Mainfield Secondary School.

Afternoon: 14:20.

Outside the meeting room.

"Rockefeller, are you sure this pistol won't kill anyone." Sophie held a pistol and asked again at the sworn Rockefeller in front of her.

"I'm sure this gun won't kill anyone."

Rockefeller nodded affirmatively, he had secretly tried it before, this was a pistol that could not kill people.

"It's not Addison here, where did you get this?"

Sophie looked at her Glock pistol with suspicion again, and she was curious about how Rockefeller had managed to get her hands on it.

Gun laws vary from country to country, with some countries having very strict gun laws that prohibit private ownership of firearms, while others allow private ownership of firearms but require a license.

In general, the attitude of the central government towards gun control is relatively strict, and in the Berlin area, private ownership of firearms is subject to very strict scrutiny and licensing, and is only approved in rare cases, such as hunters or gun enthusiasts. In addition, the law requires all firearms to be registered and must be stored in a specific safety locker.

"It's a secret." Rockefeller pretended to be mysterious.

Looking at the mysterious Rockefeller, Sophie glanced at the other party helplessly, there are quite a lot of secrets on the other party, although she is very curious, but she will not ask too much about these quite private topics.

"Let's retell the plan before it begins." Rockefeller said to Sophie seriously.

"Now that the whole community is gathered in the conference room, and the whole school is in attendance, Mr. Hilton will be here to give his so-called speech about the future of the club, and all we have to do is stop him. Of course, our blocking is not a straightforward block, but a blocking that needs to be a bit shocking. ”

"You should have witnessed the leaflets I handed over earlier, although they were quickly banned by the Arch Guardians, but many people in the school have already seen them, these leaflets will definitely plant seeds in their hearts, and what we have to do is to make the seeds glow."

Rockefeller pointed to the gun in Sophie's hand, his eyes were full of shine, and the expression on his face was solemn and determined.

"Later, I will be the bad guy and interfere with Mr. Hilton, and you will be the good guy, and you will judge me on the side of the group, just use this pistol."

After Rockefeller finished speaking, Sophie stared straight at him, which made him a little embarrassed, he touched his face, and asked Sophie, who was staring at him:

"Is there anything on my face? Why are you looking at me like that? ”

Faced with Rockefeller's sudden embarrassment, the corners of the girl's mouth rose to reveal a playful smile, and her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, as if she was happily playing hide and seek with the boy.

"I suddenly found out that you are quite handsome."

"You, you... What are you talking about? Rockefeller suddenly felt a little stuffy.

"Why are your ears red?"

Sophie stared at Rockefeller's suddenly red ears and asked curiously.

"You'd better get in there, remember to get your gun."

Rockefeller pushed Sophie on the back and motioned for her to hurry up and enter the conference hall.

"Got it, got it."

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After Rockefeller's farewell, Sophie came to the room alone, and she chose to sit in the front seat.

In the meeting room, the lighting is soft and bright, and the seats of the council are neatly arranged, and the emblem of the Rhinefeld High School hangs above it, showing the glory of the school.

Mr. Hilton, dressed in formal attire, stood on the podium with a solemn and confident expression, his gaze scanning each audience member conveyed a strong sense of confidence and deep thought, and his brown eyes were full of wisdom and strength.

Mr. Hilton looked around at the students present, and then pulled out a flyer, which was the Rockefeller spread in the school.

"I'm sure you've seen the contents of this leaflet to some extent."

Hilton's gaze was like a blade, scanning the crowd around him, unabashedly showing his alertness and vigilance, his eyes like the pupils of a hunter, always looking for any possible threat or danger.

Under his glance, the students in the conference room also became silent unconsciously.

"The contents of these leaflets are so ridiculous!"

"Dear students, you are the future of the community, and your future and destiny are closely linked to the motherland. But today, our community is at stake, and we are facing serious problems, and the root of the problem lies with you.

Your generation, addicted to infotainment, entertainment, consumerism, ignoring the pressures and predicaments of society, ignoring the needs and beliefs of the country, you have become selfish, apathetic, irresponsible, and you have ruined not only your own future, but also the future of the Berlin area.

