Chapter 939: Exposed (please vote for the big chapter)
In the spacious and bright office, Covey, who had white hair and beard, stared at the old man who had stopped speaking.
The live broadcast was paused at the last moment, when the old man looked away from the screen and shouted loudly.
On that weathered cheek, there was no fear or hesitation, only calmness and determination in the face of the terrifying and brutal enemy.
Everyone in the entire office fell into silence at this moment, as quiet as the silent city outside the window.
From Saint-Elayne to Ninwis, from the mayor's palace to the low-rise area, a strange and dim silence enveloped this ancient city at this moment.
The tens of thousands of people seemed to be silent at this moment. They stood in front of the huge billboard and huddled in front of the old bracelets. They watched the last moments of the old man in the picture and watched the words that seemed to be able to infect people's souls.
Calmness and determination.
The towering factory buildings are still vibrating tirelessly, making roaring sounds, like the never-ending heartbeat in this silent city, beating the soul of every humble person.
"General,"
The middle-aged officer standing behind Covey glanced at the bracelet, lowered his head, and said quickly,
"I just received news that the mercenary group of Ivis Space System has accelerated its approach. Our sensing equipment has captured the information of long-distance encrypted radio communication. It may be that someone is communicating with the mercenary group outside the south gate."
His voice was like a spike that awakened a dream, waking up the people around him who were still immersed in the speech just now. They were either confused or shocked, and they had not fully reacted for a while.
At this time, the middle-aged officer who was close to Covey had already raised his head and glanced at the huge screen in front of him, and continued in a low voice, "There is a radio barrier on the high wall. Except for our unlimited power, no one can send out. Calculate the time, that connection
The people from the mercenary group may have left the city, and they left the city through the south gate immediately after the speech."
Covey withdrew his gaze from the screen in front of him and looked down at the mechanical troops in the holographic projection in front of him that had accelerated their march.
"General,"
At this time, the middle-aged officer looked at the silent Covey, looked at the old and depressed face, and asked tentatively in a low voice, "They are about to enter our defense area. We need to follow the usual practice and only let the secret sentry continue to observe this
What’s the situation with the mercenary group?”
"No,"
Covey shook his head, raised his head, straightened his body naturally, and tightened the entire suit.
At this moment, the fatigue, age, and depth on his body all faded away like shaken dust. He seemed to be no longer an old commander, but a heroic young soldier standing on the battlefield.
He placed his hand on the holographic projection in front of him, and his old voice was steady and calm, "Send a letter directly to ask them, ask them what they want to do, and warn them that they are about to enter the defense area of Yilan City. The Yilan City Defense Force
We have the right to counterattack in self-defense against any enemy with evil intentions."
The middle-aged officer was stunned for a moment, then stood up straight and said loudly, "Yes!"
"Tell the boys on the wall,"
Covey turned sideways, walked to the window, opened the window, and the drifting wind and rain blew in from the window and blew over his cheeks.
He raised his head and looked at the gray city outside and the endless high wall behind the city. "Let them cheer up and implement the first-level combat readiness plan. We old bones have to move from time to time."
All the officers standing behind Covey, including the middle-aged officers, were almost stunned when they heard this sentence. Then they stood up straight without hesitation and put their hands across their chests.
, responded loudly, "Yes!"
Then they quickly backed up and walked towards the office door in an orderly manner.
Listening to the neat footsteps disappearing behind him, Covey slowly turned around, facing away from the wind blowing in from the window.
He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, took out a match, and lit the flame.
As the flame on the match ignited bright sparks on the cigarette, he looked through the rising smoke, stared at the figure on the screen in front of him, and took a gentle puff.
Then he lowered his head, glanced at the burning match in his hand, and looked back out the window.
He flicked his finger, and the light match, with its faint flickering light, passed through the swaying rain curtain and fell towards the silent, gray city.
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Outside the Mayor's Palace
The rising flame ignited the white cigarette. A thin man with a beard stood in the rain, holding the cigarette butt in his mouth, slightly hunched over, looking sharply through the silent crowd, looking at the huge extinguished speech screen in front of him.
"Are there any new instructions from above?"
The burly bald man on the side took back his hand, lit the cigarette in his mouth, glanced at the surrounding crowd of marchers who had fallen into complete silence, and slowly said, "I didn't expect that these executioners under our command still have a little bit of humanity left.
"
What fell into silence was not only the surrounding crowd of spectators, nor the "part-time workers" surrounded by the parade, but also the peripheral people who surrounded the parade and held the parade hostage.
"After all, who lives in this city without a family member working in a mine or factory,"
The thin man lowered his head and took out the cigarette from his mouth, "We know better than anyone else how greedy and bloodthirsty those damn mines and factories are. Who hasn't longed for it before falling into a gang and becoming an executioner who annihilates humanity?
