On President Ilian's death list, someone like Cindy is definitely not the first casualty. Isn't even the whole country of Illian about to be buried in Thiago's hands?

The president is a dangerous man who must be avenged, and Wren is so sure that his name will appear on the president's death list if his ponytail whip is revealed and he takes a wrong step. The dreams of his and Thiago's youth have long since been replaced by the president's personal ambitions.

But Wren also had his own new dreams, in which the president and Cindy, along with the other warlord prisoners, hung side by side from the gallows, Thiago hanging his head and body swinging. As soon as the trapdoor opened, the Illian was deprived of a dirty source of pollution.

And the humiliation that Thiago had given Wren for so many years has come to an end, but Wren's dream can only be a dream for now, and today, only one person will be hanged.

The sun rises over the horizon, and it shines through the streets of Illion, and a new day begins, and Cindy's time of death has arrived.

"The Presidential Palace. Wren instructed the driver.

The guard who brought breakfast to Liu Zhan was named Bota, and when he turned to leave Liu Zhan's cell, he was still walking back slowly, pondering what he had just seen in the cell.

Porta, who has just turned 19 this year, has only been on an errand at the presidential palace for a few months, and he is not a fool to know that the unexpected is not welcome in the basement of the presidential palace, especially in the extreme punishment zone. He unconsciously quickened his pace in fear, and then turned into a trot, and he ran all the way to the security door, the hallway behind him echoing with the sound of his footsteps.

Botta shook the gate and told his colleague to come and open the door.

"Did the bee sting you in the ass?" his colleague put down the magazine in his hand, muttered discontentedly, and slowly went to get the key.

"Hurry up, Raven's Beak! Botha shouted impatiently.

"What's wrong, is your sister getting an STD or what's wrong?" His colleague said dryly, deliberately fiddling with the keys one by one, and dangling them slowly.

When the door opened, Porta lunged in, nearly knocking the key bearer to the ground.

"The last time I slept with your sister, she wasn't sick yet! The man with the key shouted at Poirot's back, but Porta ignored him and ran upstairs in three steps and two steps.

Lake is a simple-minded man who belongs to the lowest level of the Illian city's lowest-level guard, calling people around all day long.

Porta had to report to the captain of the guard, who was a dignified and heavy man on the surface, but was actually a complete bastard, and it was he who got into Botha's cousin and agreed to the errand of Botha.

But he often put on small shoes for Porta, and when the captain of the guard introduced this errand to Porta, he said that it was just for the sake of his cousin's face, and after going to work, how well he behaved, and the severity of his work, it was the squad leader in charge, and he had the final say.

Botta thought to himself that after his major discovery, perhaps the captain of the guard would consider promoting him, and that he would never have to do the unfortunate errand of bringing breakfast to the prisoners again, and that if he was lucky, he might not be able to take a few more days off each month.

Thinking of this, he ran faster, and he jerked into the chief's office, and found a man with a bright head of a light shell eating breakfast inside, and that man was not the captain, but the vice-captain.

The vice-captain raised his head, his face was full of anger, his eyes seemed to be able to shoot bullets, and said, "It's better to be good news." He sprayed breadcrumbs and shouted angrily in warning.

Porta was so tired that he hesitated and said, "Yes, yes..."

"Speak quickly!"

"The adulterer, sir. "

The vice-captain's eyebrows raised, and he immediately became alert, "How is the adulterer?"

"I think he's wearing sneakers•..."

Mary has always been resolute in her work, from the moment she leaves the house.

The first lesson she learned in her life is that when a man's mind is not on your lap, girl, you have to strike first, don't stand still, or they will get an inch.

So Mary always rushed forward, and in every one of her relationships, including her previous marriages, she refused to stand still and wait, but just ran away.

So men don't know how to deal with her, and even leaders who appreciate her abilities can't do anything about her, which is probably why she hasn't been in the ministerial position yet.

She said to herself, it's because of the prejudice against women, it's an artificially created barrier to women's promotion, it's that some people are naturally misogynistic, but she knows in her heart that she also has to bear part of the responsibility. She was like a Rottweiler, barking at everyone, even when she couldn't take responsibility and ran away, because she didn't want anyone to know how scared she was.

Why did she want to stay this time? She just had to escape, just sit on the plane and honestly return to Europe, to Yangglu, as Liu Zhan and the others had promised.

But now, she actually stayed for the sake of being alone.

Liu Zhan, damn Liu Zhan, Liu Zhan who turned her world upside down.

Yes, she doesn't want to deny it, she likes to lie on the same bed with Liu Zhan and mess up the sheets. Maybe a man always has ulterior motives, but she also has her own needs, and maybe they are more than just needs.

Liu Zhan attracted her not only by his strong appearance, but also by his inner world, she felt that she was in sympathy with him, and she was also a lonely wanderer in the desert, and they could understand each other, otherwise how could she tell Liu Zhan all about her father?

She didn't want to run away, she always wore a mask on her face, forced to smile even if her heart bleed, spent countless nights alone and pretended not to care, deep down she seemed to be the little girl who listened to the creaking of the stairs.

