People hurt others in order to hide their weakness -- inscription
Background: In AD 4205, human footprints have traveled across the galaxy. The territorial boundaries of various countries are no longer limited to expanding only on the earth. In January of the same year, the UN General Assembly of the Galaxy was held on the "Eternal" planet to discuss cooperation matters. Due to the perennial hegemony and power politics of great powers, there are many instability in the multi-level structure, and the growth of the terrorist organization "WORLD" in recent years has caused the people of many countries to have distrust of their own governments- - Large-scale riots, demonstrations and demonstrations are not uncommon. Of course, the many contradictions caused by this have led to the resurgence of fascism.
So far, no one can predict where the future of mankind will go. War will inevitably occur, like an arrow poised on the string, burying panic in the depths of the human heart—
“…If it is God who first created mankind, then it is mankind who caused God to sin.
However, humanity will not perish.
While we are carrying the sins of our predecessors, we are also committing new sins, and our sins will be borne by future generations.
The world is constantly moving in this cycle, purified, defiled, then purified again, defiled again...
The so-called justice is just the rhetoric of some human beings from a certain angle.
The so-called evil is only relative to justice.
There is no absolute justice and no absolute evil.
Just because we've made the distinction between right and wrong so obvious in the past, something called fear dominates our minds.
Yes, it's not just the "WORLD" organization that is proving this to us - think about the mistakes of our ancestors, think about the mistakes we made, is it all due to this kind of confusion
What we need to do now is not only to make up for the mistakes of our predecessors, but more importantly, to avoid making the same mistakes again.
It is not others who can change us, but ourselves.
It is not others that can make us sin, but ourselves. "
Rolle, the representative from Canis, ended his speech with thunderous applause. She smiled and shook her long black hair and sat back to her original position.
[Humans are always insignificant in the face of time. However, in a short lifetime, the existence of history is created - what can really change is not the world itself, but the human beings themselves. ] She closed her eyes quite tiredly, and the corners of her slightly raised mouth returned to their original shape in an instant. [My power really can't do anything, but at least, it can give Kanis valuable time to prepare for everything that may happen... I believe that the rest of the Federation will not let us off so easily. ]
"...The representative of Rolle has already said it very clearly, so let me just make some additions," Louis King, who represented Resil at the United Nations General Assembly, began his speech, "but it's okay to correct mistakes, Saying that we should avoid making the same mistakes as our predecessors is just a high-sounding rhetoric. No one does not want perfection, but in fact, the ideal of perfection is just an ideal, an illusion after all... It is precisely because fantasy is the basis on which reality is created, so it seems It's so intoxicating. Yes, in fact, everyone has no dreams, but we must face the reality in front of us!
Open your eyes and see - why is there a terrorist organization called 'WORLD' among human beings who yearn for tranquility and peace? Is this a product of the times, or is it the unease of human beings after their disillusionment with the future? ! I don't think anyone has the right to take another person's life - especially a so-called one-party dictatorship country that claims to be the people's right!
Why have these countries not been harmed by 'WORLD' so far, and why can they stay out of danger when other countries are plagued by terror? ! Just a little thought and it's clear - someone is sheltering them!
Of course, we do not regard them as a source of evil, at least one thing can show that the people in these countries are peace-loving, but some people are supporting terror, and the terror caused by fear can only comfort itself with the blood of human beings . For this reason, our country supports the establishment of an international anti-terrorist picket organization with both hands! "
Another burst of warm applause swept the audience, and only the photographer who was hiding behind the curtain of the rostrum walked down the stage from the side of the rostrum, carrying the camera with a blank face.
"It's so boring, to ask me to do such an idiot thing. If it's a mission..." He murmured softly and pointed the camera at the auditorium.
