215: An angel descends upon you

The banquet admission continued, and the undercover Special Operations Team Members counted the attendees, constantly reporting the status and location of the targets to the outside.

The number of attendees at this banquet reached over nine hundred—and that was not including those present as "ingredients" and "pets."

In contrast, their operation targets were only a dozen or so, and they were faintly huddled together—

Those Consortium officials, wearing nothing but uniforms, could each be considered heinous in the outside world,

but walking into this banquet, by comparison, they could practically be considered a group of saints.

"Taking the central hall as the origin, all fourteen targets are gathered in the third quadrant,"

"The general intelligence summary has been sent via the night lamp; I am activating visual sharing."

Dale stood quietly in the corner, watching the gathered targets, and used his implanted personal terminal to continuously transmit intelligence.

"Received,"

"The main force has completed integration and is now on the way."

On the other side, Celius first carefully looked at the intelligence summary.

Hmm, they were all here—and there was an unexpected harvest; almost every First-Class Citizen family acting as the mastermind had sent a representative.

Subsequently, he glanced behind him; two big guys in powered armor, along with one hundred Consortium "Imperial Guard Legion members" in custom Exoskeleton suits, were standing by.

That's right, in just these few short hours, they had used consciousness transfer to successfully possess Dietrich's two cyborg Frigates, as well as an entire Imperial Guard Legion special task force—

It was absurd; although the power structure of The Consortium was complex, the Imperial Guard Legion was indeed absolutely loyal to the Marshal.

And it was precisely by relying on this point that "Celius" had carried out a major purge of the entire Imperial Guard Legion and conveniently had his own people possess the most elite squad.

It was just like in Japanese manga when someone disguises themselves as the male lead and [content censored] the blind female lead, while she foolishly calls out the male lead's name—

In a sense, wasn't this a massive, incredible feat?

Moreover, he had declared a region-wide martial law in the name of the Marshal, dispersing almost all military forces to various locations, directly leaving a safe route for their retreat later.

At this moment, the visual sharing was also activated, and suddenly, a slightly curved image appeared before Celius's eyes—

A magnificent, gilded hall, pretentious and bizarre costumes,

and those people, either crawling on the ground or bound to the tabletops.

Although the Special Operations Team Members who came to rendezvous with him had already described to him how disgusting these old aristocrats of The Consortium were,

hearing about it and seeing it with his own eyes were completely different experiences—

when he saw those people like pigs and dogs waiting to be slaughtered, their bodies exuding numbness, pain, and despair,

an unprecedented rage rushed into his mind once again.

"Captain,"

Just as Celius was overheating with rage, Dale's voice rang out—

"Our targets should be everyone in the entire venue, right?"

Celius gave an answer without a shred of hesitation:

"That's for sure—"

After saying that, he switched the communication to the intra-team command channel and said:

"Attention everyone, final equipment check,"

"Except for the target individuals we need to take away,"

"I do not want any attendee in this venue we are clearing tonight to have a chance of surviving."

"Yes!"

...

"Dong—Dong—Dong—"

The long tolling of a bell rang out, and as the several doors of the conference hall closed, the banquet officially began.

Suddenly, the lights in the venue dimmed, leaving only a few beams of warm orange light shining on the few people in the center, signifying the protagonists of this banquet—

Could it be those dozen or so Consortium officials?

Dale was standing by with a tray, and from afar, he saw this scene; a feeling of absurdity and astonishment crept into his heart.

Should he report it?

After a brief thought, he decided to make a simple report anyway—

After all, although they had already confirmed that everyone in the venue was an operation target,

he vaguely felt that this matter might have some slight impact on the subsequent deployment.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

A round of applause rang out, causing the eyes of the entire venue to focus there.

It was a guy with a body comparable to a toad, skin comparable to a toad's back, and a face plastered with ghastly white powder; he looked both disgusting and comical.

But when the people at the venue saw him speak, not only did they not show any contempt, they all respectfully shut their mouths, not daring to make a sound,

simply because that anthropomorphic creature was the representative of the old aristocratic family of The Consortium—the Ezra-Erster family.

