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Chapter 4292 Codename Bishop

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    The Red Baron put down the phone and turned to look at Kudo Masaoka beside him without saying a word.

    He didn¡¯t speak, and Kudo Masaoka didn¡¯t dare to speak at will.  After waiting for a while, the Red Baron whispered, "The Red Devil Army is finished."

    "My subordinates also just received the news. It is said that they were disabled by the mercenaries outside Palimo, and only a small number of members escaped." Kudo Masaoka whispered.

    "Those people have been assigned to you. Send them to the Red Tide." The Red Baron whispered, "Do you think those extremists will turn around and oppose us?"

    "This subordinate doesn't dare to judge." Kudo Masaoka hesitated and said.  "However, my subordinates feel that extremists are always extremists, and they are never of the same mind as us. We are just using them. After using them, sooner or later we have to get rid of them.

    I¡¯m afraid they are too.  So once the conditions are ripe, they may also rebel.  "

    The Red Baron nodded, "I think so too. It's just that this change came a little too fast."

    "Perhaps it's true what Saloda said, because they occupied Odarat, so they feel they have something to rely on and don't need to rely on us." Kudo Masaoka whispered.

    The Red Baron was pondering.  Suddenly a mobile phone on the table rang. It was a very old-fashioned mobile phone, but the Red Baron always carried it with him and never left it.

    And as soon as he heard the sound of the mobile phone, the Red Baron immediately stood up, pointed to the door and said to Kudo Masaoka.  "Go out on guard, immediately."

    Kudo Masaoka immediately turned around and ran out, shouted away the guard at the door, and stood guard outside the door.

    The Red Baron slowly picked up the phone and whispered, "Hello."

    ¡°You know I¡¯ll look for you.¡± There was a burst of electronically synthesized voice coming from the other end of the phone.  He pronounces words one word at a time, which is not very coherent.

    The Red Baron took a deep breath and said, "Do we have to communicate in this way? Can't I even hear your real voice?"

    "I have my principles. You know who I am, and that's enough." The electronically synthesized voice on the other end of the phone remained the same.

    "What are your orders, Grand Duke?" the Red Baron whispered.

    "The operation in Western Sahara is not going well. I am beginning to doubt whether you are qualified for this task." The other end of the phone whispered.

    "We have used counter-terrorism forces to successfully intervene in Western Sahara. And we are about to capture Odarat." The Red Baron replied.

    "But the situation is getting out of control, and I don't like it. I like to be in control of the situation, not let the situation get out of my control. And you are letting the situation get out of your control." The electronically synthesized voice has no emotion, but every word is spoken  It all seemed to hit the Red Baron's heart.

    "I will solve it." the Red Baron whispered.

    "It's best. And you must understand that Aladdin has begun to officially cooperate with those mercenaries. This will make things more troublesome. You should know who Aladdin is and the destructive power he can have on us.

    Once he formally joins forces with those mercenaries, it will be a huge trouble.  Aladdin alone is not something to be afraid of. After all, he is old and not what he once was.  Even though he's still a difficult character, the damage he can do is limited.

    And those mercenaries are always against us.  Although in many cases they cannot take advantage, they are indeed getting bigger.  Once they hooked up with Aladdin.  A lot of unexpected troubles will arise.

    I really, really don't like this.  "The voice on the other end of the phone paused.

    "I will try to solve it." the Red Baron repeated.

    "You can't solve Aladdin. Even I can't completely solve this person. Fortunately, he is old." Although the voice on the other end of the phone could not hear any emotion, his words were obviously limited.  "I want you to deal with those mercenaries."

    "I'm trying to solve it." The Red Baron replied.

    "I want to see results. Until now, your work has achieved little. If this continues, maybe I should change my strategy and reconsider your position in the organization." The electronically synthesized voice was authentic word by word.

    "Your Excellency, what do you want me to do?" the Red Baron said calmly.

    "Destroy those mercenaries, destroy them completely. If they were still valuable before, they have become more and more dangerous now. Use all means to kill them." After the Grand Duke's voice finished speaking, he stopped silent.

    "Hello, hello" The Red Baron put down the phone with a gloomy look.  To this day, in the eyes of everyone, he has almost complete controlSocial organization.

    But only the Red Baron himself understood that the secret society was never under his control.  The mysterious voice on the phone has been commanding everything from a distance in a corner.  Everything in the secret society operates under his command, including the Red Baron himself.

    The world is like a chess piece, even the general on the chessboard is just a chess piece.  What really controls everything is the hand outside the chessboard.  The chess pieces can only be placed wherever he wants.

    The Grand Duke of the Secret Society is the mysterious but yet controlling hand.  Even if he is as unruly as the Red Baron, he can only be under his control.  The Red Baron even believed that if one day, the Grand Duke wanted to die himself.  I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to survive for 24 hours.

    It made him feel real fear, but there was nothing he could do about it.  This is the sadness of being a chess piece.

    The Red Baron slowly put away the phone, but there was a knock on the door.

    "Who is it? Kudo, I said, no one can come in without my permission." The Red Baron said sternly.

    "Sorry, Baron." A man with gray hair came in.  This person doesn't look very old, and he has an honest and dull look.

    This honest man nodded to the Red Baron with respect and said, "I'm afraid Mr. Kudo will have to be unconscious at the door for a while."

    The Red Baron immediately pulled out his gun and pointed it at him, "Who are you and how did you get in?"

    The honest and tolerant man smiled apologetically and said, "I'm following orders, please don't take offense. Can I take something out of my pocket? Baron, I'm really nervous when you point a gun at me like this."

    "Your identity and purpose." The Red Baron said coldly.

    "I'm just like you, I have a name but can't use it. I'm also like you, I only have a code name." The honest man with gray hair said slightly shyly, "I am a bishop. Just like in the ancient version of chess, the knight is called  He is called a Baron, and the Chancellor of Chess is sometimes called a Bishop.¡±

    "Codename Bishop? One of the elders of the secret society?" The Red Baron looked at this man in shock.  It was really difficult for him to make a connection between this man who seemed a bit honest and a bit useless, and the legendary elder bishop of the secret society.

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