"Risking Death to Reveal the Truth, Why Did Prince Andre Shell the Palace?"
"Prince Andre Seeks to Control All Citizens Through New Technology!"
"The Broadcast Is True! The Royal Family Members Have All Been Killed!"
"Shocking! Prince Andre Did Such a Thing to His Own Family!"
Looking at the shocking headlines posted outside the roadside newsstands, the citizens who were already somewhat suspicious instantly became completely agitated.
The content of the broadcast turned out to be true, Prince Andre really betrayed the Kingdom!
Standing by the roadside, a bespectacled, scholarly-looking citizen read through the article "Risking Death to Reveal... Shell the Palace?" and couldn’t help but fall into shock.
In order to cover up the truth, Prince Andre not only sent troops to attack Princess Philia but also blew up the broadcast building and even directly attacked the palace!
If it were just a written report, it might be difficult to convince people, but seeing the photos occupying more than half of the newspaper’s pages, showing the mechanical army advancing toward the palace, the scholarly-looking citizen couldn’t hold it together, instinctively adjusting his glasses, murmuring with shock:
"This... this is too crazy. How can His Highness Andre do this?"
"Heh, the real madness is yet to come!"
Hearing the scholarly citizen’s mutterings, another middle-aged man standing by the road reading the paper glanced at the headline in his hand and couldn’t help but sneer. He then handed over his newspaper, pointing at a series of six photographs:
"Look at this! This is truly insane!"
The scholarly citizen glanced at the middle-aged man who suddenly spoke to him in confusion, took the newspaper somewhat dazedly, and looked at the headline picture the middle-aged man was pointing to, his eyes widening in shock.
The six dimly colored photos showed the backs of heads of six different men of varying sizes, and the only commonality between these six backs of heads was that each had a metallic mechanical "spider" perched on it.
The six legs of these mechanical spiders, like sharp chisels, had broken through the thin layer of skin on the backs of the heads, with their sharp tips vaguely digging into the skulls, as if sucking something, firmly lodged in place.
After hurriedly scanning the content of the report, the scholarly citizen quivered and said:
"Is this... the method mentioned in the broadcast that controls people’s thoughts? Did Research District No. 1 really develop a technology to turn people into puppets?"
The middle-aged man replied through gritted teeth with a face full of apprehension:
"Haven’t you seen the photos? How can they be fake?"
"Maybe... maybe they’re staged?"
Unable to accept such a crazy reality, the scholarly bespectacled man couldn’t help but hypothesize:
"I see these people are all unconscious, what if these mechanical spiders were put on them afterward to frame His Highness Andre? Isn’t that a possibility?"
"Tsk... you’re just nitpicking!"
Faced with the bespectacled man’s hypothesis, the middle-aged man couldn’t help but curse before pulling out another newspaper and shoving it into his hands, angrily exclaiming:
"Those might be staged, but see if this is staged!"
Startled by the middle-aged man’s loud voice, the bespectacled man instinctively shrank his neck, then took the slightly crumpled newspaper cautiously opened it, and then...
Upon seeing the main photo, a rush of coldness surged from the tailbone of the bespectacled man, all the way up the spine to the top of the head, causing his scalp to tingle, and he involuntarily gasped, tearing a large hole in the newspaper.
After glaring at the bespectacled man, the middle-aged man said with dissatisfaction:
"I only lent it to you for a look, why did you have to tear my newspaper? You owe me a new one!"
But by this time, the bespectacled man couldn’t hear what the middle-aged man was saying, his gaze fixed on the newspaper’s main photo through the thick lens.
The location of the photo seemed to be a somewhat dim hall, with over a hundred expressionless and rigid people, exposed their upper skulls under the cold blue light, revealing grooved pink-purple brains, staring intently at the camera.
The photographer, perhaps due to poor skills or being frightened by these "cracked skull" people, captured the scene with a tilted lens, with most faces coming out somewhat blurred.
But this technical flaw nicely obscured most of the "cracked skull" people’s faces, leaving only those pairs of dead, indifferent, human-yet-not-quite-human eyes.
And in the center of this intimidating group, hunched on the throne with an empty skull exposed was none other than King Fein, who was smiling and greeting the citizens of the Crolock Kingdom just a few months ago!
This... this... this...
Faced with this explosively stunning photo and the terrifying facts behind it, the bespectacled man turned pale and uncontrollably let out a scream.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
The bespectacled man’s sudden yell was so abrupt that it scared the middle-aged man into clutching his heart in complaint. Even Leon, who was flipping through the newspaper nearby, was so startled that he almost tore the newspaper on the stall.
Looks like the effect is good.
After scrutinizing the bespectacled man’s expression, Leon couldn’t help but nod in satisfaction. He then got up from the newspaper stand and merged into the crowd on the street.
With these newspapers distributed, the last obstacles can be considered removed.
Prior to this, with the help of Atifie 00’s Soul Encoding Technology, Prince Andre still had the possibility to control other army leaders and muster another army. Apart from dealing with the Scorpio Director, I had to guard against any potentially mobilized armies.
But after these newspapers spread, to avoid becoming someone else’s puppet, the remaining military chiefs in the Crolock Kingdom would certainly not allow Prince Andre’s emissaries to approach them. Except for the Scorpio Director, he has no other cards to play.
And after possibly eliminating all "obstacles," we just need to make final preparations to attempt an operation on Research District No. 1.
Recalling the intelligence on the Scorpio Director, Leon reached his destination, left the crowd, and walked to the roadside greenery, squatting in the bushes to search for a while, pulling out a cream-colored flower, gently flicking its stem.
Immediately afterward, the emerald-eyed girl with closed eyes was tossed out from the flower stamen, landing with a plop in the greenery.
After patting Feiliya’s smooth cheeks to awaken her from unconsciousness, Leon, seeing her bewildered expression, seriously proposed:
"Let’s strike a deal. I can save your life, and in return, you call me ’dad,’ how about it?"