"Evil? What is evil? "
"Before the great, glorious, and correct laws of history, there is no evil. There is only the respectable darkness behind the light."
The brown-haired officer's voice suddenly rose like an angry waterbird. The feathers on the top of his head stood up in fear, and his slender neck made the air flow through it become sharp. In the sharp tone, there was unmistakable contempt and disdain. The waterbird that stepped on the green water grass was looking down at the shellfish below.
His words revealed the firmness and pride in his heart, as well as the narcissism that spread from it. In the dark underground room, there seemed to be a light whose color could not be seen. It enveloped the body of this federal officer whose hands were stained with blood, causing his dark green military uniform to sparkle.
"Only a strong and powerful central Federation that has the support of all parties can defeat the Empire and lead us to victory. In order to achieve this goal, many people must be eliminated, including the stubborn warlord Zhong Suohu who destroyed the unity of the Federation. "
Perhaps it was because of He Youyou's questioning before his death that made the brown-haired officer feel the anger of his ideals being misunderstood. With a gloomy voice, he said the first part of the sentence with disdain and a hint of excitement.
He Youyou's face was pale, and his eyes were cloudy and lifeless. He stared at the brown-haired officer who was waving his arms excitedly in the shadows before him. Suddenly, he laughed somewhat nervously and murmured in a low voice, "Is defeating the Empire really that important?"
"This is a matter of life and death, a question that is higher than life and death." In the shadows, the brown-haired officer's nose bridge was high like a sharp sword. He said coldly, "The Empire is a primitive, bloody, and shameless existence. It should have been thrown into the garbage heap of the history of the universe a long time ago. Since you can't change it on your own, let us do it. "
"We are not invaders." The officer said with a heavier tone, "What we need to do is to rescue the people of the lower class of the Empire and let the light of the Constitution cover the entire universe. Humanity will return to peace and have ample time and energy to advance into the depths of the universe.
"This beautiful and harmonious new era is our historical mission. For this historical mission, anyone can be sacrificed, and any means can be allowed.
"The question is … do the people of the lower class of the Empire need you? Do they crave for you to rescue them?"
He Youyou leaned against the cold wall, his eyes still devoid of life, but gradually, he finally understood some things.
"We just want to do this. We don't need the consent or understanding of the lower class of the Imperium. Our civilization is advanced and superior, so we have the responsibility to help them. " The brown-haired officer said coldly, "If we don't persist in doing the right thing just because the other party can't understand it, that would be an irresponsible attitude."
"The Federation is superior to the Empire because of its charter, rule of law, and the spirit of freedom."
"What about you? You assassinated the commander of the Federation, sold information to the Empire, and threatened me with the lives of my wife and daughter … My daughter is only four years old this year! "
He Youyou's eyes widened as he angrily reprimanded, "In order to win, in order to eliminate those people who are above the law, who are not on the same path as you, you did not hesitate to destroy this spirit and put yourself above the law. What's the difference between you and the people you hate? What right do you have to talk about the injustice of saving the Empire? "
These fanatical Federation officers reminded him and woke him up. It turned out that being a citizen of the Empire was not a natural sin. There were sins that were born for various reasons everywhere in this universe.
There was a deathly silence in the gloomy underground room. After a long time, the brown-haired officer in the shadows said with a slightly hoarse voice, "So, in the future, we will also be swept into the trash heap of history, but …"
Then he raised his head and said proudly and coldly, "But no matter who writes history in the future, they cannot deny that our actions have pushed this history forward and made our own contributions. We do not fight for days and nights, but only for ten thousand years."
In He Youyou's eyes, the pride of the brown-haired Federation officer from the bottom of his heart and his expression of martyrdom were just ridiculous and ridiculous fanaticism and excitement. Crazy, everyone has gone crazy.
The world laughs at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at the world for not being able to see through it. Actually, when will I be able to truly see through it? The brown-haired Federation officer lowered his head for an instant and then raised his head again. Still calm and graceful, there was pride in his confidence. He looked at He Youyou and said with a smile, "When we sent you to Bermuda, you could have tried to escape to the Empire, but you did not."
He Youyou's body stiffened slightly. Thinking of the meeting with the commissioner of the Imperial Royal Intelligence Agency and his mental struggle at that time, he could not help but clench his fists and sink into the painful memories.
"But you did not escape because you could not bear to leave your wife and daughter behind. You were worried about what would happen to them after you escaped." The brown-haired officer smiled and praised, "In this aspect, I admire you very much. For a citizen of the Empire to have the courage to give up the chance to survive for the sake of his family in the Federation."
He Youyou did not say anything. He lowered his head in silence, thinking of his wife and daughter. He was depressed and sad. He did not know if they would live well after his death. He did not know if they would be able to learn of his death. He did not know if Roose would be able to open that little shop next year. He did not know if his daughter would be able to carry slippers for other men when she grew up.
He did not know what would happen to everything he cared about and loved after his death. He did not know at all.
"It is very difficult for me to trust people as shameless as you, but other than trusting your promise, there is no other way." He Youyou lowered his head and said, "Speak, what do you want me to do in the end? Don't forget, you promised me to let them live."
