The next day, in the wake of the Polish government's scrutiny, Kasha discovered anomalous activity on the part of several members of the parliament.

November 2091, Okefendo International Hotel, Warsaw, Poland.

This time, a female member of the Polish parliament named Veretta was arrested.

In front of Room 701 of the Oakfondo International Hotel, several KGB agents were ready to storm the room.

Zoshar stood aside and waved.

Bumper ——!

"KGB! The personnel inside knelt down with their heads in their hands! ”

Several agents made a big move and rushed in first to take control of the situation.

Zoshar followed them into the house, but was startled by the scene in front of them.

She glanced at a few of the men in bed, and found Veretta in the crowd.

Veretta is much younger than in the intelligence photos, and Zoshar thought she was a 40-year-old witch before she came, but Veretta looked even the same age as Elsa.

Zoshar smiled contemptuously, mocking the council members:

"Take them all."

Just as several agents were preparing to act, Veretta shouted to stop.

Veretta first noticed shamelessly, grabbed the soaked sheet to block the front half of her body, and then asked confidently:

"Why are you arresting me? This is Poland, not the new USSR, and when will it be the KGB's turn to intervene in the internal affairs of the Polish parliament? ”

Zosha'er clapped her hands in a weird way.

"Don't you also hire men to go wild in Siberia? We lost eight young lives, what about you? ”

Veretta moved her lips to refute something, and the white liquid flowed out of her mouth and was quickly sucked back in.

"But you're here to indulge yourself! What about the policy of pursuing a liberal and democratic government and refusing to sign the contract given by the new Soviet Union to rebuild the defeated country in World War III? More than 20 years have passed since World War III, and the problem of the Polish economy is solved? ”

Zoshar asked rhetorically, leaving Veretta stunned on the bed.

Zosha'er sighed boredly:

"Grab them all."

……

At the same time, Rantimo divides the world.

As Zoshar travels to the former Soviet Union, Cerberas gets a leave of absence and is chatting with her husband, Nabisi, in a café.

Cerberas changed her usual style and changed into a more youthful sportswear than a suit, she slowly picked up her cup and took a sip of black tea, looked at Nabisi, who was still busy with documents, and couldn't help asking:

"The company has recently come to the project?"

Nabesi's eyes did not shift from the screen, and he replied in a hurry, but his mouth was unhurried:

"It's nothing, doesn't the company have a contracted project in the Intelligence Bureau, and a lot of nonsensical report emails have popped up recently......"

Nabisi said, his finger clicking on the last one.

"Although the content is not credible, it ......"

Nabesi paused, then finally looked at Cerberus:

"Xiao Sai, the transformation you received in the research institute before can also achieve the effect of immortality, right?"

Cerberas nodded vigorously without thinking.

Nabissi frowned, holding her chin in her hand to scan the contents.

"Then what Uriel said has become reasonable, although I can't find out from the government, but it's ...... for his wife to run away from home like crazy."

Before Nabisie could finish his muttering, Cyberas slammed the table:

"The man's name is Uriel?!"

Nabesi looked up and saw Cerberas' nervous face, realizing that there was something hidden here.

SUBURAS SIGHED, "I SAW DREEMURR'S DOCUMENT TO SHA'ER BEFORE, AND THERE WAS A PLAN FOR HIS NAME. ”

"It's better not to interfere, after all, we don't know the details of Uriel."

After listening to this, Nabesi deleted the last email, turned off the computer and couldn't help but sigh: "Since it is a private matter of the intelligence bureau, then I have nothing to deal with, and Elsa is estimated to deal with it privately." ”

Cerberas drank the rest of the tea, walked out of the "café" filled with singing and dancing with Nabisi, and returned to the car.

Nabesi started his limousine and prepared to take Seberas back to the villa island.

Closing the door, Cerberas had a look of unease on his face that he had never felt before.

"Nabesi, I feel that for my own sake, the company needs to invest its assets in the original world."

Nabisi smiled, "It's because of the Ronax Party." ”

Cyberas nodded slightly, looking out the window at Rantimo's "night world" full of students, and vaguely understood what Zoshar was worried about.

Nabesi broke the silence and said, "I'll pay attention, before the mainstream Ronax ideology of young people turns Rantimo into a bubble." ”

That's right, all that Rantimo has is a hollow economy. When young people enter the society with countless employment paths and the economy reaches a saturation value, they will not be able to afford to reap the rewards of hard work.

Amusement.

The serious westernization of the new generation has led to the "dream city" where entertainment is now paramount, with middle-class young people spending money on KTV, and middle and high school girls filling all kinds of custom shops, and interests linking youth.

And they are even more stupid,

Attribute this "saturated economy" to the Ronalx Party.

This is what Zoshaer hates the most.

On the surface, it is "merry", but under the amorous market, the erotic market has reached an unprecedented demand, and the girls are no longer asked to work hard, but are only encouraged to slide down to bliss, and when she finds herself fooled by the mirage, it is already too late......

In the end, Cerberas stood his ground.

"Treat all actions as a means to an end"

Cerberas is even more proficient in this regard than Zorsal.

On the way home, Cerberas felt a little unwell and kept refluxing acid in his mouth.

Nabisie noticed the strange look on Seberas' face, and when the intersection was red, he leaned over:

"Got a cold?"

"I never gave birth to ......"

Vomiting ——!

Before Cerberas could finish his sentence, a pile of tea poured out of his mouth, looking like he had just drunk it.

After Cerberas reacted, he hurriedly pulled around and found a plastic bag to cover her mouth:

"Ahem...... I'm sorry, I, I couldn't help but throw up in the car. ”

"It's okay, I'll be at Sha'er's house soon."

