The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 328: traitors

A tense atmosphere filled the big room, the 5 commissioners tried to stay calm but they could not despite all their efforts. This feeling never felt old to them, the feeling of war.

Almost every decade, they experienced bitter wars with their enemies, the Mocan republic. Because of that, they were supposed to have gotten used to it, but no, they were still as scared as the first time.

As the top diplomatic leaders of Vatican City, they never got involved in the military campaigns of the soldiers. They were content with staying under the government building, which only made them feel more guilty.

In the middle of the room, a huge holographic screen was projected and the ongoing battle was being shown.

Seeing the terrorists batter hard at the soldiers while they tried their best to hold their ground, they felt tense. What if the soldiers couldnt hold? What if the wall was breached?

The horrifying scenarios were just too much. They knew that they were overthinking, but they just couldnt let it go.

Thinking of their families, children, and grandchildren that were kept in the underground bunkers with the other civilians, they felt helpless. They already lived long, even if they had to die it would not be too painful.

But having to die with the knowledge that their family would die also, they were not sure if their spirit would rest in peace knowing that.

The attack of the terrorists was relentless and hard, there seemed to not be any breakthrough point for the Vatican soldiers.

In terms of numbers, the terrorists were superior.

Unlike the army that selected only people that passed the graduation test to become soldiers, the Persian tigers organization took anyone that they saw into their ranks.

Though this meant that the Vatican soldiers had the quality advantage on their side, it was reduced a lot in such a large battle involving tens of thousands of individuals.

Turning to Clarks direction, there was no breakthrough there either. They already recognized the terrorist Commander as an old monster.

As old as he was, though he was still just a 3rd rank high-grade terrorist, he already grew ripe and matured in that rank. He may have exhausted his potential to breakthrough already, but he was at the absolute peak of the rank.

In the ongoing battle, he already revealed 3 different battle arts which were all to enhance his melee prowess. Though he only revealed one self-created technique that he used on the wall, nobody doubted that he had more.

Clark was holding his mettle against him through his many weapons and gadgets, but he was still being trashed by the terrorist Commander.

Since the first day that they got to know their leader, this was the first time that the commissioners saw Clark at such a disadvantage in a battle.

His endurance was holding him on, but he looked pathetic like a kid that was being spanked by his anime grandfather. It was painful to the eyes.

Dont worry about that guy, he is more than capable to protect himself.

All the commissioners turned to face Dickson who only shrugged at their stares. He was currently sitting down leisurely on a chair with his legs crossed on the table, a toothpick was resting lazily in between his teeth.

Seeing this, the commissioners grew helpless. Dont you have anything doing? Get something to do rather than slacking while others fight.

Im not a Vatican soldier, Im here just as a favor for that guy.

As the atmosphere became heavy in the room, one of the commissioners interjected. Excuse me, leader, Im going to the restroom.

Im going too.

The 2 commissioners stood up, directed another glare at Dickson before going off to the restroom. The others only sighed worriedly before turning back to look at the holographic screen.

It was only a few minutes since the battle started, but blood was already flowing. It was mostly terrorist blood due to the hindrance of the wall and the strategies used by the soldiers, but some of the soldiers still died.

Seeing the other 3 commissioners turn to watch the holographic screen, Dickson removed the casual expression from his face and secretly directed a glance at the 2 commissioners that were leaving together.

Detecting nothing abnormal at a glance, he resumed his teeth picking and brought back his lazy attitude.

The battlefield kept widening as the terrorists started running rampant in the city. As the trio of commissioners watched apprehensively, they suddenly grew surprised. They thought they just saw the wall shake.

They rubbed their eyes; they just saw it again.

Whats happening? The 2 commissioners turned to face the head commissioner.

I dont know, I did nothing.

Hearing this, Dickson quickly stood up and directed a glance at the holographic screen. Before the astonished gaze of the commissioners, the wall shook slightly before rapidly sinking back into the ground.

Their eyes opened wide. They were familiar with this scene; this was the normal retrieval mechanism. This could not have been caused by a terrorist.

What is happening?

Whoosh!

Dickson turned and bolted away in the direction of the restroom immediately. There, he saw both commissioners and one of them was just removing his hand from the familiar virtual button.

Seeing him, both commissioners turned and ran.

Wom! Wom!

[Head commissioners authority has been overridden: All authority of the underground bunker is now under the custody of commissioner Craig.]

[Grade-5 alert has been activated: Locking down the bunker.]

Dickson tried to go after them, but heavy doors jutted out of the ground and blocked his path immediately. Hitting the door with his heavy shield, he gave up immediately and turned around to face the still shocked commissioners.

What happened? How did Craig use my fingerprint? The head commissioner was too shocked to talk properly.

Dickson hardly gave a damn. Get your act together, old man. He simulated your fingerprint, and the bunker is now locked against us.

Did Craig betray the city?

Ask me again.

The head commissioner spaced out, still shocked.

Ignoring him, Dickson picked up a special communication device and put a call through. Is this Corporal Damn?

Yes.

Good! Your leader was right, there are indeed traitors. Spare some soldiers to go after these 2 commissioners, Craig and Terry. Send competent soldiers, they already took over a lot of virtual authority.

Ok, got it. The call hung up the next moment.

Come out, we have to go. Dickson spoke at the wall.

Sigh, I thought this would be just a workover. I never knew that some of the commissioners were really traitors, what a shame. Now the wall is down, this war would become a lot more tedious.

The still shocked commissioners turned their heads animatedly only to see a familiar figure. King?

Yes, its me. How ya doing?

Im sorry, commissioners, but youll have to follow me. Dickson came to their side the next moment. Before they could protest, he cuffed them all before dragging them to the side.

Drag them gently, Dickshit. Theyre old men. As King said this, he was already placing his hand into his bag. When he brought it out, a special bomb wrapped with red material appeared.

Placing it down, he set the timer and retreated a bit.

Boom!

The sound shook the foundations of the sturdy bunker as a hole was blasted through the thick walls made from exotic metal. Both soldiers did not flinch. Taking hold of the commissioners, Dickson followed King outside.

Clark hoped for this not to happen, but unfortunately, it did happen.

But now was not the time to lament, they just had to move over to plan B- The Convergence plan.