Stepping out of the car, the cool breeze made Layla's mood slightly better, although the atmosphere near the military headquarters still made her very uncomfortable.

Today, the military headquarters has become the center of the EU, surrounded by almost all soldiers wearing yellow armbands, and occasionally one or two people wearing suits or ordinary clothes appear, and after taking a look at these soldiers from a distance, they hurriedly move away, as if the military headquarters is a devil's cave that eats people and does not spit out bones.

"Because we're rebels?" The frightened gazes of these people made Layla's mood heavy again, which had finally improved.

From the bottom of her heart she was against the coup, but not out of admiration for the spirit of democracy, nor out of disgust with dictatorship and totalitarianism, but in her heart she never felt that she had any political leanings, and the reasons for her opposition could not even be stated by herself, but only that she felt that doing so would bring a lot of death. If anything, the eyes of those people who looked at him just now can barely be regarded as a reason.

"Layla~~ My dear Layla, finally see you!"

The voice that was already disgusting to Layla called out to her in an overly intimate voice, and the direct result was that Layla's hair almost stood on end.

"Brother Joan"

Turning to look at the source of the voice, Layla reluctantly called out the name.

"It's great to hear you've become a colonel."

Joan Malucar, the prodigal son of the Malukar family, spreads his arms and tries to hold Layla in his arms.

Two people who have always hated each other, and suddenly one of them inexplicably shows caring kindness, and the result will only make the other feel full of malice.

The oncoming smell of alcohol made Layla subconsciously take a step back, and dodged when the other party was about to hug her.

Joan, who pounced on the air, subconsciously showed a hint of annoyance, and then immediately resumed a false smile and spoke.

"A lot of dangerous things have happened recently, and Layla, you don't have any contact with your family, which really worries me."

Hearing Joan's words, Layla noticed the disharmony that was revealed in Joan.

Although the suit is still a famous brand, there are some sparse thread splits left at the position of the sleeves, and if you don't pay special attention, no one will realize that this suit has been around for some years. For Joan, who likes luxury, this kind of old goods should be absolutely intolerable.

The collar of the stained yellow shirt was unkempt, and there was still a mixture of coffee and wine stains on it. The precious ring on the index finger of his left hand and the bracelet on his wrist that looked very girly but valuable were missing. Noticing this, Layla immediately glanced at Joan's other hand.

Sure enough, a limited-edition Swiss handmade watch that Joan likes to wear is not worn.

It seems that the Malukar family has also suffered a lot of losses in this financial crisis, but to Layla's surprise, as a giant enterprise, the Malukar family has really reached the point where they need to pawn jewelry?

It's no wonder that Layla is ignorant of the situation, a person who can wear a military uniform at a prom to read an introduction to tactics can completely understand her lack of concern for other aspects, and there are so many companies that have fallen in this financial crisis that the news media are reluctant to report more, not to mention that many small and medium-sized news media have not survived.

Since it's all bad news, Layla naturally doesn't want to watch these self-inflicted 'news' anymore.

"It's been a long time since we saw each other, how about having time to have a meal together?"

"I'm very sorry, I still have a task."

It has been guessed that Joan, or the troubled Malukar family, is likely to use their current position in the army to keep the property and status of the Malukar family. She only felt a pang of disgust at this kind of behavior, and subconsciously refused.

To be honest, Layla still has a good impression of Daniel Malukar and Stephen Malukar, the two titular brothers. Although these two are relatively mediocre, they are rare good old people. But there was only Joan

"So, are you free at noon?" Joan grabbed Layla's wrist.

"We're engaged! Don't be so cold! ”

As he uttered the word engagement, Joan deliberately shouted in a voice a few tens of decibels, as if he wanted everyone around him to hear.

"Please let go!" Layla didn't like Joan's behavior, which reminded her of the humiliation she had been suffering all along.

"Don't think you're a colonel!" Joan suddenly pulled closer to Layla's ear and said viciously.

"It's just a bunch of usurpers, you can have the kindness of our Marukar family today, you are my fiancée, and you will never try to escape from the palm of my hand for the rest of your life. Haha

Layla, who was about to break free with force, was stunned for a moment, and an indescribable anger but helpless humiliation surged into her heart.

As John said, the Malukar family adopted her in her most difficult time, and although the motives were terrible, they did provide her with a rich life and education, otherwise she would not be where she is today. Ungrateful, Layla will never be able to do it, but really want to let herself repay with a lifetime of happiness?

"Is there some farce going on?"

In the car driving towards the military headquarters building, the young man with long black hair suddenly opened his mouth and asked the silver-haired man who was wearing a black military police uniform and a pair of rimless glasses next to him, and the two gold stars on the black military police uniform showed that the silver-haired man was a lieutenant colonel.

