"Sin? What is a sin?"
"Before the great, glorious and correct laws of history, there was no sin, only the venerable darkness behind the light."
The tone of the brown-haired officer suddenly rose, like an angry water bird. The feathers on the top of the skull towered in horror, and the slender neck made the air flow through it sharp. In the shrill tone, there was a clear view. Contempt and contempt, the water bird that stepped on the green water grass was looking down at the shellfish under his feet.
His words revealed the firm pride in his heart and the narcissism that spread from it. In the dark underground room, there seemed to be a ray of light that could not be seen clearly, shrouding the federal officer whose hands were covered with blood. The dark green uniform shone brightly.
"Only a strong federal central government with all-round support can defeat the Empire and lead us to victory. In order to achieve this goal, many people must be eliminated, including Zhong Shouhu, the stubborn and undermined federal unity. Great warlord."
Perhaps it was because of He Youyou's questioning before his death that the brown-haired officer felt a sense of anger that his ideals had been misunderstood.
He Youyou's face was pale and his eyes were cloudy and dull. He stared at the brown-haired officer who was waving his arms excitedly in the shadows in front of him. He suddenly smiled nervously, and murmured, "Is it really so important to defeat the empire? "
"This is a matter of life and death, higher than life and death." In the shadows, the brown-haired officer's nose was high, like a sharp sword, and said coldly: "This primitive and bloody and shameless existence of the empire, Long overdue to be thrown into the rubbish heap of cosmic history. Since you can't change on your own, let's do it."
"We are not invaders." The officer said in a serious tone: "What we have to do is to rescue the people of the lower classes of the empire, let the brilliance of the Charter cover the whole universe, and human beings can return to peace, and have enough time and energy to go to the depths of the universe."
"Building this new era of beauty and harmony is our historical mission. For this historical mission, anyone can sacrifice, and any means can be allowed."
"The question is... do the lower-class residents in the empire need you and want you to rescue them?"
He Youyou leaned against the icy wall, his eyes still had no expression, but gradually, he finally wanted to understand something.
"We just want to do this, and we don't need the consent or understanding of the lower classes of the empire. Our civilization is advanced and superior, so we have the responsibility to help them." The brown-haired officer said coldly: "One If the right thing is just because the other party can't understand it for a while, we will not insist on doing it to the end, which is an irresponsible attitude."
"The superiority of the Commonwealth over the Empire lies in the Charter, the rule of law, and the spirit of liberty."
"And you? Assassinate the Federal Commander, sell information to the Empire, threaten me with the lives of my wife and daughter... My daughter is only four years old this year!"
He Youyou widened his eyes and rebuked angrily: "In order to win, in order to eliminate those who are above the law and who are different from you, you will not hesitate to destroy this spirit and put yourself above the law, you and those you hate. What is the difference between people? What qualifications do you have to talk about the injustice of saving the empire?"
These fanatical federal officers reminded him and woke him up. It turned out that being an imperial person is not a natural sin. There are sins for various reasons everywhere in this universe.
There was a dead silence in the dark underground room. After a long time, the brown-haired officer in the shadow said in a hoarse voice: "So, we will also be swept into the garbage heap of history in the future, but..."
Immediately, he raised his head and said proudly and indifferently: "But no matter who will write history in the future, it cannot be denied that our actions have promoted the progress of this history and made our own contributions. ."
The heartfelt pride of the brown-haired federal officer and that martyrdom-like expression fell in He Youyou's eyes, but it was just absurd, madness, madness, and everyone's madness.
The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at the fact that the world can't see through, but when can I really see through. The brown-haired federal officer lowered his head for a moment, turned his nose up again, still calm, elegant and confident, showing pride, looked at He Youyou and said with a smile: "When we send you to Bermuda, you can try to escape to the Empire, but you don't."
He Youyou's body was slightly stiff, thinking of the meeting with the commissioner of the Imperial Royal Intelligence Service, and of his own psychological struggle at that time, he couldn't help clenching his fists and fell into painful memories.
"But you didn't run away, because you couldn't bear your wife and daughter, and were worried about what would happen to them after you escaped." The brown-haired officer smiled and praised: "In this regard, I appreciate you, an imperial, for the family in the Federation. , actually had the courage to give up the chance to survive."
He Youyou didn't speak, lowered his head silently, thinking about his wife and daughter, feeling down and sad, not knowing if they would live well after his death, not knowing if they would know the news of his death, not knowing if Rouse would be next year. Can I open that small shop? I wonder if my daughter will get slippers for other men when she grows up.
