The cyborg cat silently moved through the solid floor until she had reached right underneath the seat of Arthur Pennylane, the Chief Executive Officer of the Pennylane Planetary Shipping Company.
While Ves did his best to pretend that he was listening attentively to President Yenames Clive's speech, he silently apologized to the innocent CEO.
In order for his plan to work, he needed a high-value sacrifice. Arthur Pennylane definitely met his requirements.
Besides, the old man was already getting on in his years, and he had already raised a bunch of qualified successors. The overworked CEO would probably appreciate the opportunity to go on an early retirement!
After completing his apology in advance, Ves gave the greenlight for Veronica to make her move!
The hidden cat's purple eyes gleamed as she exerted a tiny amount of her power.
Myaow!
"...Every Davutan must play his part in our struggle to defend against the aggression of the Karlachs. Whether you can pilot a mech or not, each of you--"
Bang!
"--can contribute to the survival of our precious colonial state..."
President Yenames Clive almost interrupted his speech after he received an emergency notification, but he managed to maintain control well enough to keep going without skipping any beat.
On the other hand, Block M quickly descended into panic as the body of Arthur Pennylane spontaneously burst into pieces!
"HE'S DEAD!" The executive sitting next to him rose to his feet in horror as blood and flesh spilled over from a body that should have been whole. "HE'S BEEN ASSASSINATED!"
The dramatic and explosive death of Arthur Pennylane triggered immediate reactions from a host of people!
President Yenames Clive may be carrying on with his speech while maintaining the same unflappable bearing and demeanor as always, but to say he was upset was an understatement!
The man did not want this strange assassination to completely ruin the most important occasion of his extensive lifetime.
A part of his mind already transmitted numerous urgent commands through his cranial implant. He wanted his subordinates to handle the situation right away and keep the disruption to a minimum!
Meanwhile, Block M became a lot more disarrayed as soon as a body burst apart as if a bomb had gone off inside his body.
It wasn't just the fact that someone spontaneously exploded that triggered so much panic and screaming.
It was the fact that it happened to an individual that should have been protected against assassination that truly shocked the people seated in Block M!
Strangely enough, the guests sitting at the other seating blocks hadn't actually noticed anything, which was exactly the result that the authorities wanted to keep.
This was because shortly after the powerful monitoring systems detected that an important guest had lost his life at Block M, a powerful projection overlapped the surface of the energy shield, depicting a simulated image of the guests while they were completely fine!
Nothing unusual seemed to have happened and Arthur Pennylane looked as if he was still completely healthy and breathing.
The founding ceremony therefore continued to proceed without getting marred by any awful accidents.
While the government officials were happy that it managed to prevent this incident from spilling over, that still didn't make up for the fact that one of their VIPs died under their watch!
A lot of activity took place within the false projected image.
For one, practically everyone rose from their seats as if they feared they would be next!
A lot of clever people had already guessed that the attack may be positional in nature. For example, a tiny bomb may have been planted beneath their seats.
For this reason, they not only relocated elsewhere, but also floated in the air so that they at least had a chance of detecting an incoming attack.
The security guards moved into action as well. Those that were closest immediately raced forward to examine the immediate area and determine whether there were any other explosives in the vicinity.
Dozens of other guards poured in from the other sections of the seating block. They either moved to calm down the panicking guards or fanned out to inspect the emptied seating areas.
Seconds later, a powerful Saint Kingdom engulfed the entire seating block.
"The Shotgun Shogun has arrived!"
"Get us out of here!"
"We demand restitution!"
"SILENCE." The amplified voice of Saint Shogi thundered into everyone's ears!
Though the heavy willpower of the ace pilot did much to calm and silence the VIPs by force, many of the invited guests were anything but average people!
Leaving aside the children and spouses that accompanied their important family members, the true VIPs were all highly intelligent or highly competent leaders in their own fields.
Their mental strength and determination were considerably higher than average. Though the prospect of death was enough to scare them out of their wits, they were not willing to allow an ace pilot to cow them into submission!
This counted double for the Crossers! A part of their leadership consisted of current or former mech pilots. The rest received some measure of combat training as the Garlen Empire where they originated from was an incredibly martial state where strength was admired.
It did not surprise anyone that the Crossers therefore exhibited the best reactions in response to the recent events.
At first, they flew out of their seats and spread out to prevent themselves from getting taken out at once by a single explosive attack.
Then, they started to converge into groups of 6 to 10 people. The most competent warriors among the Crossers surrounded the young and the vulnerable with their bodies.
Although there was not much they could do without their mechs or combat equipment, not all of them were as weak as they appeared on the surface!
Those with combat-oriented implants and genetic modifications could be surprisingly deadly under the right circumstances.
This was unacceptable to the Davutans as it would ruin the perfectly choreographed founding ceremony! freeweɓnovel.cѳm
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