"That's Commander Marukar!?" The lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie, who had been alerted, also noticed what was happening on the side of the street.

"Since it's your old 'boss', it's also your job to help her out of the siege." The young man with long black hair smiled at the lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie.

"You're kidding." The lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie replied cautiously.

"Now there are civilians in the street bullying a female colonel, as a lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie, that's your duty. The Commission's regulations stipulate that dereliction of duty is subject to heavy fines. The young man put away his smile and said seriously.

"I see." The lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie smiled gratefully.

After the car stopped on the side of the road for two people, he opened the door and walked out.

"Now that you are under martial law, your bullying of a colonel of the Revolutionary Army in the street has seriously violated the latest regulations. Soldier, what are you still doing in a daze!? ”

The onlookers heard the conversation between the two at the beginning, especially Joan's deliberate loud announcement, so they did not get involved in the quarrel between the fiancé.

But now with the gendarmerie lieutenant colonel's order, the nature is completely different, the soldiers who were originally just watching the show rushed up, and the people who did it were quite rude, regardless of the other party's cry of pain, and forcefully pressed this oily guy to the ground.

It seems that they were also holding back a breath of anger before this.

"Major Hamel!?" Hearing the familiar voice, Layla looked in shock at the lieutenant colonel of the military police, who was still standing at the half-open door.

"It's Lieutenant Colonel, Colonel Layla Malukar." Hamel corrected with a straight face.

However, Layla was not at all dissatisfied with his tone, as early as W· When Unit Zero was formed, Major Hamel, who was in charge of law enforcement, was already a lieutenant colonel, and he had such a meticulous expression.

In fact, this Hamel may seem stubborn and dull, but when you really work together, you will find that he is a decisive and flexible person.

"You're still the same." Layla smiled, and Hamel's answer gave her a familiar sense of reassurance.

"Stop! I'm Joan Malucar! It's that woman's fiancé! ”

Joan, who was pushed to the ground, yelled unwillingly.

"Boy, I don't care who you are! Zhilu said, have I put up with you for a long time!? One soldier smiled sinisterly.

"Even if you are the fiancé of the colonel, how dare you bully the people of our army? If you want to marry a high-ranking female officer in the army, do you first have to learn how to escape from the pursuit of a regiment? While threatening like this, the soldier also took the opportunity to slap his little white face a few times.

GO TO HIS CIVILIZED LAW ENFORCEMENT, THE REPUBLICAN CHARTER HAS LONG BEEN STOPPED, AND IT HAS LONG BEEN COMPLAINED BY THE CITIZENS IF HE WANTED TO DO THIS BEFORE, BUT NOW HE DOESN'T HAVE TO CARE ABOUT THIS PROBLEM AT ALL.

"Lieutenant Colonel, what should I do?" After the fight, the soldier suddenly felt refreshed, and even his usual hostile attitude towards the gendarmes disappeared for a while.

"Take him back to the military department."

"Wait!" Layla hurriedly stopped.

"Lieutenant Colonel Hamel, can you let him go?"

Although she also wanted to teach Joan a lesson, what would the Malukar family think if Hamel really threw Joan into the gendarme, and if he didn't die, he would lose half his life?

Hamel looked at Layla, then subconsciously looked back at the car.

Follow Hamel's gaze and look inside the car.

[Not wearing a military uniform, ordinary people? Layla quickly made a judgment in her mind.

Coup d'état, well, they call it a revolution. After the revolution, the military department also received a lot of non-soldiers, and for a while she couldn't judge the identity and purpose of the other party.

It's just that the people in the car seem to notice the gaze, turn their heads and smile at the two and wave.

[He seems to have seen it somewhere]

The face that turned around gave Layla a sense of déjà vu.

"Let him go!" Just as Layla was about to think for a while, Hamel suddenly spoke.

Hearing the lieutenant colonel's order, the soles of the soldier's boots were clearly imprinted on Joan's buttocks.

"Get out! Don't let us see you again! ”

"Damn, remember me!" Amid the soldiers' laughter, Joan fled.

"Thank you very much, Lieutenant Colonel Hamel."

"It's duty." With that, Lieutenant Colonel Hamel had already gotten back into the car.

"Where do you think you've seen that person?"

Looking at the departing car, Layla was still haunted by it. Her instincts told her that this person was markedly different from the other hosts.

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Well, to add. The comrades who are not there mentioned in the previous chapter are fighting on the front line, and those in the rear basically don't have to worry about dying. (The screenwriter wants to slap me in the face in the future, and I can't do it anymore.) ）

Regarding Layla's personality, I will do a special analysis in the next chapter, so I won't waste words here.

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