A week later......

The warlord forces surrendered at 9:00am on 1/20/2072.

AT THIS TIME, THE DREEMURR WAS ENCIRCLING AND SUPPRESSING THE REMAINING MEMBERS OF THE REBEL ARMY.

This is in front of a farm on the eastern outskirts of Croisgrad,

Rydal let three or four ordinary members of his entourage in modern gear wait outside, and walked leisurely into the farmer's house by himself.

The farmer was a middle-aged man who had been stationed in Rantimo as a diplomat when the government was still in existence, and he was taller and stronger than Rydal, and he came out to greet him in an ordinary broad-shouldered shirt with a very dull face.

"Excuse me, there have been a few suspicious people around here lately, so I wanted to investigate."

Greeting with respect, Rydal deliberately turned sideways so that he could see several soldiers with AK12 assault rifles on patrol outside the door.

"Please be seated."

The farmer replied stiffly, making himself look as strong as he had appeared, and pointed to the dining table in the middle of the living room.

Rydal looked around the house and nodded in agreement, the diplomat sat across from him, lit a cigarette, and his wife came out of the bedroom.

Before the diplomat could speak, Ridal turned against him, cleared his throat and said:

"I'm a little thirsty, do you have milk here?"

"Wait a minute, I'll warm you up."

The wife's amicable reply made the atmosphere less awkward, and she hurried to get a glass of milk and put it on the table.

Rydal removed the jaw of his helmet, picked up the glass and took a sip,

"The milk is good."

Rydal complimented.

Rydal took another sip of milk and asked coldly:

"Do you know what they call me?"

The man took a puff on his cigarette, scratched his ear and replied:

"Sorry, I'm not interested in that."

"So...... What do you know about me? ”

Rydal asked again, sitting up from his chair and resting his hands flat on the table.

He was silent for a moment, and then spoke:

"PRESIDENT OF THE DRIEMURR GUILD, WITH TIES TO THE MINISTRY OF INTERNAL AFFAIRS OF THE NEW USSR AND RECENTLY ESTABLISHED AN ALLIANCE WITH THE THREE GENERATIONS OF ALLIANCES."

Rydal smiled thought-provokingly, even though the farmer couldn't see with his helmet on his head, but it brought the atmosphere to freezing point.

"You know that, I know you're upset when you say this, but I'm not a brainless person."

"I'm productive because I can think like my opponents, which is different from most people."

With that, Rydal took another sip of milk from his cup to confirm his dominance in the house.

"The people I'm tracking down are running away like rats, just imagine, if a rat walks in front of you, you must be hostile to it, right?"

"Yes, sir."

The other party answered calmly and sat sideways in his chair.

"It didn't do anything wrong, did it, but you still hate him for no reason."

"Yes, sir."

The man again pretended to be calm and sat upright.

"So if you're hunted down, where do you think they won't find you?"

He was about to speak, but was interrupted by a loud voice from Rydal:

"Fridge! Attic! Basement! Even under the bed! ”

Rydal then calmed down again, looked intently at the farmer's facial expression, and continued:

"But that's all from the perspective of the people who captured them."

The man reacted, nodded, and replied too heavily:

"You're right, sir."

The cigarette in the farmer's hand had been between his fingers since it was lit, and the white smoke wafted out hazy the whole room.

"May I taste your wine?"

Rydal asked, gesturing to a bottle of whiskey in the wine cabinet behind him.

"Please."

Redaler unceremoniously pulled the cork out of his hand, took a long sip into the bottle, and continued:

"I'm more realistic, to be honest, I don't want to check your house, who would hide rats in their house, right?"

As he spoke, he picked up his drink and left his seat, and began pacing the floor, which creaked uncontrollably.

He then paused again and asked:

"You don't have any mice in your house."

"I don't know, sir."

The diplomat replied and took a puff of his cigarette.

"Alright then, thank you for chatting with me, now all it takes is a thorough search of the house, and I can cross your name off the list, and they will search it thoroughly."

After Ridal finished speaking, he looked at the farmer who was in a trance.

"I'm not very willing to spend a lot of time doing simple things that are very troublesome, as long as you tell me if there are any rats, I can finish my job, I hope you and I can compare hearts, it will help even your ten-year-old daughter."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the diplomat of the Rim World, and the room fell silent

"Make a statement."

The diplomat took a deep breath, exhaled meaningfully, and wiped his eyes with his hand.

"Tell me where he is." Rydal suddenly asked.

He pointed upstairs and replied in a low and mournful voice:

"Under the bed in my wife's bedroom."

Rydal stepped forward, pulled him out of his seat, and deliberately raised his voice at the staircase to hide the bump. The guild soldiers outside the door heard the movement and quickly followed.

"Good, looks like everything is working here!"

Ridal said in a deliberate loud voice, pulling the farmer with one hand to his wife's door.

"Sir, please, he and I grew up together......

Rydal threw him on the ground with a back fall.

"Look at your floor, it's too slippery."

Rydal said loudly, dragging him from the floor to the door, and opening the door.

Rydal glanced at the farmer and kicked him hard.

The diplomat crawled on the ground in embarrassment, pointed to the bed with his finger, and several soldiers immediately stepped on him, picked up the assault rifle and slashed at the bed.

Blood slowly flowed from under the bed with the sound of futile struggles, and the diplomat fell to his knees in agony, his clasped hands pounding the ground hard.

Rydal clapped his hands lightly and left the house with the men.

Back in time to the night before the victory,

Chloes Grad Rydale's temporary station,

Elsa had just woken up from her bed.

