The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 309: 2 weeks to the dday

A few hours later, in the afternoon, both friends finally got back to Vatican City. They decided to come here as everyone was practically waiting for them here, including Leos wife.

Detecting the car from afar, the electronically controlled gate opened after Clark drove close enough to it.

Having received the signal of the gate opening already, Rose led her troupe of female companions down to meet the 2 mischievous men who left them unceremoniously the previous day.

Leo brazed himself for the reprimanding words that would come his way soon, to Clarks amazement, but to his shock, Kate said nothing to him after she came down with the other 2 ladies.

Umm, is something wrong?

Kate snorted. You expected me to talk at you, right? Im decent enough to recognize that you went out with your friend for a good cause.

Oh, ok. Leo nodded his head.

So, how was it? Emily came forward and asked.

It was a pretty down-to-earth burial ceremony, but it was ok overall. Clark replied while scratching his nose.

Though the ladies had the urge to ask further due to the instinct built in them, they suppressed the urge. Though Clark and Leo looked fine, they suspected that they both had to go through a lot during this period.

Its ok, guys Emily tried to comfort them. Friends never die, they live in your heart.

Clark turned to face her. What did you say?

Seeing the look on his face, Emily became embarrassed. She angrily punched him on the chest before turning away to hide her blush. Youre an unfeeling bastard, no wonder youre still single.

That hurt.

The silence only lasted for a moment before Rose made the atmosphere lively again with her words.

So there stood the 5 of them, talking baseless topics like they had all the time in the world. By the time that they finished talking and finally separated to go their various ways, 30 minutes already passed.

Clark suddenly held his best friends hand before he could leave, he looked into Leos eyes. Youll come to help me, right? For my upcoming plan.

Do you even need to ask? Leo had an are you serious expression on his face? Chill bro, of course, Ill be there to help. Thats after dropping my wife though, Ill be back.

Ok, thanks.

Dont mention bro. Leo waved his hands.

You know, I really want to set a precedence in my city. It seems absurd, but the actual reason why Im looking for so many reinforcements is to wipe out the terrorists without a single casualty on my side.

Leo had no change in his expression. Ive known you for a long-time bro. In all the years, one thing I observed was that when youre involved, nothing is impossible.

Thanks, you can take one of my cars.

Leo had an exasperated expression on his face. How many times will I tell you that no need for thanks? I mean it, bro.

Clark only smiled back in return, allowing his friend to go back home with his wife. As soon as Leo drove outside the mansions walls, he finally turned back to go inside.

This was when Rose came to his side. Boss, you have a visitor.

A visitor? Who?

He said his name is Corporal Dame Dickson, he said hes a close friend of yours. Rose looked at his boss curiously. Ive never heard you mention him before.

Clark did not pay attention to her; his face had an expression of excitement as soon as he heard the name that was called. The turtle dickshit is back!

What? Rose and Emily were shocked. Whos dickshit?

Never mind.

Ignoring the strange gazes that they directed at him, he picked up the pace and sprinted in the direction of his building, opening the door and diving straight into the sitting room.

There he saw the fellow with the big muscles. There you are, dick

Clark, not this again! Dickson had a helpless expression on his face as he secretly gestured at the workers in the sitting room, and back at Clark to lower his voice.

Clark did not mind his gestures. Youre ashamed of me now? After all that we went through?

No, but

No buts, welcome dickshit.

Ok, Pendragonshit.

Standing up, he hauled himself at Clark and they finally hugged like the buddies that they were. In their circle, f*ck formalities, making each other embarrassed was the sign of their love for each other.

Standing at the door, Emily and Rose opened their mouth agape in shock. Did I just hear Pendragonshit?

After spending a few minutes to have a proper reunion that was filled with peculiar words and exchanges, Clark and Dickson finally separated from each other, still panting like exhausted lions.

Throughout the exchange, Rose and Emily stood still at the door, their mouths wide open in a geometrical circle shape.

Finally noticing them, Dickson turned to face Clark. Are these your chicks?

That, left Clark sincerely speechless. He had to cough, choke on his saliva, and even release some gas before his internal regulation finally stabilized.

Hurrying to clarify the situation, he stole subtle glances at the 2 females whose faces already took on a poker tone after that remark.

The look on their faces only made him want to strangle Dickson more. He did not expect someone with a fiance already to be so vulgar. What a shameless and vulgar bastard, Ill tell Anna on his behalf.