[Are you here - Leon Yassen? ]
Rolle, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly noticed the photographer on the side of the stage, and the eyes of the two sides exchanged, [Shoot, Leon... I must die under your gun according to the original plan, and the future of Canis is all in it. You have it. So, please, Leon Yasen... ] She smiled slightly, tucked her fingers up the long hair that covered her eyes, and threw it behind her back. At that moment, the flash of the lens turned in Rolle's direction --
The gunshot rang, and the one who fell first was Louis who was sitting next to Rolle - before he could even scream, he fell straight to one side, and after a second, Rolle covered the blood-gushing body. His chest was also on the table.
"Catch that photographer!! He fired the gun!"
Someone shouted in the venue, and the venue suddenly became chaotic. Countless soldiers poured in from various entrances. The teenager smashed the camera at a soldier in front of him, then jumped high and stepped on the top of people's heads. The moment the bullets concentrated on his body, they disappeared in the sky. In the white light of one of the exits.
“… Reporters sent back reports from the scene that one representative of each of Canis and Resil was seriously injured. The photographer who made the attack has fled, but his back was left on the monitor. The relevant departments are doing their best to arrest It is reported that this attack is related to the terrorist organization 'WORLD', but at present the organization has not issued a reputation for being responsible for the incident... ”
This is a basement with huge screens embedded in the surrounding walls, like a combat command place.
"Huh... It's that guy again, he's so arrogant. If he's caught, I don't know how much trouble it will be! Just think about the lack of manpower on our side!" Long Dylan moved away and stopped on the screen Looking at him, he beat the keyboard with his fist, and cursed in a low voice, "If you have a problem with Canis, see how I will deal with you! You bastard."
"Forget it, Long, that guy can't be effective even if you re-educate him. Don't forget that he's not a normal person in the first place." The red-haired boy took a bite of the bread in his hand.
"Che, I never treated him as a normal person!" Long fell back into his chair and snorted coldly while looking at the big screen above his head.
"How long are we going to stay here?" The teenager swallowed the last mouthful of bread lazily, "I'm about to go crazy because I want to eat the dishes made by dragons. If I eat bread and other things, I will die."
"Bingo, then I'll consider this question when you're about to die..." Long replied coldly, and turned into a lion's roar in an instant, "Have you found what I asked you to find for me?!"
The teenager fell from the chair like an electric shock: "Wow... no... not yet..."
"I have time to think about other things and I don't have time to work!!"
"Yes, yes, I'll start!" The crying boy sat in front of the screen obediently and typed on the keyboard, "Why do you want me to break into Canis' national defense secret database, if I were to be discovered, I would be dead. Ah! The 'WORLD' lair will be taken away!"
"It's so noisy, work hard!" A big bag suddenly swelled up on the boy's head.
"Wow--what should I do if I made a fool of me, it hurts to death!"
"You can't be stupid, I know your strengths very well - besides, why beat you if it doesn't hurt?!" Long clasped his hands in front of his chest and said coldly.
"I really don't know how to laugh... You have a prettier face than a girl." The boy covered his injured head and continued typing on the keyboard.
Long turned a deaf ear to the boy's complaints, and looked directly at the silver screen, "It seems that it's quite troublesome to break through their network's defense line. It's a little tight for time... Della... You must wait for us."
"Has broken through the first layer of defense!"
"The line is normal! Continue to sneak into the second floor!"
"Reading data! Import--Dive normally as planned! Second layer breakthrough!"
"Start deciphering the code... Deciphering is complete!"
"Standby - everything is ready! There is an internal signal, do you want to receive it?"
Just when the boy was about to turn his face to him to ask, Long said, "Turn it on."
"But I don't know who sent it, in case..."
"I said connect! Do you want to repeat it?" Long interrupted. "It's Della, it can't be wrong."
"Yes..." He pressed the red button in front of him.
A clear image appeared on the screen from the flying snowflakes—it was a young woman in a Canis uniform. From the three shining stars on her epaulets, it could be seen that her rank was very high. The woman seemed to hesitate for a while, before the sound came out of the speaker after dozens of seconds.
"I'm Admiral Della Snow. I've been waiting for you for a long time, Long Dylan."
