The Red Baron put down the phone, turned to look at Masaoka Kudo next to him, and said nothing.

He did not speak, and Kudo Masaoka did not dare to speak at will. After waiting for a while, the Red Baron whispered, "The Red Devil Army is over."

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

"Those people are assigned to you, put them in the red tide." The Red Baron whispered, "You said, those extremists will turn around and oppose us?"

"This subordinate does not dare to judge." Masaoka Kudo hesitated. "However, the subordinates feel that extremists are always extremists, and they have always been not in the same mind with us. We only use them. After the use, we will get rid of them sooner or later.

They are probably the same. So once the conditions are ripe, they may also be rebellious. "

The Red Baron nodded, "I think so too. It's just this change. It came a bit too soon."

"Perhaps they really said that to Saloda, because they occupied Odalat, so they feel that they have to rely on us and don't need to rely on us." Kudo Masaoka said in a low voice.

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.

And as soon as he heard the phone's voice, the Red Baron stood up and pointed to Kudo Masaoka outside the door. "Go out and watch, right away."

Kudo Masaoka immediately turned and ran out, drank back the guard at the door, and stood by himself.

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

"You know I will find you." A burst of electronically synthesized voice came from the other end of the phone. It is not very coherent to speak one word by one.

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, that's enough." The electronically synthesized voice on the other end of the phone remained the same.

"What's your order, Grand Duke," the Red Baron whispered.

"Operation Western Sahara is not going well. I am beginning to doubt whether you are capable of this task." The phone whispered.

"We have used the anti-terrorist forces to successfully intervene in Western Sahara. And we are about to take Odalat." Red Baron replied.

"But the situation is getting out of control, and I don't like this. I like to control the situation, not to let the situation out of my control. And you are letting the situation out of control." Electronic synthesized speech has no emotional color, but every word spoken. It all seemed to hit the red baron's heart.

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

"Better. And you must understand that Aladdin has already started to work with those mercenaries. This will make things even more troublesome. You should know who Aladdin is and understand his destructive power to us.

Once he officially joins forces with those mercenaries, it will be a huge trouble. Aladdin alone is not enough to fear, after all, he is already old, no longer the same. Even though he is still a difficult character, the harm he can cause is limited.

And those mercenaries are doing everything right with us. Although many times they can't take advantage of it, they are indeed getting bigger. Once they colluded with Aladdin. Will cause a lot of unexpected troubles.

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

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

"You can't solve Aladdin. Even I can't solve this person completely. 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." Red Baron replied.

"I want to see results. And until now, your work has achieved little effect. If this continues, maybe I should change my strategy and reconsider your position in the organization." Electronically synthesized speech is authentic one word by one.

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

"Destroy those mercenaries and completely destroy them. If they were worthy of use before, now they have become more and more dangerous. Use all means to get rid of them." After the Grand Duke's voice finished, he stopped dumbly.

"Hey, hello..." The Red Baron put down the phone with a gloomy face. Today, in everyone's eyes, he has almost complete control of the secret society organization.

But only the Red Baron understood that the secret society was never under his control. The mysterious voice on that phone has been directing everything from a corner. Everything organized by the secret society is operated under his command, including the Red Baron himself.

The world is like chess, even the general on the chessboard is just a chess piece. It is the hand outside the chessboard that really controls everything. Where he wants to put the chess piece, the chess piece can only be there.

The Duke of the Secret Society is the mysterious, yet in control of everything. Even if it is like a red baron, it can only be under his control. The Red Baron even thought that if one day, the Grand Duke would die by himself. I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to live past 24 hours.

To make him feel real fear, but helpless. This is the sorrow 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 that no one can come in without my permission." The Red Baron snapped.

"Sorry, Baron." A man with gray hair came in. This person does not seem to be very old, and he looks like an old solid wood.

The honest man nodded respectfully to the Red Baron and said, "Mr. Kudo may have to be in a coma at the door for a while."

The Red Baron immediately drew his gun at him, "Who are you and how did you get in?"

The old man with a solid wood smiled and said, "According to the order, don't be offended. Can I take something out of my pocket? Baron, you point a gun at me like this, I'm really nervous."

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

"I have a name like you, but I can't use it. I am like you, only a code name." The gray-haired honest man said slightly shyly, "I am the bishop. Just like in the ancient version of chess, the knight is It is called the baron, and the chess figure is sometimes called the bishop."

"Codename Bishop? One of the veterans of the secret society?" The Red Baron looked at this man in shock. It is really difficult for him to connect this person who seems a little frustrated with the legendary veteran bishop of the secret society organization.