Chapter 1389 - 450: The Dust That Covers History_3

Chapter 1389: Chapter 450: The Dust That Covers History_3

It’s faster to just kill those entrepreneurs than to have them voluntarily shell out money for the homeless.

Laughably said, it’s as if B could fly and explode with milk.

Simply put, Miles still wants Lin Miao to pay, but the name changes from her to the Federal Government and Miles himself, so everyone only remembers her merits, not Lin Miao’s.

Spending that fifty thousand dollars was really worth it.

Being a hooligan while pretending to be righteous.

Lucas didn’t have much objection to this; he was mainly worried that the Horizon Corporation might leverage these veterans to gain a foothold in the New American Federation, threatening the position of military technology.

Having resolved these disputes, Miles then chased the two out of the White House and began planning construction.

If she can successfully roll out this round of nationwide infrastructure, her presidential position will be unbreakable, becoming the greatest president in the history of the United States, bar none!

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Aware from the chaos, Lancaster felt pain all over his body.

Opening his eyes, he saw only darkness, the breath he exhaled rushed back onto his face; clearly, his head was covered by a sack, even the signal was blocked.

Lancaster tried to struggle, but both his hands and feet were bound to the post, unable to move.

The commotion he caused awakened a presence in the dark; vaguely, Lancaster sensed several people standing around him.

"Lancaster Bodet Henry... the second son of the Lancaster Family, gosh, we really caught a big fish."

"Haha, this kid can at least fetch several hundred thousand in ransom."

They called him by his real name, but Lancaster wasn’t scared.

"Don’t waste our time with that."

The locator installed in his body would automatically alarm once disconnected, and the family guards would arrive in twelve hours at the fastest.

"Whatever amount you want, I can give it to you. If you look for my father, you won’t even get a dime; he won’t hesitate to slaughter you."

"Also, I advise you to release me quickly, or you’ll not only fail to get the ransom but will have the entire lower echelon riddled with bloodshed."

As a descendant of the Plantagenet dynasty, Lancaster was well aware of his family’s methods.

"Hehe..."

The leader chuckled lightly.

"No need to bluff with us here."

Lancaster felt a sharp dagger pressed against his throat.

"More than money, I’m curious how a little master like you ended up in our cesspool for so long? It’s been one or two months, surprisingly."

"As for your signal device, don’t rely on it; making fake signals isn’t hard for us. Your family guards likely still think you’re lingering in a high-end club."

The surrounding people burst into laughter.

Lancaster’s heart sank; he didn’t think they were lying.

"I’m here looking for someone, it has nothing to do with you. Just name the price you want."

But the counterpart ignored him and pursued further.

"Looking for whom?"

"KGB."

Upon those three words, Lancaster felt the temperature around him plummet to freezing point, a chilling murderous intent made his hair stand on end.

"K-G-B?"

The opponent said it slowly, as if confirming something.

"What’s that?"

"The Soviet Union’s intelligence agency from ninety years ago. I heard there’s a remnant organization here, so I came to take a look."

"People from ninety years ago, I guess they’re all dead. Why are you looking for them?"

"My father mentioned them once, I’m just curious."

"Your father? Mentioned KGB? You’re brazen enough to deceive me!"

The opponent’s tone grew more sinister, the dagger neared his throat, Lancaster felt the skin on his neck being cut, a stench of blood hit his nostrils.

Terrified, Lancaster’s words stumbled out like a burst of bullets.

"No, I was commanding troops in Cuba against the enemy, finding them quite troublesome, with tightly-knit organizational structures, seemingly linked to the old Soviet Union, so I wanted to uncover the difference between past and current militaries."

The deeper the investigation went, the more Lancaster felt history was deliberately buried under cement, as if trying to permanently conceal something.

Texts and visual materials had been almost entirely erased, glimpses of the extraordinary era could only be seen through residual fragments.

But the more he delved into it, the more Lancaster’s curiosity and longing grew, wondering what it was that made his formidable father so reluctant to discuss.

"That’s it?"

"That’s all."

"...."

A sudden silence fell around, the group seemed to be discussing something behind his back, using internal channels so Lancaster couldn’t hear a thing.

"Should we let him go?"

"Can you guarantee this guy won’t come back with reinforcements to make trouble once he’s gone?"

"True, besides this guy might actually be a spy tracing our whereabouts."

"Unlikely, they’ve been quiet for more than twenty years, we haven’t done anything recent, and there’s no way they’d use a genuine noble as bait."

"Maybe it’s really about Cuba..."

"What does Cheka say?"

"They’re still investigating over there."

"Letting him go is a risk, indeed it’s safer to kill him and frame it as a gang murder ripping off a ticket."

"I agree."

Perhaps having reached a conclusion, the group grabbed Lancaster’s hair, yanking him up roughly.

With hands and feet bound to the steel pipe, Lancaster felt like his limbs were about to snap.

The opponent, like slaughtering a pig, held one hand on his hair, the other pressing the dagger against his throat.

Lancaster thought desperately.

Am I going to die?

Die in such a place?

I might as well have died on the battlefield...

[Wait]

One command rang out, halting the dagger that was about to strike.

[Vasenko wants to see him, bring him over]

"What?"

Lancaster heard an astonished voice from the person who grabbed him.

Soon the dagger pressed against his throat was also lifted.

"You’re lucky, kid."

The opponent unlocked the chains binding his hands and feet, releasing Lancaster from the steel pipe, then tied his hands separately and pushed him forward.

"Someone wants to see you."

[KGB Manual: In case of major unforeseen events, sever all connections, cease all agent activities, preserve oneself]