Apocalyptic Forecast

The latest website: The Persian region, once the capital of this country, was in the residence of the Roman army.

There was a lot of noise outside the tent, but the large tent was silent.

All the curtains were put down in the meeting room. In the dim light, a beam of light emerged from the projector and shone on the screen, showing the complicated resume from the other side.

High-ranking generals in the Persian region, commissioners from Constantine and even emissaries of the Imperial Guard, as well as elaborate senior law enforcement officers sat behind the table and listened to the intelligence service.

"This is the goal of our joint operation, and it is also the biggest unrest in the entire southern region of Persia."

The messenger stood next to the screen, pointing at the blurry silhouette that appeared between the files, and said with a loud voice: "For a long time, he and his integration front have been entrenched in the mountains of the south, which has caused us great trouble. Because of his reasons, international oil prices fell by six percentage points overall in April last year. He has caused more than 100 billion dinars in damages to the garrison. The garrison who died directly or indirectly has reached more than 600 people. "

"Have you ever tried bombing?" Asked Constantine's commissioner.

He is not a layman commanding a layman, but represents a question to the garrison on behalf of the Senate. Everything must have a clear and unambiguous answer.

Why would such a person become a confidant of the empire?

Thanks to this guy ’s continuous attack, the garrison ’s budget is constantly increasing every year, and at the same time, more importantly-after a long political struggle, there is already a vague proposal to withdraw troops in the senate. Too.

For oil, Rome and the Russian Federation have been consuming a lot of land for too long.

Both sides are gradually weary.

"It is difficult for us to determine their location." The explainer replied: "The integration front is closely connected with the local forces, and the whereabouts of the principal are erratic. We cannot even determine his identity until now.

No one knows who his original name was, and where he came from. We only know that he appeared in the Baghdad area four years ago and walked into a restaurant. After giving a speech on the spot, he was greeted by the listeners. At home, he offered all his property and begged him for guidance, but he didn't get any money. Instead, they roamed around Persia and gave lectures.

At first, we thought he was just a magic stick and a liar, but after the reaction, a brand new terrorist organization has formed in Baghdad. Everyone followed him zealously, believing that he could bring a new order to this land. What happened afterwards, as you can see from the report, he continued to bring us huge losses. "

"Have you considered a plan to surrender?" Asked the emissary of the Imperial Guard.

This group of members of the Roman Empire spy agency is best at this dirty set of things. When soldiers are fighting and dying on the front line, the number of things they reach reconciliation with the head of the drug dealer is innumerable.

"If it is useful, things will not be as they are today." The narrator sighed: "Most of the messengers we sent were sent back by him with their ears cut off, and even more serious people never returned."

"Slain?" The Commissioner of the Senate frowned.

"No, more shame than that."

The narrator's expression was gloomy: "They betrayed, betrayed the motherland, and chose to stand on the opposite side of the citizens."

"There is a Lawrence of Canaan?" Someone laughed softly below. "Even if there is no information, does this person have no name? How do others call him? Mysterious person?"

Youknowwho?

A cold joke that makes people laugh.

"——Tune the lawyer."

After a brief silence, the narrator said indifferently: "Everyone calls him a tuning lawyer and thinks he will get everything back on track like adjusting the tone of a piano."

"It sounds elegant." The commander who just sneered raised his eyebrows. "Unfortunately, that's it."

"This is your task, Lord Red Gloves."

The general of the Persian legionary station made a voice: "We have confirmed through inside information that he and his confidant are where they are today. They are only two people away from their army and subordinates. This is the most weak time.

Your task is to bring him back intact, I want to live, understand? "

"Live capture lawyers?" Asked the captain of the special forces, code-named red gloves, "is it necessary?"

"Why not?" The general replied: "If the attorney can be held in the hands, the integration front can become a sharp edge in our hands ... Do you understand a sharp edge against the Russian Federation? This time you can't describe it."

"I know."

The red glove slowly got up, picked up the task briefing for himself, slowly put on his gloves, and saluted the chiefs present: "We will go all out."

The leader stood up, "For Rome."

"Well, back to Rome."

Red gloves turned and walked out of the meeting room.

Outside the tent, the action team armed to the teeth has been waiting for a long time.

The elite teams from the Imperial Guard and the law enforcement officers waited quietly, standing in the blazing sun like ghosts.

