On September 8, IC64, four hours after the end of the McRovo ambush, it was still midnight in Mexico City, when the expeditionary force was still ramping up its track in the wind and snow in Siberia, and the time difference was nearly 12 hours.

Mexico City, Outer City, Slums.

The alleys of Mexico City are the most beloved areas of secret societies, and the liaison station of the Waste Scavengers League is Nokepan, and the liaison station of the Qingwei is San Bernardino, which are such densely populated slum communities.

Leonardo. Fediman is a teacher at Ballas Community School. In the eyes of the community, he was a respected teacher, with a gentle temper, a love for children, and always used his meager salary to fund orphans to attend school.

He is a good old man, although he will lose his temper from time to time, blowing his beard and glaring at the children's pranks, but he is reluctant to scold.

In the eyes of the "peer" Qingwei, he is an old man who is decisive and has hands and eyes.

Activated 12 years ago, and succeeded his predecessor as the head of the Green Guard in Mexico City 3 years ago, this old man planned 47 political assassinations and 22 secret thefts in two coalition civil wars, with a mission success rate of 92%, more than 20 alliance officials indirectly killed at his hands, and hundreds of people who lost power.

This is an excellent answer, not because of how many people he killed, but because he won more than sixty percent of the positions for the young guards in the subsequent job competition, from the guards of the Führer's mansion to the upper echelons of the army, no one knows what kind of force the green guards in Mexico City have grown into except himself.

He is meticulous in deceiving, buying, threatening, absorbing, and organizing his usual methods, and his actions are always unexpected, and it is reasonable to think about it.

The headquarters of the Americas had wanted him to run for Mexico City legislature, and had even formed a campaign team for him, allocating a large amount of money, but he did not hesitate to refuse.

"I don't need a higher status, what I need is a member who can get into key positions, who can get a higher status."

There was a peculiar belief in Ferdiman's words, in which the status of a member was determined only by how he or she performed his or her personal qualities, and had nothing to do with his position in the organization, and that he was undoubtedly more suited to be a ghetto teacher than a high-ranking councilor.

Today, the teacher came alone to the secret liaison station and knocked on the dilapidated door.

"Who, in the middle of the night!" The laughter of a woman and the cries of a man in anger could be heard in the room, as if something good had been ruined.

"Binot, it's me." Ferdyman replied softly.

There was a flurry of chickens and dogs in the house, and Binot, who had a wheat-complexion and a toned body, rushed out to open the door, and he didn't even have time to put on his pants.

"Put your pants on first and take your time." Ferdiman was still standing outside the door, smiling kindly.

"Yes! Yes, Teacher! Bino quickly pulled up his jeans, buttoned them up, and fastened them.

"Let's go inside." Ferdiman smiled and walked through the door, "Suzanne is dressed, right?" ”

"I don't dare to be naked in front of the teacher, Bino will scold me." A beautiful girl came out of the back room, wearing a fat T-shirt, dirty, with flaxen hair tied in a ponytail haphazardly, and broken hair against her face, highlighting the small freckles on her face.

"It's good to be young." Ferdiman still smiled, but the laughter made the two youths nervous. I have the impression that this old man would only smile like this when he was a teacher, but not as a leader.

"Teacher, I haven't seen you smile like this in years." Bino scratched his head and sat in, he and Suzanne were orphans and students at the Barras Community School, and although they didn't finish it, they were indeed Ferdiman's students, and at the same time the young members he had recruited, just like Miró was to Fanol.

They dropped out of school and mingled in the slums, all arranged by the "chief" Ferdiman, of course, even Ferdiman did not expect them to become a couple, but he was happy to see it.

"Probably old, remembering old things." Ferdiman still laughed and said something incoherent.

"Teacher, you can assign the task." Bino rubbed Susanna's head, he had already guessed something.

"Looks like you guessed it." The smile faded, and the familiar leader of the Qingwei replaced the kind teacher and appeared in the room.

"It's incumbent." Bino replied in a deep voice.

"What are you talking about! What are you talking about, Bino! Suzanne had a bad feeling.

"It's nothing, the organization has tasks for Binot, and there are tasks for you." Ferdiman said slowly, "Binot, I remember that your hometown is Aleknajik. ”

Alec ...... Najik? ”

"Aleknajik no longer exists, the details of the mission are here, see the destruction." Ferdyman gently lowered an envelope and turned to leave.

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On September 9, the President of the League of Americas, a close comrade-in-arms of Ellul, La Paz. Sosse visits the military factory.

Sose is probably the only friend of Ellul in this world. The two met at an early age, and when they became adults, Ellul became a doctor, and Sose inherited the family business.

