NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

Just as Phoenix envisioned, the field operations department of the Elysium was highly professional, and after a century of comfort, what was destined to rot would inevitably rot away.

Those new-generation "professionals" simply lacked the imagination and experience to support their thinking. The six squad leaders were merely following the board's instructions to guard the connecting bridge on the 30th floor, ready to report enemy attack information to their superiors at any time.

So, having successfully infiltrated the 31st floor of Building A, Phoenix, after waiting for Ingrid to put her shoes back on, finally revealed the final steps of their tactical plan.

— Climb from the elevator shaft on the 31st floor to the 29th floor, thereby bypassing the six teams of field security personnel on the 30th floor.

"The same thing will do then. I'll carry you down the stairs, and once we get to the 29th floor, we'll take the emergency stairs directly down to the 26th floor..."

Halfway through his explanation, perhaps out of a sense of indebtedness, the lieutenant blinked somewhat awkwardly, coughed twice, and then continued:

"Ahem... well, I'll be your underling, you decide what to do. This time, you say one, and I won't say two."

"..."

Both being exceptionally intelligent, Ingrid naturally understood the implied apology in the scoundrel's words. However, the woman lacked the decency to dwell on what had just happened, and instead asked with a slightly evasive look:

"You still haven't told me how to deal with those two automatic turrets at the entrance of the conference room."

"That...that doesn't need to be resolved."

Phoenix waved his hand absentmindedly and said, "I can disable it directly, but the interference from the monitoring room will be ineffective."

Upon hearing this statement, which was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, Ingrid refrained from pressing the matter, just as she hadn't questioned the other party about the prosthetic limb that was definitely not made by Ark.

Whether it's family or friendship, endless questioning is one of the most taboo behaviors in any relationship. Giving each other enough space is the secret to a lasting relationship.

The woman, who was intentionally avoiding thinking about the word "love," instinctively crossed her arms, her aura returning to the assertive presence befitting a CEO.

"Since you're confident, then do as you say."

"...Yes, boss."

Seeing her like this, Phoenix, who was playing along, had no choice but to reluctantly agree and resume his role as the "loyal dog".

……

……

There is no need to provide a detailed description of the execution plan.

The elevator shaft's structure presented no challenge for Phoenix, who possesses a nano-right arm.

Ingrid, who had her arms around the lieutenant's neck and her legs wrapped around his waist, did not experience much emotional fluctuation.

This physical contact is negligible compared to the scene on the overpass.

A few minutes later, the two successfully reached the 29th floor as planned, and then went down to the 26th floor via the emergency staircase, stopping at the staircase entrance outside the conference room.

For safety's sake, Phoenix said that the two gun emplacements were malfunctioning, but he still insisted on going out to test the waters first.

After ensuring that all potential dangers were eliminated, the lieutenant beckoned his superior to come over from the stairwell. He then held his guns in both hands in front of his chest and obediently followed behind the CEO, pretending to be a heartless assassin.

As for Ms. Ingrid...

She was about to completely control the Pure Land of Bliss. At this moment, without the slightest hesitation or pause, she strode into the conference room like a triumphant empress returning to her own kingdom.

Next second,

Amidst the confusion and panic of the board members, the Queen raised her right hand and placed it on her hip, her sharp, piercing gaze sweeping over each board member.

Then, in her unquestionable tone, she calmly announced a decree to the crowd.

"I'll give you three seconds."

"If you don't surrender, you die."

Chapter 176 Come to my office tonight

How long exactly is three seconds?

The men in the conference room had never really paid attention to this issue.

Therefore, the kind-hearted Lieutenant Phoenix could only reluctantly raise his rifle and show them with his actions that three seconds was very short, so short that even the word "breath" could only be split in half.

boom! ! !

While the board members were still reeling from Ingrid's audacious pronouncement, a cheap bullet and the corpse of a middle-aged man proved the CEO's authority to everyone present.

The three-second decision-making time is real.

The promise that he would die if he didn't surrender in three seconds was also true.

