"No, we can." The Guards officer said: "Each of you is guilty and guilty of different crimes. I can decide who is right and who should sleep..."
If Chris were here, he would definitely feel that the other person is also a time-travelling person. Moreover, this officer is probably a time-traveling protagonist, the kind who can write songs in star novels...
"..." Everyone present was speechless at what the Guards officer said. They wanted to run away, they wanted to resist, they wanted to beg, but they found that all of this seemed to be of no avail.
"If I die! There will be countless newspapers condemning you tomorrow! Everyone knows that it was the emperor who did it!" The old man living here wants to seize the last glimmer of hope.
"But they have no evidence." The officer didn't seem to be in a hurry to order the killing, and explained to the other party with interest.
Outside the door, the corpses of the bodyguards whose throats had been cut were lying in a mess on the carpets with long value chains. The blood had stained the expensive decorative carpets red, and the warm blood soaked the carpets and slowly flowed along.
The marble floor spreads and finally seeps into the gaps in the stone.
Next to these corpses, some Guards soldiers with weapons stood there, motionless as if they were statues.
After training, the special operations troops of the Guards can even stop magicians. When deployed to deal with the bodyguards of these nobles, they are simply overqualified.
In just a few dozen seconds, the entire villa's security force was wiped out. In the end, there wasn't even a single guard to issue a warning.
"You can't escape unscathed if you kill so many famous people in one breath! His Majesty the Emperor must also care about public opinion! When the time comes, he will push you out and use you as a scapegoat!" the fat rich man threatened.
"Really? That's great. It's my honor to die for Your Majesty." The scar on his face became ferocious because of his smile. The officer smiled and touched his face with his leather-gloved hand.
He opened his mouth and said: "I live to die for your majesty..."
Sometimes, it’s really not interesting for you to chat with such people. The fat rich man feels that it’s very boring now, it’s really boring...
The middle-aged smoking man next to him put out the cigarette butt in his hand and warned: "I have many friends. When the time comes, they will demand a thorough investigation, and His Majesty the Emperor will be involved in this murder! His credibility..."
"Okay! That's enough! I don't have time to waste with you. It's exactly what His Majesty said. Looking around, there's not a decent one." Officer Scar waved his hand and put away his smile, looking very embarrassed.
Looks patient.
He waved lightly, and a group of people were escorted into the room by the Guards soldiers. These people had their heads lowered, but from their clothes, it could be seen that they were all very wealthy people.
"Bob! Why are you here?" The old rich man who lived here saw his son in the queue. His face was shocked, and then he suddenly looked at the officer of the Guards: "What are you going to do?"
In his view, taking his son here was nothing more than an attempt to eradicate the problem. This ruthless act of killing a whole family was really an outrageous and evil practice.
Even if he is the emperor of Elanthir, if he is known to do this, he will be resisted and criticized by many nobles. By then, Chris will really lose the support and loyalty of many nobles.
"Eco! Why are you here too?" The fat rich man saw his younger brother and looked confused as to what he wanted to do.
At this time, the Guards officer with a scar on his face interrupted their questions and said, "Okay! There's no need to reminisce about old times, right? You know what you should do, right? Just do it if you know it."
"What are you going to do?" The old man frowned, and then looked at his son. Then he saw that his son, who had always been filial to him, was holding up a small and exquisite pistol.
What made him despair was that the black muzzle of the pistol was aimed at no one else but him as the family decision-maker...
"What are you doing? How dare you point a gun at me?" The old man was furious. The veins on the back of his hand holding the cane were prominent, and he asked fiercely: "You beast! How dare you kill your own father!"
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry! I'm doing this for this family...and, father, if I don't kill you, how can His Majesty the Emperor support me in controlling our family's industry?" The middle-aged man was holding a pistol, with a look of longing on his face.
.
He shook the muzzle of the gun, made a gesture, and then continued: "Please die! Father! Only if you die can I become the head of the family, and the money can go into my pocket..."
The next second, gunshots suddenly rang out. This already crazy middle-aged man shot his father to death with a smile on his face.