"Cough, cough—cough—cough, cough—"

The representative of the Ezra-Erster family was very satisfied after seeing the whole venue fall silent. He took a deep breath, seemingly wanting to say something,

but before he could say anything, he let out a violent cough, spraying a large amount of yellow-green specks everywhere.

The two people beside him hurried over; they didn't care at all about the splashing phlegm and pus, and went right up to him, one supporting the representative while the other patted his back to help him catch his breath.

After a long while, he finally caught his breath.

After standing firm again, he seemed to feel that such behavior had caused him to lose face, so his expression was very unpleasant.

He looked around for a while and happened to see a young girl tied to a chain, cowering behind her master, looking at him cautiously.

So he pointed his big hand directly and shouted loudly:

"That despicable human livestock! Who trained it!"

"It actually dared to secretly cast a despicable curse on a noble aristocrat! Attempting to bring disaster upon its own master!"

A man wearing high heels hurriedly bowed down and apologized:

"Sorry... honorable leader—"

"It is my problem for bringing an improperly trained human livestock into such a solemn venue."

As he spoke, he pressed the button on the iron chain in his hand, causing the person at the end of the chain to tremble all over and immediately fall to the ground, convulsing.

At the same time, he raised his foot wearing a high heel high up, aimed at the head, and stomped down fiercely—

"Squish—"

Then, he raised his humble face, squeezed out a full face of fawning smiles, the wrinkles almost squeezing off the thick layer of foundation, and said:

"Honorable sir—this human livestock that caused you discomfort has been dealt with. I hope it does not disturb your good mood."

The Ezra-Erster family representative looked at the dark area spreading on the carpet, soaked by the representative, and asked:

"Where did you get that pet of yours?"

"Reporting to you, sir, it comes from the Galactic Comprehensive Academy of Ursa Major V01.04,"

"When you choose a pet, don't you test it first?"

"Sir, I am very sorry. Because before it became my pet, it was already able to stand out among a whole group of First-Class and Second-Class Citizens as a Fourth-Class Citizen—"

"I initially thought that a pet of this caliber could become a perfect work of art."

"Take note for next time—however, that academy you mentioned? I think, first have the First-Class Citizens withdraw, and afterwards, it doesn't need to exist anymore—a place that can cultivate such vicious human livestock certainly isn't a good place."

"Yes—my sir."

The man wearing high heels bowed and backed away. Immediately, several attendants trotted over and quietly began to clean up the stains and the corpse on the floor.

And the Ezra-Erster family representative nodded with satisfaction, and walked toward the dozen or so Consortium officials—

"Good!"

"Let us now enter tonight's topic—"

"That is, the decadent Claude Family is no longer suitable to continue leading our great Consortium, this giant ship!"

As he spoke, he walked to the middle of the dozen or so people and stood still, even patting one of them on the shoulder—it was the Minister of Defense, Dietrich's former loyal dog, and asked viciously,

"Why would I see you here?"

When that slime-covered hand patted him, the Minister of Defense had already started trembling,

but he still pretended to be calm and said:

"The Consortium... the Claude Family is beyond saving..."

"That guy... uses false loyalty and so-called kindness to bind... to control us,"

"But has never... planned a real future for The Consortium..."

The Ezra-Erster family representative heard this explanation and immediately burst into laughter.

He laughed for a full half-minute, and the guests below the stage hurriedly echoed him.

The Minister of Defense stood sweating profusely beside that huge figure, not knowing whether to laugh or not,

he could only awkwardly follow with a few dry laughs,

"Heh... heh... hehehe..."

After the Ezra-Erster family representative finished laughing, his face suddenly changed. He kicked the Minister of Defense to the ground fiercely, looked down at him, and said:

"Isn't it because you, this piece of trash, and the immensely useless Ministry of National Defense in your hands, couldn't even defeat the Empire's third-class Legion!"

"If you hadn't proposed that incredibly stupid plan, how would the Empire have launched a full-scale attack on us!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand. Several Consortium officials on the side looked at each other and nodded.

