Class members of the 263rd section

Bergson's office is not big, almost 50 to 60 square meters. Closets, tables, chairs, sofas... all kinds of furniture occupy more than half of the area in the house. Although these utensils made of wood or metal are expensive, the connection between the placement is compact and undisturbed, and there is no sense of messiness at all, and it makes people unable to notice the crowding, but with the filling of these utensils, the spare floor in the whole room is pitifully small. The only thing that can be kept unobstructed is to extend from the entrance of the door, connecting with the bookcase and the desk, with a path embroidered with beautiful patterns and thick velvet blankets on the surface.

Except for Bergson, who was sitting behind the desk, there were at least sixty people standing in the room. The narrow space was crowded with crowded heads, the elderly and young people, both men and women, were tightly attached to their bodies, as if they were pinched and stuffed into the plastic tableware box, their feet were barely balanced, and their upper bodies were completely dispersed, looking for a place as comfortable as possible for themselves.

The sunlight projected from the sky becomes stronger and stronger, completely eliminating the darkness condensed on the earth. No matter how far you look or in any direction in the wilderness, you will feel a white, hot, and dazzling light.

The temperature in the room suddenly rose.

Squeezing, coupled with unobstructed breathing, the oxygen flowing in from the window was instantly scrambled to snatch the oxygen from the outside of the window. Body temperature and natural heat mixed with each other, urging the water inside the body to seep out from the surface of the skin like rain, and sticking the wet clothes to the body. There is no gap, and men and women are crowded like tightly stuffed cans of sardines. At this time, politeness and physiological obscurity of different genders are completely gone——The soft and plump/breasts are squeezed by shoulders and arms from all directions, and the erect genitals that are stimulated and swelled and erect, and they are firmly pressed against the butts of any man and woman standing in front of them. As for those hands that can never be stable... either inserted into other people's wet clothes and touched up and down, or stuffed into their pockets for simple and effective self-comfort.

With the hot weather and the narrow space, people have absolutely sufficient reasons to explain their behavior. Everyone standing in the office is a relative, and the object of being teased and touched may be their aunts, sisters, sisters, or their relatives, grandfathers, uncles, and uncles. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, in this case, the contact between the environment and body can indeed bring about a completely different sensory enjoyment from usual. The wasteland world is not as full of damn "morality" as the old era, as it was, as it was, the father and daughter, or the mother and son sleep together, are very common among the wilderness refugees. People do not know what consequences will bring about close relatives, sex, love, or they act simply based on ** and physical instincts.

Just like now—all the people standing in the house are direct or relatives of the Luton family. But they actually rarely pay attention to each other's identities and seniority. Whether men or women, once the adrenaline is strong, they will immediately find the most secret place in the castle, take off their pants and strip off their clothes, and let the two genitals with different shapes and functions be closely combined, **. When the fever in the mind gradually disappears with physical fatigue, the feeling of hardness, emptiness, and hunger that needs to be filled is satisfied, they will return to a state of coldness, indifference, and even some mutual hostility.

In a word, no matter how happy it is, no matter how happy it is, no matter how excited it is, and afterward it is turned against it, it happens almost every day in Galgassoni Castle————Everyone’s surname is Luton. According to the ancestral teachings, it is necessary to try to maintain the purity of blood within the family. Nephews marrying aunts, uncles find granddaughters and other things have almost become a convention. But if all kinds of cumbersome and messy relationships are put aside, they all have the right to inherit and fight each other for inheritance and power.

There are many family members living in Galgasone Castle, and the total number is more than 300. This is the part that has survived after Lin Xiang's last full-scale attack. In terms of interests alone, the men and women who can be named "Luton" behind these surnames are actually more grateful to Lin Xiang, a violent and cruel killer. If he had not cut off most of the heads of direct blood relatives, his identity within the family would have been impossible to be improved, let alone the so-called inheritance.

Few people will take the initiative to walk into Bergson's office. They have absolute trust in the young head of the family and agree with Bergson's special ability to gather wealth and fairness in the distribution of interests. Because of this, members of the Luton family rarely personally engage in various matters related to business and territorial benefits. They usually spend more time on banquets and dances, as well as various games that are of interest and full of excitement.

This is the first time in the history of Galgassoni Castle, where all family members are crowded into the office today.

