"Say! Who wants to kill me?"

Zhao Yi exuded a faint murderous aura. His face was expressionless, and even the expression deep in his eyes was a little bit tucked. This made the major feel fear from the heart. People who have been on the battlefield for a long time know that this is the most common and common expression that has been contaminated with too many killers and has lost interest in everything. The brain thinking only has madness and barbarity, indifference and ferocity.

He, he will never let me go.

"Tell you, I'm dead too..."

The major smiled miserably, puffed up his cheeks, and gritted his teeth hard. A faint smell of bitter almond immediately floated out of his mouth. Then, his body twitched rapidly like nerves, and a large amount of thick white and sticky saliva permeated from the gaps in his tightly clenched teeth. In just a few seconds, the breath between his mouth and nose was completely blocked, and the blood-filled eyes also lost the light of life.

Zhao Yi looked at the dead major calmly and slowly let go of the hand that stuck the other person's shoulder and neck.

In s12, he had heard many introductions about cyanide from veterans. Many killers would install this highly toxic compound inside the alveolar. For torture or the inability to reveal the truth, death... it is indeed a good relief.

"I would rather die than speak... In fact, dead people cannot keep secrets."

A trace of hideousness flashed across Zhao Yi's mouth. He picked up the fighting knife, grabbed the major's right hand, cut off his nails from his index and middle fingers, and carefully put them into his close-fitting wardrobe.

Few people can omit it from the supervision of the General Administration of the Earth Federal Census. Whether it is internal control or external alert, the Federation needs detailed population survey data. Obviously, the anti-federal pan-joint army is unlikely to have anything to do with this matter. Although Zhao Yi does not have the authority to access information from the General Administration of the Census now, it does not mean that there will be no such opportunity in the future.

......

The main building of the Earth Federation Army headquarters is a gray building that is more than 30 meters high and covers an area of ​​more than 6 million square meters. Looking down from the air, it looks similar to the ancient European brilliance, but it can clearly see the traces of the Eastern style of eaves, and even the ancient Greek temple-style columns... In short, there is no architectural style that can be used as the main direction, but it has the comprehensive details of various ancient civilizations. It is complex and messy, and it feels like countless arrogant and unable to accept other similar architects. Each occupy a corner of the building, racking his brains to build his favorite and most admired creations in his position. In the end, these brick and stone concrete extending from countless corners and gathering in the central part are forcibly kneaded in a way that does not conform to the aesthetics at all, becoming such an alien that is extremely strange and dissatisfied by everyone, but no one can say.

This largely means that the current status of the Earth Federation - the franchised regions that evolved from various countries want to take absolute dominance within the alliance. However, there are always completely opposite voices protesting against this. They argue with each other, argue endlessly, and restrain openly or secretly... Although the state form has disappeared, it has become the biggest contradiction factor within the federal government in the name of "region" or "family". If we must find a symbol that represents the progress of human society in this strange and chaotic situation... Probably, it is only recognized by most people, with a light green basic color, mixed with the dual typical characteristics of the US dollar and the RMB in the old era, and is called the "federal dollar".

A loud and powerful footsteps came from the end of the corridor east of the United Army Headquarters building. The rhythm was very fast, significantly exceeding the normal walking speed. The light slanted from the window shone out on the ground, and the shadows gradually approached with the impact, stretched out the long and rapidly moving dark parts.

Gerald was never as angry as he is now. Flames burned in his eyes, which could cause violent emotions at any time, made his already overburning body quickly expand from under the specially customized extra-large uniform. The muscles full of explosive power raised and rose and fell, forming a daunting upward and thick blood vessels. As heavy breathing erupted between his mouth and nose, they were also beating constantly. With a height of more than two meters and two hundred meters and the curly hair of brown and yellow... it felt like a terrible mad lion who had been angry and was looking for a target for venting.

There are many civil servants at the Federal Army Headquarters. Even under normal duty, there are nearly 20,000 left-behind people in this building. It is 11:26 am now. The secretary who submitted the documents, the guards in charge of security, the officers in various rooms hurriedly traveling to and from various departments, and in civilian costumes, they are actually special members of a certain department, etc. Many people saw Gerald, and they chose to quickly hide in the room to avoid it, or quickly walk to the recesses of the walls and doors to keep quiet. Gerald's hideous face and the prominent major general badge on his shoulders were silently stared at countless gazes. The rank, arrogant, and the tall and thick body as high as a mountain range made those who had no time to avoid it, could only try to put their backs on the wall, straighten their chests and hold their breaths, and give him a spacious enough passage.

"Bang————”

He walked to the room with the "Third Advisory Planning Office" hanging, and kicked the door open with a rough kick under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes.

This is Major General Ogge Hamilton's office.

The decoration style in the room is very luxurious, and many of the furniture has a typical postmodern style. As the owner of the room, Major General Ouge obviously did not expect that someone would break in directly in such a savage way. He was stunned in shock, staring at Gerald, who was strode into the cracked door frame. His hands that had not yet been retracted, were still stuck between the legs of the secretary who had just been torn to pieces by himself and exposed his snow-white skin.

