In RD23227, the Atishabo star system, the third planet Ledonis, the sixteenth civilian block. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Although it is not as glamorous as the aristocratic district, as the most prosperous commercial district on the planet, the people of the 16th arrondissement are quite affluent middle class, they can legally own money, the right to become a government official, the qualifications for education, and most importantly, they have freedom.

Local time 12:30

In this free street, a young man who has just grown up is talking to his beloved lover while driving a traffic car to another area.

"Hi dear, I'm Boole, how about we meet at Mahya's restaurant tonight?"

"Yes, I know, you know, I just got a promotion, and my salary is three times what I used to be, no problem. Remember, in 1900, in the observation hall of the Mahya Restaurant, I have something very important to say to you. ”

In the driver's seat of the traffic car, a man in a black sheriff's uniform hung up the phone, and his face with typical Yudo characteristics flashed a trace of shyness.

Although there are many people who still look very young, the name is Boole. Desabo's male, with his straight sheriff's uniform, has a shining silver star. Explain that he is already the sheriff captain of a neighborhood. However, his jurisdiction is not in the 16th arrondissement, but in the slightly more remote 18th arrondissement.

"Congratulations, promoted to captain, Bull." At the end of the communication that popped up in the car, a middle-aged man with silver hair looked very serious.

"Thank you, Greety."

"I know that today is an important day for you, but I'm sorry, I have something urgent." The middle-aged man is none other than Boole. Desabo's immediate boss, the sheriff in charge of the security of Lydonis.

"Huh?" Bull let out a regretful sound, and then, pursing his lips tightly, after a few seconds, adjusted his mood. "Please instruct, Chief."

"The slaves of the Madolin Group in the 33rd District rioted this morning, and although the security forces have been dispatched, the situation is not very good. So, you have to get back to work right away. ”

Riot? I haven't heard of it in years. Bull accepted the task, so he sat in the car and had no choice but to turn around and head to another place.

Looking at the carefully packaged box placed on the seat, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Bull's mouth.

"Forget it, wait until this time is over, and then propose to Martha. I hope she doesn't get angry. ”

………………

At the same time, the 23rd arrondissement of Ledonis, the Barabaca bookstore.

Martha. Laianold, a woman of typical Mimatar blood, is just forty years old this year, and it is the best time of her life. Although she is of Mimatar ancestry, fortunately, she was not born as a slave. Although her distinct racial characteristics have made her discriminated against in various ways, those who originally discriminated against her for her humble ancestry have to admit that she is capable.

"Is this the only one?"

Martha placed the selected literature collection on the counter and nodded gently to the boss.

"Thank you for your patronage."

So, the boss skillfully packed it with ribbons, put it in the pocket where the name of the store was printed, and said loudly as he handed it out with both hands......

It was just an ordinary word, but it made Martha's back stunned.

Local time 1500

"Martha, I'm sorry, the police station has a sudden mission, so, can today's dinner be postponed?" The man's voice was nervous,

"Ah, it doesn't matter." The low and bitter voice is completely different from the bright and refreshing before.

"Martha, what's wrong with you...... Are you feeling unwell, your voice is a little hoarse? ”

"It's okay......" Martha hung up the communication, and tears slid down her cheeks silently.

…………

In July 23227, autumn in Laidonis seems to have come very early, and the inhabitants of the popular district of Laidonis spend every day in irritability and worry. On 15 July, the Mimatar slaves of District 33 organized themselves and occupied the administrative building of District 33 with weapons they had obtained from unknown sources, and shot and killed everyone who worked for the government in the building.

Although it took only three and a half hours for the security forces to resolve the attack, the incident was like a signal, and Ledonis was immediately in flames.

On 18 July, the riot spread across the Atishabo Domain......

On the 21st of July, the area of the revolt had already covered all the civilian quarters, and the armed slaves were planning to attack the aristocratic quarters.

On 23 July, the Adisapo Central Defense Fleet descended into battle, the riot quickly subsided, and the security forces began to purge the remnants.

……

31 July, 33rd arrondissement, Peace Square

"Quick, there are three injured people here, get them to the ambulance station." Wearing a uniform that has not been changed for a long time, Bull is wearing a helmet, directing his subordinates to maintain order on the scene. The famous [Good Lady Bahar] set up a relief site in this neighborhood.