More than 300 "Lutons" flocked downstairs like a tide, filling the narrow space of the office, and long tails of people flew out of the open room door and dragged to the end of the corridor connecting with the stairs.

They formed a semicircle at the desk, surrounding the cold-looking Bergson in the center. Countless eyes were projected onto him from different angles, greed, angry, doubtful, sympathetic... as if it was a human-shaped magnet, so that once the focus of the sight condensed, it would never move again.

"Bergson, we need to know the truest situation. You should not hide it from us. As the head of the family, you must make everything public. If you hide it or hide it intentionally, we will hold a family meeting in advance. At that time...hum..."

An old man standing in front, about sixty years old, wearing a black satin robe, leaned his body and held the table with his hands apart, with a majestic expression, looking down at Bergson leaning on the leather chair.

The war between Hidden Moon City and Sosbia is no longer a secret. With the fall of one city after another, the benefits that originally belonged to the family members were completely cut off. For them, these supplies may be dozens of tons of food, hundreds of thousands of Sosbian dollars, or large pieces of ore just dug out from the ground... No matter which one is, it means that you can exchange young and beautiful virgins and boys who can be used as toys from the hands of wilderness and slave traders. It also means wine, delicious food, and various consumptions that are essential for squandering their lives.

War is too far from family members. They do not care about the progress of the battle, and only focus on the benefits that they should belong to, but now they cannot get. The long-term luxury life has caused many of them to lose the most basic ability to judge affairs. Apart from eating, drinking, and having fun, their brains are impossible, and they will not consider additional things.

Bergson slowly raised his head and moved his upper body out of the shadow blocked by the wall. Under the strong and dazzling sunlight, people clearly saw this young head of the family with quick thinking and cruel means, with no blood on his thin face, only the paleness of a dead person.

“…real?”

He turned around in a daze and looked at everyone standing at the desk, including the old man, with a puzzled look. He seemed to have just woken up from his sleep, his thinking was completely in a daze, unable to understand what the other party had just said.

“For the real situation———”

The old man looked at him with a gloomy face, his eyes getting colder and colder, and he said, "Where is our army? Why not launch a counterattack? Those fallen cities and settlements are related to the benefits of the entire family. They must be taken back without any of them———"

The old man's indignant words immediately caused chaos in the dense crowd.

Although they do not engage in production, they do not care about actual operations such as material collection and trade. However, the members of the family who lived in the castle for many years have an unusually strong interest in the replacement of power and interests. They have an extremely sensitive sense of smell in this regard. They use war to suppress the forces of the side, use the enemy's hands to destroy the economy and production systems that do not belong to their own directly under the jurisdiction, and logically reduce the benefits that the other party deserves, so as to make themselves sit more steadily, no one can shake them, and always hold the position of the head of the family... This kind of thing is common in every family organization. Not only Sosbia, but also Ferdinand, it is bloody, cruel, but very effective.

"It's really rare. You will also care about the threat that war brings to Sosbia... Hahahaha, the accident is really beyond my expectations-----"

Suddenly, Bergson, whose expression and body seemed to be completely stiff, suddenly showed a heart-pounding sneer on his face. He separated his hands and pressed the tabletop, jumped up from the wide high-back leather chair. Before the other party could move, he reached out to grab the collar of the old man's clothes and lifted him over.

This series of actions was too fast, and the people next to him had no time to react. It was not until this time that the members of the Luton family standing in the room suddenly remembered that Bergson had received the transformation of the second-level enhancement potion. He was not an ordinary person like himself, but a psychic person who was much stronger than himself.

"You slackers who eat people and don't spit bones, are awesome. I know what you are worried about. What you care about is only the family territory and benefits related to yourself. As for the war itself, you don't want to know at all, and you don't bother to care about it... Hahahaha, am I right?"

Bergson pulled the old man's clothes tightly, dragged him hard toward him, and looked up and down with meaningful gazes, but the meaning contained in his eyes was absolutely not friendly. This gaze, which was sharper than the blade, completely dispelled the special power formed by age and identity on the old man. His face quickly turned from tiny to pale, and his fat body wrapped in black satin robe trembled slightly. He stared at Bergson's eyes and suddenly a cold and resentful light flashed, but his lips were closed tightly, and he couldn't say a word.