I don't know what will happen to everything I care about and love after I die.
"It's hard for me to trust shameless people like you, but I have no choice but to trust your promises." He Youyou lowered his head and said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do in the end, don't forget, you promised me They are alive."
"It's simple, just end this."
The brown-haired officer handed over a simple voice recorder and a plain black pistol.
He Youyou took the recorder, but did not pick up the pistol. He stared at the black metal pistol on the table, his eyes raised again, and fell on the dark brown hair and straight nose line of the officer opposite.
A few minutes later, a gunshot rang out.
The forest farm on the ground was already twilight. When Ximen Jin climbed out of the pile of old and rotten leaves, he saw a red that covered the sky and covered the ground, just like the blood flower that burst out from He Youyou's forehead just now. After being stunned for a while, he leaned against a big tree, took off his tan wig, lit a cigarette, and looked at the setting sun and the military prison building in the distance.
He Youyou ultimately did not pick up the gun and shoot him.
That guy should be a good person. Fortunately, he didn't have a family. Otherwise, if it was his turn to choose, between dying, despair, hatred, and the safety of his wife and daughter, he really didn't know what to choose. Ximen Jin took a deep breath of cigarettes. Thought through the light blue smoke.
He sat down, leaned against the big tree to open the workbench in his hand, and quickly operated his fingers to convert the relevant information in the computer and the document electronically signed by He Youyou into pieces of information and sent them out into space.
From the very beginning, they never thought of killing He Youyou, the seed of the empire in their hands, and through the death of Zhong Shouhu, they will win the endless trust of the empire. For the Federation, it means unimaginable huge benefits. .
However, they did not expect that someone in this world would be able to surpass the authority of the Charter Bureau, know that they had hidden an imperial seed, and exposed it.
Ximen Jin's brows were deeply furrowed, and he was struggling to figure out a solution in the twilight and blue smoke. According to the information from the Charter Bureau, Xu Le had the first-order authority.
A burst of hurried footsteps and thunderous roar interrupted his thoughts.
"Don't move!"
"Raise your hand!"
"Do not move!"
Two dozen fully armed and murderous federal soldiers appeared on the edge of the forest farm as if they had fallen from the sky, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands, and surrounded Ximen Jin in the middle.
These apparently well-trained elite fighters took control of the situation as soon as they appeared, but for some unknown reason, they were still roaring with grim expressions and seemed to feel very nervous.
On the contrary, the surrounded Ximen Jin remained calm, with the half-burning cigarette still between his fingers.
Calm is just an appearance, because he is very familiar with this group of soldiers, so he can suppress his shock and pretend to be indifferent.
The Special Company of the Guard Battalion of the Seventh Iron Division, Ximen Jin's most direct subordinate back then, turned his gun on him today.
"Do not move!"
Tie Qi Division Special Company Commander Ping held Pan Nengwei's submachine gun, aimed at Ximen's eyebrows, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "battalion commander, don't move, or I'll have to kill you!"
The cigarette slipped between his fingers, and Ximen Jin lowered his head and stepped on it with his military boots. Instead of keeping absolutely still as the soldiers asked, he raised his head to stare at the company commander's eyes, took a step forward, and asked in a deep voice. Said: "Do you know what you are doing?"
The company commander of the Seventh Tie Division took a step forward, pressed the cold muzzle against his eyebrows, and said hoarsely, "Batch commander, I don't know what we're doing, but if you take another step, I really have to shoot. already."
"This is the commander's order."
Other departments in the joint investigation team for the attack on the ancient Bell were not aware of the scene that took place in the forest farm more than ten kilometers away from the military prison. The officers and soldiers of the Seventh Iron Division who participated in the investigation sent their arrested targets back to S1 via a military warship in the fastest and most secretive way.
At No. 44 Xinma Avenue, Capital Special Administrative Region, Du Shaoqing sat at his desk, staring blankly at the relevant report submitted by the joint investigation team. The rain behind him tapped on his window, and the light inside and outside the house was a little dim.
In front of the large desk, Ximen Jin stood with his head bowed, his hands were tied back by high-strength plastic ropes to his little fingers, and he couldn't move a finger.
Du Shaoqing didn't look up at him, just read the report silently, the atmosphere in the room was extremely depressed.
It wasn't until this oppressive atmosphere was about to suffocate that he raised his head to look at Ximen Jin and said, "I told you before that there are many methods that I cannot accept."