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VMN: Chapter 64: Upheaval
🕑 Added 2022-11-29 02:28:56 +0000 UTCThe capital of PPashlick’s , Kuroveld, Town Hall.
Today, the Provisional Self-Government celebrated its two years of wise leadership in Paschlick with a feast that housed all the bigshots in Paschlick. As the leader of the local leaders of Kuroveld, Ziramel was among them.
Looking at the officials of the self-government who were chatting and laughing happily with the dignitaries,Ziramelfelt a little bit of panic.
Who would have known that even with the strong support of him and foreign friends, those rebels could not even defeat a small local armed force, and could only curl up in the mountains?
And these people from the provisional self-government shocked him even more. In just two years, this group of guys revoked their status from unfamiliar outsiders to leaders supported by the residents. What a terrifying force this was!
Thinking of that,Ziramel wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and at the same time, he became more determined in his heart.
To get those guys out of Paschick!
Just as Ziramel was racking his brains to conceive his own plan, under the shadows of the second floor, a beautiful figure was resting with her hands on the railing, silently watching the cheerful atmosphere below.
She was wearing a well-tailored women's suit, her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, and the blindfold on her left eye was pulled to her forehead, revealing a mechanical eyeball with golden pupils.
"Everyone who should come has come," She murmured after scanning the crowd in the hall, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"The show is about to begin."
Just as the gentlemen in the hall were happily talking about vivid topics, an official of the Provisional Self-Government walked up to the stage and said with a smile while holding a microphone.
"Gentlemen, I am very glad to meet you here today. I believe that after two years of getting along, the differences we had at the beginning has disappeared. If there are any more, then I am here to accompany you."
Hearing this, there was a burst of laughter from the audience.
"Okay, let's get down to business. I believe that everyone can see the changes in Paschlick. From a ruined wall after a great war to now one of the important sources of income for Phitia; except for the presidential funding of the provisional government, we don't need anyone else. Their strong support is not enough.”
The local leaders present couldn't help but smile and nod when they heard this.
"Of course, the three local leaders who contributed the most are Yamugah, Kumi Keya, and Ziramel ."
Hearing this, all the guests present looked at the three with envious eyes, but Ziramel and the other two local leaders were stunned.
Could it be…
No, it's impossible!
At that time, the officials on the stage then smiled and said the following words: "It is their intelligence and financial support to the rebels that has delayed the progress of the Hope Angel project in Paschlick."
Immediately, the venue fell into a deathly silence. The guests showed panic expressions on their faces. They looked at the officials hosting the stage, and then at the three local leaders below the stage, trying to find a trace of humour on their faces, but they failed.
Whether it was the sarcasm on the officials' faces or the pale faces of the three local leaders, it indicated that this matter was extraordinary. It made them even more afraid.
Only then did they realise that the surrounding area had been occupied by guards with live ammunition at some point, and they had undergone careful inspection before entering the arena, so it was impossible for any weapons to be brought into the arena.
Everyone understood: this was not a celebration at all!
"Nonsense!" Finally, Zilamel couldn't hold back anymore, and he shouted, "You are slandering us! Believe it or not, I will report all your actions to Central Committee of Phitia!"
Generally speaking, with the order of the Central Committee of Phitia, the Provisional Self-Government Government would also give in. Since theCentral Committee of Phitia was also ruled by local leaders, it was almost a certainty that Zilamel and the others would be saved.
But today, the official said coldly, "It's not up to you to decide the central government's decision, take them!"
The Stellar guards swarmed up and escorted the three local leaders away.
"Okay, the unpleasant episode is over, let's continue to celebrate!" The host said with open arms, but the guests off the court had lost their minds.
"Isn't it a perfect ending?" Watching this scene, Mo Yanqiu said to Andre.
"This is a big blow to the rebels," Andre said. "As for thePhitia government, we will take care of it..."
"No need." Mo Yanqiu waved her hand. "President Phitia once secretly entrusted the Stellar Group to train his personal guards. Counting the time, I don't think Phitia will back out."
Sure enough, after the Provisional Self-Government arrested three well-known local leaders, the Phitia government directly supported them.
"These foreigners are simply lawless!" A tribal elder said angrily.
"Punishing local leaders for a group of untouchables, I never heard such an absurd thing!" This was another elder's words.
"Okay, let's make a vote. Raise your hand if you agree to deport the Stellar Group," The president said helplessly.
Three of the five elders raised their hands.
"Okay." The president shrugged and pressed a button under the desk.
Immediately, two soldiers broke into the door and shot, killing the three elders who raised their hands.
"Anyone else have any opinions?" The president gave the other two elders a cold look. The lips of the two elders moved, but they lowered their heads and said nothing.
"Very good." The president stood up and looked out the window: "The time when the local leaders ruled Phitia is over."