Now we must save our Berlin area, we must save yourselves!

We need to regain our national self-confidence and self-esteem, break the cultural shackles of Addisi, break the weakness of the Central Alliance, spurn the tyrannical mentality of the Oretin Empire, and abandon the exploitative and cannibalistic work system of the Daevite Empire.

We must have our own culture and ideas, we must no longer be bound by other people's standards and evaluations, we must be firm in our beliefs, we must resist those hateful thoughts, and we must regain our own spirit and values, only in this way can we truly become strong.

However, you do not seem to understand this, and you continue to pursue the so-called "freedom, equality, and fraternity", forgetting what these ideas stand for.

This behavior of yours is like a headless snake that is moving in the wrong direction and will only get further and further away from the right path, we must stop this self-deception and self-destruction, and we must take action to change ourselves and change the world.

However, I know that this is not an easy task, and I know that you may reject my thoughts and ideas, and even resent and reject me, but please think about it, the community needs your strength, your actions, and your sense of responsibility and responsibility.

And I will lead you to the light, to the future, to a glorious future that belongs only to Berliners!!

Leave your trust in me!

Only in this way can we truly move towards a strong !! ”

Mr. Hilton's voice was calm and magnetic, full of persuasiveness, and the students listening to the speech below were also attracted by the teacher's aura, they sat quietly, their postures straight, listening carefully to each word, and the emotions of the audience were gradually moved by the teacher's speech, and they were immersed in the teacher's thoughts on the podium, as if they could feel his enthusiasm and charm.

Bang –

And just as Mr. Hilton wanted to continue his speech, a loud knock on the door suddenly sounded.

The sound of the portal hitting the wall was so deafening in the closed conference room that everyone was startled and looked at the door.

There, a boy hurried in, looking a little nervous, his snort a little heavy, and a black suitcase in his hand.

"I don't agree with your speech!!"

Rockefeller interrupted the atmosphere of the conference room with an agitated look on his face, and he raised the black suitcase in his hand under Mr. Hilton's cannibalistic gaze and threw the leaflets stored in the suitcase like splashing water.

The sky of paper fluttered in the conference room, and they flew, like fallen leaves dancing in the autumn sun, one after another, one by one, covering the entire conference room.

The paper dances in the air, as if to promote a thought, a faith, a life force.

Rockefeller walked towards Hilton step by step in the face of the rain of papers, his gaze was so resolute, and soon, he came to Hilton.

"Our future should not be confined to one idea or value, and everyone should have the freedom and right to choose what they think is good for themselves and society, rather than being bound by ideas imposed by others. As a teacher, you can't simply blame young people for social problems, it's a one-sided and unjust perception. ”

Under Hilton's devouring gaze, Rockefeller said loudly:

"I fully understand the concerns and enthusiasm of my classmates about the current environment."

However, I do not agree with Mr. Hilton's approach to achieving so-called "salvation" by manipulating information, restricting freedom, and suppressing dissidents – an approach that will only lead to more contradictions and dissatisfaction, which may eventually lead to more serious crises and turmoil, and we cannot pursue so-called "salvation" at the expense of freedom and human rights.

Second, we must recognize that it is dangerous and foolish to create unnecessary contradictions and hatred. ”

At this time, many people were already holding the flyer, and most of the audience in the conference room had watched the leaflet full of magic a few days ago, and now they watched it again, looking at the leaflet full of magic, they seemed to have entered another world, forgetting everything around them, leaving only the content of the flyer.

Many people's eyes flashed a little clear.

Bang Bang Bang –

At this moment, Mr. Hilton clapped his hands, his applause resounded throughout the conference room as if full of magic, the echo continued, as if it would continue to continue, his clapping movements were very rhythmic, each slap was full of force, and you could almost feel the vibration of his palms.

Heavy and rhythmic applause rang out in the conference room, and after hearing the applause, the clarity in the eyes of many listeners was gradually covered by a certain kind of fanaticism, which was like a tidal wave, gradually eating away at the light in the eyes of the restorers.

