"Fear?"

Vincent stared at Zhou Huan for a long time before nodding slowly, "Yes, I admit that I am afraid of that old guy. But even if I am afraid, I have to do some things."

"In order to get power?" Zhou Huan laughed and said, "You can impose some conspiracies on others? Do you think you are doing this yourself right?"

"Don't complain, young man."

Vincent sneered, just like a life mentor, and said coldly to Zhou Huan: "The process of a person's growth is actually a process of continuous collapse of the world view. If you want to get more, you must change yourself. It is not me who is wrong, but the world who is wrong!"

Zhou Huan was stunned for a moment. He had to admit that although Vincent's words were extreme, he could not be wrong.

The experiences over the past few years have made Zhou Huan understand a truth.

A weak person can do nothing, let alone protect his relatives and gain the right to freedom.

If you want to live in this world without power, you can only wait to be killed or plundered, and there is no other choice.

After a little silence, Zhou Huan mentioned a question he was thinking about since he started the assassination mission.

He knew that Vincent might not be able to answer this question. However, he still wanted to ask questions and confirm.

"Do you know the old director?"

When asked this question, Zhou Huan was actually very contradictory.

After MT's clone was placed on Vincent, MT should have known all the memories in Vincent's brain.

But MT searched through Vincent's memories, but he could not find any memory fragments of Vincent and the director of the China Security Bureau.

Zhou Huan doesn't think there is a problem with MT's ability, so the problem itself does not appear on Vincent.

Sure enough, when Vincent heard this, he had a puzzled look on his face, "Who is the old director?"

Zhou Huan breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, "If you don't know, let's forget it, we have nothing to talk about anymore."

As for how Vincent learned, the person who gave Zhou Huan orders to kill him.

In fact, Vincent no longer needs to tell him this question, and MT has found the answer from Vincent's memory.

Defense Minister Mozart!

Why did Mozart know?

Then you need to see yourself before you know it!

Ignoring Vincent's cold expression, Zhou Huan said coldly: "I want to see Mozart."

He didn't think the request he made was rude.

Because he has the capital to demand the head of state D in front of him.

Then, Zhou Huan met Mozart.

Still the image of an old man, Mozart just looked at the young man in front of him quietly. Gradually, a hint of emotion spread from his old face, and finally turned into a smile of understanding and a little sadness.

Mozart felt that he had been very cautious in his life and was not confused about major events. The only adventure he had no confidence was this time he cooperated with Vincent's actions.

But since I did it, I did it, and there is no room for regret now.

Zhou Huan squinted his eyes and looked at the Minister of Defense of Country D opposite him, which also reminded him of the scene when he first met with Mozart.

At that time, Mozart gave him a very steady feeling, and his aura was like a vast ocean, which made him breathless.

But now, when facing the first military leader of the D-National Military again, he was surprised to find that he could face this old man calmly and could not feel any pressure.

"You once told me that if I betrayed this country that day, would you kill me with your own hands?"

Zhou Huan's expression appeared on his face, "Now I want to ask you, if you betray this country yourself, who will kill you?"

Mozart smiled, looked at the young man in front of him with a calm expression, and suddenly asked a very abrupt question.

"Wilson isn't dead, right?"

At this time, all the surveillance equipment in the interrogation room had been closed. No matter how serious the prison rules and regulations were, it was not a problem in front of the first military of Country D, and no one dared to spy on this strange conversation.

This question is indeed very abrupt. Even if other people listen, they may not understand it for a while.

But Zhou Huan understood, and he also knew who Wilson was.

This name seems very ordinary, but it is the name of the old man in the royal family.

Zhou Huan stared at Mozart. Judging from the other party's tone, he seemed to be very familiar with the old man in the royal family, especially Mozart's age is similar to that old man.

"Before answering your question, should you answer my question first?" Zhou Huan said very rudely, because of his position, he didn't need to be polite.

Mozart sighed softly.

“It’s great to be young!”

Zhou Huan has heard this sentence a lot, and many people have said the same sentence in front of him.

In the past, Zhou Huan might have thought it was a praise, but now when he hears it, he only thinks it is a ridicule.

"Young is good." Zhou Huan nodded, "At least, you can do something that the elderly cannot do."

Mozart's eyes were calm and unchanged by Zhou Huan's ridicule, but they were also fascinating. "Provoking others is an impolite act, and it is easy to be hurt."

"I was in a good mood before I was uncertain whether I was injured."

Zhou Huan smiled, "That's enough!"

After a long silence, Mozart slowly said, "I have not betrayed this country."

"Is that true?" Zhou Huan sneered.

"I betrayed Wilson alone." The old face was slightly sad, paused for a moment, and then returned to calm. "The world is developing and progressing. Country D no longer belongs to the royal family."

Zhou Huan cannot refute this question. People in many countries in the world do not like monarchy.

But, does this have anything to do with him?

So Zhou Huan asked the second question, which was also the question he wanted to know the most.

"How long have you known the old director?"

Mozart's eyes no longer had any emotion or nostalgia, let alone warmth and kindness, but calm as a mirror, cold as ice, sharp as a knife, breaking through the space of the interrogation room and piercing deeply into Zhou Huan's eyes!

Zhou Huan saw a few days ago at the closest distance, His Majesty, who was not the emperor, had such eyes.

Such a person, such a pair of eyes, condensed countless years of life and death, strategy and wisdom, and fierce murderous intent that soared into the sky, how can ordinary people bear it?

Zhou Huan took it.

Will he be afraid of such a person even if he dares to kill such a person?

Seeing the calmness on Zhou Huan's face and the indifference in his eyes, Mozart was stunned for a moment and suddenly smiled.

"We all underestimated you. You are no longer a chess piece, but a chess player!"
Chapter completed!