Ingrid was not lying, and the lieutenant behind her was even more daring to pull the trigger and kill.

Unfortunately, there are always fools born with a silver spoon in their mouths who naively believe that everything in the world can be resolved through negotiation.

"Ingrid! Even if you kill us all today, without our voluntary signatures, this table full of equity transfer agreements is nothing but a pile of waste paper!"

Darren Austin, the eldest grandson of Chairman Austin, this aristocratic young man in his early thirties, didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground. He snorted coldly through his nostrils and calmly said:

"You really think you can mess with all of us just because you're a man?"

Admittedly, Darren's words would be very threatening and persuasive in an ideal situation, but unfortunately, as a direct descendant of the Austin family, he has had too smooth a life and his understanding of human nature is far inferior to that of the Sakura young lady who has been involved in the underworld.

She is far from being comparable to Ingrid, who went to great lengths to become CEO.

The Queen of Elysium's gaze remained unchanged, her attitude towards Austin's eldest grandson no different from that of the other board members...

So, the lieutenant, tasked with acting as the executioner, silently pointed his gun at the rambling nobleman before him...

"you dare……"

boom! ! !

The gunshot answered Darren's unfinished question prematurely, and the blood hole between his eyebrows instantly swallowed up the noble young master's consciousness.

His body fell straight to the ground, his face still bearing a feigned anger, as if he were denouncing Phoenix's unconventional shooting.

And Ingrid?

She stood at the door of the conference room, calmly looking at the old dogs who had conspired to send assassins to kill her, her red lips slightly moving.

Then, the Queen's unyielding voice rang out again in the conference room.

"three."

All directors: "..."

"two."

All directors: "..."

"one."

“…Wait, wait!”

"..."

........................

"It's about time. Since we haven't heard any news of Ingrid's death yet, we can basically assume that she has taken control of the Elysium headquarters."

At the Central Government Command Headquarters, Deputy Commander Dowan, who looked remarkably like a warlord, nonchalantly smoked a cigar and sneered:

"You guys like watching people fight amongst themselves, right? Well, now you can all watch as that woman becomes the only one in power."

“I…I think…we can cooperate with…and…and the Pure Land of Bliss…the board of directors.”

As a fellow deputy commander, Burning, whose aura was less than one ten-thousandth of what it should be, stammered out his opinion.

"They won't be willing to just hand over the conglomerate like that... they won't be willing to just hand it over like that."

As long as we provide support, the internal strife within the Pure Land of Bliss will definitely continue.

Regardless of which side they die on, it will only bring benefits to the central government.

“Burningham, those people aren’t all fools, especially the head of the Austin family. You’ve seen the intelligence, and even if Ingrid dares to kill all the senior executives at headquarters, she’s destined not to reach that old fox.”

If our methods of offering support are too obvious, he'll definitely notice.

A thin, bald deputy commander said this, but he was always the one who raised concerns, never the one who devised solutions.

His main political approach is "I participate in everything, but it has little to do with me".

After a long silence, Vice Commander Anderson finally spoke up after the bald man finished his statement, saying:

"The majority vote in Parliament demands a thorough investigation into the allegations of collusion between the military and Leitcher, so Lieutenant Phoenix's testimony remains important."

He cannot die, at least not now.

But letting this man roam around isn't a solution. You're all probably aware of his combat prowess. With his help, those nobles who love to talk big, resort to economic threats, and are prone to assassination when pushed to the limit are no match for Ingrid.

I still recommend imprisoning Lieutenant Phoenix; this would weaken Ingrid while keeping him under control.

However, the problem is that first-degree imprisonment is still too lenient. I plan to propose to Anick that Lieutenant Phoenix be placed under special-degree imprisonment, and anyone wishing to visit him must obtain a vote in Parliament.

"Agree with..."

After listening to Anderson's proposal, a few blinks later, Burningham was the first to stand up and express his support.

Then came the second, the third... the fourth...

As Anderson had predicted, the final vote resulted in the majority agreeing with his proposal.