"Five-to-two!!"

In a simple studio in Shinjuku, a two-meter-tall giant man is standing behind a desk, blushing and thick-necked, glaring at the table with his eyes patted and roaring hoarsely at the camera.

"Gasoline! Caoutchouc! Five to two! Too easy. It's napalm! I'm not going to teach you how to add egg whites, orange juice, or chicken blood! Don't fucking listen to the shit on those posts! What I want you to do is a petrol bomb! It's not Western food! The only thing this thing does is, burn! Burn! ”

Listening to this man with chest hair and beard, and a strong man talking dirty words like an animal, is really uplifting. That breath is not like teaching people to make incendiary bombs, but incarnating themselves into incendiary bombs. His English is mixed with a strange tongue flicking sound, which can make the listener's blood boil involuntarily.

"Slavs?"

Ilan turned his face to look at Diethart beside him.

The ponytail man was sitting on a soft chair in the corner, with Erlang's legs crossed, looking at ease and full of confidence.

"Yes. These days, the Black Knights have received a large number of applications to join the group, and according to you and ZERO's instructions of 'not too many noble spirits', I have only selected a very small number of highly educated and skilled people to join the company. ”

"Shareholding" instead of "Joining"

The ponytail man seems to appreciate Ilan's idea that "running a terrorist organization is like running a communication company", and when he is alone with Ilan, he always doesn't mind spitting out some economic words.

"Guess what, Yuri? Or Ivan? Ilan pouted.

"Andrei Kapushkin. Born in the Nikolaev region of the Chinese Federation, forty-three, expert in homemade weapons. He has participated in many terrorist activities in the Federation, is wanted throughout the Federation, has a two-foot-thick criminal record, and was smuggled into District 11 three years ago, so there should be no problem with the ingredients. ”

Andrei Kapushkin・・・・・・

It does sound imposing, but it translates ・・・・・・

Brave Chinese cabbage?

The ponytail man looked at the white hair who couldn't stop snickering, and didn't understand what the laughter was about just now.

“knightmare？！ You think this thing can't handle Knightmare?! Do you think I told you to make a vodka incendiary flask?! Are you eggless wives already scared silly by that stupid tin coffin?! It's napalm! Tell me again! Be louder! Take out the energy of rolling in bed with your old wives! Coagulate! Solid! Steam! Oil! Play! ”

The cabbage slammed his fist on the table, shattering the beakers he had just used to demonstrate. The black, viscous asphalt-like liquid slowly dripped down the edge of the table and fell to the floor.

"One shot! This thing only needs to be shot! As soon as the bottle in your hand explodes on Knightmare's armor, these black elves will find their own crevices to burrow into! They will burn the fragile wiring and processor clean! Got it?! Do you want me to explain what happens to the bearings in a thousand degrees of heat?! Ball Expansion! The raceway is bursting! The lube will run dry like water! Machines can do it! You're going to see a giant burning man scurrying around! You'll see that tin coffin fall headlong before it didn't go far! Then you wretches can rush up and drag the driver out and pour as much gas as you like on him!! You shit, you can light a cigarette in front of him, take a puff, look him in the eye, and flick it in his handsome Britannian face!! ・・・”

"Anyway, how much he likes to burn things・・・・・・"

Why waste gas on a dead driver・・・・・・

Ilan looked at Diethardt for answers. The ponytail man frowned and flipped through the script.

"Hmm, that's not in the lines, it looks like he's in the groove." Diethardt smiled disappreciatively. "Will you cut it out later?"

"No, keep it."

Ilan thought for a moment and shrugged.

"I like this guy, and... revolutions always come with fire, don't they?"

"Yes."

Diethart considered the visuals and felt that the highly subjective speech should be retained.

"By the way, did this guy have a holiday with Britannia? Human meat barbecue or something..."

In the future, the Black Knights will gather reckless heroes from all over the world, and Britannians will naturally be indispensable. If there are racists in the mix, it will inevitably destroy the harmony within the organization.