"It's very simple, end this matter."
The brown-haired officer handed over a simple recording pen and a simple black pistol.
He Youyou took the recording pen, but he did not pick up the pistol. He stared in a daze at the black metal pistol on the table. His gaze rose again and fell on the faintly discernible brown hair and straight nose of the officer across from him in the shadows.
A few minutes later, there was the sound of a gunshot.
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The forest on the ground was already dusk. When Ximen Jin crawled out from the pile of old leaves, what entered his eyes was a red that covered the sky and covered the earth. It was just like the flower of blood that had just burst out from He Youyou's forehead. After a slight pause, he leaned against a large tree. He took off his brown wig and lit a cigarette. Looking at the setting sun in the distance and the military prison building in the evening light, he was silent for a long time and sighed slightly.
In the end, He Youyou did not pick up the gun and shoot at him.
That guy should be a good person. Fortunately, he did not have a family. Otherwise, if it was up to him to choose, between the despair and hatred before death and the safety of his wife and daughter, he really would not know which to choose. Ximen Jin took a deep drag of the cigarette and thought in the light green smoke.
He sat down and leaned against the large tree. He opened the workbench in his hand and quickly operated with his fingers. He turned the relevant information on the computer and the document with He Youyou's electronic signature into fragments of information and sent them out into space.
From the beginning, they had never thought of killing He Youyou. He Youyou was a seed of the Empire in their hands. Furthermore, through Zhong Shouhu's death, he would win the boundless trust of the Empire. For the Federation, this meant an unimaginable amount of benefits.
However, they never thought that there would be someone in this world who could surpass the authority of the Bureau of Proclamation and know that they had hidden a seed of the Empire. Furthermore, this matter was exposed.
Ximen Jin's brows were deeply furrowed. He pondered bitterly in the twilight and green smoke. According to the information from the Bureau of Proclamation, Xu Le had the first sequence authority. The question was: How could he have such a high sequence authority?
A burst of rapid footsteps and thunderous roars interrupted his thoughts.
"Don't move!"
"Put your hands up!"
"Don't move!"
More than 20 fully armed and murderous Federation soldiers appeared at the edge of the forest as if they had descended from the sky. They held all kinds of weapons in their hands and surrounded Ximen Jin in the middle.
These clearly well-trained elite soldiers completely controlled the situation as soon as they appeared. However, for some reason, they were still roaring with stern expressions. They seemed to be very nervous.
On the contrary, Ximen Jin, who was surrounded, still had a calm expression. He still held the half-burned cigarette between his fingers.
The calmness was just a facade. It was because he was very familiar with this group of soldiers that he could forcefully suppress the shock in his heart and pretend to be indifferent.
The Iron Seventh Division's Special Guards Battalion, Ximen Jin's most direct subordinates in the past, actually pointed their guns at him today.
"Don't move!"
The commander of the Iron Seventh Division's Special Guards Battalion held the Pan Nengwei submachine gun and aimed it between Ximen Jin's eyebrows. He roared in a hoarse voice, "Battalion commander, don't move, or I'll have to shoot you!"
The cigarette slipped from between his fingers. Ximen Jin lowered his head and stepped on it with his military boots. He didn't keep absolutely still according to the request of these soldiers. Instead, he raised his head and stared into the eyes of the commander. He took a step forward and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know what you are doing?"
The commander of the Iron Seventh Division took a step forward and pointed the cold muzzle between his eyebrows. He said in a hoarse voice, "Battalion commander, I don't know what we are doing, but if you move one more step, I'll really have to shoot."
"This is the order of the division commander."
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The other departments in the joint investigation team of the attack on the Ancient Bell didn't know what was happening in the forest more than 10 kilometers away from the military prison. The officers and soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division who participated in the investigation sent their arrested targets back to S1 through a military warship as fast as possible and in the most secretive way.
At No. 44, Xinma Avenue, Capital Special District, Du Shaoqing sat in front of his desk and looked at the relevant report submitted by the joint investigation team with no expression on his face. Behind him, raindrops were tapping on his window, making the light inside and outside a little dim.
In front of the wide desk, Ximen Jin stood with his head down. His hands were tied with high-strength plastic ropes, so he couldn't move a finger.
Du Shaoqing didn't look up at him. He just looked at the report in silence. The atmosphere in the room was extremely oppressive.
When the oppressive atmosphere was about to suffocate him, he looked up at Ximen Jin and said, "I told you before that there are many methods that I can't accept."
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(I used to love Qing Xi, who was written by Red Pig Warrior the most. Her preference was to use a person's name in the names of the chapters. Coincidentally, I also used a person's name in these two chapters. Coincidentally, they were two very important people. Ximen Jin's identity ran through the first half of this book. There was no need to guess riddles.
The floor was flooded a little because of my mistake. My leader and I are both simple-minded people. We want to see if it can be done tomorrow. We don't want to call the floor merchants because we are really afraid of trouble. Well, it should be done because very little water leaked out.
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