Jeremiah stood on Sunderland, in an unusually good mood, but he still tried to restrain his feelings and not let the smile appear on his face.

This is a painful moment, he is now the escort officer who killed His Highness's prisoner, and he must remain strict, preferably with grief and indignation.

HITV's camera car was following his Sunderland, and several cameras mounted on the roof of the car were giving him a close-up, if nothing else, and now he had to show himself as a leader.

Suzaku was tied to the roof of the escort vehicle in front of him in a kneeling position, and his hands were tied behind his back.

In order to prevent him from saying anything unrecognizable, an electric shock device was put around his neck, which was directly linked to his vocal cords.

The sides of the main road were already crowded with Britannians in sight, and when the escort passed in front of them, the angry crowd would always fly out of the angry crowd and throw them at the dying scapegoat.

Jeremia frowned as she looked at a tomato stuck to her shiny Sunderland.

I wish they were on the right track.

Jeremiah's eyes swept to a figure carrying a camera on the roof of the camera next to him, who seemed to be trying to give him a close-up, and he gave Jeremiah a thumbs up, seemingly pleased with the grief of his frown.

Jeremiah's brow furrowed even tighter.

Diethart Lead.

This guy blackmailed himself yesterday, he got a hush money from him on the grounds that he knew about His Highness's death and wanted to report to his country, and at the same time got the right to broadcast the whole process exclusively on this ground.

I don't know which bastard leaked it to him, but the bastard who leaked the secret must have gotten his share, and now he's hiding in a corner, secretly drooling and counting the bills.

When this is over, we must find out that damn leaker!

Two million, which is just a little drizzle leaking out of the fingers for the military department, which is never short of money.

His Royal Highness's memorial activities, the escort of the Shumu Suzaku has been prepared, and then it will be good as long as it is released beautifully, and it is helpless to be knocked by him at this juncture, and now it is better to have more than one thing, but in the future, it is indispensable to find trouble with this ponytail man.

Million? That's all Diethardt is all about! Doesn't he know the consequences of going against himself, the future power of District 11?

It can be regarded as his promise, and after receiving the money, he did not report on His Highness's affairs.

Now these are harmless, as long as he completes tonight's performance, then his ability will definitely be affirmed by his country, and the cleaning in the military headquarters of the 11th district has been basically completed, and the road in front of him is bright!

A look of depression flashed across Jeremia's face, and he regained his previous good mood.

The screens on the buildings around the street are playing His Royal Highness's memorial program, of course, this is also from HITV, or the hand of the blonde ponytail man, although this guy is indeed a money fan who does not know whether to live or die, but judging from the sensational effect of the program, he still has considerable ability.

With the female anchor's commentary, the camera is constantly interspersed with pictures of His Royal Highness Cullovis before his death.

When the camera cuts to the scene of Cullovis inspecting the orphanage, the childish voices of the children and the gentle smile of His Highness finally push the anger of the crowd to the top. If it weren't for the cordon on both sides of the street and the barricade of soldiers, the people who had lost their minds would have rushed up and tore him apart.

People threw an object that could be removed at hand at the sinner kneeling on the roof of the car, including high heels and a cell phone.

That's for the best.

The more angry the people of the empire became, the more heinous the Suzaku was, and the more heroic and martial His Highness Cullovis became, the more he was credited to the Earl of Jeremia's borders.

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"Fanaticism is a contagion, I see・・・・・・・"

The Elanton Guò telescope on the ramp in the distance looked at this qiē thoughtfully.

Even from such a distance, you can still feel the manic aura emanating from the crowd, which is a strange feeling, chaotic, irrational, but with a terrible cohesion, as if tens of thousands of people were being controlled by a crazy soul at the same time.

It stands to reason that the ordinary people of Britannia are in awe of the royal family, and it is far from being loved. Not to mention the aristocracy, I don't know how many meat jokes and yellow jokes are based on the aristocracy

Circle. But at this moment, the people's appearance was as if they were dead relatives, almost like Cullovis was really a good governor who loved his people like a son.

Is this the collective heart of humanity? As long as there is one who takes the lead and gives them a reasonable outlet, then the people will burst out of that outlet of all their anger.

"It's really, the perfect place to be a 'fire.'"

