many terrible things. So he actually There is more than enough to die, isn’t it?”

"So, what's your plan next?" Wei Rufu asked again.

The author has something to say: working overtime to the point of sudden death