"Ah, no." Diethardt shook his head, a strange smile on his face. "He doesn't care who the enemy is, he's just a madman who wants to shout Ulla and turn the whole world into flames."

Ilan laughed too, he grew fond of the muscular animal.

The Black Knights are in such a desperate need of talent. Although the organization is not large, almost all the trivial things from top to bottom have to be handled by him and Lelouch themselves. Even to the point that he, the deputy commander, actually had to personally guard the prisoners. When I go back to make up for a few hours, I have to work hard for the inheritance of revolutionary incense, coupled with the handling of various emergencies, even if I am as physic as Yilan, I can't stand such a toss.

Cabbage and Diethardt are the same kind of people, they specialize in one skill, and they are perfect at what they do. You can safely leave the professional problems to them, not the militia of the Black Knights. Don't worry about them messing up.

They have their own goals that they are willing to give their lives for -- to make blockbuster movies and play with fire. As long as they can be fed in this regard, then loyalty is not an issue.

Some of the Black Knights are news, some are war, and they don't have to worry about hunger.

That's the best talent.

"Speaking of Britannians, how did they react?"

"Huh? Didn't you watch today's news? The ponytail man was a little surprised.

This is a day when the image of the Black Knights has taken a historic turn.,Such a big thing.,The deputy commander is actually...

"Uh, most sleep-deprived, sorry." Ilan smiled awkwardly.

Diethardt rummaged through the clutter behind him for a while, pulled out today's newspaper, and handed it to Ilan.

It's still extra-large and bold, cross-version of the bold font.

THANKS

MAY. GOD. BLESS. YOU

Thank you

May God bless you.

No name was given

But it's clear to everyone.

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The treatment of Britannian soldiers is very good, although it is a centralized dormitory group, but the soldiers live in single rooms, air conditioning, TV and shower rooms are readily available.

Carter knocked on the dormitory door, but there was no response for a long time.

"Roger?"

As soon as Carter twisted the doorknob, the door was unlocked, and he walked in on his own, as usual.

A young man in his twenties was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"You shouldn't have come." Roger didn't look at it, still staring at the ceiling. "Soldiers are not allowed to come into contact with outsiders during the lockdown."

"Lockdown? I didn't see a single guard along the way. There is a grounding order where the door is not locked. ”

"Is there no one outside?" Roger frowned and sat up.

Since the suppression of the Governor's Palace, as soldiers present at the time, they were all given grounding orders for the first time without exception, and they were not allowed to leave their dormitories, and violators were confined for the first time.

This is easy to understand, the military department is afraid that they will be surrounded by reporters and asked very rude questions by the mad dog-like media. Now, even if a soldier says a stupid word, it will be seized by the media and magnified infinitely.

Roger knew exactly what was going to happen next.

They will be tried, they will be dragged out in public as targets, and the masses will vent their anger, although they will only carry out orders and not die, but they will be deprived of military status and punished with imprisonment.

Carter, who was also a recruit, was worried about the friend he had met since he was in military school, so he took advantage of the holidays to visit.

"The military department is busy with a big purge, and it's all burning its butts, so it's probably a loophole in the detention arrangement. How long has it been since you've watched TV? ”

Carter sat down on the couch and reached for the remote control. The screen lit up, but there was only a snowflake.

"They even pinched the signal?" Carter looked at his friend in disbelief.

Roger nodded helplessly. "What is the outside saying about us now?" First Blood'? 'Killing machine qì'? 'The torture of human nature'? ”

Carter smiled bitterly, his buddy was really not suitable to be a soldier. This guy was very soft-hearted in the past, and after this kind of thing, he couldn't stay in the barracks anyway, right?

However, this time it was also thanks to his soft-heartedness.

"There's a lot of scolding. But this time it's strange that someone actually defended you. ”

"The military department? Right-wing media? Government lobbyists? Roger seemed uninterested.

