The moment Edward woke up, he felt a pain in his neck.

Gradually becoming conscious, Edward began to remember what had just happened.

The 'Minister of Kincha' arrived at the police station.

Then, in the name of assisting in the investigation, let him go to the barracks.

Edward was not surprised.

It has been rumored before that this 'minister of the imperial mission' is dissatisfied with his 'unfavorable work'.

So, assisting in the investigation or something, naturally, is fake.

It's true that you have to take the blame on him!

Edward knew this.

And he was prepared.

It's a big deal to take off your uniform and go home to inherit my father's factory.

But contrary to Edward's imagination, as soon as he got into the car of the 'Chancellor', he was directly stunned.

The feeling of a military stun gun hitting the neck is definitely not something ordinary people are willing to try.

Not only pain, but also the slightest carelessness is death.

Even those who are really familiar with it have a hard time controlling this.

And this also represents the true attitude of the 'Imperial Minister'!

He doesn't care if he lives or dies!

Murderous intent towards him!

Almost instantly, Edward, who had awakened to consciousness, sorted it all out.

Then, he moved his hands and feet slightly.

He wants to test whether he is in bondage.

Unexpectedly, Edward found that his hands and feet were not tied, and his body was not bound without any ropes.

"Are you awake?"

A familiar voice sounded.

That 'Imperial Minister'!

Edward, who had been recognized, was not pretending, he opened his eyes, and then, moving his aching neck, he was quickly adjusting his state, but the situation in front of him was somewhat unexpected.

It's a tent.

Marching tents to be exact.

Edward, who came from the army, was all too familiar with all this.

However, compared to the marching tent that Edward knew, this one was much more luxurious.

Not only is there a thick carpet on the floor, but there are also furniture carved on solid wood around it, and on a round table, there are fruits that are rarely seen in winter and something covered with black silk cloth, which I don't know what it is.

And the 'minister' sat at the round table, opposite him.

The other party held a cup of coffee in his hand, and the spoon stirred slowly, and when the thick air of the coffee rose, it shrouded the other party's face.

It's vague, but it seems to have a sense of distortion.

Call!

The 'Imperial Minister' blew a breath, and the heat of the coffee was suddenly blown away, revealing the other party in a red suit, his long golden hair running down his cheeks, his narrow blue eyes looking at him with a hint of a smile, his white trench coat hanging aside, and his sheathed sword with a gauntlet standing under the hanger.

"Very good physical fitness."

"If you go through real training, I'm afraid you can become one of the official members of the 'Ghost Squad'."

"I kind of regret picking you now."

The other party said with a smile.

Pick me?

What do you mean?

Edward frowned.

The 'Chancellor' continued to smile and explain to Edward.

"Why do you think you became the leader of the New Tak City Special Operations Group?"

"Why you, and not anyone else?"

"Just because Maika was your former instructor?"

"Isn't it?"

Edward asked, curly, with a stiff neck.

This action made his neck, which had just been clicked, more and more painful, but Edward endured it and did not make a sound.

"Of course not."

"I need someone related to Maika."

"But I need someone who usually shows integrity and fairness."

The smile on the corner of the other party's mouth suddenly brightened.

It's different from what I used to be.

This time, the smile is from the heart.

But because of this, Edward's hairs stood on end.

Malicious!

Undisguised malice!

It's like a poisonous snake popping out of the bushes, not only hideous, but also extremely deadly.

Looking at Edward's stiff face, the 'Imperial Minister' smiled brighter and brighter.

He continued:

"People, it's always like this."

"They worship the noble, but they also like the noble to become inferior and inferior to themselves."

"It's human nature."

"And I, on the other hand, just obeyed their nature and let them see what they were happy to see—how an upright and impartial person degraded step by step, blinded the heroic 'ghost squad', and made them commit a lot of crimes."

Speaking of this, the 'Imperial Minister' took a sip of coffee.

"Nonsense!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

"No one will believe it."

Edward couldn't hold back any longer, roaring angrily.

"Shh

The minister held the coffee in his left hand, pinched the small soup spoon with the thumb and middle finger of his right hand, raised his index finger, put it to his mouth, and made a silent gesture.

"You don't need to judge such things."

"Rather, leave it to others, to those who are foolish."

"They will make you understand what true 'justice' is."

As he spoke, the minister put down the coffee in his hand, and instead of putting it in the cup, the small spoon was upside down in the plate, with the spoon raised upwards.

He straightened his red suit slightly, and spoke again in a hurry.

"I regretted choosing you a little before."

"Now?"

"I don't regret it."

"Because you're so stupid."

"I've told you enough, but you're entangled in some side effects, don't you wonder why I have the ability to make you the leader of the Special Operations Group?"

The other party looked at Edward playfully.

It looked like some feline was teasing its prey.

Excited and ...... Cruel.