Will soon dissipate in the rising enthusiasm.

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When the red gloves woke up again, they felt the sky hang upside down.

He was suspended in the air, dying.

In the darkness, only he had a hard gasp.

The elite screened from the whole of Rome, the elite jointly created by the Imperial Guard and the law enforcement officers, those soldiers like ghosts have now become ghosts.

Unbelievable ... in the hands of a woman.

That's right, a woman.

At the beginning, everything went well. They broke through the village like a bamboo and came to the lawyer.

When the man raised his hands and caught his hands, everyone ignored the woman behind him.

The confidant assistant exhaling harmless breath.

Let her walk barefoot into ten steps.

At that time they did not know what kind of monsters had entered their hunting ground.

When the dagger stabbed out of the darkness cut off his hands, he finally felt a wave of despair and fear in horror.

Unbelievable ...

Now, the woman's gentle face appeared again in front of him, making his breath almost cut off in fear.

"Xiao Xian, you scared him."

Beside, someone sighed helplessly in Dongxia language, "Why leave only one live mouth?"

"Well, there is no way."

The person known as Xiao Xian raised his hand, gently wrapped a strand of hair behind his ear, and then smiled and raised the plate in his hand: "I just cooked dinner, would you like to eat it?"

"Don't tease him, and don't feed my captives with the kind of food that can poison people."

"Isn't this what I caught?"

Xiao Xian argued.

"Now, it's mine."

The deep voice gradually approached, mixed with the sound of chairs dragging on the ground.

A weather-beaten middle-aged man sat in front of him.

The thin and tall body seemed to be nicked, and wedged deeply into the red glove's eye pupil. The calm and sober posture was unforgettable after a glance.

More conspicuous than temperament are his dark eyes, as if burning a ghost fire. He had long black hair, but it was mixed with this ray of white, which was even more vicissitudes.

It can be seen that that once was a handsome and dignified face, but now it has become so majestic and sober, which makes people dare not look directly.

Black eyed black hair?

Is it a Roman?

Immediately, the red gloves reacted, and glimpsed the original color through the bronze skin that was exposed to the sun. Because of this, he became more dull.

Asian? An Asian?

"First meeting, Lord Red Gloves."

The man called the tone lawyer sat in front of him, staring at him calmly and introducing himself: "You can call me the tone lawyer, a traveler who ... just passed by accident."

It seems to be telling a joke, but it makes people laugh.

"Please be assured that I will not kill you, nor will you torture you-the set you like the Romans will not appear on you."

After a brief silence, he said calmly: "I want to talk to you about everything the Romans and Russians did to this land.

Originally, everything that has nothing to do with me ... "

Red gloves originally intended to sneer, and should have been dismissed.

But when the man spoke, he couldn't help but want to listen, feeling curiosity, and some kind of ... indescribable attraction.

It was like someone in the night raised a torch and told him the truth.

He should choose to commit suicide at that moment.

If he had any trace of loyalty to Rome.

Unfortunately, everything is late.

He heard what the man in front of him said to him.

About the position, about the responsibility, about the country.

There is also the responsibility of a person coming to this world.

About how to be a man.

About ... justice.

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A month later, the red gloves returned to the garrison camp.

Alone.

He was the last survivor of the squad without sound.

At the moment of discovery, he was taken into the infirmary, where he was carefully checked-his health, and the integrated front did not abuse him, even his right hand was also properly sutured and exploded.

Immediately afterwards, the military commanders conducted repeated inquiries and interrogations in the confinement room, interrogating everything he had encountered.

From beginning to end, the red gloves said nothing.

Just close your eyes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But when your eyes are open occasionally, it is cold and fanatical, as if you are always ready to devote yourself to the truth.

Eighteen hours later, after harsh torture and various pharmacy attempts, the torture officers gave up all attempts on the red gloves in frustration.

After another eight hours, after a short sleep and eating, red gloves walked into the meeting room-as the messenger of the integration front, I met the people I had seen.

"Tell your intentions, the former Red Gloves."

The garrison general holding the loss report these days said indifferently: "It's like your former colleagues. Tell me the request of the lawyer-what the madman wants from us."

"Basic order, clean drinking water, and negligible drugs."

Red Gloves smiled: "What we want, no, what the people in this land want is as simple as that."