There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

"How's the scene setup going?"

Seeing that Jackson's convoy had entered the range of Rhine Life, Jackson asked nervously.

"All the hidden units and support units are in place."

"Well, good, where's Ferdinand?"

"He's on the phone."

"Call up?"

After hearing that Ferdinand was actually on the phone, Blake's face showed suspicion.

Being suspicious by nature, he did not trust Ferdinand as much as he seemed and was always a little wary of him.

The soldier standing nearby came over considerately and said, "Yes, do we need to call him over?"

Blake thought briefly, then shook his head: "No, no need to inform him."

Since Ferdinand is unstable, it is better not to let him interfere. Besides, his power is not as great as before, and the number of people he can mobilize is pitifully small.

Honestly, there's really nothing to worry about.

But we still have to be cautious.

"What happened to his good colleagues in the Defense Department whom he mentioned before?"

Remembering the information Ferdinand accidentally revealed, Blake confirmed it again.

"We have taken over, Colonel."

"very good."

The last hidden danger was removed, and Blake nodded with satisfaction.

On the screen, the convoy has entered their field of vision.

Several black vehicles of uniform specifications, with small Colombian flags on their fronts, slowly stopped in front of the Rhine building.

They maintained the same spacing and were in good order.

Putting his hand on the earphone, Blake whispered, "Sniper, prepare! The target has appeared. Pay attention to limiting casualties."

His eyes were fixed on the screen, watching the reporters swarming in, already in the second car.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when the back seat of the car would explode.

Members of Rhine's defense department stepped forward to stop the fanatical reporters, and the reporters were also racking their brains to break through Rhine's life blockade.

The competition between the two made Blake realize that something was wrong.

"Sniper! Why aren't they taking action yet? Where are numbers one through nine?"

The expected brainwave didn't occur, and Blake reacted instantly.

Sure enough, there was only dead silence on the other end of the line.

“Tsk…!”

Angrily pulling off the headset, Blake smashed it onto the screen in front of him with such force that it shattered into pieces.

Faced with their superior's sudden attack, the soldiers present were all silent, not daring to make a sound, for fear of becoming a punching bag.

"Huh...Huh! You're actually capable of such tricks...When did you find out?"

Adjusting his breathing, Blake turned and left without staying any longer.

If the opponent can pull out all his nails without pulling out a single one, it means that he has already lost this round, and continuing to invest energy outside will be useless but a waste of energy.

It would be better to start from within.

Having already infiltrated most of the Rhine, he was confident that he could eliminate Jackson here, but...

After all, it’s not as convenient as outside.

At the same time, the defense guards outside finally took control of the situation at the scene and stopped those fanatical reporters outside the cordon.

But this did not affect their "enthusiasm" at all.

"Mr. Vice President! There's news that the explosion at the Triton factory in District 13 a few days ago is suspected to be related to Rhine Life..."

"This kind of public opinion is currently fermenting. Is your decision to visit Rhine Life at this time a refutation of this kind of speculation?"

"District 13 is currently under temporary control. Were you aware of the military's actions in advance? Was it your instructions? Also, when will District 13 be released from control?"

"Will Rhine Life's General Manager, Christen, show up today? Will he personally receive the Vice President?"

"Let me... Mr. Vice President, regarding your subsequent itinerary in Tremont..."

The "enthusiastic" reporter didn't care at all about his own questions being ignored, and just kept asking questions one by one, trying hard to squeeze forward.

Anyway, there are more than one person doing this, and the law does not hold everyone responsible. As long as you can ask even one question at that time, you will make money.

There were many people who held this mentality. For a moment, the crowd that rushed in even seemed to be about to overwhelm the defense department guards.

Suddenly, one of the defense officers staggered and fell to the side, creating a gap in the originally tight defense line.

In an instant, three or five nimble reporters seized the opportunity, broke through the defense line, and came to Jackson's car.

Two of them looked at each other and walked towards the second car at the same time.

"Mr. Vice President, you..."

"Mr. Jackson, please tell me..."

The two of them kept a very humble attitude, no different from other reporters.

They quickly came to the front of the car, and then one of them used all his strength to tear open the car door; while the other one took out his hands from his waist.

A pistol suddenly appeared in his hand!

Without even looking, the reporter pulled the trigger continuously. Several gunshots rang out around him, causing the noisy crowd to pause.

"solved."

The muzzle was filled with smoke, and the killer finally had time to look at his masterpiece after firing the gun.

However, the planned bloody mess did not appear. The back seat of the car was empty, with only a beaten to pieces...doll?

"Not in the car! We've been tricked!"