"Do you think that's a success?" Mr. Hilton scoffed at Rockefeller.

"I certainly don't think it's going to work out, and sometimes I really suspect that Franklin was a demon, and it all went the way he envisioned it, including the current scenario." Rockefeller laughed along.

The blonde young man who had made a plan laid all the chess pieces to be played in advance as if he knew everything, and as a chess piece, he was just landing according to the position predetermined by the opponent, including now.

"What Franklin ······"

Just when Mr. Hilton was puzzled, he saw a girl stand up in the front row of the conference room, and the other party raised her hand, holding a Glock pistol in her hand, the black metal surface reflected a faint light, and her calm shape showed a strong and determined sense of strength.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the speaker, and the silence of the conference room was suddenly broken by screams of terror, and everyone could not believe their eyes.

The infected of the rabble is different from the denier, it only extremizes the thoughts of others, it is not completely controlled, it needs an anchor called [leader] to keep it running, it needs a fanatical thought to envelop people, and now the people in the conference room are at the transition between fanaticism and sobriety.

And now it's time to wake them up with an outburst!

Time seems to be frozen, and a second becomes a century.

Bang –

The gunshots finally rang out, Sophie pulled the trigger, and the audience closed their eyes and heard the sound of gunshots and speakers falling.

At this moment, the entire conference room fell into a deathly silence. Everyone's eyes widened and they froze in place, their hearts beating extremely fast, and their minds filled with voices of confusion and fear.

And it was not only the audience that was stunned, but also Sophie herself, who stared at the fallen Rockefeller on the podium, his chest covered with flowers of blood, his eyes wide and lying in a pool of blood.

"How could it be ······"

He clearly said that he would not die!!

Sophie dropped her hand and ran to Rockefeller's side with an anxious expression.

On the other hand, Mr. Hilton's expression was as ugly as eating, this dramatic and funny scene completely tore the veil of the [rabble], his sole maintenance was no longer effective, he can now only frantically maintain the network of gradual collapse with other slaves, and his master also appeared at this time.

A royal sister with a cold temperament floated above the podium in the conference room.

She wore a long black dress with sleek lines that accentuated the perfect curves of her figure, and her straight black hair fluttered over her shoulders and shimmered with silver.

The royal sister's facial features are sharp and angular, and the eyebrows exude a unique temperament, which makes people involuntarily awe-inspired, and the eyes are deep and cold, revealing inviolable determination and perseverance, as if they can see through people's hearts and hide everything from people.

Her aura is unique and powerful, making it impossible to ignore her presence, as if you can feel an unfathomable power around her.

Artivik's eyes were cold, at the location where Sophie had fired, where her enemies had finally ceased to hide.

A handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes stood there, wearing a black trench coat that hugged his toned body, with a high collar, looking very handsome, and a neat white shirt underneath, which set off his skin even brighter.

And he wears a black top hat on his head, which adds a bit of mystery to him.

"It's like she seeks to rule, so she is ruled."

The blonde youth laughed and picked up the discarded Glock pistol, while Artivik kept an eye on him.

Looking at Artivik, who had been watching her, Xia Xiu raised the Glock in his hand and introduced to her with a smile:

"This pistol is an art installation that I made, and I named it [Mischief That Can't Kill the Dead], and as the name suggests, it really doesn't kill people, and the blood is fake. Rockefeller's kid is playing hard there, tsk, this kid is still enjoying the girl's knee pillow. ”

Looking at the blonde young man who seemed to be introducing his proud work to a friend, [Domination] was silent.

Looking at Artivik, who was silent, Xia Xiu continued to smile and said:

"Three men and four women, seven spare tires."

The blonde youth took off his top hat and gave a gentlemanly salute to [Dominion].

"Excuse me, beautiful lady Artiwick, do you want to die a decent death, or do you ······?"

Bang –

A bullet was fired at Xia Xiu, and then pierced through his head like a mold.

"Harm~, you made a very irrational choice."

The blonde youth said with a look of regret as he put the black top hat back on.

(End of chapter)