A happy life under the sun? You never thought about it at the beginning?"
"Who the hell hasn't thought about that?"
The bald man took a puff of cigarette and looked at the Mayor's Mansion behind the sea of jasmine flowers. "I now understand why the higher-ups are trying every possible means to kill our mayor. To be honest, after listening to his speech, I
There was even a moment when I wanted to follow him and charge against this son of a bitch."
"I'm afraid the purpose of this speech is not only to arouse people's emotions and unite people."
The thin man whispered.
"Is there anything else?"
The bald man looked back at the thin man and said, "You guys have a lot of convoluted brains."
"I don't know either. What their big guys think is really convoluted. I just have a vague feeling."
The thin man took a puff of cigarette and said, "The world seems to be changing."
He took off his cigarette butt and flicked the ashes in the rain,
"Let's go. I just received the new instructions from above. The plan is ahead of schedule. We have to make some noise. We can't let our mayor's speech end so smoothly.
"After all, we are the lackeys of a consortium that has annihilated humanity. If we really want to fight, the families of those people we have killed will rush over. We don't even have enough meat for them to eat. Those bastards under us also know their identities very well."
He held up the burning cigarette and moved forward slowly, pushing aside the people around him and walking towards the quiet marching crowd. "Our mayor is a good mayor. It would be better if he died."
"What a pity."
The bald man also followed behind him.
"Everyone,"
A thin man stood in the rain, holding up the burning cigarette butt in his hand, and walked towards the surrounded marching crowd.
The ferocious outside parade members immediately moved out of the way obediently, allowing him to walk deeper into the crowded parade.
He looked at the crowds in the parade and chuckled in a low voice that could only be heard by those around him, "I believe everyone is here because they are dissatisfied with the policies created by Mayor Lin En and are here to earn some hard money.
I have a job here now, which is a bit risky, but the reward is very generous if you do it."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a very low voice sounded in the crowd, "We are not dissatisfied with Mr. Lin En. You lied. We were completely deceived."
The thin man looked up, looked through the crowd, and looked at a thin young man.
Then he turned back with a smile and looked at the crowd, "Everyone has their own ideas, which is a good thing."
As he turned back, a fierce-looking man squeezed into the crowd and looked at the thin young man. Before the young man could speak, he reached out and covered the young man's mouth, and then took out a slender needle.
It pierced the boy's arm.
The boy's struggling body instantly collapsed backwards.
For a moment, the crowd was a little commotion.
"don’t worry,"
The thin man smiled and said, "It's just a little sedative. I just let him sleep quietly for a while. Everyone is here to make money and be friendly to make money. Don't think about shouting for help. Let's not talk about whether people outside will do it."
I believe you,”
His tone was slightly lower, "Everyone, obviously, it is me and our friends who are closer to you."
The limp young man was held hostage by the vicious man and his eyes were closed, but the rising and falling chest of the young man could be vaguely seen, indicating that he was indeed still alive.
It can inject sedatives and poison.
Seeing the thin man's dangerous smile, the words of those in the crowd who had slightly opened their mouths were stuck in their throats. Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at the man.
No one knows whether he will actually commit murder.
"alright,"
The thin man smiled and said, "Let's talk about the commission just now? This matter is actually very simple. You only need to rush outside a few steps."
What responded to him was dim silence. No one dared to raise their head to oppose him, but no one dared to raise their head to do things for him.
"Why don't we find one of our own."
The bald man who had already walked behind the thin man said in a low voice.
"For the effect to be effective, the person who did it must be clean and his or her identity must not be found to be problematic."
The thin man held a cigarette in his mouth and responded in a low voice, "The cleaner the identity, the more 'representative' the 'Ilan citizens' are."
As he spoke, he glanced at the still quiet crowd around him, opened his mouth slightly, and prepared to say something again.
But at this moment, a clear female voice sounded from the crowd, "How much can you give me?"
The thin man raised his head and saw a petite, cute woman with short brown-blonde hair taken out from the crowd.
"Little girl, what's your name? Why don't you ask?"
The thin man lowered his head and asked.
"Lilit,"
Liz raised her head and looked at the thin man with her neck stiffened, "I'm asking how much you can give me."
"It doesn't sound like a real name. How many do you want?"
The thin man squinted his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him.
"five hundred!"
Liz looked at the slender man, "No, eight hundred! I know your business won't be too safe, and I want to match the price of the risk."
The thin man looked down at Liz. After a brief thought, he bit his cigarette butt and said in a cold tone, "Okay."