"My office has never been as lively as it is today. Yes, you are just a bunch of dirty and depraved scum, but as a member of the Luton family, you do have the right to know what is going on----"

Bergson didn't care about shooting enough murderous eyes from the old man and others. He slowly let go of his hand, leaned back, and sat back slowly back on his chair, saying in a plain voice without any fluctuation: "We met the *, the west, and the south, and were attacked by the enemy forces. Several major grain-producing areas, including the Wasteland City and the Fengming Basin, were all destroyed, and the ore-producing areas such as Bloodstone City, Ironbi City, and Mosocret were completely out of control. According to the information obtained four hours ago, by the early morning of this day, we have lost 90% of the large cities, and all mines, grain production areas and the settlements where the factories are located are completely blocked. If the Flying Star City, which blocks Highway 6 to the south, is captured and the enemy's troops who drive straight into the sky, the next target is Galgassoni Castle."

The whole office was silent, and all the "Luton" faces showed shock, fear and incredible expressions. In their memory, Sosbia is a super existence with stronger strength than any opponent. Although Galgassoni Castle was previously captured by a group of damn guys, they did not cause much damage. As for now... if the situation is really as Bergson said, then the Luton family has indeed encountered an unprecedented disaster.

The chaos and panic lasted for less than five minutes. The people with horror quickly recovered from their panic and helpless mental state. They whispered, whispered to each other, and their voices were pressed very low, and they could only produce effects at the distance between their lips and their ears. However, countless slight noises mixed together, but immediately overlapped into an extremely huge, as if the "buzzing" sound of thousands of flies dancing back and forth in the air.

The old man who had just been pressed over to the table had his messy clothes. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, looked at Bergson, sitting on the chair with a cold expression, but his ears were trying to tell the slight conversations from around him... After a few minutes, he slowly raised his right hand, stopped the noise from the other people behind him, barely squeezed out a very ugly smile, and said in a gentle tone as possible: "So, where is our army? Why not launch a counterattack?"

"army?"

Bergson raised his head, and the moment his eyes came into contact with the old man, a bitter smile appeared on his face. Two rows of neat white teeth came out from the separated lips/nude/exposed, saying, "Hahahaha... Dear Uncle Rauls, your wisdom really makes me feel ashamed. Under normal circumstances, only virgins who are less than ten years old will arouse your interest. It is indeed a surprising change to suddenly shift the focus of your thinking consciousness from whips, candles and rubber genitals to words such as war, soldiers, weapons... Of course, I am not questioning

Do you really have the ability in this regard? As for the army you just asked... I can tell you clearly--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"This is impossible———"

A classical Taff thick and wide-edged long skirt, tall and thin, with a "V" collar on his chest that was surprisingly low and concave. You can even clearly see the protruding chest five or six centimeters, the padding on the surface of the skin, the skin was shriveled and wrinkled. The old woman, who was at least over 80, squeezed through the crowd hard, looked at Bergson fiercely, and screamed: "The most powerful force next to Sosbia is Ferdinand. The Aresandro family could not have as powerful force as you said. That old guy Antonio is an absolute miser, and he will never make a loss-making move. This is not in Ferdinand's interests. I'm sure you are lying--"

Bergson looked at the angry old lady indifferently, and a sarcastic sneering appeared on her angrily angrily face: "Aunt Eska, I really didn't expect that you would leave the small room on the third floor of the castle and come to me condescendingly. What? The handsome young man who was tired of playing with the young and handsome guy finally planned to come out to breathe the fresh air? Haha... I know, you have a good relationship with Ferdinand. Although you don't look very good,

It's the old ghost Antonio of the Aresandro family who likes **'s butt very much. I can understand this pitiful love of hostile forces. In the story, Romeo and Juliet are the best examples. However, before blaming others and expressing their opinions, I hope you'd better find out the truth first--When did I say that the army attacking the territory came from Ferdinand? Which eye did you see that they had the special emblem of the Aresandro family?"

The lady's face turned pale. She pressed her down hard and held her breasts, which were not big, and she gritted her teeth with a pad. She said with gritted teeth: "Since it's not Ferdinand, then your words are even more doubtful. Besides them, which army is stronger than Sosbia? Are they outsiders who suddenly came out through the severe radiation zone? This clumsy trick is not clever. If you want to use war as an excuse to deprive the supplies that each family members should receive, then I promise that you will roll off the chair of the head of the family in less than a few hours."
Chapter completed!