The military department was completely paralyzed.

Shinjuku, Jeremia, Saitama, kidnapping, coercion, these things have already made them anxious.

And just the day before yesterday, Major General May actually openly ordered to shoot at the demonstrators.

The country's army, in front of the cameras, openly slaughtered its own citizens.

What the hell is going on·····

Is the world crazy?

Two full days have passed since the incident, and the storm of public opinion has become more and more intense. Citizens who watched the beginning but didn't see the end went online to seek the truth. It doesn't matter if you can't find it, as long as you send out the words "where to look" on the forum, there will immediately be enthusiastic netizens who will post more than a dozen overseas websites, doing their best to spread the truth.

The Internet can't be blocked, as long as you think, netizens will always figure out how to get information.

Such an information blockade will only have the opposite effect. The current situation is like covering your ears and stealing the bell, the emperor's new clothes. Everyone knows what you did, but the military department is still deceiving itself and covering up your own shame. It will only make the ugliness of the military department even more ugly.

With Jeremiah's experience, the public's trust in the military department has fallen to the bottom, and now it has directly pierced the table and turned into a negative number.

The day after the incident, the front page of the newspaper was only three letters.

Oversized fonts take up the entire space.

WHY?

Naked and straightforward, leaving no room for questions.

The day after the military headquarters issued the gag order in a frustration, the three letters turned blood-red and stubbornly appeared on the front page, surrounded by large headposts of the deceased.

When I opened the newspaper A, the military department's gag order was published word for word in the original text. There's a lot of "you're either going to kill me, or you're going to give me an explanation."

Why kill them?

They're just a bunch of kids.

They have parents, relatives, friends, classmates.

Their lives are just beginning······

Why... Want to kill them?

The newspaper's reporters and editors looked at the fat-headed, big-eared president sitting behind his desk with adoring eyes.

I really can't see that this guy, who has always been spineless and only looks forward to the military department, is such a gentleman at a critical moment!

This is the real man!

But they didn't notice that there was a faint red light around the president's pupils.

Not only the people, but also the Internet, the media, and these staunch allies of the military department have all defected, and all the guns are pointed at the military department. The wind of public opinion has never been so unified.

This time is different.

This is no longer the human rights of foreign races, and terrorism is right or wrong.

Our army, the soldiers we pay to feed, openly slaughter our children in full view of everyone and in broad daylight!

Our children!

Unforgivable······

Absolutely unforgivable!

Area 11 was paralyzed. Government departments, business institutions, manufacturing and production, almost at the same time completely crashed.

Sue sù me

Why?!

Otherwise, everyone will not live!

The generals, under the weight of public opinion, finally collapsed.

why？

I want to know why, too!

I really want to know what the hell Jeremy May took the wrong medicine to do such a crazy thing!

Is it his wife who steals people?! Is it his son who shakes his head**, is his daughter unexpectedly pregnant?!

Did you go to the hospital and have a malignant tumor and want to drag the whole world to bury him?!

I'd love to give you an explanation!!

It's too late to say anything.

After giving that damn order, Jeremy May vanished. Now it is impossible to put all the blame on him.

This qiē was the personal behavior of Major General Mei and had nothing to do with the military department.

Well, what about others? We want to hear what he has to say.

Gone······

··· Are you an idiot when we are?!

The generals and staff officers were anxious like ants on a hot pot, and there were huge differences of opinion, and there were constant quarrels. Some suspect that there are internal ghosts in the military department, and they are clamoring for internal purges. Some muscular heads slapped the table, and they didn't do anything endlessly, what's wrong with the suppression?! It's all come to this point, just suppress it to the end!

The people's disdainful eyes made the muscular head sit back stupidly.

Some people believe that it is necessary to appease public opinion first, and in any case, the top priority now is to find a scapegoat. Gagged him, tied him up in public, and let people throw stones to their heart's content. When they finished venting, they dragged it back and killed them, and everyone was happy.

No, it won't work either.

Mei's whereabouts are unknown, so it's easy to make a scapegoat, but in case Mei suddenly reappears at that time, patting her chest and saying, "It's obvious that Lao Tzu did it, what are you playing." "What?

With Jeremiah's experience, this scenario is highly likely. After this slap is removed, the military department will no longer have the face to mess around, so don't be a soldier, go home and farm······

Once again, the process of the meeting was stuck. A group of muscular men silently took out their cigarettes, and the attendants around them hurriedly handed over the lighters, and the smoke in the conference room suddenly filled the conference room.