"How come I've never seen this guy before..." The red-haired boy stared blankly at the image of the woman.
"Long time no see, Della. Forgive my recklessness, because I can't find you any other time, only..."
"Hehehe, I guessed it was you, no one else would do this kind of thing except you and me," hee hee laughter came from the speaker, "I've been waiting for you to come to me, too, I have a lot to tell you."
"Me too," Long nodded.
"This military network is not 100% secure, and it may be eavesdropped at any time, so I'll make a long story short - today's attack is a good thing for your subordinates, right? It's beautiful, so the other three countries should also relax a little, Because I didn't expect 'WORLD' to attack even democracies... But they also think it's a show. We can't stop them from forming an international anti-terrorist picket organization, Dragon. The 'WORLD' here must be evacuated as soon as possible."
"It's already underway. But if we leave, the strength of Canis' left wing will be greatly reduced, which is also very troublesome," Long said.
"No choice. Get out into the universe as soon as possible, that thing is almost done..."
"Wait...!" The picture suddenly became blurred, "Someone wants to invade the main line?! How can it be so fast..."
"Sorry, Long, it's really not safe..." Della waved at him, "I'll have to say goodbye..."
-- black screen.
"Damn! It's a time like this... Gray, check the source of the interference wave for me!"
"Okay... The target is locked! In the east sixteenth district of the ancient planet, the deviation value is around 0.036. From the map, it should be a residential house on L Street..." Gray brushed off the red bangs that covered his eyes, "Want to follow?"
"Give Leon an instruction to investigate this house!"
…
"Cough," Leon, who was hiding in the shadow of the corner, stood up after bandaging the wound on his arm, "Is it a mission... Residential house at Coordinate A in the eastern sixteenth district--investigation?"
After checking whether the bullet was loaded, he walked out of the dark, the strong sunlight pierced his eyes, and it took a while before striding forward.
This planet on the other side of the Milky Way is no different from Earth -- either in the streets or in the buildings. Because it belongs to Canis, the environment is relatively calm, but there was also an attack today. Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth could not help drawing a downward curve. A war like a ticking time bomb is about to break out... It's not so much the fear of war in people's hearts that they are driven by anticipation. He is no exception - "birds are the most free and happy only in the sky", he is a warrior, and only in the hail of bullets can he feel full and exist. That's why he wants to fight, since childhood training taught him that life should be like this.
A few drops of water fell on Leon's feet, stroking his wet cheeks, and he opened his mouth slightly -- "I... why, cry? Is there anything wrong with my thoughts? My life is fighting, until in Disappeared in battle. What's wrong with thinking like this?!" He shouted up to the sky.
Looking at the gradually sinking sunset, under the bloody sky, he raised his wrist and shot a red line from the sky, pointing to the house located on a street.
"Where is it?"
He took a step and ran in the direction indicated by the light.
The neon lights over the street were bright and colorful, reflecting one after another. Anxiety is looming over the world called peace, as if everything will collapse if there is a slight disturbance.
"In front of the obstacle called time, the eternally small human beings are constantly busy, shuttled, and born - this forms the history of mankind, leaving traces of human battles. So, Leon, you too Keep fighting, because everyone is fighting, in order to prove yourself in the best way!"
The wind sent the voice in his memory back to his ears again.
-- What's the best way to prove your existence
After I don't know how long I walked, the meter glowed red. He pressed the indicator light and stopped in front of the apartment building. "It's here." He walked in, and a sudden, severe headache hit.
"what… "
He covered his head, walked up the stairs staggeringly, and stood in front of a family's door without error. "Ah... this is..." He slid weakly against the wall and fell to the ground, curling up into a ball.
Fragments of some images came, and the [eyes] of memory were forcibly opened--"A-KA-I-," in bright red letters, no, it was an exotic script written in blood. AKAI - meaning of "red".
Do not--!
I don't want to--!
Do not! ! I do not want to see--!
--The red liquid used to exist in that doorway. Meandering, oozing out through the gap under the door. don't want--! !