At this time, Ilan was sitting on a black motorcycle, and the back seat of the car was tied with a blue package with a length of one person, which seemed to be very heavy, and he himself was wearing a black leather coat, and a black helmet was hung on the rearview mirror of the motorcycle - this head-to-toe outfit was of course from Lelouch's strong request.

"Because it's the Black Knights・・・・・・" Little Whitefur muttered to himself.

Ilan himself is a very few, and even one can even say that he is never excited, and the reason why Lelouch evaluates him as "one hundred and twenty percent around the clock" is that Ilan can completely ignore the interference of external objects and deal with any emergencies coldly.

So he can't understand what fanaticism is, in his eyes this is a hot-blooded idiot, this is the prelude to becoming cannon fodder.

This is his strongest point, which allows him to maximize his own abilities, even in an overwhelming adverse situation, to quickly make the wisest choice, using the conditions available to him to reverse the defeat or create a chance to escape.

But in some cases, it became his weakness, such as inciting a group of enthusiastic young people to make a revolution last year or something.

This kind of thing really has to be left to Lelouch・・・・・・

"ZERO, I'VE ARRIVED AT THE DESIGNATED LOCATION."

Ilan pulled up his collar and said into the microphone pinned to it.

"It's almost done here, in less than five minutes."

"Understood."

Elan clicked a few times on the micropad on his wrist and dialed another number. Then he pointed the telescope again at the radio broadcast car in the distance.

Moments later, the ponytail man with the camera pulled out his phone and clipped it around his neck.

"Who?" Diethart's voice came from Ellan's headset.

"Mr. Lead."

"It's you?!"

The man in the distance immediately pressed his phone tightly to his head.

"Are you about to start?"

He had already followed Ilan's request, and the lion opened his mouth to get the right to broadcast live, and his professional instinct told him that the mysterious assassin was going to make a big move under his camera tonight.

"Yes."

"Need my cooperation?"

Diethardt, as expected, is a smart man, but he is not so smart that he can't control it.

"Then what's going on, if you expose me, where will you get inside information in the future?"

"So I'm now..."

"You just do what you do best, and this is the big news you've been waiting for."

Elan looked up at the big screen, waiting for the signal to act.

"Mr. Lead, you're an expert in communications, what do you think of the 'leader'? Well, to be precise, 'revolutionary leaders', from a propaganda point of view. ”

"What?"

"Charisma, incredibleness, and a reasonable and easy-to-understand logic of behavior are all essential, right?"

"Well, yes, there should be some self-sacrifice, and of course, this sacrifice is also to be presented to the audience."

"Well, that's fine."

Ilan repeated tonight's plan in her mind.

"By the way, how is that female anchor relationship with you? It's the one on the screen, is it the type that will resist? ”

"What?" Diethardt didn't react.

"This is our first time on the show, and if we see blood, it will leave a bad impression on the audience, right?"

"What are you talking about? ・・・Wait! Do you want to..."

At this moment, a gunshot suddenly came from the screen on the building, and the female anchor was startled, hurriedly looked out of the camera, and her face instantly turned pale. She trembled and raised her hands as she stepped back from the frame.

The unknown crowd on the street was in a commotion, and Jeremiah hurriedly ordered his men to stop and look up at the big screen.

Elan put on his helmet.

Lelouch they've already done it, and now it's time for him to play.

Elan glanced at the dark blue package behind her.

The money that has just arrived is about to be spent before it is hot, but then again, is there a better time than now?

After confirming that it was correct, he nodded, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the rear wheels of the motorcycle spun violently, rubbing against the ground and letting out a piercing scream, and after its owner released the brakes, it rushed headlong into the main road, heading straight for Jeremia's escort convoy.

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On the screen, the staff of the TV station lined up with their heads in their hands, and several gun-wielding men in black uniforms covered the upper half of their faces.

A man in a black helmet sat down in the anchor's seat by himself, adjusted his posture slightly, crossed his hands in front of him, and looked down at the crowd below.

"Good evening, everyone from Britannia. You can call me ZERO. ”

A deep male voice came from the huge screens around them.

“ZERO？” "Terrorists hijacked the TV station?" “eleven？” "Actually, in the memorial program of His Highness..."

The crowd that saw this scene immediately looked at each other, and there was a buzzing sound on both sides of the road.