"This guy doesn't have identification, catch him ......"

"Don't run ......"

Bull leaned against the wall and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. After his subordinates just pretended to shout, he let the guy grab the relief supplies and leave in a hurry. Most of Bull's subordinates are of mixed race, and they are well aware that they have a lover of Mi blood. So, they were reluctant to act in the first place, so they simply made a show.

More than tens of thousands of people were homeless at the scene, innocently involved in the riot, and then forcibly evicted from their homes by soldiers from the Imperial Navy, who then flattened entire neighborhoods with naval artillery.

Sheriff Bull at rest. Desabo looked at the old man with the megaphone, he was the administrator of the neighborhood, a disgusting "ball of meat". If it weren't for the son of the commander of the detachment, God knows if the people gathered here now would have boiled him and eaten him.

The performance of the "Meat Ball" administrator is over, and at this time, it should be Bull, who is the sheriff of the neighborhood, who is on the stage to calm the restless mood of these people.

The recent policing, well, in the period of frequent riots, there is absolutely no policing at all. Bull, who was resting in the corner, secretly complained about his position. In recent days, a haunting Mi gunman has appeared, sending high-ranking officials from several nearby districts to heaven one by one.

That's why a young man like Bull, who jumped seven levels in a row like a rocket, became the captain of the security district in charge of the entire southern region. Although he was promoted, however, Bull was not happy, this position was too troublesome, not big or small, but he would always come into contact with some people he did not want to meet, and maybe it would cause trouble for Martha.

At the moment, this resting man is just a fool who is in love.

…………

"Hell, last mission, damn riot...... in a ruin not far from the square, in a gray blanket, assembled with an old gunpowder kinetic sniper rifle...... Martha cursed in a low voice. "My peaceful life, ......"

Through the scope of the sniper rifle, she clearly saw the fat pig in the square, looking triumphant, Martha smiled disdainfully, gently adjusted the position, pressed the magazine into the magazine, and loaded.

It's true that the meat ball is still standing there, it's just that there is one more person in front of it, a more valuable person.

The man wore a helmet with a dazzling gold star on the epaulettes on his uniform, and she had lived in Laidonis for ten years, and of course she knew that this was a sign of being the captain of the security forces. Compared to an administrator, the district captain is a much more important person.

It's just that when the other party took off the helmet, the murderous gaze focused again, and Martha's whole body, which was about to pull the trigger, stiffened......

"Boole......" she murmured to the other by name. Why you...... Martha clutched her chest, and the intense emotion squeezed the air out of her lungs in an instant. Whether it is according to the standards of force such as shooting or fighting, or the literary and artistic cultivation such as flower arrangement or tea ceremony, whether it is an extremely good woman in that aspect, she feels the pain of suffocation in an instant.

The man she loved was a man of medium stature, neither strong nor handsome, and a somewhat weak character. At the beginning, she didn't regard him as a future partner who could be entrusted to her, but when she finally decided to marry him, the two stood in different places. Different philosophies, different positions......

The bullet pierced the wall around him, and debris flew everywhere, and Boole subconsciously rolled on the spot and left the spot. Although he was not a soldier of the regular army, he was still a good sheriff, and Bull scrolled, looking around, hoping to spot the sniper's location.

"Poof......" The sound of a bullet passing through a human body, the target is not itself. Bull didn't feel the pain, but the former administrator, his body flying backwards under the power of the metal bullet.

Gunshots were heard...... Is that really the location...... Actually fired two shots in the same position, what a whole daring gunman, when we, the security forces, do not exist? Bull thought to himself with indignation.

"High-powered sniper rifles, seven hundred ruins in front of the left, immediately surround him." Bull shouted, his already very embarrassed uniform looking even more tattered.

Lying on the ground, I kept my body as low as I could, and approached the administrator...... Bull held back his disgust and reached for the other man's neck to inspect for a moment. A bullet grazed his arm, churning the administrator's body in half.

Bull was stunned by the blood spurting from the administrator's body......

