In the Persian region, the former capital of the country, the garrison of the Roman army.
It was noisy outside the tent, but it was silent inside the large tent.
All the curtains in the conference room were drawn. In the darkness, a ray of light shot out from the projector and shone on the screen, showing the complicated resume from the other side.
The high-ranking generals of the garrison in the Persian region, the commissioner from Constantine, and the emissary from the imperial guard, as well as the elite senior law enforcement officers sat behind the table, listening to the explanation of the intelligence department.
"This is the goal of our joint operation this time, and it is also the biggest unstable factor in the entire southern region of Persia."
The emissary stood next to the screen and pointed to the vague silhouette that appeared between the files. He said in a solemn voice, "For a long time, he and his integrated front have been entrenched in the southern mountain region, causing us a lot of trouble. Because of him, the overall international oil price dropped by six percent in April last year. All this time, he has caused more than 100 billion denars of losses to the garrison, and the direct or indirect deaths of nearly 600 garrison soldiers have been close to 600. "
"Haven't you tried bombing?" The commissioner of Constantine asked.
He was not an amateur commander, but he represented the Senate to ask questions to the garrison. Everything must have a clear and definite answer.
Why would such a person become a big problem for the Empire?
Thanks to this guy's continuous attacks, the budget of the garrison had been constantly increasing every year. At the same time, more importantly, after a long political struggle, there was a proposal to withdraw the army in the Senate.
For oil, Rome and the Russian Federation had been in the same land for too long.
Both sides were gradually exhausted.
"It is difficult for us to determine their location," the commentator replied. "The integrated front and the local forces are very close, and the whereabouts of the person in charge are uncertain. We are still unable to determine his identity.
No one knows what his name was, or where he came from. We only know that, four years ago, he appeared in Baghdad, entered a restaurant, and, after making a speech on the spot, was invited to his house by the listeners, who offered him all they had, and entreated him to guide them, but he did not take a penny from them. Instead, he traveled all over Persia and preached.
At first, we thought he was just a fraud, but when we realized it, a new terrorist organization had formed in the Baghdad area. Everyone fanatically followed him, believing that he could bring a new order to this land. What happened after that was just as you can see from the report. He continuously brought us huge losses. "
"Have you considered a surrender plan?" The messenger of the Imperial Guard asked.
This group of members of the Roman Empire's secret service was best at dirty tricks like this. When soldiers fought and sacrificed on the frontlines, there were countless instances of them reaching a settlement with drug traffickers.
"If it was useful, things wouldn't have turned out this way." The Narrator sighed. "Most of the envoys we sent out had their ears cut off and sent back. Some of the more serious ones never returned."
"Killed?" The Senate commissioner frowned.
"No, it's even more humiliating."
The narrator's expression was gloomy. "They betrayed their country and chose to stand against the citizens."
"There was a Lawrence of Canaan?" Someone below laughed softly. "Even if there's no information, doesn't this person have a name? How should others address him? A mysterious man? "
Youknowwho?
It was a joke that no one could laugh at.
"The Lawyer."
After a short silence, the Narrator said indifferently, "Everyone calls him the Lawyer. They think that he will adjust the tone of a piano and return everything to the right track."
"It sounds really elegant." The commander who had just sneered raised his eyebrows. "Unfortunately, it ends here."
"This is your mission, Mr. Red Gloves."
The general of the Persian garrison said, "We have determined the current location of him and his confidant through insider information. There are only two of them, far away from their own army and subordinates. They are at their weakest.
Your mission is to bring him back intact. I want him alive. Do you understand? "
"Capture the Lawyer alive?" The captain of the special forces with the internal code name Red Gloves asked, "Is it necessary?"
"Why not?" The general asked, "If we can control the Lawyer, the integrated front can become a sharp blade in our hands … a sharp blade to deal with the Russian Federation. Do you understand? This time, we can't make any mistakes. "
"I understand."
The Red Gloves slowly stood up and picked up the mission brief that was given to him. He slowly put on his gloves and saluted to the officers present. "We will do our best."
The general stood up. "For Rome."
"Well, back to Rome."
The Red Gloves turned and walked out of the conference room.
Outside the tent, the action team members who were armed to the teeth had been waiting for a long time.
The elite team formed by the combination of the imperial guards and the law enforcers waited quietly. They stood under the scorching sun like ghosts.
