Chapter 546: A Shocking Proposal
Chapter 546: A Shocking Proposal
"Daring Expose: Why Did Prince Andre Bomb the Royal Palace?"
"Prince Andre's New Technology: Total Control Over the Nation's Minds!"
"The Broadcast is True! The Royal Family is Dead!"
"Shocking! Prince Andre's Unthinkable Act Against His Own People!"
The public, initially filled with skepticism, was now in a state of uproar as they read the shocking headlines plastered outside a newsstand. The content of the broadcast was all true—Prince Andre had indeed betrayed the kingdom!
Standing on the street, a bespectacled citizen with thick glasses on his nose bridge couldn't help but be stunned as he quickly skimmed through the article, "Daring Expose: Why Did Prince Andre Bomb the Royal Palace?"
Prince Andre, in an attempt to cover up the truth, not only sent troops to attack Princess Felicia but also ordered the destruction of the Broadcast Tower. He even directly assaulted the Royal Palace!
If it were just words, it might be hard to convince people, but the newspaper featured a photo that took up most of the page, showing the Mechanical Army marching towards the Royal Palace. The bespectacled citizen couldn't contain his shock and subconsciously adjusted his glasses, his eyes wide with disbelief as he muttered, "This... this is too crazy! How could Prince Andre do something like this?"
"Haha, the real madness is yet to come!"
Hearing the bespectacled citizen's mutterings, a middle-aged man standing nearby glanced at the headline of the newspaper in his hand and let out a cold laugh. He then handed over his own paper, pointing to a series of six photos on the front page. "Look at this! This is the real madness!"
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The bespectacled citizen looked at the middle-aged man in confusion, then took the newspaper with a dazed expression. He looked at the main photo the man was pointing to, and his eyes widened in shock.
The six dark photos showed the backs of six different men's heads, varying in size. The only common feature among these heads was a metal mechanical 'spider' perched on each one.
The six mechanical spiders' legs, like six sharp chisels, had pierced through the thin layer of skin and flesh on the back of the heads, their sharp tips even burrowing into the skull. They seemed to be sucking on something, firmly embedded in the bone.
The bespectacled citizen quickly scanned the article and stammered, "This... is this the mind control technique mentioned in the broadcast? Has Zone 1 really developed a technology to turn people into puppets?"
"What else could it be?" the middle-aged man replied, his teeth clenched with fear. "The photos are right there. How could this be fake?"
"Maybe... maybe they're staged?" the bespectacled man suggested, struggling to accept such a crazy reality.
"Tsk... are you seriously arguing about this here?" The middle-aged man couldn't help but curse at the bespectacled man's hypothesis. He then grabbed another newspaper and shoved it into his hand, shouting angrily, "Maybe those were staged, but what about this? Is this staged too?"
Startled by the middle-aged man's loud voice, the bespectacled man instinctively shrunk back. He took the crumpled newspaper and carefully unfolded it, and then...
"Ssssssss!"
In an instant, a chill ran up his spine from the tailbone, all the way up to the crown of his head. His scalp tingled, and he involuntarily drew in a cold breath, causing his hand to tremble and tear a large hole in the newspaper.
"Hey, you!" The middle-aged man glared at the bespectacled man, his expression filled with dissatisfaction. "I just lent you a glance, and you've torn my newspaper! You owe me a new one!"
At this moment, the bespectacled man was no longer paying attention to the middle-aged man's complaints. His gaze, through the thick lenses of his glasses, was fixed upon the headline photo of the newspaper.
The photo seemed to be taken in a dimly lit hall, where over a hundred people with stiff and expressionless faces were standing under cold blue lights, exposing the upper halves of their skulls. Their brains, a purplish-pink color with numerous grooves, stared blankly at the camera.
The photographer, whether due to poor technique or being startled by these 'brain-exposed' individuals, had taken a slightly tilted shot, and most of the people's faces were blurred.
However, this imperfection in the photography actually blurred the faces of most of the 'brain-exposed' individuals, leaving only their lifeless and indifferent eyes—eyes that seemed human yet inhuman.
In the center of this group of intimidating brain-exposed individuals, a hunched figure sat on a throne, exposing his empty skull. It was none other than King Fein, who just a few months ago had appeared at the celebration, smiling and greeting the citizens of the Corlock Kingdom!
This... this... this...
The shocking and explosive photo was terrifying, and the reality behind it was even more so. The bespectacled man's face paled, and he couldn't help but let out an uncontrollable scream.
"Ahhhh!"
...
"Hey, what are you doing!"
The bespectacled man's shout was rather abrupt, startling the middle-aged man, who covered his heart and complained. Even Lyon, who was browsing the newspaper nearby, was startled, almost tearing the newspaper on the stall.
The effect seemed to be good.
After glancing at the bespectacled man's expression, Lyon nodded in satisfaction. He then left the newsstand and walked into the crowd.
With these newspapers distributed, the final interference factor could be considered eliminated.
Before this, Prince Andre still had the option of using Artifex 00's soul encoding technology to control other legion commanders and form another army. Aside from dealing with Scorpion Director, he also had to guard against the possibility of being manipulated by others.
However, after these newspapers were distributed, the remaining military commanders of the Corlock Kingdom would certainly not allow Prince Andre's messengers to approach them. Aside from Scorpion Director, he would have no other options.
After eliminating all possible "interference factors," Lyon's side just needed to make the final preparations before attempting to take action against Zone 1 Research Facility.
Recalling the intelligence about Scorpion Director, Lyon left the crowd and headed towards the greenbelt by the street. He squatted down and searched through the bushes, retrieving a small white blossom. He gently tapped the flower stem twice with his fingers.
Immediately, a pair of tightly closed emerald eyes emerged from the flower's core, and the girl was flung out, landing with a thud in the greenbelt.
"Wake up."
Lyon patted Felicia's smooth face, rousing her from her stupor. Amidst the emerald-eyed girl's dazed expression, Lyon proposed earnestly, "Let's make a deal. I can save your life, and then you can call me 'Dad.' How about it?"
"Ah..."
(End of Chapter)
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