"The TV station was taken over by terrorists?!" Jeremiah hurriedly asked the entourage beside him. "Send someone there to control the situation! No, find a way to cut off the TV signal first! ”

"But Jeremia, they have hostages..."

"No matter what! Now go to the TV station and cut off the signal! ”

Jeremiah's head was sweating.

What's going on?! At this critical juncture, he was actually intervened by terrorists, or in the memorial program of His Highness, on the way to escort the prisoners, if this was seen by the country, then...

"Jeremia, what are you doing here? Don't care about the lives of these people? The man who called himself ZERO sneered.

Can he hear it?!

Jeremia immediately looked around, only to find the blonde ponytail man carrying the camera, slapping him straight in the face! Not only that, but he also excitedly commanded his subordinates to look around for a better angle, and his voice must have only been transmitted back to the broadcast studio by this group of people!

"Diethart! What are you doing?! ”

The media maniac continued to give close-ups of Jeremiah's face, and the more the other party looked like he wanted to eat him, the more excited he became. What are you kidding, this is a once-in-a-lifetime dramatic scene, and it is better to kill him with one shot if he stops filming!

"Well, let your men come here, if they find out what you're doing, you can still command them."

"What did you say?!"

Do it yourself? What is he saying?

"Anyway, I'm a trustworthy person, and I brought what you wanted."

As ZERO's words fell, a black motorcycle slowly stopped at the front of the convoy.

The man in the car was tightly wrapped from head to toe, and after he stopped the car, he dragged a blue bag from the car, and dragged the handle of the bag until about ten meters in front of the convoy, and threw it at his feet. The bag made a muffled sound when it came into contact with the ground, and it seemed to be heavy.

Everyone was confused, except for Diethardt, whose heart stopped for a moment, and he immediately pointed the camera at the ominous blue bag.

This must be what was in that photo yesterday!

"I may be a terrorist in your eyes, but I've done much cleaner than your Jeremia bordermen."

The crowd immediately looked at Jeremia with confusion in their eyes.

"What do you mean?!" Jeremy yelled at the screen in a hurry.

"Jeremia, you've disappointed me so much. Originally, the deal ended when the things were delivered to us, but your shamelessness made me change my mind. ”

ZERO PAUSED.

"I've decided to take the Suzaku with me now."

Suzaku raised his head in shock, and just as he was about to say something, a sharp pain came from his throat.

The crowd stopped exploding, and the tidal wave of chattering flooded the streets, this ZERO, he actually wanted to take away the murderer who killed His Highness Cullovis!

"How could I possibly hand over His Highness's murderer to a terrorist?!" As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the four Sunderlands got the signal and quickly fell from the transport plane above, instantly surrounding the man in black.

Four rifles used against Knightmare were pointed at the figure at his feet at the same time.

The man in black shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care, and put his hands in his pockets.

"Jeremia, I advise you to calm down, if you don't want me to tell everyone the truth about Shinjuku, release Suzaku now and let him go with my people."

Shinjuku!

Jeremiah froze for a moment.

Shinjuku, there are terrorists, is this ZERO ・・・・・・

"You and I both know that Culovis wasn't killed by the Pivot, do we?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

In any case, this ZERO has no evidence at all, as long as he doesn't admit it, then who will believe the words of a terrorist who doesn't even dare to leak his face?

"Whatever you say, test my goods a priori."

When the man in black heard this, he immediately leaned over and unzipped the bag, and then dragged it out with great difficulty・・・・・・・・・

A corpse?!

It's actually a corpse in there?!

Everyone held their breath.

That's what ZERO is talking about?

The man in black lifted him up with the corpse's back collar and reached out to remove the long golden hair that was blocking him.

Diethardt's whole body trembled, and he even had trouble breathing, but he managed to focus the camera on the corpse's face.

At this moment, he had a feeling of dying without regrets.

That's the news!

"Since you won't admit it, then I'll let everyone see it." ZERO SNAPPED HIS FINGERS AS HE SPOKE.

The scene cuts to Diethardt's camera.

The crowd that had been chaotic instantly fell silent.

Although he had been dead for a long time, his face was pale, and there was a bullet hole in the temple of the deceased.

But they won't be mistaken.

It's a face they see on TV almost every day.

"His Highness Cullovis?!"