People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

A natural disaster is about to strike, and a reunion movement is taking place in Chernobog. Rhodes Island enters to awaken the Doctor, who is immediately forced to take command and direct the operation.

what about now?

Natural disasters are uncertain; they're something you can't always predict. Ernst couldn't very well ask Lough to fire a shot for him. But what about the rest...?

This axis is correct!

He licked his lips and looked at Witt:

“Speaker Witt, I have no objection to this arrangement, but I have one small request.

Witt smiled broadly. He had long been prepared for Ernst to haggle. After all, Ernst's worth was what it was, and Ursus needed his help. Even if Ernst raised the price, it would be perfectly reasonable.

His Majesty the Emperor granted him considerable authority; he was the highest-ranking official and could give Ernst a 30/70 split.

They own 30%, and Ernst owns 70%.

Don't ask why it's only 30%. After all, the important thing isn't this small amount of profit, but rather the integration of Ursus's power!

"Prime Minister Ernst, please speak. We can consider any request you have, given the resources of Ursus!"

"Actually, it's not that big."

Ernst Road,

"I just want a sense of ritual. Does this plan have a name?"

Witt paused, then said, "No, not that."

"How about we call it 'Integration Operation'?"

Chapter 918 I'm Just a Scientist

Ursus, Chernobog, Core City Control Tower.

Marquis Boris felt his head was huge.

"Why has the number of infected people in this city suddenly increased? The military and police are reporting to me every day that they are short-handed, but there hasn't been any natural disaster in the past few days!"

As everyone knows, in Ursus, some people are upper class, some are lower class, and some are not even human.

Those infected are not even human.

Chernobog is slightly better off. It's far from the central government's reach, and as a new city that needs a large influx of people to fill its labor market, the authorities aren't as strict about managing infected individuals. As long as you don't expose yourself as infected in public, it's generally not a problem for the public to report it or for the authorities to investigate.

However, a slightly more relaxed approach doesn't mean this place is some kind of infected oasis in the Ursus desert. Marquis Boris isn't stupid; he wouldn't openly violate national policy by stockpiling infected people in the city—that would be a capital offense.

He would definitely choose the first option: cutting off the head of an infected person or cutting off his own.

Therefore, the number of infected people in Chernobog has remained relatively stable, ensuring that even if they suddenly couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to rebel, the military and police would be able to suppress them immediately.

But things have been a bit strange these past few days.

His confidant, Sergei, the current director of the Chernobog Sarcophagus Institute, also agreed with his view: zero.

"The only things that could cause a massive surge in infected individuals are natural disasters or Originium reactor explosions, but that doesn't make sense. We shouldn't have that kind of hidden danger in Chernobog. I checked before I came here, and there are no problems there."

He and Marquis Boris exchanged a glance, their unspoken understanding unspoken.

Chernobog doesn't use "Originium Energy" at all. This city may be the only mobile city on this land that doesn't rely on Originium but is powered by another energy source.

The sarcophagus buried beneath Chernobog, that mysterious creation, even just a tiny bit of energy it releases is enough to keep the city running.

The immense sacrifices and humiliations Sergei and Marquis Boris endured to preserve it, and the blood left behind by the army massacre in the old sarcophagus research institute, are all testaments to this!

Therefore, they absolutely cannot allow any further mishaps there!

Marquis Boris was silent for a moment, his gaze gradually turning cold:

“Someone is targeting us.”

"Who is it?" Sergei asked quickly.

Boris shook his head, his face grim.

"I don't know. It could be Grand Prince Baikal, or it could be those who divided up Duke Kosiché's estate, or even..."

He didn't say the title, but Sergei understood immediately, and his face turned deathly pale.

"Then what do we do?"

Marquis Boris gritted his teeth and said with great determination and self-assurance:

"kill!"

"How can we possibly kill those guys?!" Sergei exclaimed.

Boris clicked his tongue:

"Who told you we were going to attack them? Can't we just kill the infected?"

"Anyway, Ursus law clearly states that infected individuals can be directly expelled within mobile cities, and if they do not cooperate, they can be executed on the spot. Let's kill them!"

Sergei's expression froze for a moment:

"Is this okay?"

Boris looked at him coldly:

"Or can you think of a solution for me?"

Sergei's lips trembled slightly, but he didn't utter a sound; he simply nodded.

"I understand."

He actually wanted to ask Boris how he wanted to kill him.

Chernobog originally had a group of infected people within the city. These people were relatively well-behaved, and their numbers were not large. They lived in the outskirts of the city and were a group of cheap laborers, just like illegal immigrants, who did not enjoy human rights, did not need any protection, and could be used at will. Therefore, Chernobog had always turned a blind eye to their existence.

