Chapter 1200: 966: Still Waiting for Someone

Chapter 1200: Chapter 966: Still Waiting for Someone

The short and stout Major General quietly watched the back of Sigler Palma. When the young man in front of him was thinking, no one dared to disturb.

The amber-colored liquor was downed in one gulp, and Sigler closed his eyes, his little finger trembling at an extremely high frequency.

This was a sign of his brain rapidly processing thoughts.

Ten seconds later, Sigler Palma opened his eyes and glanced slightly at the short and stout Major General.

“Forget it, this isn’t our target. With Shuang Ming drawing attention, the next move will make less noise.”

Shaking his head, Sigler Palma refocused on the most important matter at hand.

“How far has the Dragon Hunt Plan progressed?”

“We’re already at the closing stages. This time, the commotion is big; the backlash from the higher-ups won’t be small.”

Upon hearing the Major General’s report, Sigler laughed softly, “What are high-ups? The antiquated queen representing divine right? Or those hereditary nobles who refuse to advance?”

“Or those councilmen in the House of Commons who think they can control everything?”

With each question, the coldness in the air increased, while the Major General respectfully kept his head down.

This is why he is so reverent to the young man before him…

High-ranking military and government positions, seen as prestigious by ordinary people, in his words, are only things that can be arranged effortlessly.

Mosibai Mountain, established from the inception of Capital Star, signifies eternal power.

The history of the Palma Family is longer than that of the Federation…

During this long period, no one knows how many officials and nobles in the two councils are truly loyal to Mosibai Mountain.

“Major General Bai Cang, remember, we are already clearly marked with traditional labels, so don’t waste efforts attaching new power labels. It will only confuse others’ minds.”

“You must remember, regardless of the new forces forged with various identities… they will never belong to us, so they are ultimately enemies.”

If this statement were to spread, it would surely stir up a storm among the Federation’s upper echelons.

However, within this secret conversation, short and stout Major General Bai Cang agreed with a nod.

“Gather what can be gathered, exhibit appropriate goodwill to those that can be transitioned over time, and firmly strike against those with steadfast beliefs. The cake is only so big, and if too many are eating, one’s own share will inevitably be smaller.”

Sigler casually placed his wine glass on the tray hovering next to him, turned and smiled, “Major General Bai Cang, tell me… if someone intends to starve you, what would you do?”

“I would kill him,” the short and stout Major General raised his head and said expressionlessly.

“Good, I think the same.”

Sigler Palma methodically applauded.

“Understood, Young Master Sigler, I take my leave.”

Upon seeing the young man nod slightly, Major General Bai Cang turned and left in strides.

Then, tonight’s events will reach their conclusion.

Watching Bai Cang’s departing figure, Sigler Palma chuckled to himself:

“The S team walking on the edge of power, without you, the shackles on me can finally loosen.”

“Otherwise, doing certain things really would be restrictive.”

Sigler tilted his head in thought, his lips curling into a smile as he leisurely walked towards the side door.

Goodbye, S team.

You will witness a brand-new Federation, without you, this world will only become better.

…

The Flying Dragon finally landed from the sky, coming to rest at the bottom of a hidden canyon, a secret location of the Military Department.

Yet at this moment, the inside of the Flying Dragon was completely empty.

Falcon, Wizard, Tank, T-Rex…

All these people are absent.

Soldiers completely surrounded the Flying Dragon, while over a hundred small spaceships above the canyon securely held the warship in place with convergent wave beams from all angles.

All energy generated by the ship was being neutralized by these swarm-like spaceships.

Soldiers were fully armed, and among the soldier formation stood over fifty A-level full-space assault Mechas. The opened weapon hatches on the missile pods indicated these mechas were not for show but equipped with real ammunition.

What was most peculiar was that all guns, muzzles, and missiles, whether Mechas, spaceships, or soldiers on the ground, were aimed entirely at the unassuming corridor at the back of the base.

This was a two-way passage.

Six hours ago, all members of the Flying Dragon entered through this passage.

However, until now, none have come out.

…

Whip!

A whip directly lashed onto the back of the bearded man.

The man was suspended by sturdy alloy steel chains from the ceiling, his back a bloody mess.

The tattered clothing and ripped skin and muscle were indistinguishable from one another.

What was most shocking was the shining star on his shoulder.

This was a Federation… Major General!

In the military base of the Federation’s Capital Star, a true Major General was subjected to such punishment!

“Falcon, to be honest, I never thought we’d meet under such circumstances.”

“Are the guys you used to look down on now fiercely beating you, isn’t the inner pain worse than the physical?”

A man in pure black leather and sunglasses shook the whip made of iron thorns in his hand, grinning before lashing down again.

With a snap, a sound of metal whip cracking echoed in the air.

The afterimage swept past the man’s ribs.

Instantly bringing out a blur of flesh.

“Hahaha, satisfying.”

The hanged Major General was, surprisingly, the Captain of the Flying Dragon and the leader of the S team—Falcon!

On his face was none of the unbearable pain, but merely a sense of exhilaration.

Falcon had no cigar in his mouth, wasn’t wearing his signature black trench coat, and didn’t have his heavy scattergun with him.

Yet, the overwhelming bravado didn’t diminish despite the tragic appearance.

He grinned, revealing a mouth full of blood, casually spat blood at his opponent, then raised his eyebrows and whistled:

“Bitch, if you have the capability, kill me.”

“If I don’t die, I will make you watch your balls smashed to bits.”

Whip!

Another lash came, and the steel spikes swept past the muscle, exposing stark bone.

The black leather sunglasses man moved his neck, tossed the whip aside, looking at the disfigured Major General, and did not show any anger but smiled and said, “I’ve always admired your stubbornness.”

“But don’t worry, there’s nothing to coax from you today, I’m just venting. Someone, help me give Major General Falcon a passionate bath.”

Then two soldiers came over with two buckets of choking chili water and doused Falcon.

Falcon’s blood vessels bulged violently at this moment, his body twisted heavily, a deep beast-like roar emanating from his throat.

“Hahaha, isn’t it passionate!?”

The black leather sunglasses man laughed wildly, grabbing Falcon’s hair and forcefully twisting his head.

“Still want to get out? But unfortunately, you can’t. You and your Flying Dragon will become… history.”

Falcon’s icy gaze fixed on the arrogant figure, his lips curved, “Is this some big move by a behind-the-scenes player…”

“Correct, but no reward.”

“Then why not kill me yet?”

The black leather man chuckled lightly, leaned his mouth towards Falcon’s ear, and softly said:

“Because, someone hasn’t arrived yet.”

Falcon’s eyes suddenly widened, bloodshot throughout his eyeballs!