She was a tall blonde captain. Her experience in dealing with such emergencies was obviously older than her boss. She did not scream, nor was she embarrassed or ashamed on her face. She quietly put her feet together, and quickly put down the military skirt that was pulled to her hips from the angle of no one else's attention. After doing all this, she picked up a few sheets of paper from her desk that she didn't know the specific content, and owed to Major General Og, who obviously hadn't figured out the situation, and said in the most steady tone: "General, I'll come to you to sign these documents later."

The door that had lost its buckle was crooked. It could not even close, and could only cover it up, barely acting as a barrier to block most of the curious eyes.

"You forgot to knock on the door first----"

Major General Oger clenched his fists in anger and looked tough at Gerald standing across the table. He had not yet fully awakened from the shock of a few minutes ago, which made his skin look even more pale.

Although, he was originally a white man.

Gerald didn't say anything, and took out a stack of photos from his shirt pocket and threw them heavily on the table.

Although remote transmission of holographic images has been possible in this era, as one of the indispensable methods to preserve evidence, ancient things like photographs still have their own value.

The picture should be a murder scene. The shocking blood and minced meat became the key elements that cannot be ignored in every photo. The three dead people photographed separately also had very clear appearances. In addition to the intelligence chief Moves, there were two other federal officers wearing the badges of major and lieutenant.

"They are not from the 179th Division. I have checked these two guys. There is no file in the roster of active-duty military personnel in the Information Center————"

Gerald leaned down, his hands were separated on the table, his fingers with thick joints pressed heavily on a photo of the other two dead, except Moves. His eyes were staring at Ogre, and he burst into a thunderous roar: "Don't think I don't know what you plan. You should feel lucky -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The strong hostility and anger made Og feel very uncomfortable. He calmed down from his astonishment, spread the photos he had just seen onto the table, crossed his hands and fingers, and laughed dryly: "Dear General Gerald, you seem to have gone to the wrong place. The Advisory Planning Department does not have the ability to investigate and deal with the case. You should send these things to the criminal investigation department, or hand them over to the police chief. His office is in Room 65, North District. Not far away, go out from here, turn left, and..."

"Bang————”

Before he finished speaking, Gerald's huge hammer-like fist had already been smashed into the air, hitting the desk in the horizontal bar between the two people. The five-centimeter-thick wooden table was smashed, and the entire table body was broken from the middle and divided into an irregular "v" character shrouded by countless wood chips and dust.

"Put off your boring tricks, I'm not the kind of idiot who is easily fooled by language games. If you dare to say one more word, I'll pull out your tongue now and see how long it can be pulled?"

Gerald's muscles trembled, and the winding blood vessels on his neck kept squirming. He stared at Ogge with a ferocious expression and said in a cold tone: "I remind you to take back your dirty paws as soon as possible. I don't want a second similar incident. You'd better pray for that child from now on. Otherwise... you will regret that you should not be a human in this life. Don't forget that I was also a member of the reorganization of the 81st Division———"

......

If we use "ritual" as a measure, human beings will be divided into two completely different groups - "barbarism" and "civilization".

There is no doubt that Gerald obviously belongs to the former.

This general who has been promoted from the bottom of the army still retains some unique habits. He likes three-point cooked pork chops with bright red bloodshots, bread dishes are often garlic instead of butter, and drinks vodka instead of sips of aged wine... Catering is only part of the projection of life. The rough and straightforward habit makes Gerald easily integrate with the lower-level soldiers, but is equated or higher by many positions.

The general and politicians despise. In the circle of the upper-class powerful people, there are even a series of terrible rumors about eating human flesh, killing prisoners of war and making wine with human blood. However, it must be admitted that when face-to-face, such as Ouge, who claims to be "civilized" and uses power to play with others on applause, has completely lost its effect and cannot resist the crazy anger and murderous intent like a flood.

Gerald obviously did not remember Oger's previous words such as "Please knock on the door". He spat on the ground with a strong phlegm, turned around, walked to the door, kicked the crooked door panel to pieces. No words were left, and disappeared angrily at the end of the corner of the corridor.

The figures walked out of the rooms. They kept watching Gerald's disappearance, and some people leaned into the broken doors and secretly looked at the broken doors. The silent corridor gradually regained the liveliness, and the talk of talking turned this space that should have been serious and indifferent completely into a noisy and chaotic vegetable market. However, for the protagonist of the incident, Og, who was still sitting in the office, obviously aroused people's interest more than Gerald who had left. The gazes released from all corners and projected on him were pity, anger, gloating and indifference. More were holding onto him with onlookers that had nothing to do with him.

The battle between the two generals is very attractive in itself. It is equivalent to watching a big show that is free of charge. The content recorded by the listeners during the quarrel is like an invisible ghost, spreading rapidly throughout the Federal Army headquarters.

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