Volume 9: Chapter 52: An Unexpected Confluence

"Hold them down."

The harsh sound of gunfire was mostly muffled by the silencer. Below, the two assassins disguised as reporters had already been captured by the police officers of the Rhine Life Defense Department.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the reporters around who had just been excited and wanted to get first-hand news took a step back.

Are you kidding? It concerns your own life, you have to think about it carefully, right?

There is a limit to not wanting to die...

"Stop their mouths!"

The man in charge of on-site security had a gloomy expression on his face. He stepped forward to look at the two assassins who had been subdued, then turned to look at the reporters with different expressions.

There are definitely more than just these two assassins present, they just found the right opportunity and exposed themselves in advance. There must be more hiding in the dark.

Perhaps, so do those journalists who have received special permission.

Thinking of this, the person in charge waved and called a guard.

"There's an error with the credentials. Find a way to double-check the identities of the journalists in the reception area. Don't make it too obvious."

"Yes..."

The guard nodded imperceptibly and trotted into Rhine Life after receiving the order.

Unlike these guys outside, the special reporters inside are from major newspapers and media, different from these "savages".

If they notice even the slightest clue, Rhine Life's name will be on the headlines of the next day's newspapers, causing social unrest.

National security, they have always been very knowledgeable about this aspect.

In addition, they have special identities, so it is definitely impossible to force them. Unlike those spineless people outside, they will be fine if they are threatened a little or even have their cameras and video equipment confiscated.

Besides, it remains to be seen how many of these people are real journalists.

Turning around and looking at the "reporters" who were lowering their heads, the person in charge felt exhausted.

.........

"Number seven...well done."

Reaching out and touching the head of the kitten beside her, Talina looked at the power mecha that was squeezed into a ball in front of her and praised it without hesitation.

But as the person being praised, Rosemary's emotions did not fluctuate much. She just nodded lightly and walked towards the next place.

Looking at Rosemary, Talina instinctively felt something was wrong.

She still prefers the previous Rosemary to the taciturn one now. Although she would occasionally do some annoying things, it was better than the lifeless one now.

She couldn't see a trace of vitality in the still fragrant umbrella, as if she were a well-designed program, always dreaming of following her own goal.

"Are you OK?"

Quickly catching up, Talina leaned down and grabbed Rosemary's hand.

The soft, boneless little hand was icy cold, as if it was holding an ice cube, which made Talina shiver.

"They're just some mass-produced power mechas. They don't take much power, so don't worry."

Rosemary looked up and smiled, not refusing Talina's request to hold her hand.

Looking at the white-haired kitten's smile, Talina asked worriedly, "Are you really okay? I feel like you're a little different now."

Rosemary now seems more rational than emotional, completely different from her previous lively image.

"Maybe I remembered something after coming to Columbia...about that letter."

Rosemary put away her smile and a confused expression appeared on her face. She placed her left finger on her lips and nibbled on them with her tiny teeth.

Like a confused child.

"Is that so? Don't worry, it will be sorted out. I've already made arrangements. I'll take you there once things are over here."

Listening to Rosemary's explanation, Talina didn't think much about it and just thought that the other party was troubled by Loken.

As the culprit who caused Rosemary's current situation, Locke is indeed qualified to make Rosemary upset, but it doesn't matter. She can just find him and kill him when the time comes.

After figuring it out, Talina no longer worried about this issue.

Rosemary couldn't help but feel relieved when she saw that she had successfully fooled the person.

She looked at the white walls around her, and the uneasiness and disgust in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

The truth is not what she said.

Her memory had long been fuzzy, and she could not remember anything except Talina and a few other acquaintances.

Loken?

She had no impression at all.

She had only heard a few words from others. It was impossible to influence her with these words.

The only thing that troubled her was the voice that kept lingering in her ears.

That chain called family affection.

That was the external Originium device floating behind her like a glass lamp, emitting the calling sound, and it was also her...

Dear brothers.

The power she possessed did not belong to her, but to her brothers. However, they had died long ago, and the only trace left was an external Originium device.

It was fine before, and there was no reaction, but after entering Columbia and entering the Rhine life environment similar to the Rocken water tank, the discomfort in my heart suddenly increased.

The brothers who were supposed to have passed away suddenly appeared before their eyes, crying, laughing, and urging themselves on.

“Go…go quickly!”

"Go find him! Find him! Kill him!"

In Rosemary's vision, two phantoms of similar size were hovering in front of her. There was a fist-sized hole in the back of their heads, and bright red blood kept dripping out.

Frowning, Rosemary forced herself not to think or look, but to follow Talina's steps forward, step by step...