"Tell me, what's going on?" Hermann rubbed his tired eyes and walked slowly out of the lounge wearing a coat.
He raised his head and glanced at the time. It wasn't even an hour before he went to rest, and trouble came one after another.
He has already issued an order prohibiting the arrest of any workers demonstrating in order to reduce the workload of the inspection team and calm the anger of the workers.
But now, another group of people appeared in front of him.
"Report!" The guard bowed to Hermann, their immediate boss, "These people are suspected of collaborating in rebellion, and they are likely to be accomplices of the previous 'Illuminati'!"
"Rebellion?" After hearing this, Hermann suddenly became energetic. He swept away his previous gloomy posture, sat upright and looked at the helpless people in front of him.
Red coat, eagle head armband...
With several years of work experience, Hermann knew with all his ass that he was a special envoy of the Holy See.
But at this point in time...
He suddenly remembered the letter.
The letter signed v.
If you want to build such a country...
A look of fanaticism flashed in Gehrman's eyes, and then disappeared.
Seeing that there was no movement here for a long time, and they were busy trying to catch Jian Yi, Hai Wuya scratched his head and said speechlessly: "Sir, we are from the Holy See..."
"Shut up!"
Hermann coughed twice, put on a majestic posture, put his hands behind his back, and said in an official tone: "Do you know what you have committed?!"
?
???
Maybe the good commander will be more sensible?!
"No, we..." Hai Wuya defended, "We are His Majesty the Pope——"
"Pope? Do you dare to pretend to be the Pope's envoy?" Gehrman didn't care about the astonished looks of several people and the gloomy face of Hai Wuya. He waved his hand: "Someone, lock them up."
Go into the solitary room and reflect!”
"Your Excellency, we are not joking, please take it seriously!" the guard in red behind Hai Wuya said loudly, "If you do something bad, we will report it to the Holy See, revoke you from your position, and seize your personal property during your tenure.
Conduct a search!"
search?
Report?
Hermann knew very well that that would happen many days later. At least now, he had the final say here, and at least now, he could still do his part for this insignificant spark.
Even if the ending is bruised and bruised.
At least for now, the outcome is not determined yet. He chooses to believe that the "v" he has never met can lead them to the final victory.
The East District has never been what they call the lower class, it wasn't before, it isn't now, and it never will be in the future.
Holy See?
It doesn't matter anymore.
Ahead is a brand new world, a dream world. No one can refuse the temptation of so-called equality, even if it is indeed difficult to achieve, or even illusory.
But for Hermann, it was worth the risk, even if it cost his life.
A life lighter than a feather may realize its value at that moment, even if it disappears into thin air.
"Catch them!" Hermann's tone was unquestionable, "Immediately, now!"
The guards beside him moved. They would never question any of Hermann's judgments. No matter how the people in front of them explained it, they were outsiders after all, and they were the only ones who needed to carry out Hermann's orders.
"**, it's you again..."
After this series of events, Hai Wuya has somewhat understood who is in charge of the overall situation behind all this...
He had a premonition that the simple purpose seemed to be more than just killing himself, because it did not require him to spend a lot of time disappearing like a ghost throughout Faunas.
Although Hai Wuya didn't know what this guy was up to, he knew that Jian Yi was playing a big game of chess, even surpassing that between the two of them.
"Well-deserved." Hai Wuya put his hand on the handle of the knife and stared coldly at Gehrman in front of him, "So you are sure not to let him go? Let me remind you first, this is not a good choice.
"
Gehrman looked at Hai Wuya's movements coldly, and then put his hand on the sword at his waist: "I swear in the name of the gods, I am very sure of what I am doing. If I resist, I will kill him without mercy."
"Then there is no room for discussion..." Hai Wuya moved, "Watch the move!"
In the trash can nearby, a torn letter was lying quietly inside. In the faint light of the fire, a few vague words could be vaguely seen:
The East Gate... is wide open... the East Area... God's Qi Ri... a surprise...
and an obscure letter:
v.
There seemed to be a slight movement in the dry air.
It's thunder.
…
West District, train station.
"Hey, this is indeed the so-called prosperous place," Jian Yan snapped his fingers and slowly walked out of the VIP carriage, holding a glass of watermelon juice in his hand, looking like he was on vacation in the West District.
Alex on the side did not dare to be so ostentatious, but silently followed Jian Yi, looking for the right opportunity.
He knew very well that the strength of the secret guard in front of him was beyond his ability to compete with, and only by finding the right opportunity could he escape from his grasp.
Jian Jian glanced at him, but didn't look much more.
He glanced at the still dark sky and continued walking forward in silence.
There are not many people in the waiting hall, because most of the citizens in the West District are wealthy elderly people or young and promising entrepreneurs. They operate the capital market behind the scenes and rarely visit construction sites in person. In other words, factory owners
It's just their puppet, a ridiculous toy that replaces them dancing on the stage.
Apart from the Holy See, they have the most powerful power.
Here, the flashing streetlights demonstrate their financial strength and core status, a treatment that even the Central District, where the Holy See headquarters is located, has never had.
This so-called "gift from God" seems so natural in the West District that Jian Jian feels as if he has returned to reality.
This so-called resistance organization was actually born in the West District... which is quite consistent with objective laws.
Jian Yi smiled silently and continued walking forward.
The Holy See will not sit idly by and ignore the riots in the East District. They will definitely use some method to quell the strike.
In a **** country like Fanas, this method is most likely to be "godly".
Suppress the workers' rebellion through the mouth of the gods.
Maybe their stupid method could have succeeded, but now Fanas has the x factor of simplicity - the biggest variable in the entire script.
"I'm not the one who can turn things around. I just advanced the process a little bit..." Jian Yi smiled, touched his chin, and continued walking forward, "Eat and drink enough, let's start making trouble!"
