Chapter 1819 Old thief, it’s time to explain your relationship
Prime Minister Konoe, who had been holding his head and disguising himself as furniture, finally heard clearly. Marshal Ferragut's loyalty to his benefactor was real, but of course his expectations for the young man were also real.
He hoped to use his own method to protect Mao Yuanzuo's posthumous reputation, and at the same time, he did not want all the rotten, old, rigid dirt to become a shackles to that young man.
He didn't know if Mao Yuanzuo understood it, but he did.
Prime Minister Konoe heard Mao Yuanzuo's emotion: "That young man... is really a born leader. Yes, Paul, if I were you, I would also place my hopes on him. If he could have been born fifty years earlier, Naturally, if I take over from Victoria, the situation will not be like this.”
Marshal Ferragut stared blankly at Mr. Mao who was talking eloquently, always feeling that this was clearly his line, but after a brief hesitation, his eyes gradually became firmer: "Sir, you and everyone present, You will be imprisoned until the Imperial Army arrives on this planet. Don’t worry, you will not be harmed.”
Probably because he heard that he was still alive, Prime Minister Konoe, who had been disguising himself as furniture, suddenly became confused again. He couldn't help but look up at the marshal, but saw the silent determination.
What is more shocking than his generous determination must be this silent determination.
Prime Minister Konoe was inevitably shocked, and of course he was also obviously confused. He sighed: "Paul, you have done so many things just to imprison us for a few more days?"
Marshal Ferragut did not answer the question directly, but his expression remained calm: "As long as the artillery fire from the earth and the moon is fired at the imperial fleet, this will sufficiently represent the attitude of the central government of the community towards the war. As long as the battle begins, in the future, It doesn’t matter what else happens.”
Indeed, when the cannonballs left the earth's atmosphere and roared towards the imperial warship, the central government of the earth had already revealed its attitude in front of the entire universe on behalf of the Blue Star Community.
Of course the Galactic Empire could only fight back. The arrogant and arrogant Tireluo people have never had the character to be self-indulgent.
Once a battle breaks out, it will be too late if any big shot comes out and says he wants to lay down his weapons.
Although the big shots present were pointing their guns at him, their minds had not lost touch after all, and they all probably understood what the marshal meant. In other words, just because politicians are playing tricks, they even understand what the marshal means better than his soldiers.
This guy is serious and has a death wish. He would not allow anyone to surrender.
As for whether the three billion civilians on the earth and the moon will be reduced to nothing in the flames of war... To be honest, at this point in the war, the safety of ordinary people is already the lowest priority.
Prime Minister Konoe caught some blind spots and was suddenly shocked: "So, President Nishita is not imprisoned by you, right?"
The marshal's expression was slightly stiff, and for a moment he really seemed to be unable to argue.
However, Mao Yuanzuo said: "This is your real military coup. Paul is not willing to do such a thing. Although he is always misunderstood, he is still a bit of a knight in his heart. He is very fond of his posthumous reputation. Very important.”
Marshal Ferragut smiled bitterly. My old benefactor still understands me quite well, and can even be called a confidant.
Then, I heard the other party say again: "Besides, you underestimate President Nishita too much. If he were still on Earth, I would not invite you all here today."
He ignored everyone's shocked expressions and looked at Marshal Ferragut: "You know, Paul, the reason why I am willing to provide some help in your career is not because of your good craftsmanship."
"...Is this my father's craftsmanship?"
"Your father's craftsmanship is naturally good, and he has mastered the essence of imperial court cuisine. But to be honest, even if he is compared to Rong Xia downstairs and Brother Liu, the gap between me and Brother Lan is about the same." Mao Yuanzuo said calmly. road.
Everyone looked at each other, feeling that the amount of information was a bit too much and they couldn't laugh at it for a while.
Of course, the smart people had already guessed something and couldn't help but feel horrified, but this was probably because the atmosphere at the scene became more solemn and weird. Everyone just sat stiffly in their chairs, and the sluggishness caused by shock was completely frozen on their faces. , as if each of them had turned into a living fossil.
At least they didn't scream, which was already very difficult.
Marshal Ferragut wanted to reach for his scepter, but he felt that his arm was a hundred times heavier than before. He bared his teeth and took a deep breath, then reached for his waist and pulled out his pistol with difficulty.
