The region of Persia, once the capital of the country, was home to the Roman army.

There was a commotion outside the tent, but there was silence inside the large tent.

All the curtains were lowered in the conference room, and in the dimness, a light shot out of the projector and shone on the screen, showing the complex history from the other side.

The high-ranking generals of the Persian garrison, the commissioners from Constantine and even the emissaries of the Janissaries, as well as the elite high-ranking magistrates, sat behind their desks and listened to the intelligence services.

"This is the goal of our joint operation, and it is the greatest source of instability in the whole of southern Persia. ”

Standing next to the screen, the messenger pointed to the vague silhouette that appeared between the files, and said in a solemn voice: "For a long time, he and his integration front have been entrenched in the southern mountain range, which has caused us great trouble, because of him, the overall international oil price fell by six percentage points in April last year. And all the time he has caused losses of more than 100 billion dinars to the garrison, and the number of garrisons who have died directly or indirectly has approached more than 600. ”

"Haven't you tried bombing?" asked Constantine's commissioner.

He was not a layman commanding an insider, but he was asking questions to the garrison on behalf of the Senate, and everything had to be answered with a clear and unambiguous answer.

Why would such a person become a major problem for the Empire?

Thanks to this guy's constant attacks, the budget for the garrison has been increasing every year, and at the same time, more importantly, after a long period of political wrangling, there is already a faint proposal for withdrawal in the Senate.

For the sake of oil, Rome has been consuming a piece of land with the Russian Union for too long.

Both sides grew tired.

"It's hard for us to pinpoint where they are. The narrator replied: "The Integrative Front is very closely connected with the local forces, and the whereabouts of the principal are so erratic that we have not even been able to determine his identity until now."

No one knows what his name was or where he came from, except that four years ago he appeared in the Baghdad area, walked into a restaurant, gave a speech on the spot, and was welcomed into his home by the listeners, who offered all his possessions and begged for his guidance, but he did not take a penny. Rather, he traveled throughout Persia and preached.

At first, we thought he was just a fool and a liar, but by the time we reacted, a whole new terrorist group had taken shape in the Baghdad region. Everyone fanatically followed him, believing that he could bring a new order to the land. What happened afterwards is as you can see from the report, and he has caused us a lot of loss. ”

"Have you considered a plan for surrender?" asked the Praetorian envoy.

This group of members of the secret services of the Roman Empire is best at this set of dirty things. When soldiers fought and died on the front lines, there were countless reconciliations they reached with the heads of drug dealers.

"If it had worked, things wouldn't have become the way they are. The narrator sighed: "Most of the messengers we sent were sent back by him with their ears cut off, and there are more serious ones who will never return." ”

"Killed?" the commissioner of the Senate frowned.

"No, it's more shameful than that. ”

The narrator's expression was gloomy: "They rebelled, turned their backs on the Motherland and chose to stand in opposition to the citizens. ”

"There's a Lawrence of Canaan?" someone below chuckled softly, "even if there is no information, doesn't this man have a name?

Youknowwho?

A cold joke that makes people laugh.

—Lawyer. ”

After a brief pause, the narrator said nonchalantly: "Everyone calls him a tuning lawyer, thinking that he will get everything back on track like tweaking the timbre of a piano." ”

"Sounds so elegant. The commander who had just sneered raised his eyebrows: "It's a pity, that's the end of it." ”

"That's your mission, Lord Red Glove. ”

The general of the Persian garrison raised his voice: "We have determined through inside intelligence the location of him and his henchmen, there are only two of them, far away from their own army and subordinates, and it is the weakest time.

Your mission is to bring him back in its entirety, and I'm going to live, understand?"

"Capture the lawyer alive?" asked the special forces captain with the internal code name Red Glove, "is it necessary?"

"Why not?" the general asked rhetorically, "If we can hold the lawyer in our hands, the integration front can become a sharp blade in our hands...... A sharp blade against the Russian League, do you understand? This description cannot be missed. ”

"I understand. ”

Red Glove slowly got up, picked up the task briefing given to him, slowly put on his gloves, and saluted the officers present: "We will do our best." ”

The general stood up, "For Rome." ”

"Well, back to Rome. ”

Red Glove turned and walked out of the conference room.

Outside the tents, armed to the teeth, the operatives have been waiting for a long time.

Elite squads from the Praetorian Guard and the Magistrates waited silently, standing in the blazing sunlight like ghosts.

It is about to dissipate in the rising heat.

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When Red Glove woke up again, he felt the heavens and the earth hanging upside down.

He was suspended in the air, dying.

In the darkness, he was the only one who gasped for breath.

The elites selected from all over Rome, the elites created by the joint efforts of the Praetorian Guards and the law enforcement officers, those soldiers who were like ghosts, have all become ghosts at this moment.

Incredible ...... In the hands of a woman.

That's right, a woman.

The initial operation went well, and they broke through the village with great momentum and came to the lawyer.

When the man raised his hands and tied them up, everyone ignored the woman behind him.

The henchman who exuded a harmless aura.

Let her walk within ten steps with her bare hands.

At that time, they did not know what kind of monster had already stepped into their hunting grounds.

When the dagger that stabbed out of the darkness severed his hands, he finally felt a wave of despair and fear in horror.

Unbelievable......

Now, the woman's gentle face resurfaced in front of him, and his breath was almost cut off in fear.

"Xiaoxian, you scared him. ”

Next to him, someone sighed helplessly in Dongxia language, "Why is there only one living mouth left?"

"It's easy, I can't help it. ”

The person known as Xiaoxian raised his hand, gently pulled a strand of broken hair behind his ear, and then raised the plate in his hand with a smile: "I just made dinner, do you want to eat some?"

"Don't tease him, and don't feed my captives that poison people. ”

"Didn't I catch it?"

Xiaoxian argued.

"Now, it's mine. ”

A deep voice approached, mingled with the sound of chairs dragging on the floor.

A weather-beaten middle-aged man sat in front of him.

The thin and straight body was wedged deep into the pupils of the red gloves like a notch, and such a calm and cold posture was unforgettable after a glance.

Even more conspicuous than his temperament are his pitch-black eyes, as if they were burning with ghost fire. He has long black hair, but it is mixed with this eye-catching gray, which shows even more vicissitudes.

It can be seen that what was once a handsome and dignified face has now become so majestic and solemn that people dare not look at it directly.

Black-eyed and black-haired?

Is it a Roman?

Immediately, the red gloves reacted, and through the bronzed complexion of the sun, they glimpsed the original color. Because of this, it is becoming more and more sluggish.

Asian? An Asian?

"First meeting, Red Glove. ”

The man known as the Counselor sat in front of him, stared at him calmly, and introduced himself: "You can call me a Lawyer, a ...... Just a traveler passing by by accidentally. ”

It's like a joke, but it doesn't make people laugh.

"Rest assured, I will not kill you, nor will I torture you—the one you Romans like will not come to you. ”

After a brief silence, he said calmly: "I would like to tell you all about what the Romans and Russians have done to this land.

Originally, everything that had nothing to do with me ......"

The Red Gloves were meant to be laughed at, and should have been dismissed.

But when the man spoke, he couldn't help but want to listen, and felt curiosity, and some kind of ...... Indescribable appeal.

It was as if someone in the darkness of the night had lifted a torch and told him the truth.

He should have chosen to commit suicide at that moment.

If only he had the slightest loyalty to Rome.

It's a pity that everything was late.

He heard the man in front of him speak to him.

About the position, about the responsibility, about the state.

There is also the responsibility that a person should fulfill when he comes into this world.

About how to be a man.

Concerning...... Justice.

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A month later, the Red Glove returned to the garrison's camp.

Alone.

He was the last survivor of the non-informed combat team.

The moment he found out, he was taken into the infirmary and examined carefully - he was in good health, the people of the Unity Front had not abused him, and even the severed right hand had been properly stitched up and exploded.

Immediately afterwards, the military commanders conducted repeated questioning and interrogation in the confinement room, questioning him about what had happened to him.

From beginning to end, Red Gloves didn't say a word.

Just with your eyes closed.

But when the eyes are occasionally opened, they are cold and fanatical, as if they are always ready to die for the truth.

Eighteen hours later, after harsh interrogation and various attempts with various potions, the interrogators frustrated and gave up all attempts at the Red Glove.

And after another eight hours, after a short sleep and eating, Red Gloves walked into the conference room—as an emissary of the Integration Front, meeting the same people he had seen.

"Tell me what you came from, former Lord Red Glove. ”

The general of the garrison, who was holding the report of the losses of these days, said indifferently: "Just like those former colleagues of yours." Tell me, what the lawyer asks for - what the hell that madman wants from us. ”

"Basic order, clean drinking water, and insignificant medicines. ”

Red Glove laughed: "What we want, no, what the suffering people of this land desire, it's as simple as that. ”