Since there is no justice in such a big, high, and bright world, then I will exchange my life for a bright future! Lao Han gently dialed the 95-sudden safety, and his arm exerted force slightly. He stared at the emperor who seemed to be loudly reprimanding the prince, and his eyes had already turned into countless bullets, and the people on the stage were dressed like honeycomb coals.

He had to be fast! He could feel the snipers on standby at the commanding heights around him. Lao Han himself can not want this old life, but those bastards on the stage must pay for their lives! A breeze blew, and Lao Han was already ready to hold the gun.

At that time, the audience heard a scream, and then a roar? "Dog X, you return my wife, you return my daughter!" Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Immediately, 95 suddenly made an earth-shattering sound of popping beans at the venue. Before the crowd next to him could react, Lao Han had already dropped his rifle and ran wildly towards the priest who was still being looked around and inspected by several people.

"Hole, anomalous target, did you shoot and kill?"

"Hole two, no. Keep watching. The sniper, known as the cave man, silently withdrew his deep eyes from behind the scope, and the old Han who was running wildly in the open space was once his comrade-in-arms who was crawling side by side in the northwest. He sniffed and continued to whisper into the microphone:

"All note, no shooting is allowed at the target of the army's green coat. Repeated, no shooting is allowed at the target of the army green coat. ”

In the midst of the screaming and confusion of the audience, all the soldiers tightened their weapons and watched as the poor father ran wild on his path of revenge. Before Miss Priest could recover from the situation, she was rushed to the distance like a whirlwind and drank everyone around her, and Lao Han was nailed to a wheelchair in Type 92.

Although he had hung up empty, Lao Han still kept pressing the trigger for a long time with empty eyes, and he knelt on the ground. The expected death did not come. The pistol slipped from his hand and fell heavily into the dirt with tears.

The Imperial side is already in chaos. Emperor Charles was shot in the thigh, and the bleeding had been stopped by the guards. Two ministers and three attendants were apparently killed on the spot, and one Praetorian Guard looked like he was dying. As for the culprit, the prince was just frightened.

The new district party quickly gathered the big stall and prepared to slip away. I don't sign the treaty anymore, and I'm here anyway. Since the Elta Empire can't even do the most basic things about returning people, then please pay a greater price to understand how important people are. The stick is in my hand, and the carrot is in my hand, and you can see for yourselves.

The fighter squadron that had been in the air in advance finally appeared in the sky over Garcia, hovering and escorting the helicopter group that was still in the air. From inside the city to outside the city, everyone looked intently at the iron bird that was circling. The moment they burst through the clouds, any resistance from Garcia City was meaningless. The phrase "the good attacker moves above the nine heavens" is applicable everywhere, and it is also applicable in other worlds. Garcia's pawns and mages could only watch as these rotary-wing demons departed one by one.

Old Han sat in front of Yunzhi's window and stared blankly at Garcia. The capital, which to him symbolized sin and sorrow, was leaving him, and if he could, he hoped that he would never see this place again for the rest of his life, or that someone would help him wipe this sad place off the face of the earth. The ice coffin behind it was the last thing he could see his relatives, but Lao Han didn't look back until he was taken off the helicopter.

In the distance, over Garcia, fighter jets with fuel left over the town unleashed sonic booms and jamming bombs. Outside the main entrance, after the two helicopters climbed, one dropped the blood of the priest, and the other washed the landing point with 23mm guns and rockets, and gave Elta and the Bimoon Church they didn't know a fashionable cremation service, plus a full set of grave helicopters and funeral fireworks, and very conscientiously did not charge funeral expenses.

What they didn't know was that the only rune technique that had closed the door had also disappeared in the flames. The soldiers at the gate hunched down in surprise and horror as the black demon continued to unleash his anger on the stand-in. Behind the city gate is Garcia, the capital of Elta, who has become a headless fly.

Although the old emperor Charles was bandaged in time, the thigh that had been punched out of the hole was still tearing the heart and creating painful nerve currents. Lying on his big bed and touching his beard, Charles clearly hadn't come to his senses yet, and what was going on today. Even if he is a calculating man, he needs some time to think about what to do if something goes wrong. No matter what he thinks, at least the political function on Garcia's side will soon be over. The thunder that his son caused this time hit his father's back impartially.

Lao Han closed his eyes and lay in the ambulance, and in front of him was the early summer breeze in North China. The last time he left here, he could still hold hope in the midst of difficulties, but when he returned to his hometown, he was left with nothing but despair. He can't die, and his revenge has been avenged, but the situation of him being alone has not changed. The higher authorities were not prepared to punish him, and after simply hearing the news, he and the soldiers who were subdued by him, and even the special combat team members who turned a blind eye, were not punished in any way.

The short news sent by the front-end reporter was simply vigorous, and successfully shifted the focus of the entire network to this sudden incident. For a time, radical statements flooded all kinds of media, not to mention comments such as "bulldozing Elta" and "even if it is far away, it will be punished".

There are even citizens who have begun to pray for the blessings of the victims and donate money to their families...... In such an atmosphere, of course, no one would go to the world's condemnation to punish these people. What's more, Elta actually blatantly executed innocent civilians before returning them, which is fundamentally against the bottom line of humanity. If they are punished even the slightest, I am afraid that public opinion that cannot find an outlet will be poured on the heads of the new district and the working group.

The harsh winter is coming, and Charles's situation is still not improving. He was already deciding his succession. The shrapnel deep in the thigh could not be removed, and to make matters worse, the infection from the trauma could not be eradicated. Even freezing his leg with cryomagic would only slow down time, and in the end, Charles would have to amputate his leg if he wanted to survive.

Charles's own physical condition is not optimistic. His face was pale, and he could only dictate to his close ministers to write letters. Elta's fortunes have taken a turn for the worse, and now it's finally time for the palace to change owners.