Someone will definitely defend them, "these soldiers just obey orders" or something.

That's fine, but ・・・・・・

“ZERO。”

Roger coughed violently, his eyes widening.

"What?!"

"It's that ZERO, who made a statement to defend you, but not everyone. Anyway, this guy is really interesting..."

Carter threw a flyer in front of him, and Roger grabbed it.

At the beginning is the LOGO of the Black Knights, and below is the statement of ZERO, and the article is not long.

"'It is only when there is a real need for sacrifice that we can see the true moral standard of a person. In that instant, in those few minutes. We see the ugliest and saddest picture in the world. We see how the human will is twisted by violence, losing soul soldiers, and even pulling the trigger on a group of children.

But in this ugliest scene, we still see the flashes of humanity.

Those fighters who stopped other soldiers from firing. Those who are under the so-called "military orders", under the weight of being sent to court and deprived of military status, still stick to the bottom line of humanity in the face of absolute violence, not only defending the lives of innocents, but also defending their own souls, real warriors.

I must thank them for this.

Without these fighters, more parents would have lost their children. They proved by their actions that even the dirtiest mire in the world cannot defile a noble soul.

Their deeds are far more noble than mine. All I can do is avenge the dead, and these warriors are fighting for the living.

Therefore, I cannot allow the military headquarters to silently bury and stifle these flames of hope.

Here, with deep apologies, I publish the names of these fighters as follows, in total, thirty-five people.

If I find out that some of them have been lost, I swear in the name of the Black Knights that I will make some people pay.

I, ZERO, AM A MAN OF CREDIT. ’”

Roger hurriedly scanned through the row of small print below, and sure enough, his name was among them.

After being stunned for a long time, I finally spoke.

"But...

"The airboat spilled it. Not long after flying over the concession, the empty boat exploded, and it was not only shot down but also exploded. Big, right? ”

Carter grinned, and he patted his brother on the shoulder, looking at him with pride in his eyes.

"Well done Roger boy! It's a shame you didn't read the newspapers, you are now the 'Heroes of Britain'! ”

Am I ・・・・・・ hero?

Roger looked at his name on the flyer and fell into a trance.

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Flipping through the leaflet, there was a wanted notice behind it.

A total of thirteen people, names, avatars, ages, enlistment time, neatly listed above.

ZERO asks for the help of the citizens of Britannia in bringing the killers to justice.

Helpers only need to provide their address online, and the location will be done, and the Black Knights will do the rest.

No, I'm very sorry, there is no bounty.

The corpses of these executioners are the reward.

Yucheng held a leaflet that had just been printed out and cropped, and his face was unhappy.

"White! Uh... Yucheng called out to Ilan, who was supervising the work in front of a row of printing presses.

"Huh?" Bai Mao didn't feel the slightest displeasure, and ran over with a sunny face. "What's wrong?"

"I said, what the hell are we going to do here?! Why should we protect those Britannian soldiers? Isn't it the guys who shoot the guns, the more these people, the better? Kill them, who will dare to take the lead in cannibalism? The more fierce they fight in the nest, the better we will become, won't we? ”

"Jade City, ・・・・・・"

Whitefur sighed, hooked his shoulder, and looked up at the sky - of course, there was no sky here, only the dark and damp top of the tunnel. The left hand is in front of you, as if there is a brilliant starry sky there.

"The world is very vast." White Fur sighed in an ethereal voice. "We are not a narrow clan resistance, we are the Black Knights. We fight only for justice and for the great love of the world. ”

"・・・・・・" was stunned and had goosebumps.

"Don't worry, you're still young, think about it, I'm very optimistic about you!"

Bai Mao said, leaving the confused Yucheng aside, and continued to circle around the big-breasted beauty named Inoue, crisp laughter and laughter came from time to time. Yucheng saw that the second master forgot his friends and didn't bird himself, so he turned around and left angrily.