There was a stupid look at the sniper, and the bullet grazed his arm...... But it didn't hurt him in the slightest, and in the posture just now, it was already close to the chance of a miracle. Could it be that carrying Venus is not as valuable as this waste administrator?

Thoughts pass by in a flash...... Subordinates reported that the killer had been trapped in the ruins of the building...... It's just that the other party's stubborn resistance has already killed a few people.

Somehow motivated by the mood, Bull personally came to the ruins of the building and fought with cunning terrorists...... With superior forces and good command, Bull finally forced the opponent into a room with a view of the sky.

"Surrender. You have nowhere to escape......" Bull was alone, intending to persuade the other to surrender. Although I know that it is useless, but this is just the inertia of being a sheriff.

"It's dull, Bull." The familiar sound reached Bull's ears, but it was like a thunderbolt, and he was stunned.

"Mar, Martha......? Why are you here. How could it be you? Just like the panic in his words, his heart was filled with disbelief.

"Hehe, Boole...... Why am I not Emma? Martha didn't answer Bull's question, she knew very well that no answer would make sense at the moment.

"Why can't you be an Emma? Martha, we're getting married soon. If anyone dares to say anything about your identity, I will kill him first......" Bull rushed into the room in a hurry, but did not see the figure of his beloved, and after looking at it, there was a large pool of blood on the ground by the table he had turned over, and a strand of dark brown hair.

"Don't come, please don't come." Martha loudly stopped Bull from moving forward. "I really love you, but I can't betray my own people, so, I'm sorry, Boole, I'm really sorry......"

"Wait, don't do stupid things, don't do stupid things." Bull shouted loudly, no matter what, the woman was the woman he really loved. "It doesn't matter if you're a Mi gunner, I don't care......"

"Hehe, what a fool."

"I've been using you all along." The light laughter reached everyone's ears when the Emma police arrived.

The sound of gunfire rang out again, echoing through the long empty and silent streets...... After that, the men's grief-stricken wails filled the empty streets. The man who lost his beloved was like a wounded beast, slowly walking on the street that was no different from the ruins, staring viciously at the Mi refugees on the side of the road, the sky that he once loved the most was no longer as clear as it used to be.

~……~

The man with the muzzle pointed at him is a Boolean...... This is the only thing that Martha can't forgive, at that moment, the killing intent for that person is obviously the most beloved person, why, the moment he saw that Venus, his heart was so shaken.

But, sure enough, I can't shoot you. Sure enough, I should have done it when we met five years ago. You make me weak, you make me fear the future, all of this doesn't matter. But what I can't forgive is that you make my faith waver......

That's the only thing I can't forgive...... It's good that until today, I finally made up my mind...... Disappear from your life. At the end of the day, be sure to say to you, "I'm sorry. ”

The muzzle of the gun was slightly deflected, avoiding Bull's body, and the bullet with powerful kinetic energy tore the administrator's body in half. Bull's silly look is quite familiar.

Bull is the person she loves the most, and it's just that before she knows it, she's made the biggest mistake of her life. Or betrayed the country, or lived up to her favorite, she couldn't choose, and she no longer had the courage to continue living.

Martha, who has experienced the most rigorous agent training in the universe, only chose to end her life here...... I just wanted to take one last look at that person before I died, so I stubbornly didn't run away and stubbornly waited for the other party.

You know what......

I'm just not willing to forgive the person who pulled the trigger on you, even if that person is me.

………………

"Is this the latest 'order'?" The man who was tightly wrapped in a black coat inevitably permeated with sadness in his voice.

"It's not an order, it's just a matter of improvisation. She had already issued an evacuation alert last week. On the other side of the table, the man with the coffee said very plainly.

However, in this case, it would be impossible for her to evacuate. It's been fifty years, and she's given the best years of her life to this job. ”

"So what? She has her calling. Ah, by the way, she left you a final directive. The man looked up indifferently. She knows that you want to avoid such a choice, but this is your original mission, and she wants you to accomplish it. Take it back. After handing the metal plate to the other party, the man got up leisurely and walked away from the gloomy café in the downtown area.

“……？” The remaining men stretched out their hands and took the metal-pressed nameplate-like pendant. A new, yet unfamiliar touch, there is nothing on it, the material is not rare, just the shape of an ordinary army nameplate.