The Minister of Finance directly pulled a silver dinner knife from his bosom, cast his gaze toward the Minister of Defense lying on the ground, and stabbed down fiercely—

Subsequently, it was the Minister of Propaganda...

The subsequent scene could only be summarized in one simple sentence,

That is—several people cut him open, took his heart while he was alive, and shared it.

After this farce ended, the Ezra-Erster family representative walked over again,

He looked at everyone who had completed the ritual, walked proudly into their midst, and then loudly declared—

"They have completed the ritual—sharing the heart of the sinful official!"

"Then, I, on behalf of the Ezra-Erster family! Declare! These fourteen people! Have officially become a member among us First-Class Citizens!"

After speaking, he paused, and thunderous applause immediately rang out in the venue.

"Alright—alright—"

"This banquet is prepared precisely for these smart people who have abandoned darkness for light!"

"Then—for the future of The Consortium, for our future—"

"Let us begin! Let us start mixing the wine!"

Suddenly, bottle after bottle of handmade red wine was uncorked and poured into glasses.

Dozens of young girls bound by ribbons were also brought to the table.

A man and a woman, who looked like bartenders, stood in front of that table.

"The human livestock used this time is of the highest grade—"

"They were raised from childhood by the six major families, and only today were they made aware of their status as human livestock,"

"Extreme pain and sorrow mixed into the blood, blended into the red wine, is enough to make the liquor more mellow and rich..."

The dance of demons in the banquet hall began its first wave of revelry.

The so-called "Ezra-Erster" family representative, who had the highest status at the scene, walked over with a thin, small blade in his hand, lifted the arm of one of the human livestock, pressed on the wrist, and then raised the blade—

"Click—"

A soft sound came.

He stretched out his fat arm, grabbed a glass, caught two small cups of blood that were oozing out, and handed the cup to the former Minister of Finance who had been waiting nearby.

The attendant waiting on the side quickly picked up two bottles of red wine and poured the red wine into it.

The two raised their glasses with a smile,

"From now on—you are one of us,"

"Learn the etiquette and rules properly; do not embarrass our group."

"Otherwise—"

"That will be your fate."

"Ding~"

"Click—"

The moment the two raised their glasses, a crisp sound flashed from the ceiling, and then, the whole venue fell into absolute darkness—

The power in the venue went out.

At the same time, the communications of the twenty lurking personnel in the venue rang simultaneously:

"External operation personnel are in position, preparing to separate the targets."

To facilitate the operation, the twenty people were already very close to the targets,

but the moment they received the command, the Special Operations Team Members, whose rage had stacked up to who knows how many layers, immediately began their action—

"Do it!!!"

The waiter pouring the wine on the side directly smashed the wine bottle in his hand onto the back of the head of the Ezra-Erster family representative, while another person leaped forward, directly pinning the Minister of Finance to the ground.

The other thirteen targets were also pinned to the ground in an instant,

and then—

"Bang!!! Bang!!! Bang!!!"

"Bang!!! Bang!!! Bang!!!"

A series of loud noises came, and the ten large and small entrances to the venue were kicked open in an instant. A few rays of light shone in from outside,

and one by one, black Exoskeletons flashed with a faint cold light under the illumination of these rays of light.

Looking at the darkness before him, Celius's voice rang out:

"Brothers, I only emphasize three things:"

"First, do not accidentally injure teammates and operation targets;"

"Second, teammates responsible for sealing the exits, do not let anyone escape;"

"Third, we must conduct covert operations; this time we can only use cold weapons."

"The Supreme Director has said, do not derive pleasure from killing—we are merely, with compassion and mourning, clearing necessary distortions for the survival of humanity."

"Alright, that is all—"

"Turn on night vision goggles! Everyone, fix bayonets!"

"Attack!"

At the order, over a hundred people, along with the two big guys, raised their rifles with bayonets fixed, braced them heavily, and rushed into the darkness before them, carrying their full resentment and rage.

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