She sensed that she was a little out of breath, so she lifted the quilt and found that the naked IV was hugging her tightly, curled up, with her legs wrapped around her waist, and a black tattoo on her left arm, and below the pattern was a string of English:

“Broad-Leaved Epiphyllum”

Immediately below the English is the bold font "IV"

"That's why it's called IV...... But look at it like this, it was freezing last night. ”

Elsa thought to herself.

At this time, IV was also woken up by Elsa's movement, she opened her eyes, hugged Elsa with some unfinished thoughts, and reached behind her to hold the phone in her hand and look at it.

IV chuckled,

"Good news, your team members have all been successfully saved by the Rantimo military." After IV finished speaking, he showed Elsa the photo of them picking them up on her phone and getting into the truck of the logistics department.

"It's okay......" Elsa's heart suddenly calmed down a lot.

"Thanks, I owe you this time." Elsa said with a smile.

IV pressed his face intimately against Elsa's chest, and in a weak voice proposed:

"Now that the battle is over, why don't you come and clean up the ruins after the war?"

"Just pay us back."

Elsa hesitated, then nodded.

She tried to get in touch with Mihadi, but found that the signal of the whole of Chloesgrad was still blocked, but fortunately, IV promised him that he would arrange for someone to apply to the Intelligence Bureau for the continuation of the mission using the military band.

Real-time,

Rydal was reclining in his office chair at the headquarters of Lario, staring boredly at the list of body creations on his computer.

Suddenly, the ground shook violently, putting the entire command on alert, and Rydal rolled to the ground because he couldn't sit still.

Boom ——!

The gates of the headquarters were bombarded open.

"Chester, are you ready?"

Rydal quickly asked calmly through the communicator.

"It's ready to go, President."

Chester replied on the other side of the communicator, his words filled with excitement about the plan.

"Rydal get out of here!"

The intruder shouted.

Even though he was wearing heavy armor that was almost impermeable, Rydal could recognize him as Rentian's deputy by his voice—

Lemiush, who once fought black boxing, in an encirclement and suppression of Rentian, with only three daggers in his hand, wiped out the ten-man echelon sent by Chester to encircle and suppress.

Rydal pressed the "Iron Curtain" protection, and the entire General Command was enveloped by overlapping positions.

Lemieus looked around at the closed headquarters, sneered a few times, and asked arrogantly:

"They all say that you are smart, it doesn't look like I expected, you know that you can't beat me, so you want to close this place and die with me?"

Ridal got up from the ground, looked down at the dust on his body, and said disdainfully:

"You don't deserve to die with me."

"It's worthy of you, you still refused to admit defeat before you died."

Rydal didn't say anything, clapped his hands, and crisp applause echoed through the command.

Chester, who had been preparing in the dark, pushed the two men who were each tied to the black slip chairs to Rydale's side, their mouths covered with super tape.

They were Lemieu's wife and children who had been kidnapped in advance by Chester at the request of Rydal.

"It's pointless, you and I have to die here, don't do useless struggles!"

Lemieus yelled at Rydal excitedly, full of anger between the lines, and he took out a grenade launcher and held it in his hand, the muzzle of the gun slightly raised, forming a parabola just enough to blow up Rydal.

Rydal pulled out a pre-placed machete from under the conference table.

"Put down the gun."

Rydal ordered coldly, as if he would hack his wife and children to death on the spot if he didn't let go.

Lemieus hesitated.

Redale relentlessly swung his machete, cutting off his wife's left leg, blood gushing out, and all that remained in the entire headquarters was a heart-rending roar.

Lemieus understood—

Rydal would indeed have hacked his wife and children to death on the spot

"the beast!"

Lemieus excitedly yelled at the situation and slowly placed the grenade launcher on the ground and kicked it at Rydal.

"Your heavy armor."

Rydal commanded again, the blood-stained machete aimed at his wife's chest.

Lemieus knew that Rydal dared to slash, so he quickly removed the heavy armor from his body through his watch.

"Throw it over."

"Damn, wouldn't it be for nothing if I gave it to you? I'm sure I'll want something else after I give it to you, right? ”

Lemieu said excitedly, and changed back to heavy armor while setting up a Getter machine gun.

Whew! Boom!

The machete fell again

This time it fell to the ground,

It was her wife's head.

Rydal pointed his blood-stained machete at his son and tore the tape off his son's mouth with his other hand.

"Dad! I'm scared! ”

His son immediately cried out.

"I don't want to reiterate it."

Rydal coldly threatened, putting pressure on Lemiush's psyche, and Chester began to gagged a little at the bloody scene.

Lemieus clenched his gun-wielding hands.

Rydal rubbed the bloodied side of the machete against his son's face, leaving a trail of black and red blood.

Lemieus gritted his teeth and disarmed, taking off his watch and throwing it to Rydal.

Chester then rushed forward and threw him to the ground, his hands handcuffed behind his back.

The Iron Curtain was lifted.

This may be a bloodless war for Rydal.

sacrificing the few to save the many,

Rydal knew that this guy would not hesitate to trade the lives of the people in the city of Lantimo for his own compromise, not to mention that he still had three world fronts to settle.

The guild security team outside the headquarters quickly burst in and tied up Lemiusz with numerous bondage tools.

"You'll let him go, right?"

Lemieus's voice trembled a little, and tears could not help but flow from his eyes.

Rydal just swung his machete and suddenly threw it at Lemius,

The machete split his head in two.

"Dad!"

His son's screaming cry became the only voice in the command room.

He struggled with the ropes, but was pushed back into his seat by Rydal, and watched his father's body being thrown into the dust.

"Despicable!"

His sadness turned to anger at Rydal's methods.

"But that doesn't justify his failure, and I've never double-standardd."

Rydal finished disdainfully and took out the GSh-18 pistol.

Bang ——!

The command room returned to calm