The Devil Inside

"hehe."

Beckett sneered, clearly not believing it.

Han Solo looked at him and said, "It seems that you are in big trouble, Commissioner Beckett."

Beckett was a little annoyed: "Han Solo, what are you talking about? You said it yourself, the Bloody Weaver Mother needs three baits, and you are one of them!"

Han Solo smiled and said, "If you are really scared, just send a message to Tibers and tell him that you have found a way. In a month, you will be able to get a batch of 'thousand-year-old' yearworms. You are one of the six commissioners of Arendelle, not an unknown little character. Tibers may be very powerful, but if he has a choice, he will not even kill me, let alone you."

Beckett was in the game and his brain was not working.

He felt this was a solution.

If he could get fifteen "Y2K bugs", Tibbers would definitely raise three "medicine men" to eat them, and would not touch him or Han Solo.

only……

He said, "How can I get the Y2K bug in a month? That thing only exists in ancient countries. The Grand Duke has strictly prohibited citizens from trading with the Primordial Demon King. There must be smuggling routes, but I am in a high position, and I don't have any connections in this area."

"It doesn't matter if you don't have any connections. After a month, you can say that the goods have been detained and you need to arrange for customs clearance. Ask Tibers to bring one or two hundred gold coins, and then wait another month."

"Drinking poison to quench thirst! Lies will always be exposed one day!"

Beckett shook his head.

Han Solo smiled and said, "It's very simple. Before the lie is exposed, why don't we kill Tibers first? I think it's more than enough to kill one person in two months."

Beckett was stunned!

Kill the members of Arendelle's board of directors?

The road not imagined, this Han Solo...

Does he know what he's talking about?

The carriage galloped forward, and there was dead silence in the carriage.

Han Solo looked at Beckett and thought he had—

"Destined to fall into the abyss."

What we should do now is to wake him up and let him have a normal life.

He opened his mouth and said, "Butler Ross's mark has already evolved. Tibers must know this, but he did not take any action and just pretended that he didn't know. Commissioner Beckett, do you know why?"

Of course Beckett knew!

You have to pick on the weak. Ross is the steward of the Marquis's Mansion. His swordsmanship was taught by the Blood Lion. He is also a twelfth-level engraver and can be considered a master.

And Director Tibers is only at the ninth level.

He pulled Butler Ross into the illusion, and it was hard to tell who was the hunter and who was the prey.

Beckett looked at Han Solo, helpless and disdainful: "I admit that Butler Ross is a master, but what about you? Tibbers dragged you into the illusion, you will die or not!"

Han Suo sneered and said firmly: "I will kill him like killing a dog."

Beckett was more and more stunned: "Are you serious?"

Han Solo also found it strange: "Commissioner Beckett, you have such a good temper. Tibers wants to kill you, you said it yourself! What's the situation now? It means that it is reasonable for him to kill you, but you absolutely cannot kill him?"

Beckett was silent.

Han Solo shook his head and said, "You are so filial! It's just like a son to his father, a minister to his king! Your loyalty is testified by the sun and the moon."

Fuck it…

Beckett looked at Han Solo with more shock than anger.

He was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "You kid... do you know who you are talking to?"

Han Solo pressed his palms and said, "My words are indeed harsh, but Mr. Commissioner, I spoke wildly because I saw that you were not sober. Your current behavior is very unbearable. Think carefully, facing a knife-wielding gangster who intends to commit a crime, should you kneel down or fight back."

Of course, fight back.

However, there are concerns.

Just like Beckett said just now, he is in a high position and there is no need for him to take risks.

To put it bluntly, using knives and guns is the choice of small people.

Beckett had long passed that stage, and in the past decade, he had become more accustomed to using "rules" and "power" to solve problems.

His sword had long since rusted;

His heart is already rotten.

The people in his social circle are all respectable gentlemen and ladies. Even if his relationship with some people is so bad that he can't be in the same room with them, they will not use violence.

Everyone has a rich and leisurely life and has been domesticated.

When you encounter something unpleasant, try to restrain yourself. The worst that can happen is that you will never have anything to do with the other person again. It is too barbaric to shout and kill.

It's ridiculous.

Beckett couldn't figure out his state of mind. He knew Tibbs wanted to kill him, but he didn't dare admit it.

There is real anger building up in my chest.

But another thought suppressed the rage, and Beckett could not see its face, only knowing that people usually called it "reason" or "calmness".

——Is there something wrong?

——Is there any way to resolve it?

——Who should we find to lobby Mr. Tibbs to give up his plan?

Just running away.

With the knife at his throat, Beckett still didn't dare to face the problem, the reality that Tibbers was murdering him, because once he faced it, there would be only one answer:

kill!

"Humph."

Beckett sniffed hard and decided to stay calm. Violence could not solve the problem.

He looked up, wanting to say something.