If Chernobog is going to purge the infected, then those infected whose identities and addresses have already been known, will they be the first to be eliminated?

But they don't seem like undercover agents, do they?

But when he met Boris's eyes, he understood.

Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!

These people did nothing wrong? Their sin lies in being infected. Do they seem like undercover agents? If they were already infiltrated, can you take responsibility? Would killing them cause chaos? Ha, who cares about the lives of the infected?

Marquis Boris would not tolerate any unrest in Chernobog. All his wealth was tied up in this city, and now that he could clearly smell the enemy's plot, how could he allow anyone to overthrow his empire?

Sergei left, trembling slightly.

He quickly found the commander of the Chernobog military police, whose epaulets indicated his rank as a captain.

A captain's rank is actually insufficient to serve as the military and police leader of a large border city, but...

He was a relative of the Marquis of Boris.

When he arrived after receiving orders, the captain was still somewhat puzzled. Seeing Sergei waiting for him, he immediately stepped forward and asked:

"Sergei, what's wrong?"

“Mikhail, Your Excellency the Marquis… has orders.”

Sergei swallowed hard.

"Recently, the number of infected people in the city... has been increasing."

Sergei's voice was weak and slow.

He was a scientist, and Marquis Boris didn't want to get his hands dirty and wanted to maintain his righteous image, so he asked him to give the orders. But just hearing him speak made his heart jump out of his chest!

He thought of the sarcophagus research institute from back then, of how he betrayed his friends and data in order to ensure his family's safety, which resulted in the institute being raided and massacred by the army group. He thought of the deep-seated hatred on the face of Astrov's widow Lilia when she saw him, and the indifferent look in Kal'tsit's eyes when she found him.

He was terrified: "Neighbors, I'm scared."

That time, he could still say that he was forced, that he only wanted to protect his family, Misha and Alex.

But this time, he was going to give a direct order to kill so many people.

Even if those people are infected, isn't Kal'tsit one too? As an Originium researcher, he doesn't have that much prejudice against infected people.

He was terrified; the psychological pressure made his eyes glaze over, and his hands trembled like leaves. He took several deep breaths before finally giving the order under Captain Mikhail's gaze:

"The Marquis has instructed you to reduce their numbers to a level that prevents them from causing trouble."

Mikhail nodded with some suspicion:

"I understand, Sergei. Are you alright?"

A weak smile was forced onto Sergei's pale face:

"What can happen to me?"

I've simply destroyed many families with my own hands.

I really didn't want to do this.

At least, I must have saved some people, right?

Sergei swallowed hard and waved to Mikhail:

"Go quickly... go quickly, the Marquis doesn't want to worry about this anymore."

"understood."

Mikhail replied, pulled down his hat brim, and turned to leave quickly.

Sergei seemed to have all his strength drained away. He slumped against the wall and slowly slid down.

He gasped for breath, his eyes reflecting only the blood overflowing from the sarcophagus research institute, his unrepentant colleagues, and Lilia and Kal'tsit.

But fate didn't give him a moment to catch his breath. The next moment, his communication terminal rang again. It was a call from Marquis Boris.

He forced himself to answer the phone, despite his exhaustion and dizziness, filled with fear.

Marquis Boris's voice came from the other end, and perhaps because of the microphone, it was somewhat distorted. To Sergei, it sounded like a demon from hell:

"Is the matter done?"

"Okay...Okay."

"That's good. Sergei, let me tell you, this is a big deal."

"What do you mean?"

Why are you stuttering?

Boris's tone revealed a hint of doubt, but he didn't dwell on it.

"Just now, a messenger from Saint-Germain contacted me with some news."

"Ernst is coming to our area!"

"Um... Ernst?" Sergei didn't react for a moment.

"That World's Fair you were so eager to attend a while back, it was organized by him, didn't you forget?"

Sergei's eyes suddenly cleared:

"Oh, oh!"

But the next second, as if realizing something, he swallowed hard.

"Therefore, it might be His Majesty who is about to take action against us."

"Don't talk nonsense. How could that person possibly lay a hand on us?!"

Marquis Boris interrupted Sergei with a rebuke.

"Let's just consider it a coincidence, and hope so. In any case, as long as you handle things well, even if that person wants to find fault, they won't be able to find anything wrong with it. Don't give anything away, understand?"

"I understand."

Sergei stammered in response.

"As long as you know!"

Boris's tone was stern.

"Alright, come back when you have some free time. I have some things to give you. Ernst is a big shot. Since he's here, we need to show our hospitality and make arrangements for your research institute, some factories in Chernobog, schools, the city council, and so on. We need to make sure they don't notice anything amiss. I need to discuss all of this with you again."

"Sergei, do you understand?"

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"Hello? Sergei! Are you listening?!"