It really looks like a tiger charm, but it is far more jeweled and precious than the original tiger charm. The sound of the gun was plated with silver, the handle of the gun was made of ivory, and the military emblem of the Community Space Fleet was embellished with various small gems. It doesn't look like a weapon at all, more like an antique handicraft, and it's too luxurious and has no artistic value.
However, it can still kill people.
He raised the pistol with difficulty.
Mao Yuanzuo watched the marshal's actions quietly, as if an outsider was watching with cold eyes: "Yes, Paul, the reason why I chose you is because of this scene. Your ancestors were sent by the imperial officials who served the Governor's Mansion. home from your grandfather At first, everyone is a well-rounded person. This is especially the case with you. You know how to advance and return wisely and pretend to be ignorant. You are very suitable for career and economics at first glance. But even so, you still have a decisive side. "
He showed a pleased smile: "Paul, you are somewhat heroic."
Marshal Ferragut subconsciously wanted to show a look of fear. If it were his former self, he would definitely be like this, and while being frightened, he would also express sincerely and enthusiastically: All the trivial and insignificant achievements he has achieved are all under your leadership. Obtained.
This is the world of adults, and it’s all about hello, me, and everyone. Especially the world of politicians pays more attention to personality than the entertainment industry. And if you want to make progress in such a world, of course you need to praise each other.
The former Marshal Ferragut was at home in such a world. He feels that he will definitely make progress in this world throughout his life.
I really wasted a lot of time!
Marshal Ferragu made up his mind and aimed his gun at Mao Yuanzuo's temple. He wanted to pull the trigger, but he couldn't move his finger.
Only this time did he realize that it wasn't just his fingers, he couldn't even make a sound.
"You are heroic. In fact, in a cabinet like ours, there are still many heroic people. Edward Xiaona, Bai Yantang, and that young Mrs. Yang. Hahaha, I should actually There is hope for the Blue Star Community." Mao Yuanzuo looked at Marshal Ferragut, who had nothing to say and his face turned red, and said slowly: "But, Paul, do you know that Chairman Shona is dead?"
This is still too much information for everyone to digest.
Who is Edward Shoner? He is President Keith Niceta's best friend and think tank. He is also the Chairman of the Internal Affairs Committee of this government, in charge of the country's homeland security, intelligence and public security management, and espionage prevention work. The police, internal service, intelligence agencies, and even the gendarmerie are all departments under its jurisdiction. In terms of power alone, he is one of the top five super figures in the country.
Prime Minister Konoe thought that the last time he had a pleasant conversation with Chairman Shona was three days ago. At that time, he had a serious discussion with himself about where the government should flee and take refuge. Of course, considering that the Imperial fleet has blocked the cantilever, there is almost no escape route for everyone.
"We are like mice in a bellows... but we have to find a way to bite those unscrupulous dragons."
Even though he has fallen into a desperate situation, he is still full of courage and determination.
However, I thought that after he took office, he began to rectify the security and intelligence agencies of the community, cleaning out a large number of second- and fifth-level factions and leading parties, and treating both the old-timers and the comprador parties equally. Two years after taking office, the combat effectiveness of the community's national security agencies suddenly became stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If this war hadn't broken out, Chairman Shauna would have become the best chief security officer in the history of the Blue Star Community, right?
No, considering that the Cabinet and General Staff were not infiltrated through the sieve of the Empire, he might have been.
Prime Minister Konoe has always felt that if Mr. Shona had not had a cold temperament, was really unlikeable and unpopular, he would actually be more suitable to be the head of state than President Nishita.
Such a person? Dead?
If it were someone else who said it, they would just think it was nonsense, right? However, if Mao Yuanzuo said it, others would not believe it.
"You killed him? You killed him!" Prime Minister Konoe exclaimed, almost screaming. Of course, what surprised him even more was that he found that he could still speak.
"If it was really my hands, there wouldn't be this conversation today. Konoe, do you know why you, the prime minister, treat it like this? You just lack imagination." Mao Yuanzuo looked at Konoe, whose face was pale. Prime Minister, sigh with regret.
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However, when he turned his eyes to the red-faced Marshal Ferragut, his tone was full of regret: "I understand your determination, but it is in the wrong direction. In fact, I also have my own determination. Paul, it's a pity that you can't go with me. At the end.”
Marshal Ferragut felt severe pain in his hand. The pistol slipped out of his grasp and was instantly broken down into twisted parts. It fell to the ground and completely fell apart. Golden bullets scattered all over the floor.
