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"Based on the information provided by the parties during the second judgment process, as well as the restoration of the scene by scientific and technological equipment."

"On behalf of the legal department of the 1242nd district of Tyrone One, I declare you in favor of the case, Mr. He Chou."

In the white room, a woman holding a weighing pole stood in front of two men and respectfully announced the results to them.

Then the white room disappeared.

Instead, there were cold, narrow hallways, cold seats under butts, cold cables on brain-computer interfaces.

The woman also disappeared, and only the opponent of He Chou remained.

He Chou took off the cable, sighed at his hand, and got up to look down at his opponent in the white room just now.

"We'll see, the rice bucket in the Star Zone." The opponent stood up and gave an extremely cold smile, opened the door and left the hallway under He Chou's watchful eyes, and left in a floating car with the Tyrone Navy logo outside.

"Navy,." He Chou touched the back of his head, a little in a trance, but soon he didn't care.

He waited on the side of the road and squeezed onto the teleportation platform leading to the first division of the world at Tyrone One.

Everyone waited in line.

For people like He Chou, the commute time is not long, but the time to wait for the transfer platform.

The powerful characters are sitting in the floating car, and the old thing is not as fast as the teleportation commute, but fortunately, it is enjoyment, if there is a choice, who wants to squeeze on the teleportation platform?

Besides, the time is really so rushed, do you have to teleport over?

But it's useless to complain, He Chou clearly understands his level, so he thinks about it, or honestly squeezes on the platform.

Until I don't know how long it took, it was finally His Sorrow's turn.

He walked up to the teleportation point, his eyes closed and opened, and he was instantly in Sector One.

In this division, nicknamed Nuevocato, stands the core of the entire sector, the Admiralty and the War Department...... These mega-buildings of the super-department stand in a circle around here, and in the center of the circle around the mega-structure is a giant statue.

Statue of the Lord of Tyrone.

Classic skin, holding a scepter chainsaw sword and stepping on the head of a genestealer chieftain with the chainsaw sword pointing forward, then a relief of a large group of soldiers in the rear.

It stands to reason that the people who can get in and out of New Cato are the big guys, but there are always exceptions.

He Chou had been here countless times, and he walked to the bottom of the Navy Department building, and found an archive room isolated from the corner of the hall on the first floor, and then found a small dark room with smoke in the archive room.

The door sign in the small black room that was about to fall was hung with a sign that read "Diplomatic Team".

After pushing the door in, a warm greeting came from the small black room.

A total of more than a dozen male and female colleagues.

There is also a former Tyrone Army retired regiment commander sitting in the boss's chair at the head of the long table, who looks like a ruthless character, and is actually a ruthless character.

"Team Leader!" He Chou saluted his superiors like a soldier in the legion, and then sat back in his place.

He also wanted to call a name or something like others called other superiors, but he really couldn't shout it, because this old guy didn't reveal his name at all.

He was a psychopath, and thought he was fighting on the front lines of the Tyrone War......

After greeting his colleagues again, He Chou lowered his head and was busy with his own affairs.

But there's nothing going on in the diplomatic team at all, unless everyone has nothing to do, and they have to do diplomacy with the Greenskins and Necrons or something, or find the crazy pointy ears of pride......

Otherwise, the daily thing is to stay.

Even the dealings between the Empire and the Five Hundred Worlds are not the responsibility of the diplomatic team, but the departments directly under the Lord of Tyrone.

"If I were still at Beisu No. 4, I would have been sitting in the floating car and following the beautiful female assistant of the stone man."

"Either that's going big."

When there is nothing to do, He Chou always thinks so.

Just like the process of his life that has never changed, it is also a process that cannot be shaken by such two sentences of emotion every day when he goes to work.

And every time at this time, He Chou will think of his old lady.

Why worry.

What's there to worry about?

Nothing to worry about, smooth sailing.

That's what the name means.

He Chou felt that his name was not domineering, and he was not as good as his old lady He Qizheng, but he couldn't do anything about it.

In addition to the name, He Chou's deepest impression of the master is that the old guy is too strict.

When He Chou was admitted to the capital college of the Star District one day, he euphemistically expressed to the grandfather that he wanted to stay in Beisu, but when the grandfather, who did not look old, clenched his fists and asked the grandson to repeat a sentence to his old ears with a smile, He Chou compromised.

A momentary compromise has brought us to the current situation.

It is not uncommon to say that food and clothing are smooth sailing, but how can the descendants of the governors of a planet, the heirs of war heroes decades ago, aspire to just do idle jobs?

If only it could be like the old lady......

He thought about it.

In the life-and-death stakes of the Star Sector, in the Battle of Tyrone, make the right decisions and lead the vast majority of the world's population from being slaughtered by Chaos.

Lead the war and put up a tough fight against powerful invaders, even if the invaders are legion-sized Red Pirates.

Fight alongside the returning Lord of Tyrone at the end of the war.

Recalling the legendary story that his grandfather told him when he was a child, He Chou would feel his blood surging every time, as if he was in that changing era.

"We have won this war."

"Because I will personally lead you to tear a gap in the enemy's front on the southern continent of the planet."

"For me? No, for the sake of the Star Zone, for the sake of every world in the Star Zone, for the 12.1 billion people who exist in the North Nest! Praise be to all the brave men of this intelligent race of mankind! ”

He Chou couldn't imagine that if he had existed at that time, and he was standing there, listening to the inspiring words, and then teleporting out with the Lord of Tyrone, killing the enemy's position......

"Stop daydreaming." The female colleague next to her raised her hand and slid through the air.

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He Chou saw the hint in his field of vision, and his face showed doubt: "I won't go and help all of you run errands and buy drinks...... Unless you tell me, how do you know I'm daydreaming? ”

"The last time you peeked at your psychological test results, I caught a glimpse of a comment on it, you like fantasies, so ......"

"Okay, go right away, everyone, wait a minute."

He Chou rushed out of the office of the diplomatic team as if he was running away, but instead of running far, he went to rub the free drink of the Admiralty on the second floor.

He'd done this many times, and he's done it well.

(End of chapter)