As she stood in front of the Cloud Bar shivering, she felt even more overwhelmed.

She stayed for Liu Zhan, but Liu Zhan was not here, and she didn't know what to do. The bar wasn't open yet, the door was locked, and I didn't hear any movement inside. Mary scolded herself for being confused, could the bar be open at this time?

It's either middle-aged jazz fans, internet-obsessed pimple-faced kids, or Joseph's freers who aren't afraid to die, and it's a few hours before these night owls get out of bed. Oh my God, she's like a girl who has lost her soul.

Damn Liu Zhan, it's a mess for me.

When Mary was a child, she had an old teddy bear that had lost its fur, and she was missing an ear, and she always held the worn-out bear, and she would whisper to the bear cub when her father's sweat dripped on her chest. And now she still has the teddy bear, and the bear lies in bed every day until she comes home. She dragged her tired body home from the Capitol every day, and all kinds of praise and criticism still lingered in her ears, and everyone seemed to treat her as a glass person who didn't feel anything, and didn't think about her feelings at all. How many nights did she hold her baby teddy bear and cry and wet her pillow? If she had to reveal her true self to outsiders, for some reason, she just wanted to tell Liu Zhan alone.

A policeman stood on a street corner, looking her up and down boredly. He wasn't suspicious, he was just admiring Mary's stockings, thighs, and fashionable clothes, but perhaps his idleness would soon turn into a series of questions.

She couldn't stand still, because she couldn't answer the policeman's questions, so she hurried forward.

Vice-captain Anisimov was not in the mood for anything else, he had just learned from the briefer that Prime Minister Rennes was on his way to the presidential palace, so he had to hurry up for breakfast.

I want to fill my stomach. God knows when the next meal will be served, maybe in hours. He had already made a quick tour of the area around the presidential palace in the morning, and found that last night's power outage had not caused any damage, everything was in order, and since the presidential palace had been specially renovated to welcome foreign guests, it looked much more pleasing to the eye than before.

But, sneakers? The little guard must have been drunk, or he had smelled too much of the stench of the punishment zone and ruined his skull. There can be no other explanation, except that when Anisimov is off duty, the whole prison goes into parallel space, reaching a second universe that is ridiculous.

However, if something does happen in the basement, the excuse of leaving work will not save him, and as the deputy captain of the guard, he must ensure that the presidential palace is safe and sound at all times.

This botta is clearly talking nonsense, prisoners don't wear shoes, and prisoners in the punishment area can't even more so they can't have shoes. Think about it, if the prisoner is wearing shoes, then how do you stomp on the soles of his feet? How can you pull out his toenails alive and let him tell the truth?

It's Thiago's private execution paradise, a hell for criminals, so it's impossible for a prisoner to wear shoes, it's a lot of nonsense, but Anisimov can't take it lightly, especially since Prime Minister Rennes is on his way now.

The deputy captain of the guard glanced helplessly at the unfinished breakfast, and then glared viciously at Porta, who was cowering to the side, he had no choice, he had to go and see for himself. He sighed, pushed his chair away, and headed for the basement.

Liu Zhan heard hurried and noisy footsteps coming from the hallway, their boots clattering against the stone floor. Liu Zhan felt that there was trouble, so he curled up tightly into a ball, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. He couldn't hear what they were saying outside the cell, but he could feel their eyes fall on him. He lay motionless, ignoring the fact that something was coming out of the straw mat and biting him.

Like the Minister of the Interior, Ronko, who had been here a few hours earlier, Anisimov walked into the basement cell with a look of disgust.

He didn't need to go in, he saw not only the sneakers from outside the fence, but also the belt around Liu Zhan's waist, although Liu Zhan had torn all his clothes when he came, and the prisoner in the punishment area covered with dirt had never worn such good quality clothes.

Although Liu Zhan hid his watch and camping lantern, in his hurry, Liu Zhan did not notice his other flaws, and there was another reason why Anisimov did not enter the cell, that is, he was afraid. He's a product of the Illian system, everything has to be done according to the rules, everything has to be behaved, and the system doesn't welcome surprises.

But something unusual happened in this cell right now, and it meant danger.

"Who has been here?" Anisimov asked.

"No one, sir. The guard replied, "It's you and me." Also, last night the Home Secretary, Rangko, came. ”

The Vice-Guard's heart skipped a beat, and then another, "You mean, Ronco?"

"Yes, sir. ”

"Why?"

"I don't know, sir. "

"What is he doing here?"

"Didn't do anything. He didn't go into the cell, he looked at it and left. "

Anisimov's heart was beating like a galloping horse, but at the last words of the guard, his pulse suddenly miraculously returned to normal. As the minutes ticked by, the captain of the guard thought to himself, This is a puddle of mud, and he must not get into it.

The first rule of survival is to stay away from the land of right and wrong, and if you get too close, you will definitely get mud spots on your body. He was glad he hadn't gone into the cell to check it, and his instincts told him that it was like a dung pit, and if he wasn't careful, he would fall into it and drown. He should leave this difficult bone to the upper food chain to digest, and he is still the most suitable person, and of course it is none other than the Minister of the Interior as the president, Ronko.