Plums.

This guy is the dead end now, as long as this guy can't find it for a day, this matter can't be solved for a day.

Even if it's a corpse······

Just when the military department was helpless and miserable, people had already spontaneously taken to the streets.

Silently crossed the cordon and gathered in the square in front of the governor's palace that had not yet had time to clean up the bloodstains. Place a wreath, light a candle, clasp your hands in front of your chest, and pray for the deceased.

Some soldiers stepped forward to stop them, but the woman with a blank expression said, "I want to light a candle for my child, please don't kill me." The words were stunned on the spot, and his hands froze in the air.

The comrades beside him patted him on the shoulder, shook his head gloomily, and motioned for the poor mother to be let go.

The soldiers were ashamed and did not dare to stop it.

The cordon is virtually non-existent.

After a while, the square was crowded with people who came to mourn, and people quietly bowed their heads in silent mourning, quietly, and put pressure on the governor's palace in front.

This contagious atmosphere gradually infected the soldiers. A recruit, who looked young, suddenly with red eyes, walked quickly to the stone pillar with a yellow cordon, drew his dagger, and cut the rope that separated the living and the dead.

There was a kind of tacit understanding between the people and the soldiers.

At this moment, here and now, we stand together.

There are some things in this world that are more important than the so-called "orders".

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"Your Highness Cornelia."

Guildford stood behind the princess, looked at the black outside the window, and didn't know whether it was to mourn or demonstrate, and couldn't help but say worriedly.

"Those soldiers..."

"Let them go." Cornelia spoke impatiently.

As she spoke, Cornelia picked up another copy of the plan, and after only two pages, her face sank, and she crumpled it up and threw it on the floor of her office.

It's only been ten hours since I last cleaned it, and now the office has become a state where there is no room for feet.

Cornelia's mind wasn't on the crowd outside the window.

Now she has only one thing on her mind.

Autonomous regions.

The planning of the scope, the determination of the boundary, the census, the confirmation of identity, the registration of the household registration, the security measures at the border with the concession, etc., are just a small few. The real big deal is the concessionary clause against the Autonomous Region, the law, the rights of the citizens of the Autonomous Region, the status relationship between the Autonomous Region and the concessions, and the upper limit of the legislative power of the Autonomous Region······

These things have to be planned, modified, formulated, checked, and released from scratch one by one.

Moreover, it is still two districts at a time.

Normally, it would take at least a few years of brewing to create a special zone, and Cornelia had forced the time to compress to a week, which was too reluctant even with her ability. "Your Highness thinks twice" and other dissuasive voices are endless.

Cornelia turned a deaf ear to these voices.

Not only so that my sister can come back as soon as possible, but also afraid that it will change later.

Region 11 is so important that as long as the supply of Sakurashi remains in the hands of the Empire, then Britannia will always be invincible. Therefore, it is only a matter of time before the country intervenes after discovering the anomaly in Area 11. Before then, he had to get the two autonomous regions in place.

Cornelia smiled wryly.

He was reduced to working all night for a terrorist, without sleeping or eating. Is this really, how to say, to make people?

Now she doesn't have the time to care about any military scandals, demonstrations, such trivial things.

Clerical work really doesn't suit me, and now I want to vomit just by looking at paper. After this qiē, I will hurry back to the battlefield, where I will belong, and only in the world of guns and gunsmoke can I really breathe.

District 11?

Rescue my sister and kill ZERO, and after that, this place has nothing to do with me at all.

You can make as much trouble as you like.

"Your Highness the Princess!"

Guildford's hands pressed to his headset, and his eyes widened involuntarily as if he had heard something incredible.

"ZERO appeared... No, it's not clear if it's true or fake, but that style shouldn't be fake. ”

"What?"

Cornelia was shocked and immediately stood up, with a piercing killing intent in her eyes.

"Where?"

"Said it was in... On the square of the Doge's Palace······ Alone. ”

Guilford himself couldn't believe his words, and looked out the window hesitantly.

Conelia was stunned for a moment, then pushed him away, her hands on the windowsill, her sharp gaze scanning the crowd, and after a while she locked onto the dark figure.

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ZERO FOLLOWED THE NARROW PASSAGE THAT THE CROWD SPREAD OUT ON EITHER SIDE, DRAGGING THE HUGE BLUE POCKET AND WALKING TO THE CENTER OF THE SQUARE.

Ilan had already confirmed from a distance that Cornelia was in the Governor's Palace, so she blatantly appeared in the crowd, deliberately letting her see her.