How many years? Decade? Twenty years? No, it's been a whole fifty years, how many times I wanted to give up, how many times I had a crisis, and yet, why so chosen. Why, can you give up so easily. The man in the black coat silently let go of tears, holding the nameplate, and sunk into the palm of his hand.

"This is the so-called supreme directive. Your task is to make my death more worthwhile at the end of the day. "Many years ago, a woman who was only a teenager said to herself so indifferently.

"The decision on whether to implement it is up to you, but the decision on whether to start or not is up to the other party." Before leaving the training school, his instructor, who should now be the head of the sub-bureau, personally explained to the two people who were about to go on a mission. "She is an incomparably precious existence, no matter what kind of difficulties, you must remember that her future has always been under your protection."

So, you chose the easiest way, and I, I had to take on more things. The man pulled out a tissue and wiped away uncontrollable tears.

……

"This is the Viscount of Harba's Palace."

"I'm Ninodo, who is in charge of the garments of Lady Harba. Tailor Baze, please forward the communication to Madame. So said the man, who was a tailor of average skill but very much in favor of Mrs. Harba.

……

"I want to meet you." The first words of the meeting were as simple and direct as that.

"It's better for us not to meet." The graceful and luxurious lady, as in her youth, showed a gentle and elegant smile. "What I decide, I won't change."

…… Ninodo. Baze was speechless, unable to say anything in the face of that smile.

"It's rude to say that, but I really want you to go home." Mrs. Harba smiled, her emerald green eyes clear.

…………

The flames swept through the expensive handmade cars, and the people who rode in the cars were not immune. The heat wave from the distant explosion churned, and the cacophony roared......

What a cruel thing it is, how could I go home alone to do such a thing.

The door of the "bang" bedroom was forcefully slammed open, and the two men in black who rushed in rushed in rushed over.

"Don't move."

"Hold him ......"

Unlike the nervous expressions of the agents of the Intelligence Bureau, there was a relaxed, or rather relieved, look on his face.

"Forgive me." Ba Ze, who was pressed on his head by several big hands, shouted with difficulty, his eyes staring at the scenery outside the window, the clear blue sky, clear and beautiful, just like the sky of his hometown.

"Let's die together." The air in his lungs was compressed by the brutal methods of those people, and Baze, who could not make a sound, expressed his will with his lips.

"Sir, get them out of here, that's a bomb expert." The Lydonnis Regional Command Center of the Imperial Intelligence Department received a message from the subordinate intelligence officers in desperation.

"Retreat, retreat......" The officer who commanded the operation reacted immediately, but it was too late.

The agents wanted to exit the room in horror, but how could it be so easy, Baze, who was waiting for them to come to the door, arranged everything early. From the moment they forcibly broke down the door, the timer hidden under the bed exploded precisely after three seconds, with great power, overturning the entire building.

The news of the Emma Empire is always familiar to the public, bomb attacks, shootings, civil service deaths, and the Emperor's statement demanding severe punishment for the murderers. The so-called honest and open news media will never report that the Adisapor fleet has cleaned the Mimatar settlement on a certain planet, nor will there be news that a certain neighborhood has been razed by naval guns, and there will be no statistics of the Mi people who disappeared for no reason during the riots.

That's all the news about Emma's empire, and the people have long been accustomed to this unfair society. The free Mimatar people don't care about things that don't matter to their lives, as long as they don't happen to them. The Yudo people don't care even more, they integrated into Emma's society early, and existed as Emma's most important ally 10,000 years ago. The Emma people were even less concerned.

Who cares about something that even the Mimatar don't care about? The sounds that are too subtle to be heard? Those who wait for the salvation of others from beginning to end, will not be redeemed after all.

Even though the people who led it all in the first place have left this world, the decisions that don't know whether they are right or wrong are still being carried out.

The eventful season of Lydonis, well, it should be said, that the dark age of the Adishapo star field has just arrived...... For those Mimatars, this nightmare era has only just begun. The person who originally planned all this would not have thought of it, and the person who has passed away, as the lyrics say, has nothing to do with all the glory and fame of it. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )