The sky was completely darkened, the last rays of the setting sun were gone, the moonlight covered the starlight, and the earth was a cold silver color, bright and dazzling.

The towering trees still stand in the presidential palace, witnessing countless days and nights of calm or turmoil, without sleep.

The room in the depths of the mansion was lit up, and the plants reflected in the window shone faintly. Looking inside from the outside, it was late at night, the middle-aged man was still sitting at the desk and scribbling, and the teacup on the table had lost its temperature, just like the man's eyes, which were cold and thorough.

The footsteps in the corridor were carried out slowly, and the slightly old man stepped into the room, and when he saw that the man's eyes were still staring at the document in his hand, a trace of helplessness and distress welled up on his brow.

"President, it's not too early, it's time to rest."

The president put down the papers, rubbed his brow, and his tired expression was mixed with a hint of weariness. He looked up at the person standing at the table and said, "You go first, I'll go in a moment." ”

"Well, President, you have to pay more attention to your body, and don't overwork!"

Uncle Chen is a veteran who has accompanied the president all the way, he is old, he basically takes care of the president's father and son in the palace, and rarely goes out to the presidential palace, and outsiders once thought that he was no longer there.

He once wanted to ease the relationship between Du Xiao and the president, but he tried many times but ended up in vain, and now he can only be relieved. Now that Du Xiao is not in the mansion, he can at most remind the president in the middle of the night, and he will not ask about other things.

There was still a pile of unapproved documents on the president's desk, and he knew that the president would not rest until he finished processing it, so he no longer insisted, "Then I'll go down first, you are busy and rest early, your body is important." ”

The president's eyes were fixed on the document again, and without raising his head, he answered a sentence and went on to go about his business.

Uncle Chen turned around helplessly, he wanted to mention Du Xiao in front of the president to see if he could take him back. He wanted to test it tonight, but looking at the president's expression, I was afraid it was impossible.

He sighed silently in his heart and walked out of the room with his feet up.

The cold wind of late autumn is only cold, and there is the sound of the rubbing of leaves between the shades, as if someone is whispering between them, noisy and eager, but there is no one under the closer look, just their own illusion.

Uncle Chen's pace was not as steady as it was when he came, his back was slightly bent, and he could already see the rickets between his walks.

His thoughts were still on the phone call he made to Du Xiao in the morning, and the ending was the same as usual, Du Xiao was still very determined to reject his kindness, but there was more resentment and resentment than before between his words.

Du Xiao's temperament seems to be weak, but in fact he is stubborn, and he would rather endure hardships than say a soft word from childhood to adulthood, even if things are very simple.

And today, Du Xiao's feeling for him is different from usual, he can't say what it is, but his intuition after years of getting along tells him that Du Xiao is angry!

And now Du Xiao is no longer that weak person, and the anger he has accumulated will definitely find a way to spill it out!

"Alas!"

Uncle Chen sighed again, he stopped and looked at the full moon hanging in the sky, and there was worry and sorrow in his cloudy eyes about the coming danger.

The president's office is in the deepest part of the presidential palace, and there are very few people around the office, and the president likes to stay here and be quiet when there is nothing important, but today, he is about to pay a huge price for his conceit.

Beyond the layers of shade, behind the red light that did not belong to the night sky, the sticky eyes of poisonous snakes stared at the target tightly, and the sharp eyes were pitch black, almost merging with the night.

"Are you alright?"

The deliberately muffled sound was almost hidden by the rattle of the leaves, and there was not a hint of anything unusual in the silence of the night, except for a light that was incompatible with the darkness.

There was an indistinguishable voice in his ears, and at the end of the day, impatience appeared on his face in the darkness for a moment, and he tried to restrain his resentment, gritting his teeth and asking, "How long?" If you can't do it, you'll do it yourself! ”

He maintained a movement from dusk to late at night, and there was no trace of fatigue on his cold face. He stared at his target without blinking, and after the light flickered again, he gently pressed the button at hand, but in a second, the news came that he was about to end the wait.

The corners of his mouth curled with contempt, and there was a sense of inevitability in his eyes. The plate machine in his hand slowly buckled in his direction, and an inaudible sound appeared in his ears, and between the lightning and flint, something quickly shot towards the glass window!

The president's mind was still on the document, and suddenly he heard the sound of something shattering, and he raised his head instantly, and the subtle black light and shadow rushed towards him like a huge net of death.

His pupils constricted sharply, and his body's reaction was not as fast as his brain after all, and while he was knocked down by the impact, he roared fiercely, "Count you ruthless..."

When the president fell to the ground, he took the seat under his buttocks, and Uncle Chen, who had already left, suddenly heard an abnormal noise, his heart suddenly sank, and the ominous feeling slowly amplified in his heart, and before he had time to think about it, he turned around and rushed towards the president's office.

"The President..."

Uncle Chen rushed into the room, and the president was no longer in front of the table, and blood stains spread out along the corner of the table.

"President!"

He rushed towards the president with unsteady steps, and his old face couldn't hide the anxiety, "President, how are you?" ”

The president fell to the ground with a blue face, he covered his chest with one hand, and forced the words out between his teeth, "Rebel..."

Uncle Chen's heart couldn't help but be shocked, he never thought that things would develop to such a point, what kind of hatred could make his biological father and son start killing each other?

"President..." blood flowed out of the president's fingers, Uncle Chen was shocked, and his voice changed in a panic, "Don't worry, I, I'll call a doctor!" ”

He staggered to his feet, and before he could stand firmly, he ran outside, and he could vaguely hear his anxious and old voice coming continuously, "Someone, call the doctor!" ”

For the first time in the quiet presidential palace, there was an accident, and the medical staff who had fallen asleep hurriedly rushed over with a medical kit, and the president had been placed in the ward arranged by the palace, and his pale face seemed to be lifeless as if it was flowing out of his body.

The eyes in the darkness watched all this silently, and after seeing a scene that satisfied him, he quickly finished packing up the things at hand, threw them neatly on his back, and said proudly, "Call it a day!" ”