"Report to the commander-in-chief, the troops have been assembled in the seventh block. ”

"Report to the commander-in-chief, the street is closed and the civilians have been emptied. ”

"Report to the commander-in-chief, the fortifications are ready. ”

"Report to the commander-in-chief, the sniper is in position. ”

"Report to the commander-in-chief, the 5th Panzer Corps is on standby. ”

"Report to the Commander-in-Chief, a call from the United Imperial Defense Department, the [Doom of Sodom] system authorization has been approved. ”

The man rubbed his brow, then extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand in the mountain of ashtrays. Seeing him get up, the assistant on the side hurriedly handed over the coat that had already been prepared in his hand: "Director, all departments are ready." ”

"Well, hard work. The man unfurls his coat lightly and draped it over his shoulders, with a distinctive ring emblem prominently printed on his back.

This is a sign that he was proud of and fought for with a group of equally passionate companions. Now, he's going to see the last of his guys who can be called comrades.

When the curtain of the battle tent was lifted, the sight came into view of faces full of readiness. Heavily armed soldiers gathered in formation, trucks laden with ordnance whizzing along the road, kicking up a cloud of dust. Sweating and sweating to build fortifications with sandbags, the military workers looked up and saw helicopter gunships rise and fall with the roar of propellers, and groups of fighter jets screeching through the sky like black falcons.

It's a big formation.

Who would have thought that this was just to deal with one person?

The man pondered as he walked briskly, and the soldiers in front of him stopped their work to make way for him.

How much of a threat would the greatest force that could be mobilized in a hurry pose to him?

Or rather...... Can it really reach the level of "posing a threat"?

"Director!" interrupted his thoughts with an eager call, and he looked back at his panting assistant. "Director, you forgot to bring this, it's too dangerous!" The assistant hurriedly took out a pistol in his arms and handed it to the man, looking at his loyal subordinate, but a complicated smile appeared on the man's face.

Silly boy, if the army, machine guns, tanks, and fighter jets don't work, what can a mere pistol decide?

"Well done, thank you. Even so, the man said the affirmative. The erect officer slammed his feet together, and the order to let go roared with the most standard military salute. The guards removed the barbed wire fence used to seal it off, and the man lit a cigarette and officially stepped into the corner café where everyone was facing the enemy.

The door closed behind him, as if closing the link between the two worlds, and the hustle and bustle outside the house came to an abrupt end, leaving only a misty man in the empty storefront and a newspaper reader holding a cup of coffee in the center of the hall.

"You're late, so I ate your portion of dessert. ”

The waiter folded the newspaper and set it aside, and tapped the remaining plate with a fork, revealing the same playful smile as ever.

The man didn't answer, just sat silently in front of him. After a long silence, the man took a deep breath, extinguished the cigarette, and then folded his hands, his eyes met the clear eyes without dodging, and said solemnly-

"Surrender, Xuanyi. Come on. ”

Surrender?

Surrender.

Xuanyi's smile gradually converged, and a wonderful expression replaced the smile.

It's like a child who hears new vocabulary that he's never learned.