He was pushed back into his chair.
At this moment, the power that seemed to have been frozen in this space suddenly loosened significantly. The soldiers who were trapped and unable to move immediately regained their freedom. Of course, they immediately realized who the most dangerous enemy at the scene was.
The soldiers turned their guns and pointed them at Mao Yuanzuo.
Marshal Ferragut lowered his eyes, but shouted in a low voice: "Shoot!"
Only three people actually pulled the trigger. They are all newcomers to Marshal Ferragut's guard class. One of them was even a Marine Corps second lieutenant who had just graduated from the military academy and had a Lionheart background.
But in fact, only such young people dare to take action. The rest of the veterans, even the best friends who followed Marshal Ferragut, could not do this. In other words, it is precisely because they are the Marshal's confidants that they have a better understanding of Mao Yuanzuo's identity and status, and they naturally feel awe.
After all, there is a difference between pointing a gun at the boss and shooting the boss.
However, even just three people are enough. The C11 rifle in their hands is a so-called multi-functional electromagnetic rifle. It is multi-functional and can be used with or without armor. It is also multi-functional and can break armor when operated by soldiers without armor.
The 9mm caseless bullets are pushed out by electromagnetism, which is enough to tear through the front armor plate of most individual mechas. Not to mention the frail body of an old man.
These warriors were not psykers after all. If they really have experience in this area, they will realize that the suddenly heavy air is fragile. It is not that the other party has lost control of the scene. It may be selling a flaw, or more likely it is turning defensive. A precursor to success.
The bullet fell into the invisible vortex and immediately lost the kinetic energy to continue moving forward, as if it was frozen in the air. But then, the air flow that could not be recognized at all condensed into a fatal blow, hitting the attacker's abdominal cavity hard.
The bullets stuck in the air fell to the ground sparsely, and the bodies of the soldiers flew out along with the invisible psychic impact, and were slapped on the wall, ceiling, ground, or smashed on the ground like pieces of paper. On other MPs.
Just a moment later, all the soldiers were deprived of their lives, whether they were those who fired or those who did not. But it was obvious that it was not just these ordinary soldiers who were destroyed by the psychic impact, but also many MPs who were affected.
It was only at this moment that someone finally screamed.
However, they were still pinned down on their chairs, motionless. I don't know if the psychic energy is still functioning, or if I am too scared to move.
Mao Yuanzuo stood up for the first time and walked slowly to Marshal Ferragu. The latter curled up on his chair, his eyes as wide as bells, but blood was already oozing out, and he had already died.
He stood indifferently for nearly half a minute, and then turned back to Prime Minister Konoe: "Wake up Hierro, and in your name, declare unconditional surrender on behalf of the Blue Star Community Government. Tell the Empire that we will immediately lift the All hostile military actions in the Earth-Moon Galaxy will then be announced to the whole country, requiring all soldiers to lay down their weapons."
Prime Minister Konoe groaned and couldn't speak for a long time with trembling corners of his mouth. It wasn't until he was injected with special spiritual energy from his waist that he suddenly regained some consciousness and said in a harsh voice: "Ming, I understand."
He looked at the unconscious vice president who was still sitting in his chair, and then glanced at the corpses in the room, feeling an almost uncontrollable sadness in his heart.
The need should be to notify someone to clean the floor, right? Just as he was about to say this, he suddenly saw that Mr. Mao Yuanzuo was already looking out the door, his eyes seemed to become sharp.
Immediately afterwards, the entire mansion seemed to be shaken, as if it was suddenly caught in a violent earthquake.
This is definitely not an ordinary earthquake? The very old Prime Minister immediately made this judgment and let out a silent wail. But he didn't know where he got the strength from. With agility that far exceeded his usual performance, he shrunk to the Huanghuali in one swift step. Under the big wooden table, he squatted down holding his head.
His gaze extended from the table to the outside of the house, and he saw three figures appearing in the corridor outside the house. One of the figures with his back turned to him always felt particularly familiar, so familiar that it made him feel weird.
This, this is not what I should be looking at!
Of course, Prime Minister Konoe did not immediately recognize the identity of the figure, but this strange sense of familiarity forced him to make such a judgment.
However, before he could make his next move, he heard the girls shouting: "This is not a body, but a puppet of the spirit! Old thief Mao! It's time to explain your relationship with the snake!"