The doorbell rang, and the servant opened the door, leading Cisse outside the door into the parlor.

In the palatial parlor of a medieval royal palace, Andrew leans comfortably on his easy chair, sipping freshly brewed black coffee.

The warmth of his stomach relaxes his whole body, and perhaps Cisse's discovery can explain Madison's disobedience.

He lifted the coffee spoon in his hand, nodded to the sofa opposite, and motioned for the other party to sit down.

After everyone had left, leaving only the two of them, Cisse respectfully sat down on the old man's designated sofa and began to tell what he had found.

But listening to it, the old man realized that something was wrong, it was too smooth! The other party's actions are too smooth! It's as if the prison were the backyard of their own home, working on every aspect of Madison.

He asked Cisse, who was sitting opposite, with a solemn face: "You didn't notice anything before?" You won't know until everyone is about to put you in the air! ”

No, if Cisse couldn't control the people below, he would have been unable to sit in the position of warden for a long time, and the position of warden would have been removed by others.

So what if he doesn't manage it, but doesn't care at all?

The old man was instantly shocked by his own thoughts, he felt that he was reckless, and he should not have let Sisse in at this time.

He didn't alarm the other party, but took a sip of coffee first, stabilized the other party and said, "I still have a document in the study, you go and get it, I have something to explain to you." ”

But the other party didn't move, but took out a miniature pistol from the sole of his shoe and pointed it at Andrew, and said in a slightly mocking tone: "Mr. Andrew, it seems that you have discovered something, do you want to lure me away to call the guards?" ”

Andrew continued to drink the coffee in his hand, trying to calm himself down, and he asked in a steady tone, "Cisse, who told you to do this?" He did not use the word betrayal, so as not to provoke the other party.

"It's the souls of hell! Mr. Andrew, they're coming to you for your life! As the creator of the Freedom Day program, your sins can't even tolerate hell! "Cisse was a little excited.

Andrew knew that there was no way to survive, and the person in front of him was crazy! He was in an extreme mood, and it seemed that he would not give up until he killed himself.

He wanted to smoke a cigarette, and when he reached for the cigar box on the coffee table, the other party warily pointed the gun at him.

"Just want to smoke a cigarette, Cisse, you won't even allow such a small request from the teacher, right?" Andrew smiled at his former student.

"Mr. Andrew, it is precisely because I understand you that I advise you not to make any small moves." Cisse was still wary and aimed his gun at him.

But Andrew didn't care, his most important thing now was smoking, he meticulously completed every action, and every detail was handled very well.

He placed two processed cigars on the coffee table, one pushing over and one in his mouth.

Just as he was about to reach for the lighter below him and press the mechanism by the way, Cisse stopped him.

"Teacher, out of respect for you, I didn't refuse your request, but you don't take me for a fool, I still know a little bit about those institutions."

With that, he pulled out the lighter with his other hand and pushed it over, completely oblivious to the cigar on the table.

Andrew smiled bitterly twice, took the lighter, lit the cigar, and leaned back in the easy chair: "You have all grown up and have your own ideas. So what do you think, Cisse? Don't talk, let me guess.

Are you trying to kill me and threaten others who support the Freedom Day system? But what's the use of that? The problem has not yet been resolved, the unemployment rate will not fall by one percentage point, and the chaotic law and order situation will never improve.

At least I offer you a way out, even if it disgusts you noble gentlemen. ”

Cisse was silent for a moment and then said, "Yes, teacher, we all thank you for your efforts, but the Freedom Day system has deviated from the original expectation and has become a novelty toy for some rich people.

Killing you won't solve the problem, but those in power will know that there are those of us who rebel in the dark, and that we will be the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads! ”

"Hahahaha, you... You're so childish and cute, can you kill one of my little senators to scare them away? Who the hell are you underestimating? Andrew, who had been laughing a little and couldn't breathe, roared angrily.

"It's going to be big, teacher, we're going to make a big fuss!" Cisse is like a stubborn boy who always adheres to the conviction in his heart in the face of a rough father.

"We're going to take Manhattan! Tomorrow's cemetery will have countless new stone monuments towering! He described the future to his teacher.

"You guys?" Andrew couldn't figure out what kind of medicine his students were selling in their gourd, and how could they really wipe out the National Guard stationed here with just a few truckloads of men?

There was an explosion outside, listen to the direction the sound came from, that's where the entrance to Manhattan is located!

Andrew quickly turned his head to listen to the explosion in the distance, and then quickly turned his head to look at his student as if he had known him on the first day.

"Teacher, you might as well go to the balcony with me to see this grand funeral." Cisse got up, grabbed Andrew and dragged him onto the balcony.

Cisse's men had taken control of the entire villa between their words.

Andrew looked at the servant who was pointed at gunpoint, said nothing, and obediently went up to the balcony with Cisse.

At this time, Manhattan was in flames, and countless motorcyclists rushed out from all corners of the streets, attacking the mansion of every senator.

The gunfire continued, and he saw the remnants of the soldiers being attacked by the knights who poured out, and even traitors who shot their comrades and ripped off their uniforms, revealing the rebel uniforms below.

Under the double whammy of moles and motorcyclists, the National Guard retreated, losing block after block.

The senators were killed like pigs and dogs, and the screams of despair before they died pierced Andrew's brain like a steel needle, making him shiver.

"Teacher, everyone is equal in the face of death! Now you and your supporters are starting to feel the same pain as we do. Human beings have lost the dignity of life and are slaughtered like pigs and dogs. ”

Cisse looked at the scene in front of him with some sadness, then raised the pistol in his hand, aimed at the opponent's head, and pulled the trigger.

"Don't hurt Madison." The old man on the other side finally said an irrelevant word.

And Cisse nodded as if he had expected it, "I will, after all, he is your son." ”