"Why?"

Edward asked, clenching his fists.

"Because I'm Motous!"

"Brigadier General Motous!"

"The former commander of the 'Ghost Squad'!"

The 'Imperial Minister' finally gave the answer.

When he heard the name Motous, Edward was completely stunned.

Because, in the information he knew, the reason why the 'Ghost Squad' was considered a betrayal was because they killed their direct commander, Motous.

But the person in front of him claimed to be Motous.

That betrayal naturally does not exist.

If the betrayal didn't exist, all subsequent actions of the 'Ghost Squad' would have been at their disposal.

Swindle!

Great scam!

The other party has arranged such a big game!

It's for, it's for......

Dawn. House Pruss!

Although the specific situation, Edward did not know.

However, he was sixty percent sure that the Motous in front of him was for the dawn. House Pruss!

In the same way, such a useful tool as the 'Ghost Squad' naturally cannot be given up!

Naturally, you need a person who takes the blame.

And he's the one who took the blame!

The one who was chosen to take the blame from the beginning!

Call!

Edward, who had figured out the general situation, let out a long breath, and-

Pounce on Motous!

Although Edward is stubborn most of the time, he is definitely not a pedantic person.

Others have already calculated him in every possible way.

He's not going to be beaten anymore.

Hijack each other, get out of here, and make plans again!

With this thought in his heart, Edward pounced forward unchanged, raised his right hand and grabbed Motous's throat.

Edward had considerable confidence in his own blow.

In addition to shooting, his martial arts skills are also quite superb.

Even when I came to New Delok City, I didn't fall behind and trained every day.

It's just that......

Such a blow missed.

Motous, who was clearly in front of him, disappeared from his field of vision, and then, his knee socket suddenly hurt.

Syllable!

With a crisp click, Motous retracted his toes.

And Edward was already on one knee.

"Thank me."

"In order to make the 'sacrifice' complete."

"I didn't kick your knees."

As he said this, the 'Chancellor' raised his kick and slapped Edward in the face.

Edward tumbled into the corner of the tent, and the minister re-seated.

He looked at Edward, who was struggling to get up in the corner of the tent, but couldn't get up, and couldn't help but laugh again.

"Do you really think it's careless for me to let you 'move freely'?"

"What an ignorant reckless man."

"That's the difference between us, why I'm a brigadier general, controlling everything, and you're just a pawn who has been abandoned at will."

Edward wanted to retort at the other man's words.

But the kick just now not only made him dizzy, but more importantly, made his whole mouth numb, as if he had lost consciousness, not to mention speaking, Edward knew that the lower part of his cheek was gone.

But the minister paid no attention to Edward, and the other party turned slightly, raised his hand and tore off the black silk cloth covering the fruit bowl on the round table.

Slipped silently, and what was under the silk cloth was finally revealed to Edward's vision.

Crystal ball?!

Edward was stunned.

He had never imagined that he would see something like a crystal ball in a military tent.

"You're really not smart."

"What are the glasses you wear?"

"Is it just to make yourself look smarter and more temperamental?"

The minister shook his head, helplessness on his face.

Edward's performance made him feel very unfulfilled.

What he wants to see more is the horror of the other party after learning everything.

Instead of being sluggish and overwhelmed like now.

"'Sacrifice'!"

"Dawn. The Pruss family is a 'sacrifice'! ”

"It's hard to find a 'sacrifice' with a long history and a long bloodline, Dawn. The House of Pruss was chosen by me, and they met all the requirements of 'the One'. ”

"It's a pity that there are too few of them."

"I had to lay them out, to bring them together."

"Thankfully, I'm doing well."

The 'Imperial Minister' seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, he added.

"Of course, you are also a 'sacrifice'."

"However, compared to the sacrifice and the 'one,' you, the one who sacrifices to the fools, is only the 'sacrifice' of the 'sacrifices'."

"Who's 'that'?"

Edward, who had finally regained consciousness slightly, asked directly.

And such a question made the 'minister of the imperial mission' couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"I like to talk to smart people."

"You're so stupid."

"Or are you blind and deaf? I don't even know what has happened in the last 5 years? ”

The other party did not give an answer, only a slight reminder, and looked at Edward expectantly.

And this time, Edward finally came to his senses.

He thought of rumors that five years ago, in October PY81, a huge phantom appeared in the sky over the 'Blue Bridge Blockade', and it was said that the phantom was so large that it spanned the entire battlefield, and witnesses on both sides died within a week.

Then, Edward thought of something, and his face changed abruptly.

"You have betrayed humanity!"

Edward growled.

"Betrayal?"

"No, no, no."

"It's just a roundabout rescue."

"I'm just using my own way to save the world, and narrow-sighted people like you won't understand, so ...... You should be the 'sacrifice' of the 'sacrifice'. ”

The 'Imperial Minister' smiled, and with a hint of fault on his face, it was not me, but yours.

