"Of course not, I an to say..." George drained the rest of his coffee and continued, "I’ve decided to go out into the normal world and live a normal life. But I have concerns because here, I’ve had all my needs t and I also have a significant amount of assets. If I leave, I want to take them with , and that’s a whole lot of heavy gold! I can’t go out empty-handed; this is also my compensation to myself."
"We can get you out, but you need to provide us with what we want." Mr. D said.
"Not just , I want my gold, and even in the outside world, I intend to be wealthy, and I also need you to provide protection. You know the risks involved with this matter," George said.
"At a ti like this, you’re still thinking about that gold? Besides, the gold they gave you might be fake," Mr. D said.
"It won’t be fake, it won’t be, I thought so at first, but I’ve tested it in so ways, and the gold is genuine, as real as Divine Power Tianyang being able to fly in the sky, it’s no deception," George said.
"John, John! Don’t ntion that na again, you’ll put us in danger," Mr. D said, growing a bit panicked.
"Okay, okay, that’s my only demand, help move the gold out. We might need a cargo truck and a few guards; I don’t want to have just escaped from His grasp only to be robbed outside," George said.
"Fair enough, so what can you give us? George? It has to be worth our while to go to all this trouble for you," Mr. D said.
"You previously wanted His current research, right? The data from the drilling platform isn’t to your liking, I know, but let tell you, there’s sothing even more exciting than those," George whispered, making his pitch sound more enticing.
"Waiter, two more black coffees," Mr. D said.
At that mont, the black waiter ca over with the coffee pot and filled both n’s cups.
After the waiter left, they took a sip of the steaming coffee, and George leaned in closer to Mr. D, whispering, "The Black dicine from His spine has been extracted, a whole canister of it, stored in the refrigeration unit on the 12th floor of the building."
Upon hearing this, Mr. D’s expression darkened, as if he couldn’t believe it, or as if he had made so frightening conjecture, but then he smiled.
"Is what you’re saying the truth?" Mr. D asked.
"I have no reason to lie to you, and you just have to trust ; right now, we each have what the other needs," George said.
"Very well, very well... You know, if this information is true, there’s going to be so good news and so bad news," Mr. D said.
"Of course, I know what you an. He, without the need for Black dicine, can use superpowers far beyond our current understanding, and that’s the bad news. And the good news is that your army might be able to use the Black dicine He left behind... if you dare," George said.
"This could be our last chance, as far as I know, the Black dicine storage can is a big thing, and it needs to be kept at zero degrees for storage. Do you have a way to get it out?" Mr. D said.
"That building was constructed in the downtown area, but since the research on Black dicine requires the expulsion of a large amount of wastewater, they built a complex sewage treatnt works under it, extending all the way to the outskirts of the city. There are no guards there; after all, this is His territory, and unless soone is tired of living, no one would think of invading that building," George said.
"He actually didn’t dump the wastewater into the underground river; He is indeed quite eco-conscious," Mr. D remarked.
"I guess He just didn’t realize that, He doesn’t care much about many things, He only deals with the most difficult tasks, like flying out to kill the Federation’s President," George said.
Mr. D wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "How long is the underground sewage line? If possible, we can et at the outlet; the Black dicine can should be briefly out of the zero-degree environnt without too much issue."
"I’ve never walked it, but I estimate, if you’re carrying a canister weighing over 200 kilograms... it’s going to take two to three hours to reach the drain outlet, which is in a swampy area on the outskirts of town, but still on His territory. It won’t be easy for you to crash through to Etolia, will it?" George said.
"Indeed... Etolia is the heartland of Heisai State. Although approaching from the sea would be more convenient, we can’t possibly sail here; He would surely sink us straight to the seabed," Mr. D said.
George shook his head and said, "You could disguise yourselves as fishing boats, or whaling ships of so kind, but... forget it, there have been no boats coming into the harbor anymore."
"I have another question; Etolia has now stopped all trade, where do you get your daily food and necessities from?" Mr. D asked.
George looked at his coffee and shook his head, "I don’t know, you may have to go up to the heavens and ask Him yourself."
Mr. D bowed his head in thought for a long while; George didn’t disturb him, as he truly hoped Mr. D and the Council Army behind him could co up with sothing.
"The hardest part of this affair is going to be moving the can of Black dicine out of Heisai State right under His nose. Once our convoy cos in, He will definitely discover us, so at first, we can only disguise it as a convoy of converts, but as soon as we start our return journey, my God... the convoy will have to traverse the entire Heisai State..." Mr. D mumbled to himself.
George finished his coffee and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
"Right, how are you going to move that canister out of the building? Just you? Or do you have help?" Mr. D asked.
"I suspect I’m the only one in the entire building who wants to escape; everyone else is short-sighted and lacks a sense of crisis, unaware of what He will turn the world into! Don’t worry, there’s a freight elevator that can move the canister down directly into the drainage channel; no one cares about that thing, and no one will mind if I take it out. Who would think that a minor character like would dare to betray Him?" George said.
"This is a life-and-death matter," Mr. D reminded.
"Listen to , my colleagues are diminishing, and moreover, so of them clearly have started to act abnormally; I don’t know why, but there’s a small group in the building with a pathological level of worship for Him, I think it’s so kind of tic infection; I hope we act quickly, before I too beco like them!" George said through gritted teeth.
"When I go back, I will report what you’ve revealed to the higher-ups; they will not take long to study the matter, and soon, you’ll be able to go ho, and we’ll get His Black dicine," Mr. D said.
"Soon? How soon? I heard that the United Council is a bloated organization, it could take months to just hold a eting," George retorted.
"We are the Council Army; we’re different from the Council," Mr. D said.
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