Chapter 256: The End of Azrael and True Great Power Diplomacy
"That guy with blond hair is Azrael!"

"Chase him, the bastard in the hat is Azrael!"

"The one who took off his blue suit jacket is Azrael!"

"You bastards, stop blocking me from grabbing 100 million East Asian coins!"

"Asshole, it's obviously my 100 million East Asian dollars!"

The noise that came one after another almost boiled over the entire territory of the Atlantic Federation.

The reason that was able to mobilize two-thirds of the Atlantic Federation people to take action is quite simple and straightforward.

That is, the East Asian Federation government directly issued a bounty to the former Blue Cosmos leader Azrael.

The reward amount is not high, just 20,000 East Asian coins. After all, this is how the officials sometimes do things.

Or maybe in the eyes of the East Asian Federation officials, Azrael is only worth 20,000 East Asian coins.

Their real interest lies elsewhere.

But this does not in any way dampen the enthusiasm of the East Asian people.

These people worked together to push the bounty on Azrael to an unprecedented height.

What’s even more strange is that among the 100 million East Asian Federation coins in reward, there are also donations from people who do not want to reveal their identities.

What, you said Azrael's status is so noble.

How could he have fallen to the point where someone wanted a bounty on his head and become such a hot commodity in the eyes of the entire Atlantic Federation?

Haven't you heard that a phoenix without its feathers is worse than a chicken?
The Atlantic Federation has broken its promise and is in defiance of the world.

He actually stabbed the East Asian Army when the East Asian Army was about to win!
What if the East Asian Federation has no reaction to this!

Do you think that today's era is still the same as when the Atlantic Federation slaps East Asia in the face with a piece of paper and doesn't care even when mistakes are made?

Then will the time come when the East Asian representatives can only go home and loudly curse three times for being a coward?

"How's the situation outside?"

A dilapidated and secluded place somewhere in the Atlantic Federation.

Azrael, who used to be so glorious in front of others that he dared to openly point at the noses of his own senior military officers and scold them.

He asked his subordinate who had just returned from outside to check the situation.

It can be seen with the naked eye that this guy, who once stood above millions of people, is now filled with decadence and irritability.

The decline is due to the loss of status, just like the Atlantic Federation today.

The reason for his irritability is that he was stabbed in the back, just like East Asia was stabbed in the back by the Atlantic Federation.

"Mr. Chairman, the news outside is very bad."

Fortunately, there are still some nails in a broken ship. Azrael has been active in the business and political circles for so many years, and theoretically he should have a few die-hard fans.

It was also thanks to the fighting of those diehard members that he was able to escape the pursuit of countless Atlantic Federation people who were transformed into bounty hunters.

The price is the lives of the diehards. In Azrael's eyes, nothing is more important than himself.

However, the follower in front of him seemed to be not very courageous.

Even in a relatively safe room, he couldn't help but lower his voice when speaking.

It's like being a thief.

"Who is the current leader of Blue Cosmos?"

Azrael perked up a bit and asked about the thing he cared about the most first.

"It's Vice Chairman Jibril."

Faced with this question, the follower answered quickly.

After all, this issue was one of the key pieces of information he had gone out to find out.

"I knew it!"

With his hands clenched tightly, Azrael's eyes seemed to be spitting fire when he heard the answer which was exactly what he expected.

"These bastards are just the offspring of Biaozi!"

Azrael kept walking back and forth in the room, cursing very foully.

He resents! He hates!

There are many shameless people in this world, but there are still some like Jibril who used to be brothers.

He looks just like the guy who chopped off a chicken's head and burned yellow paper to become sworn brothers.

Those shameless people seem to have much more moral standards.

"It's all their fault! It's all their fault!"

Like a beast trapped in a cage, Azrael kept repeating these words.

"So, Chairman Azrael, what did they do?"

Suddenly, just as Azrael was muttering and cursing the bastard he was talking about.

A voice that was very familiar to him suddenly rang out in the room!
"It's you!"

Turning around suddenly, Azrael looked at the man in front of him with great surprise.

And the heavily armed soldiers behind him.

"Jibril! Why are you here?!"

"Could it be! It's you! It's you! You actually betrayed me!"

After thinking about it for a while, Azrael thought of the only possibility.

That means even your own confidants have betrayed you!

Is it for the 100 million East Asian dollars?
Or did the bastard in front of him promise some conditions to his men?
His eyes flickered, and Azrael's men in the room were reluctant to look at him.

"you!"

Pointing at his subordinates, Azrael was so angry that he couldn't speak. It seemed that the situation was hopeless.

Azrael, who has been hiding from place to place ever since the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs of the East Asian Federation came to the Atlantic Federation, is tired.

My heart is tired and my body is tired.

So he straightened his clothes and tried his best to show the aura of the former spokesperson for the military-industrial complex and the leader of the Blue Cosmos.