"Do you think you're going to make it?"

Edward asked.

"Of course!"

"Or do you think that subordinate of yours is careless on my part?"

"It is naturally not enough for you to become the 'sacrifice' of the 'sacrifice' alone, there should be other people as well."

"For example: that Jason?"

As soon as the 'Imperial Minister' finished speaking, an angry Edward pounced again.

But the next moment, he was kicked away again.

Looking at Edward, who had once again rolled into the corner of the tent, Motous paid no further attention.

Because, at this time, a winter thunder blasted the sky.

Thundered!

The sudden winter thunder made Motous raise his head.

"Do you hear that?"

"Even the heavens are saluting me."

"I am destined to be the one who will create the 'new world.'"

"And you?"

"It is destined to be written into the history books and nailed to the pillar of shame in history."

Motous shouted with his hands raised, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if enjoying the moment, and the smile on his face tended to be sickly.

It took a dozen seconds for Motous to put his hands down.

He looked at Edward again, who had struggled to his feet from the corner of the tent, only to stumble to the ground again.

Bah!

Unable to speak, Edward spat at Motous, expressing his anger.

But it was easily dodged by Motous.

And at this time, the crystal ball on the table lit up.

Inside the crystal ball, the dawn appeared. Taydi, the patriarch of the House of Pruss.

This middle-aged man was leading a full 30 people to arrange an intricate secret technique.

Seeing this scene, Motous couldn't hold back any longer, and he laughed.

Everything was as he expected.

Just when he was about to wait patiently, suddenly—

Bang bang bang!

Boom Boom!

Fierce gunfire and explosions were heard.

"What's going on?"

Motous asked with a frown.

"Report to Your Excellency Brigadier General, there has been an attack on the barracks!"

"However, it has been repulsed!"

"We've also captured a captive!"

The herald replied.

Then, the flowery Griffin was pushed in.

When he heard the gunshots, Edward's heart rose to his throat, and he subconsciously thought of Little Bancy.

With little Bancy's impulse, he will definitely be able to do something that hits a stone with an egg.

Moreover, Xiao Banxi's usual collection also gave him the courage to do so.

Therefore, when he saw Griffin, Edward was a little surprised, but then he was moved and annoyed.

He was touched that Griffin would come to his rescue.

He was annoyed that Griffin would come to his rescue.

"What are you doing?"

Edward yelled at Griffin, but his eyes were red.

He knew what would happen to the captured Griffin.

"When I retreated, I broke my foot."

Griffin gave an embarrassed look, still as unreliable as ever.

"You, you ......"

"I owe you."

Edward glared at Griffin, and eventually, a thousand words turned into an apology.

He's really sorry.

He didn't think he could repay Griffin for saving him with his life.

This made Edward more and more remorseful.

Looking at this scene, Motous couldn't help laughing out loud again.

"Hahaha!"

"Stupid Edward."

"Stupidity is contagious."

"You're a fool, and so are your friends!"

Such laughter made Griffin raise his eyebrows.

"Yes, a fool's friend is a fool."

"And what about the fool's enemy?"

"Isn't it a fool?"

"It must be!"

"Moreover, you new fool will definitely be pulled to the same starting line by us, and then defeated by us with our rich experience!"

Griffin nodded again and again, and said defiantly.

"Beat me?"

With a cold face, Motous walked over to Griffin and kicked Griffin to the ground.

Then, he stepped on Griffin's cheek and asked word by word.

"How can you beat me now?"

"Let him go!"

Edward looked at Griffin, who was being stepped on his cheek, and immediately rushed to Motous.

It's a pity that such an impact is useless.

Motous dodged the impact with a single dodge, and at the same time, kicked Edward down again.

Moreover, it is skillful.

He deliberately caused Edward to fall on top of Griffin.

And then?

He stepped on both of them with one foot.

Edward was trampled on his back, and the suffocation made his eyes black.

The same force permeated Griffin's body.

However, Edward noticed that Griffin was actually laughing.

Yes.

Griffin was laughing.

There was a smile of lightness in it.

Motous couldn't see a smile like that.

All he saw was two poor worms that he had guessed at his feet.

He only saw his own victory.

He only saw his future.

Thundered!

Another winter thunder.

In the midst of this winter thunder, the high-spirited Motous raised his head and roared.

"I am the king of the world!"

High-pitched, excited voices echoed through the tent.

Winter thunder is one after another.

Thundered!

Thundered!

This made Motous even more excited.

He was immersed in the salute that Heaven had given him.

He didn't notice a bulge in the tent in front of him.

The next moment-

Bulge cracked!

A tall figure with a broad-bladed short-handled machete had burst into the tent.

The blade in his hand sank directly into Motous's chest.

Burst!