They were about to dissipate in the rising heat.
.
When the Red Gloves woke up again, he felt that the world was upside down.
He was hanging in the air, dying.
In the darkness, there was only the sound of him gasping for breath.
The elites selected from the whole of Rome, the elites jointly created by the imperial guards and the law enforcers, the soldiers who were like ghosts had all become ghosts at this moment.
It was incredible … in the hands of a woman.
Yes, a woman.
At the beginning of the operation, everything went smoothly. They broke through the village with irresistible force and came in front of the lawyer.
When the man raised his hands and surrendered, everyone ignored the woman behind him.
The trusted assistant who exuded a harmless aura.
He allowed her to walk within ten steps of him with her bare hands.
At that time, they didn't know what kind of monster had stepped into their hunting ground.
When the dagger pierced out from the darkness and cut off his hands, he finally felt a wave of despair and fear amidst his shock.
Unbelievable …
Now, the gentle face of the woman appeared in front of him again, making him almost stop breathing in fear.
"Xiaoxian, you scared him."
Next to her, someone sighed helplessly in Dongxia language. "Why did you leave only one alive?"
"It's convenient. I can't help it."
The person called Xiaoxian raised her hand and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Then, she smiled and raised the plate in her hand. "I just made dinner. Do you want to eat some?"
"Don't tease him, and don't feed my captive that kind of food that will kill people."
"Didn't I catch him?"
Xiaoxian argued.
"Now, he's mine."
A low voice gradually approached, mixed with the sound of a chair being dragged on the ground.
A weather-beaten middle-aged man sat in front of him.
His thin and tall body was deeply wedged into the red glove's eyes like engravings. His calm and cold posture was unforgettable after a glance.
What was more eye-catching than his temperament was his pitch-black eyes, which seemed to be burning with ghost fire. He had long black hair, but it was mixed with wisps of gray, which made him look even more weathered.
It was obvious that his face used to be handsome and dignified, but now it had become so dignified and cold that people didn't dare to look at him directly.
Black eyes and black hair?
Is he a Roman?
Immediately, the red glove came to his senses. Through the tanned skin, he saw the original color of the man. Because of this, he was even more stunned.
Asian? An Asian?
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Red Glove."
The man called the Tuner sat in front of him and stared at him calmly. He introduced himself, "You can call me the Tuner. I'm just a traveler who happened to pass by."
It was as if he was telling a joke, but it was hard to laugh.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you, nor will I torture you. The things that you Romans like to do won't happen to you."
After a short silence, he said calmly, "I want to talk to you about everything that the Romans and the Russian Federation have done to this land.
Everything that originally had nothing to do with me … "
The red glove originally wanted to sneer. He should have been disdainful.
However, when the man spoke, he couldn't help but want to listen. He felt curious and some kind of … indescribable attraction.
It was as if someone had raised a torch in the dark and told him the truth.
He should have chosen to commit suicide at that moment.
If he still had the slightest bit of loyalty to Rome.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
He heard what the man in front of him said to him.
About position, about responsibility, about the country.
And about the responsibility of a person who was born into this world.
About how to be a man.
About … justice.
.
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A month later, the Red Glove returned to the garrison camp.
He was alone.
He was the last survivor of the combat team that had disappeared without a trace.
The moment he was discovered, he was taken to the infirmary and carefully examined. He was healthy. The people of the Integrated Front did not abuse him. Even his broken right hand was sutured properly and exploded.
Then, the military officers repeatedly questioned and interrogated him in the confinement room, questioning him about everything that had happened to him.
From beginning to end, the Red Glove did not say a word.
He just closed his eyes.
But when he occasionally opened his eyes, they were cold and fanatical, as if he was ready to sacrifice himself for the truth.
Eighteen hours later, after harsh interrogation and trying various drugs, the interrogators gave up all their attempts on the Red Glove in frustration.
And after another eight hours, after a short sleep and food, the Red Glove walked into the conference room. As the emissary of the Integrated Front, he saw the people he had seen before.
"Tell me why you're here, former Red Gloves."
The garrison general, who held the report of the losses these days, said indifferently, "Just like your former colleagues. Tell me, the request of the lawyer. What does that lunatic want from our hands? "
"Basic order, clean drinking water, and insignificant medicine."
The Red Glove laughed, "What we want, no, what the suffering people of this land desire, is that simple."
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