Once Ellul was blackmailed for medical malpractice, it was Sose who helped him through the difficulties, and even fell into poverty for a time, and his wife was separated.

This incident sublimated the relationship between the two, and after Ellul's promotion to the second rank, his status rose sharply, and Sose was able to enter politics, and a few years later, he was in charge of Mexico City, completely confirming Ellul's identity as a spokesperson.

In the ensuing civil war of the League of Americas, Ellul ascended to the top, and in order to avoid the notoriety of the dictator, he kept the parliament, but put Sosse on the throne of the speaker, this kind of hiding his ears and stealing the bell was ridiculed by the world, but it also made the two closer together. Sose knew that he could not get rid of his identity as a lackey of Elul, and he never wanted to get rid of it.

In order to protect his safety, El left Zulu Oba and Adranor two third-orderers, the former to suppress political opponents, and the latter to suppress the former.

As Greenwich's emissary and reinforcement, Adranor should not have accepted this assignment so easily, and it is unknown what Ellul has paid for Sosse, but this affection, Thorse has deeply remembered.

When a confidant dies, Sosse throws away even the last bit of reserve, and just wants to wave the flag and shout for Ellul, and do his best.

Today's trip is for this expedition. McRovo's battle report had already been delivered to him last night, he supported the transfer of two third-order combat forces, and more than 10,000 additional troops and military columns were also a trivial matter, but he was not satisfied, the attack on the Caucasus was very important to Elul, and he wanted to do more.

At this moment, the empathetic secretary sent him a report from the military factory, and Zulu Oba's armament was completed, and according to the design, the armament was enough to increase the combat effectiveness of the third-order slave by 50%, which was the best gift.

A platoon of elite guards, improvised routes of travel. Zulu Oba is unreliable, Adlano is unavailable, and in Mexico City, surrounded by political opponents, Sose has been mindful of his safety.

The brigade marched to the gate of the munitions factory, and the speaker saw the person in charge of the munitions factory, a meritorious disabled major general, in a wheelchair, obviously unable to get on the bus. Sosse frowned and decided to get out of the car.

Surrounded by the convoy, he got out of the car in the crowd and shook hands with the wheelchair major general. Suddenly, two giant hounds sprang out of the crowd of onlookers, and the guards only had time to raise their guns to kill one of them, and the other was still flying up after being shot several times, and its sharp teeth almost touched Sose's neck.

The loyal captain of the guard reacted very quickly, and with a heavy shoulder, Sosse flew out and broke away from the bite, but the captain was bitten by the vicious dog on the shoulder blade. The entire convoy was in disarray, and it took dozens of seconds to kill the hound that rushed into the queue.

However, by this time, a young man with a wheat complexion had already abducted the speaker with a paper cutter, the sharp blade of which was pressed against Sosse's neck, and the tip of the knife oozed red blood beads.

"Sniper position aiming, whether to kill the target, please indicate!" The sniper, who did not show the slightest performance in the vicious dog raid, immediately asked for instructions, and slowly pressed the trigger with his fingers.

"The Speaker is in his hands, fool! Don't act rashly! Ignoring the huge wound on his shoulder, the captain of the guard quickly stood up, "Who are you working for?" Ontario Alliance? Or the Caucasian Union? You know? Whatever they give you, we can give more! ”

"Really?" The young man's hand trembled slightly, all the warriors present were excellent, and it could be seen that his will was loosening, and the sniper also relaxed his fingers slightly, a living attacker is always much more valuable than a dead man.

"Really!" The captain of the guard opened his hands, perhaps because of his shoulder, his right shoulder was a little low, and he looked in a strange posture "What do you want, money, beauty or status?" Say it and we'll satisfy you with anything. ”

"Money? Belle? Status? The young man muttered to himself, pulling Sosse back to the left, as if trying to distance himself from the captain of the guard.

"Damn! I've lost my purpose! The sniper exclaimed.

"It's better to give me back the lives of the 3,000 dead compatriots in Aleknajik, dictator lackey!" Without warning, the young man twitched his right arm, and the paper cutter easily sliced through the skin and muscles, followed by Sosse's throat and blood vessels, blood splattered, and the president of the American Union fell to the ground.

Rumble! The belated sniper finally rang out, burrowing through the young man's eyebrows and shattering his entire head.

The two bodies collapsed on top of each other, blood pooling into piles and turning into sticky puddles of blood.

"Medic!" The frightened shouts of the captain of the guard rang out at the scene.

On 9 September of IC64, the President of the League of Americas, La Paz. When Sose was assassinated on a visit to a munitions factory, no one could have imagined that the blood of such an important town would only be the beginning of a great upheaval.