Walking in front of the smiling Jibril, Azrael seemed to have returned to the past.

"Leave me to the East Asian Federation." He said so lightly.

"How is that possible, my dear Mr. Chairman Azrael."

"How could our Atlantic Federation do such a thing and hand you over to the East Asian Federation?"

Extending a finger and shaking it, Jibril's expression was indescribably subtle.

"Ok?"

Obviously, just listening to Gibril's words can give people a sense of hope, just like the heyday of the Atlantic Federation.

If it does something wrong, the rest of the world can't do anything about it, but considering Jibril's expression.

Azrael is also a thousand-year-old fox, so how could he not know what his former colleagues were planning?

"Hehehe."

Azrael laughed miserably. At this point, he knew that he had no chance of survival.

"My only enemy from the beginning has always been the Adjuster, right?"

"correct."

"Attacking the East Asian Federation Army was a decision you all made together, right?"

"correct."

"I strongly opposed it at the meeting. Even if we want to deal with the East Asian Army, we have to wait until the war with the Adjusters is over, right?"

"Yes?"

After asking three questions in a row, Jibril in front of Azrael said calmly that all the mistakes seemed to have nothing to do with Azrael.

But the one who will bear the final responsibility is you, Azrael!
"bring it on."

With his hands open, Azrael behaved in an unusually relaxed manner, as if he was ready to sacrifice himself.

There was a flash in his eyes, and as he stared at Azrael in front of him, Jibril instinctively felt that something was wrong.

The madness of people who are at the end of their lives is not just one or two that he has seen in his life.

It stands to reason that a guy like Azrael, who once stood at the top, would fall to the bottom of the valley after being stabbed in the back.

Will he give in so easily?
Doesn't he want revenge?

But Jibril looked around and took in the situation around him, and there was nothing wrong with anything.

"Is there nothing around?"

Jibril, who was still worried, faced Azrael's mocking eyes. He turned his head and asked the soldiers behind him.

"No."

A soldier answered while fiddling with the instrument in his hand.

"I see. Send him on his way."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Jibril waved his hand.

Then a soldier walked forward, grabbed Azrael's hand forcefully and made a suicide gesture.

"Ping."

After a gunshot, Azrael fell in a pool of blood with a pair of unwilling eyes.

The Azrael of this world did not die on a battlefield in the universe; he died at the hands of his treacherous companions.

Compared to the way he died in the original timeline, perhaps this way of dying is more suitable for him.

"Azrael is dead."

After leaving the house and going outside, Jibril took out his mobile phone and spoke to the person on the other end of the line.

"Bring the body back and hand it over to the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs of the East Asian Federation."

The person on the other end of the phone said so.

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, Jibril looked back at the body of Azrael who was being carried out by the soldiers.

His thoughts were racing, but no matter what he was thinking.

What needs to be done must be done. In fact, for these people, Azrael is not the most important and difficult person to deal with.
"So, you brought a dead body here, and you want to say that all the problems were caused by him?"

In the famous snow house in the Atlantic Federation capital, there was not a trace of the grace of a great power on the part of the East Asian Federation's Deputy Foreign Minister.

In the oval office of the Atlantic Federation president, the deputy foreign affairs minister for East Asia almost put his legs on the president's desk.

However, even if the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs of East Asia did not put his legs on the table, his shaking legs were enough to attract people's attention.

Coupled with his dog-training tone and rhetoric, in the eyes of many senior Atlantic Federation staff in the Oval Office.

A look full of knife-like eyes!

"Yes Yes."

With a smile on his face, the reason why the President of the Atlantic Federation is the President is evident from his magnanimity.

The followers around him wanted to eat the Deputy Foreign Minister of the East Asian Federation, but the person in question was the boss of one of the world's leading superpowers.

He just happens to be able to put on a smiling face.

"About the incident when your fleet was about to succeed in attacking Fort Boyatz, but was suddenly attacked by our Atlantic Federation Army."

"Just as we informed your country the first time, it was all because of the willful behavior of this Adjuster spy named Azrael!"

"It was he who instigated the defection of our fleet, which led to the misunderstanding between you and me."

"Ha-tut!"

Before the President of the Atlantic Federation could finish his words, the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs of East Asia's Adam's apple moved, and then he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm directly towards the President opposite him.

"Do you think I believe it?"

Facing the angry gazes of the Atlantic Federation staff who couldn't help themselves and were about to rush over.

The Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs of East Asia calmly looked at the President of the Atlantic Federation who was performing an act of refusing to spit in his face in front of him.

"Hahaha."

After laughing loudly to stop his staff, the President of the Atlantic Federation elegantly took out a handkerchief and wiped his face.

The entire process selectively ignored the rudeness of the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs of East Asia.

(End of this chapter)