The meaning conveyed is very obvious————Don't make a small move, your sister is still in my hands."

The crowd watched the terrorist in awe.

At this moment, this man is far more reassuring to them than a soldier.

He said that he was on the side of the people.

He said he would punish sinners.

And the blue bag is familiar to everyone. It had once contained the corpse of Culovis, and they couldn't forget it.

I guess that's what it is.

ZERO

Sure enough, he did it.

Wreaths, photographs, toys, letters, and candles. These things form a humble memorial in the center of the square,

ZERO PAUSED IN FRONT OF IT. Letting go of his hand, the pocket fell to the ground with a dull thud.

He took a rose from his bosom and leaned over to the ground.

Bow your head and stand there quietly.

People were also infected by this atmosphere, and silently lowered their heads, and there were tens of thousands of people in the huge square, without a single sound.

The Doge's Mansion was still silent—and the soldiers finally recovered from their shock, squeezing through the crowd with their hands and feet, surrounding Zero with their guns raised, pointed at his chest and abdomen.

ZERO still didn't react, just bowed his head there in silence, as if this was the most important thing in the world.

Of course, this is not the determination to sacrifice his life and death for Ilan.

He knew very well that he was perfectly safe in such crowded situations. As long as he took off his outfit in the chaos and blended into the crowd, the soldiers had nothing to do with him. Unless knightmare is dispatched, the civilians present will be shot with him.

But this option is even more unlikely.

Is that right? Sister Huang?

The Governor's Palace still didn't have any orders, and the soldiers were shocked by ZERO's aura, and their expressions were nervous, and they didn't know what to do with him for a while.

A hand rested on the shoulder of a soldier.

Looking back, it was the mother who had lost her child. She was looking at the soldier with pleading eyes.

"Please..."

The woman groaned for a long time and said it in a trembling voice.

"At least... Don't ······ here."

The soldier's heart was empty, and his mind went blank.

Then, another tall middle-aged Sven, relying on his height and strength, pushed off the shoulders of the two soldiers, stood behind ZERO, blocked their guns with his body, looked at them coldly through his glasses, and didn't say a word.

One, two, three. In the silence, more and more people gathered around ZERO.

The Britannian, for the sake of a terrorist, confronted the soldiers of his homeland and used his body to block the muzzle of the gun for him.

This kind of scene is probably unimaginable even for the craziest visionalist······

The soldiers looked at each other, and in their hearts heaven and man were at war and struggling.

What to do······

These people, these eyes.

These parents who have lost their children······

If you shoot, I'm afraid you'll be haunted by nightmares for the rest of your life.

No!

I'm a soldier!

Damn it! Damn it! I'm a soldier! And he's a damn terrorist!

If we hadn't shot, the generals would never have given us good fruit to eat! will be removed from the military, or even thrown into prison!

What the hell is the military department doing?! Hurry up and give the order!

Order me to shoot!

Damn it!

Why am I a soldier!

I...

"Don't sue me, you even sold your soul to the army."

As if knowing what they were thinking, ZERO spoke lightly, his voice as low and powerful as ever under the processing of the voice changer.

Several soldiers froze as if they had been hit by hammers.

"Thank you."

ZERO DIDN'T LOOK BACK, AND WHISPERED TO THE CITIZENS AFTER HIS DEATH.

Picking up the pocket, ZERO bypassed the small memorial and made his way to the flagpole in front of him, where the Britannian flag was waving in the wind.

Squatting down, he dragged Jeremy May's body out of his pocket———— and as everyone guessed, ZERO avenged everyone.

Sobbs were heard from the crowd.

Untie the rope and tie a knot around Mei's neck. THEN, ZERO STRAIGHTENED UP AND GRABBED THE OTHER END OF THE ROPE.

A handful, a handful, pulling the rope hard and firmly.

The corpse of the sinner slowly rose, and the flag of Britannia was lowered little by little.

People watched in silence at this alternative flag-raising ceremony.

The corpse of the sinner rose to the top, hanging in the air and swaying slightly.

Britannia's flag was ripped off by ZERO and stuffed into the arms of a bewildered soldier.

"Let's see for yourself."

ZERO SAID TO THE SOLDIER, NOT LOUD, BUT IN THE SILENT SQUARE, IT WAS CLEARLY HEARD IN EVERYONE'S EARS.

"You can choose to continue selling your soul for this kind of person. You can also puff up your chest and stand with everyone. ”