"Give me back my bracelet. I want you to transfer it to me immediately, including my salary for today. I want to see the money."
Liz looked at the thin man, suppressed his trembling body, and said coldly.
This time, the thin man did not answer immediately. He lowered his head and looked carefully at the thin and petite woman with a stiff neck in front of him, as if he wanted to know what the woman in front of him was thinking.
Finally, he seemed to have finally determined on that trembling body that this was just a greedy, impulsive but timid person. He withdrew his gaze, glanced at the person next to him, and said, "Give her her bracelet back."
An old black bracelet was thrown out of the rain curtain and towards the petite woman.
Perhaps because she was too fast, the petite woman failed to catch the bracelet at once. She pounced twice before pressing the bracelet on her thigh, and then quickly put it on.
"Little girl, not many people can take money out of my hand."
The thin man lowered his eyes, raised his bracelet, and transferred money to the woman in front of him, "I hope you won't disappoint me."
"I'll try to give you some surprises."
Liz looked at the thin man in front of her, took a deep breath, and said quickly.
"I hope you can perform well enough, what you have to do is very simple,"
The thin man raised his head and looked at the mayor's guards not far away. He lowered his voice and said, "My people will cover you later to attack the mayor's guards."
He took a flag with the words 'Lynn Step Down' on it from a person next to him and handed it to Liz, "And you just take the opportunity to rush out with this flag, rush to the big screen, and wave the flag."
,"
He looked at Liz's slightly darkened cheeks, and his tone became colder, "Do you understand? If you still don't understand, I can say it again, but it will be the last time."
Liz looked at him and said quickly, "Two hundred more."
The thin man's expression froze.
"Keep it now."
Liz immediately added.
"My people will start soon, and they will follow you at that time. I hope you can finish well."
The thin man stared at the petite woman in front of him with cold eyes. He raised his bracelet and transferred another two hundred federal coins. He stretched out his hand and took out a miniature microphone and handed it to Liz, "There are our hidden speakers around, this one
The microphone can be connected to a speaker, and if there is a problem with the flag later, you can use this microphone to shout the words on the flag."
The news that the money in the bracelet had been received seemed to cover up her nervousness and fear. Liz took a deep breath, took the flag, and followed the thin man to the front of the line.
Members of the mayor's guard in uniform were standing in front of the sea of jasmine, using isolation tape to block the crowd outside.
The white jasmine flowers dancing in the rain were so close that they could brush through her hair.
Looking at the wide and huge screen in front of me, the picture on the screen is lighting up again at this moment, pausing at the beginning of the speech, as if preparing to replay the speech.
"very good,"
When the thin man saw that scene, a smile appeared on his lips and he shouted, "That's it now."
“Lynn, step down!”
Violent roars instantly rang out from the crowd, and then, the 'parade' in front of them rushed forward, breaking through the defense line of the mayor's guards and rushing into the sea of jasmine flowers.
Liz felt someone push her hard from behind, and her figure quickly flew forward, crossing a whole sea of flowers, and rolled down into a jasmine bush not far from the screen.
The sharp thorns scratched her arm in an instant, and her cheeks drew bright red blood stains.
But she didn't have time to pay attention to this. She looked at the screen in front of her, quickly crossed the sea of flowers, and rushed over.
People from the mayor's guard around her immediately rushed over, preparing to stop her. At the same time, other burly men rushed out and stopped the people from the mayor's guard.
In the violent wind and rain, figures one after another were fighting around her.
Liz rolled and crawled through the sea of white jasmine flowers, and with the blood soaked in the rain, she rushed to the huge screen little by little.
She lay on the ground, put her hands on the path in front of the screen, raised her head, and looked at the kind old man with gray hair on the screen.
At this moment, the old man's eyes were looking towards the lower part of the camera. His eyes that traveled through time seemed to be watching her at this moment.
She took a deep breath, climbed up the walkway in front of the screen, turned around, and looked outside.
The strong light of the huge screen shone around her, dispersing all the darkness around her. She turned her back to this strong light and looked at the densely packed people under the gray sky.
Cameras were raised from the crowd, and they were reporters mixed in the crowd.
Being with Yi Ni for a long time has given her some news acumen.
Standing in this bright light, standing in front of the huge picture of the old man, the woman took a deep breath and clipped the miniature microphone in her hand to her collar.
She said that she smashed the "Lynn out" flag in her hand directly to the ground, raised her hands high, and shouted loudly,
"They are all liars!!! Consortium liars!!!"
A huge sound burst out from the surrounding hidden speakers, echoing in everyone's ears.
The smile of the thin man standing in the crowd froze on his face.
But after a brief shock, he immediately pressed the communicator on his ear and shouted, "Do it!"
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