Li Lin lacks a sense of morality, or in other words, has a tendency not to treat people as human beings. In his opinion, the verdict of the terrorists and the three tribes is the same as the good or bad weather.

Since those terrorists feel that it is not them who are wrong, it is the world that is ready to violently overthrow the current system. Then, let them and their families leave this world and go to another world to fight for their ideals.

In order to make the execution process look more artistic, or to show respect for life. Li Lin also plans to transplant a few cherry blossom trees at the execution site, and the prisoners enjoy the falling of the meat slices one after another, while admiring the cherry blossoms falling at a rate of 5 centimeters per second, perhaps they can understand some life principles from the momentary blooming and withering, and the prisoners behind look at the cherry blossoms that are full of blood, more and more bewitching and delicate, and say to them some last words to serve the country, desperate poems or something, which can also play a role in stimulating inspiration - if their tongues are still left.

It's a bad taste peculiar to sadism, but it's not an end in itself, not even a milestone, it's just a bargaining tool.

As a totalitarian, Prime Minister Richelieu would never condone actions that might destabilize the country. But he also has to consider the balance of power of all parties, especially the containment of the V.E consortium. Among them, the army is a relatively important chess piece, although it is not at eye to eye with the navy, but based on various grievances and practical interests, their antipathy to the consortium far exceeds that of other branches of the military, and if it is used properly, it can play an unexpected role. Therefore, although in this incident, the army young Zhuang faction committed his old man's taboo, the prime minister did not intend to do the thing. Except for the first offender, most of the others can save their lives.

It was precisely because he saw through the prime minister's careful thinking that Li Lin deliberately put on a super tough posture and let the prime minister choose between "large-scale punishment" and "all criminals will be sentenced to death". At the same time, he also used the word "strong jianyì" to give himself leeway, kicking the ball to Richelieu.

In any case, he will not take any risks and responsibilities, after all, he is not the one who makes the choice.

(Damn profiteers-!!)

Mazarin cursed from the bottom of his heart, he had already been mentally prepared to accept the difficulties, and had drawn up several plans. But until this moment. He realized that he was facing a tough battle with no hope in sight.

"Let's stop here on the subject. I don't think Your Excellency has been given the right to make a decision, and the judicial process of the trial is still going on, so we are not in a hurry to come up with a reason now. ”

Wave your hand. The last remaining thoughts of Mazarin's dying struggles were dispelled. Li Lin continued to ask with the same smile:

"Next. Shall we move on to the next part? Or is Master Mazarin going to change the order of the agenda. Postpone the young man's marriage and discuss the progress and cost of the Navy's new ships?"

Feel the surplus of the president of V.E Foundation Co., Ltd. who knows it well. Mazarin's tempered heart trembled, and his folded hands trembled.

He lost completely, whether it was intelligence, negotiation strategy, or changes in thinking - all of them were defeated by the man in front of him.

Leaning back on the couch, Mazarin sighed softly.

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Squeak-

The sound of bicycle brakes sounded one after another in the alleys, the hard-soled leather shoes stepped on the ground, the wolfdogs wearing haltered heads barked like crazy, and the hollow, harsh, cold-hard concerto spread through the air.

The footsteps are monotonous and have a pretentious leisure, which is no different from torture to the residents who are suffering from anxiety and fear.

The north wind pierced through the tattered windows, the old planks let out a hoarse and mournful howl, and the oil lamps flickering in the cold wind illuminated the terrified, filthy faces. There was a loud bang, and the rotten wood that could barely be called the door fell to the ground. The uninvited guest shrouded in black swaggered into the room, and the trembling lights pulled out a distorted shadow behind the man in black, and the shadows that kept winding all the way to the mud wall were like a giant black slug.

The man, who was darker than the shadow, covered his face with a white scarf, and a pair of beautiful purple eyes peeked out from under the woolen hat, and after carefully examining the room, a hoarse voice floated out of the shadow.

"Brown bread, potato soup...... Preparing for a New Year's festival?"

The tone and tone of his speech are not inhibited at all, I wonder if this is the way it was, or is it suppressing feelings?

"That's it, then ......"

"Ahem!"

A cough from behind interrupted the man in black, and a man in a black suit, black disc windscreens, combed his hair parted, and straddled a pistol diagonally. Black burly men in suits of the same color and style rushed in. In the blink of an eye, the dilapidated hut was filled with people, and the barking of wolfhounds outside the door kept drifting in, adding to the slaughter.

Zhongfentou took out a stack of paperwork from his bosom and shook it off, and the word "IOU" was written on the top of the printing paper decorated with a cumbersome pattern.

"François, tomorrow is the New Year's Festival, and this account cannot be postponed any longer. ”

"Young master, I can't open the pot at home! please allow me to give me a few days!"

The old owner fell to his knees, pleading with despair on his face. The young master, whose face couldn't see clearly, was just about to say something, when the piercing laughter of the middle head sounded again.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

Evil overflowed from laughter, mercilessly mocking the prey that fell into the trap, enjoying the pleasure of blackmailing the weak, and enjoying the wails of the other as a chant—so that the laughter of the demons bypassed the silent young master and blackened the dimly lit room.

"Don't worry, François. Our young master also knows that it is difficult for your family to repay debts, and today he will point out a shortcut to repay your debts. ”

Knowing that the words of the middle head could not be trusted, the owner of the house, who had no choice, was still unwilling to let go of the only remaining straw in front of him, and asked, "What shortcut?" and leaned his face over.

"Give your daughter to pay the debt. ”

"What ?!!"

The old man was so frightened that he took several steps backwards in succession, and almost fell down. A smirkling face caught up with him.

"Today, either pay off the debt, or send your daughter to our young master, otherwise...... Hehe, you want to go swimming in the Seine, right?"

The bear-strong black suits rolled up their sleeves and were about to make a move, when a muffled voice sounded intermittently.

"This ...... This kind of thing ......"

"Young Master?"

The young master who was standing gasped as if he was extremely excited in his heart, and his whole body trembled.

Is it because of the twisted excitement of torturing others? Or is it the excitement of finally getting the woman of your dreams?

Just as everyone present speculated, unable to hold back the passion in his heart any longer, the young man tore off his scarf.

"Wow, ah!! this is a human thing, what a !!!!!! is it?"

Throwing the scarf and hat out of the distance, Roland stomped his feet and shouted. The wolfhound outside the door barks at the moon and howls neatly (to be continued......)

PS: Well, pedaling a bicycle, combing in the middle, wearing black clothes, carrying a box cannon - such a classic image should be familiar to everyone. It would be more perfect to leave a handful of dwarfs with Danrenhu in the group, hehe......