Their eyes met, and Beckett discovered that Han Solo was leaning back in his chair, looking at him with a smile, his eyes full of teasing.

He frowned and raised his voice: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, just thinking of something happy."

"...Han Solo, I tell you! My tolerance is limited. You are just a student in Arendelle, and I am one of the six committee members! At least on the surface, you have to show respect. This is basic etiquette!"

Han Solo raised his eyebrows: "In a hurry?"

"I--"

Can Arendelle hit students?

It should be ok.

"Money, status, and beauty, these things will make people weak. Once indulged in them, people will lose their wildness and become harmless livestock domesticated by the big men. Beckett, you are a man in a suit, your claws are flattened and your fangs are broken, you wear a suit, you are happy to see it happen and call yourself civilized."

Han Solo drew his Muna sword and stabbed it through the carriage.

The cold wind from the street poured in through the cracks and blew on Beckett's face.

He heard Han Solo continue, "You no longer have the ambition to forge ahead. You have restrained your minions and avoided conflicts. What you do, think and think about has become 'how to maintain or improve the current superior life'. You lack the courage to change."

Beckett was getting angrier.

He was impatient, but he didn't lose his temper. He just asked, "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say... when someone is killed, they must die. Tibers may be very powerful, but he will also die if he is struck by a sword."

Han Solo strokes the frosty blade.

He sneered and said, "You don't dare to do it, but I do. At the banquet just now, Tibers left a 'nail' in my mind. Now I will take the initiative to trigger his magic. I want to let him know the price of murdering me."

Han Solo moved the mana, the impact attached to his mind, the nail driven by Tibers.

He reversed the interpretation of the "illusion magic" and tried to perform it actively.

This operation requires precise spellcasting techniques and superb spellcasting talent, and is not something that ordinary people can do.

As it happens, Han Solo meets all the requirements.

He can do it.

Chapter 64 #064 Kill Han Solo in five seconds!

"What's the situation in the virtual world?"

The First School District is a residential area in Arendelle built specifically for dignitaries.

In terms of luxury, it’s not as good as those mansions in the Third School District, but if anyone can live here, no one would live there.

As soon as Tibbers, with white hair and a shawl on his shoulders, entered the room, a maid immediately took his cane and coat. He walked to the table and picked up the teacup.

The tea was warm, the temperature he was used to.

The butler stepped forward and said, "The head priest suggested that we should not use the 'illusion magic' for the time being. The shock of the virtual world has not stopped yet, and the risk cannot be assessed yet."

Damn it.

Tibbers sat in a chair, looking unhappy.

Yesterday evening should have been the day Beckett died.

Tibers had waited for four years for this day.

Just before the mission was completed, a riot broke out in the virtual world...

No.

The word "riot" cannot describe the disaster, it should be called a "riot"!

Countless virtual world overlords went crazy and fought for something unknown. Jinba's attacks were countered, and the shock wave swept across every corner of the virtual world. Tibers' illusion magic was shattered in an instant.

His loss was not too great.

I heard that almost all the "messengers" walking in the virtual world at that time yesterday were killed!

The "virtual world observers" of various countries on the Zelmon continent are all sweating with fear. Some people suspect that the virtual world overlords have united to attack the "boundary wall" and want to return to the material world to kill and exterminate the human race!

fortunately.

So far, the riots in the virtual world have been quelled.

Tibers asked, "Master Priest, when do you think I can start the 'hunt'?"

The housekeeper shook his head: "She didn't say that. I'll go ask her tomorrow. Master, we've been waiting for four years. It won't matter if we wait a few more days."

Tibers smiled, "Indeed. It was a good thing that I failed yesterday... I found a new prey. He is only level five, weaker than Beckett! Moreover, he is just an ordinary adventurer. Although he is Professor Monica's new student, I don't think Professor Monica would investigate the death of a new student."

"Is that Mr. 'Han Solo'?"

The butler smiled.

"Commissioner Beckett did a good job. He is a qualified logistics support commissioner. Killing Mr. Han Solo is better than killing Commissioner Beckett."

"You are right!"

Tibbers was in a good mood.

He reached out, picked up the biscuit from the plate, and put it into his mouth——

Chun Chun went against the trend when he recommended Beckett to become the "Logistics Support Committee Member", and for this he offended many old people in the revolutionary party.

There is no way. There are too few "Tundra Weaver Engravers" who meet the requirements.

If Beckett loses the election and leaves, Tibbs doesn't know how long it will take to find a suitable target.

The way to advance the Bloody Weaver is very fucked up.

It was a one-on-one duel environment. No matter how powerful you were outside, it would be of no avail. Once you entered the illusion, you could only fight one-on-one.

The number of Tundra Weaver Mother engravers is already very small.

Most of them were strong men like "Butler Ross". If it were in the material world, Tibers would certainly not be afraid, not to mention the organization he belonged to, he could kill Ross even with money.

But in that fantasy...