The old man, who was already lying on the ground and was blinded by money, witnessed with his own eyes that for those countless gold coins, his biological son betrayed him and shot him to death without hesitation.
"Brother... you..." The fat man looked at the old man lying on the ground, and it took him a long time to look away from the body: "Are you here to kill me too?"
"Brother... I have advised you a long time ago... You should not go against His Majesty. This is wrong." The younger brother, who was also fat, also pointed his pistol at his elder brother: "You are too crazy, I did this,
It’s to preserve our family!”
"You lunatic! You have no idea what you are doing! You betrayed the family, you..." The fat rich man kept talking, but gunfire rang out over there.
"!" was heard, and the fat man clutched his stomach and screamed, falling to the carpet. He seemed to want to struggle, but was hit directly in the head by the second shot: "!"
"This is the most normal family fight, and we will not interfere." The officer with the scar on his face, who had been standing in the center of the room, explained with his hands behind his back: "Tomorrow, your family will take your place.
Location, no one will check this kind of thing, because everything is reasonable and legal."
"!" There was another gunshot, and the middle-aged rich man who had been smoking just now fell into a pool of blood. His uncle walked to his body, took off a bloody ring from his corpse's finger, and put it on directly
on his finger.
The young rich man over there turned around and wanted to run away, but was blocked by two Guards soldiers at the door. They pushed the young man back into the house and allowed him to cry in despair.
"I was wrong! I don't want anything! Let me go! I will listen to you from now on! I am obedient! Isn't it okay? I listen to you." Kneeling on his knees, this young rich man showed no trace of his former calmness and dignity.
His pride was gone, and he crawled to the scar-faced officer's side, wanting to hug the other man's thigh and beg for mercy.
"You have to think clearly about what you promised before. One of you and him must stay here today." Looking at the hesitant old noble man, the scar-faced officer reminded him.
The old man finally moved. He pulled out the long sword hidden in his walking stick and pierced the young rich man's chest with the sword. The other man screamed, and the hands holding the scar-faced officer suddenly lost their strength.
Breaking free from the opponent's arms, the Guards officer looked down at the young rich man who was not dead yet, and carefully studied the opponent's face: "What's wrong? You want to betray this country..."
As he sighed, the old man added another sword, piercing the heart of the young rich man. The young rich man twitched twice, and finally lay on the ground motionless.
"Has everything been recorded?" After these people had finished what they were supposed to do, the scar-faced officer looked at the soldier holding a video recorder on one side: "Didn't your people be recorded?"
"No! Sir!" the soldier replied with his chin high. As long as the dubbing is re-dubbed and edited, these scenes are enough to discredit the murderers of brothers and fathers in front of them.
"Gentlemen, you should know who gave you this opportunity..." The scar-faced Guards officer said coldly: "From today on... keep your identities in mind, do you understand?"
"I understand!" The relatives of these wealthy families all knelt down on one knee, lowered their heads and promised: "Long live Ailan Hill! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"
"From the moment you make a decision, you are already His Majesty's dogs! Whatever His Majesty asks you to do, you must do it unconditionally. If His Majesty does not ask you to do anything, you cannot do it even if you die.
..." After the Guards officer emphasized something, he gently ordered: "Clean up this place!"
"Yes, we are His Majesty's dogs!" Those people quickly lowered their heads and agreed, "Let's call people to clean up this place."
"By the way! Do you know what to say about the news?" The scar-faced officer stopped when he reached the door and asked without looking back.
"I know! These people are traitors to the enemy... they are the devil's accomplices!" Several people replied with lowered eyebrows.
The officer with a scar on his face turned his head and looked at the drawn curtains in the room. There was a gap there, and the sunlight shone into the room through the gap. The areas with light were bright and brilliant, while the areas without light were cold and gray.
There is a smell of blood in the air, which is what he likes. His existence has nothing to do with justice, and the power he exercises has nothing to do with right or wrong. Maybe he is the real devil, but he doesn't care. Because he
He dedicated everything he had to this country and to the emperor who deserved his loyalty.
He is the shadow and darkness of the empire. As for the light...that kind of thing is really incompatible with him——
There is one more update, which will be sent tomorrow morning.
