hotmtlnovel Chapter 133: Prison Chapter (Memory) 22: The Mighty will yield
Chapter 133: Prison Chapter (Memory) 22: The Mighty will yield
Chapter 133
Aipuli'er O'Neil, 32 years old, was once a world-renowned information broker, stirring up wars between different countries by trafficking intelligence between them, and then disappearing without a trace.
When she was 24, she almost provoked a world war by inciting conflicts between 6 countries, and finally took shelter in Flightless Bird to live a protected, emperor-like, and carefree life.
And now, her carefree life has been disrupted.
Someone has put a gun to her chest!
An ancient saying from a certain country goes: the rich and noble cannot be lewd, the poor and lowly cannot waver, the mighty cannot yield.
But for Aipuli'er, she can be lewd even when rich and noble, can waver when poor and lowly, and especially can yield when mighty!
Please, she is an information broker, not some country's warrior with the discipline to keep secrets for someone! She doesn't have that!
If information loses value, new information can be fabricated; if a client is betrayed, new clients can be found; if rules are broken, new rules can be set.
But you only live once.
Everything is disposable except one's life - this is the creed Aipuli'er O'Neil has followed all her life!
Therefore, the authority of Building 3, known as the absolute enforcer of order, after sensing the threat to her chest, weighed everything in just two seconds.
"Ma Sha was killed by the authority of Building 1."
As the words fell, Shen Yue retracted her gun and nonchalantly put it back in the holster on No.14's thigh, thoughtfully smoothing it out as if to conceal what dangerous act she had just committed.
No. 14 should have been speechless, but for some reason, watching the now spiritless Shen Yue, he felt inexplicably annoyed.
After putting away the gun, Shen Yue stood in front of No. 14, staring straight into his eyes as if confirming something. "No. 14, kill the authority of Building 1."
No. 14 was not surprised at all by this order, but he could not give Shen Yue a positive answer as easily as before.
On the third day, Shen Yue came out of the room, seemingly having found direction. Compared to before, there was now more determination in her eyes.
"No. 14, I have two requests to pass on to the people outside."
To this day, Shen Yue still did not know exactly who the people outside were, but that did not stop her from making use of her present value.
No. 14 gently touched his earpiece upon hearing this and straightened up, "Please go ahead."
"One, I want Ma Sha's ashes. Two, I want to leave Building 1."
"If my requests cannot be met, then I will commit suicide immediately, taking the secrets with me."
Shen Yue was still expressionless, but No. 14 knew that the Shen Yue before him had already gone mad.
The purer the canvas, the more it can be dyed different colors, but no matter how gorgeous the colors, when the canvas spills, and the still wet paint slowly flows together to its final path, the blend of all colors is ultimately black.
There was nothing left in Shen Yue's eyes now, including herself - she had also become a tool that could be casually placed on the negotiating table for trade.
Shen Yue was wearing a white dress. The waist was slightly fitted to accentuate her perfect figure - this was the dress Ma Sha had complimented and loved to see Shen Yue wear the most.
The only difference was that today, Shen Yue had her hair down instead of in a beautiful princess braid.
No. 14 gently touched his earpiece and responded, "Understood, your requests have been conveyed."
Seeing Shen Yue turn around, No. 14 couldn't help asking, "Would you like me to braid your hair for you?"
Without any hesitation, Shen Yue replied, "No need."
She didn't need anyone anymore.
She was going to kill the authority of Building 1 with her own hands.