As if sensing his thought, Dickson hurriedly apologized. Im sorry, you know, it was a slip of the tongue. I think Im drunk.

All eyes in the sitting room turned to the table, even the workers reacted, only to see bottled water on the table. Yeah, youre drunk.

Dickson choked. Cough, that, why is the house so hot all of a sudden?

Ignoring the weird man, Rose and Emily finally walked forward to sit down on one of the luxurious chairs. Clark keenly noticed that they both tried to act dignified now, he felt a headache coming.

Then came the introduction part, Clark coughed awkwardly. Emily, dont you recognize Dickson?

I didnt at first but after you came back, I finally put the puzzles together. I recognize him, hes the one that we trashed back in the Mediterranean Sea, right?

Umm, thats correct. Clark smiled awkwardly.

Dickson was shocked, he sat straighter and took a second look at this lady, trying to match her picture with all the ladies that he had seen before. She seemed familiar but the image was blurry.

Emily crossed her legs. Whats the name of their team Captain then who died to you? Yes, I remember, his ring name was World Dominator if my memory doesnt fail me.

And this sidekick, I think hell be the Great Defender.

Now, Dickson was the one whose mouth was opened into a big circle shape. His eyes were practically bulging. The Flexible Master?

Yep. Emily answered matter-of-factly.

Dickson felt like kicking himself on the face, how on earth did he forget this face? He apologized again. Im sorry, Im sincerely sorry

No need. Emily waved her hands, a nonchalant expression on her face.

Clark could not stand the stiff atmosphere again, he intervened. After putting in considerable effort, he finally managed to bring the atmosphere in the sitting room back to normal.

Despite Clarks intervention, Dickson still wanted to clarify himself. What I said earlier was influenced by the devil. Im getting married to my fiance in 2 months, so why would I speak such vulgar words?

Youre getting married so fast? Clark questioned sharply.

Hearing Clarks sharp viper-like tone, Dickson flinched a bit. Yes, Im getting married. Is anything wrong?

No.

Before he could speak again, Clark interrupted him. Youre finally here, so I guess thats all the reinforcement that I need to make my plan a reality.

I already explained my plan to you in the message that I sent, let me go into the details to give you a clear picture of what youre getting yourself into. He gestured at his assistant.

Noticing the gesture, Kate stood up, adjusted her short skimpy skirt before bringing out the record book to lay down her bosss plan in its entirety.

As a high-grade soldier whos already engaged in countless military operations, Dickson understood the plan as soon as Kate was done.

He turned to face Clark. Its feasible.

Good, let me introduce you to the others. Clark smiled before pressing a button on his new wristwatch. A few minutes later, a group of soldiers came into the sitting room, at their front stood King.

Almost everyone here knew themselves except Albert who didnt know who Dickson was, but Clark did not deem it necessary to engage in another introduction session just because of his mischievous student.

He turned to face them after they sat down. You guys promised me, now its time to fulfill your promise. I already have all the reinforcement that I want, so now its time to proceed.

Time is running fast, why have to move at the same pace with it to catch up. You guys have been preparing for this for the past few days, now I think that is enough.

I want all of you to go to the Dragon military division headquarters, my commissioners are already there. We only have 2 weeks till the D-day, so we have to top up our preparation speed.

When you get there, professionals will tell you your roles in the battle after youve provided them with input about your abilities.

Please, are we on the same page here?

Yes.

Clark was relieved on hearing that. He told them a few other essential things that they needed, after making sure that they understood him he finally let them go.

For his plan, Captain Josh, King, and Captain Briggs were his trump card. He was sure that the terrorists would not expect it, he wanted to shock the hell out of their overconfident asses.

With all the powerful allies that agreed to help him in his plan, he was confident that he could eradicate all traces of the Persian tigers organization from Vatican City.

After everyone left, he suddenly felt the house become lonely despite his workers that were still diligently working on the mansion. Even Kate did not stay with him, she had a lot to do in the upcoming attack.

Everyone already left to fulfill the plan that he drafted out, as the drafter, he could not remain idle.

Picking himself up, he went to his room, changed to his training clothes in a few minutes before making his way to his special training room.

As soon as the reinforced door of the training chamber was shut close, his grip on his spear became tighter. With a grin forming on his face, the air suddenly boomed and his spear flew outwards.

He was back to the never-ending grind of training.