Chapter 1239: The Righteous Farm (21)_3

"After all these years, Abbes has never been a prominent figure in the military, now that he's so old, how can he still have such a promotion opportunity?"

Thomas snorted coldly and said, "What else could it be? He has a new backer. The military-industrial complex's relations within the military have long been steady. There's no need to add an extra burden like Abbes."

"If Abbes has a new backer, it means that there's a new power eyeing up this piece of the pie."

Hearing this, the male manager paused suddenly, then widened his eyes and said, "The Mexico incident happened last year, and this year's military budget has just risen by 50%... someone has made a move, faster than us!"

Thomas gently tapped the table, stood up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city, then said:

"There are not many people with such ability, ambition, and foresight..."

The white-haired leader of the group slightly furrowed his brow. The way his mouth slanted downwards, along with the strong muscles on his lips made him look like an angry lion. Soon, he spat out a name in a low voice:

"Luther."

In a high-end restaurant in the center of Seashore City, Lucifer Morningstar stared in shock at Shiller and said:

"So, you let your godson finance the anti-government army in Mexico, trick Congress into passing the 'Neighboring Country Security Act', and then embezzled the surging military budget??!!"

Shiller still had a smile on his face, only his gaze on Lucifer gradually became more intense. Under Lucifer's increasingly rigid gaze, Shiller nodded and said: "Generally speaking, that's about the extent of it."

Then, he looked at Lucifer expectantly and said:

"I heard that Morningstar once started a war of fallen angels between heaven and hell. They say that a feud can be avenged even after ten generations. If this revenge is not taken, it is not gentlemanly..."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Do you intend to start a Second War?"

Lucifer was completely petrified, but Shiller's expression was intense, and he spoke rapidly:

"You are Satan, the lord of hell. As long as you declare war, the Demon Kings of Hell must show deference to you and willingly pay tribute to you, expressing their support for your act of vengeance. Those who are unwilling are all rebels, kill them directly and confiscate their property."

"When you declare war, heaven will surely prepare for it. Conveniently, I am an angel, and I fancy myself pretty good at finances. I volunteer to become the logistic chief for the heaven side in the second fall of angels, promising to arrange everything clearly."

"When the two sides start fighting, it will certainly affect a wide area. In the principle of righteousness, I am willing to take on the duty of pacifying the various affected parties and cleaning up and repairing the land after the war."

"As the war gets more chaotic and casualties increase, as a pacifist, I am deeply distressed. I would strongly refuse to sit by and watch the three realms descend into chaos, guilt would keep me awake at night, forcing me to pray to God."

"God certainly would not want to watch his children bleed, I can deeply understand the difficulties of a father and a king. I would not hesitate to shed blood in Xuanyuan, but I'd also play the mediator in this war."

"Then, if hell takes the upper hand, you can demand a huge compensation, and we can split it. If heaven has the upper hand, I will prompt Michael to demand a huge compensation, you return to hell and accuse those Demon Kings of poor fighting, demanding large compensations, after the compensation reaches heaven, we split it in half..."

After a few dozen seconds, a blonde man in a suit rushed out of a high-end restaurant, hurriedly flagged down a taxi at the roadside, opened the door and got in.

"Hello, sir, where to?"

"Anywhere, just get going!!!"