Cerberas forced himself to smile at Nabiesi, "It's good I didn't eat." ”

Vomiting ——!

Another flurry of retching......

Back at the villa, Cerberas used the key Zorsalle had given him to open the door to the villa, which was empty and had an unusual atmosphere.

But Nabesih didn't care so much, and helped Seberas back to her room, carried her to bed, and changed her into a clean set of clothes.

Strangely, Cerberas went to bed, and that vomiting reaction was over.

Cyberas rubbed his pillow: "Maybe it's just something you ate and didn't digest it." ”

Nabesi shook his head: "But you slept on the streets of Lantimo a few years ago, and you didn't have any problems." ”

Nabesi sat on the edge of the bed, held her face and pondered for a while, and muttered, "It's morning sickness." ”

"I hear you!"

Cerberas pouted.

……

"So, do you want to say it?"

In the underground interrogation room of Lubyanka, Zoshaer is interrogating Veretta, and the blood-red knife in her hand has no deterrent effect on Veretta.

Veretta opened her eyes indifferently: "I have already removed the pain nerve, if you are smart, you can use this to vent the unwillingness in your heart when you usually use obscene means to ascend to the top." ”

"Don't think I'm from the Ronalx Party too."

"So what? If you can ignore human rights and abuse prisoners here, you must have slept with your boss until you reached an agreement. ”

Zoshar gave up arguing with Veretta, and even misinterpreted the definition of "captive", how could she understand others?

Zoshar returned to the background, her eyes fixed on Veretta, who was already half-insane. The gloomy eyes do not reflect the youthful vitality that a girl should have:

"Bring her daughter up, give her two knives first, I don't think she can say anything."

……

An hour later, with the list of implicated persons, Zosha'er directly pushed the door into the office of the chairman of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

"What you want."

Relieved, Zoshael slapped the folder on Kasha's desk.

Kasha dragged the projection aside in front of her, pulled out the folder files, and put them into the document scanner within reach, quickly made an electronic version, manually encrypted it, and sent it to the operations department.

Zoshaer was tired and slumped on the leather sofa, and for a long time, her eyes seemed to be blind, and her expression was very leisurely.

After reviewing and signing the last action document, Kasha relaxed for the first time in his work.

Raising his head, the rattling sound of spine movement made Kasha feel extremely comfortable.

Zoshar was still lying on the couch.

Kasha found that she was already a little unable to judge Zoshaer:

Is she still a child?

Yes, because she has the same appearance as children of the same age, likes to play, and likes to be spoiled by her relatives.

No, because she has lived for more than 70 years, and her way of thinking is even more cold-blooded and decisive than that of adults, and she is dubbed "war machine" in the mouth of her peers.

At this point, Zoshar rolled over. Kasha also returned to reality from a daze:

"Want something to eat? I can arrange for someone to bring it in. ”

Zosha'er glanced at her, and replied with a long sigh:

"No appetite."

Half an hour ago, Veretta's torture room.

The knife was under Zosha'er's control, leaving wounds on the girl's body, and a large number of knife marks on her legs were so deep that they were exposed.

The girl endured all this in silence.

Veretta screamed in pain throughout the interrogation room. Eventually, Veretta lowered her head, and guilt seemed to hold down her neck, forcing her to bow her head and not look at her daughter's appearance after being destroyed.

Seeing that this trick seemed useless, Zosha'er squinted and smiled, and cut the clothes on the girl's belly:

"Why don't you get a lewd tattoo on your belly."

"Please, don't do this, she's still a child."

Veretta prayed to Zoshar, her voice getting smaller and smaller.

"Let's do it."

At this moment, the entire interrogation room seemed to freeze.

Zosha'er glanced at the girl's face.

It is indeed her, amazing child.

"Look at the good things you have done, this is the style of the Bolsheviks? In order to extract a confession, he did not hesitate to attack the child, and even injected ......"

"Mom! Don't pretend anymore! ”

The girl's crying and screaming made the entire interrogation room fall silent again.

Veretta moved her mouth, trying to explain it all, but she didn't say anything in the face of Zoselle's knife.

The girl finally sobbed:

"Don't think of me only when I'm dying...... Mom. ”

"You...... What stupid thing are you talking about? ”

The girl's expression was gloomy, her eyes did not improve, she threw her head up, faced the ceiling, took a deep breath and pulled down deafly.

"I know, I've always been a consumable of your politics."

"No ......"

Veretta just wanted to defend herself, but was ruthlessly interrupted by the girl:

"Every time...... Every time, he took me to a feast, and at the end he ran to sleep with another man in the big bed, leaving me alone. ”

Veretta shook her head slightly: "My dear...... I. ”

"I don't recognize you as a mother, just a slut in the guise of a politician!"

After the girl finished speaking, blood spurted from her mouth.

Zosha'er lightly raised the corners of her mouth, and began to add oil and vinegar in a weird manner:

"Rebellion is hatred."

The girl repeated the action just now, buying herself time to breathe:

"There has never been a peace."

The girl's words were hurried, and the last word completely changed to a toned exhale.

Zoshar realized that the child was dying.

Veretta chose to remain silent.

The girl breathed again, but this time her head was not deaf, but she squinted at Zosha'er:

"Kill me."

Without hesitation, Zosha'er first slashed deeply on the back of the girl's neck, cutting off all the nerves, and finally the blade cut through the flesh and around the throat and cut it again.

The blood gushed from the knife on the girl's neck, and she silently closed her eyes, and moved her lips without making a sound, but Zosha'er knew what she wanted to say, even if they had only met for a short time:

"You're not going to be a consumable here."