Blackstone Code

"The Federation won't like you doing that."

Bergao's son sighed.

In fact, everyone knows that the biggest problem in Marillo now is not racial hatred, but that the federal people seem to be increasing Marillo's interference.

This... thing is very bad.

Nagaril is a living example. It is because of the intervention of the federal people that the United Kingdom of Nagaril became the New Federation of Nagaril.

Maybe the federation people also want to turn Marillo into the new Marillo Federation!

This is also the real reason for the warlords to stop the war. If the Federals really plan to do this, the territory and strength in their hands are their most powerful means to negotiate with the Federals or to fight back against the Federals!

People don't like federal people. Just look at Nagaril. How many of those past rulers are still living well?

Of course, there are indeed some who live within the borders of the Federation, but it is better to say that they live in the cages woven by the Federation for them!

The Federation people are very domineering, more domineering than anyone imagined.

In fact, no one expected that the Federation, which had always maintained a neutral stance, would be so radical in dealing with certain issues. To be honest, some people were frightened by them.

Faced with his son's complaints, Bergao smiled and waved his hand.

"This is an opportunity, and it may be the only opportunity I have ever seen in my life. If I don't do anything, I will regret it when I get old!"

Bergao's son continued to complain, "You are old!"

"No, you are wrong, I am still young at heart!" Bergao laughed, not caring at all that his child told the fact that he was old so bluntly.

For him, watching the country become filled with hope again was like going back to his youth.

Everyone, fight for your ideals!

Only the older generation of Malorians would have this emotion. They overthrew the evil and dark rule of the Malorians. They ushered in the dawn of peace and freedom, but fell into the separatist rule of warlords.

They were almost desperate, but now hope appeared again, which inspired the passion and blood in Bergao, and he was willing to take some risks and do some great things.

Bergao's son lowered his voice slightly and said, "The Federation will not allow you to do this. They will definitely deal with you."

He grew up in the Federation, received education from the Federation, and had a certain understanding of the social environment of the Federation.

He knew very well that behind the freedom and fairness of the federal people was unabashed gangsterism.

It’s just that the federal government is very good at whitewashing itself. They have successfully brainwashed the world, making people, including the federal people themselves, believe that the so-called “federal spirit” is freedom and fairness!

In fact, from the bottom of their hearts, they have never experienced any freedom or fairness!

Bergao, who is in his sixties this year, said after a brief silence, "Akumari must have known that he was going to die before he died."

"But he is still doing that, promoting his ideas and expanding his influence, because he wants to try and see if he can change Nagaril."

"I'm not as great as he is, and I can put forward this special idea. The only thing I can do, what I can try, is to unite everyone."

"As long as all of us can unite, the federal people will not attack us easily, and we will not become another new federation!"

"I don't have much time left, kid. I'm already over sixty. Maybe I can live to be seventy or eighty?" He shook his head, "I'm not sure, maybe only three to five years." time."

"I have to do something in the last journey of my life."

This was a dream that had existed since his youth.

At that time, there were many people around him, as well as his life mentors. Everyone was studying and working hard together with the dream of making Mariro a world power!

They tried to change the country with their own hands, and they supported each other along the way.

Until... now!

Looking back, those former comrades, companions, and mentors had all fallen earlier than him on the road to his dreams.

Dreams are beautiful, but the road is rugged and not everyone can make it to the end!

Some people have laid the foundation for victory, but cannot see the dawn of victory with their own eyes.

"So how are you going to deal with Isabella and Sanchez?" Bergao's son stood up and poured himself a glass of wine.

Although the president is just a puppet, he does not lack wealth.

Fine wine, fine wine from the Commonwealth.

He shook the wine glass to let the aroma of the wine spread out, while looking at his father, "They are the lackeys of the federal people. It is difficult for us to completely avoid them if we do something."

"They will affect our overall plans!"

The president looked at the scenery outside the window. The capital of Marillo was quiet and peaceful. There was no look of panic on the faces of the people walking on the roadside. They were just like people in developed countries.

You can walk safely on the city roads without worrying about any threats coming suddenly.

"Do you think they can change the decisions and judgments of the federal people if they know it or not?"

"No, whether or not they are there doesn't mean much to us or to the federal people. If the federal people want to take action, they can find any excuse."

"Even if we allow Isabella and Sanchez to temporarily lose their freedom, we are still facing the Federation, not anyone else."

The president glanced at his son and said, "After you finish your work, go to the Federation as soon as possible."

"Whether I succeed or not, and of course I may fail, you will survive!"

The president was betting that his attitude and that of the warlords would end all negotiations before the federals reacted.

Before the negotiations ended, the federal people did not react, and the central government readjusted its structure and declared Marillo's unification to the outside world.

At that time, even if the federal people wanted to do something through Isabella or Sanchez, it would be very inappropriate.

They can strongly condemn the federal invasion from an international standpoint!

Moreover, the federal people have not reacted until now. This is a very good performance. They have been preparing for so long and there is not much time left to succeed.

The President looked at some birds flying far away in the sky, his lips moved slightly, "A little bit... a little bit... a little bit worse!"

The next day, Begao continued to call and meet with those warlords. The big warlords had agreed to peace talks, but the small and medium-sized warlords did not agree at this time and were rebelling against the entire country.

Facts have proven that racial hatred can be temporarily put aside in the face of major events that may change the position and belonging of the country.

The warlords are quietly converging on the capital, and the President expects that by August, they will be able to complete the final negotiations and declare the birth of a new Mariro.

And this is less than thirty days from now!

A few days later, Sanchez glanced at the phone in his hand with some surprise. After a long silence, he said "Wait a moment" and then closed the study door.

The call was from the President. In fact, he knew some information. For example, the President was frequently contacting the warlords to persuade them to give up their prejudices and racial hatred and reunite together.

In fact, the president and the central government have been doing this kind of thing for many years, but no one ever paid attention to them before, and even regarded it as a joke.

But this time the situation was different. Sanchez could feel the atmosphere. After Isabella's "troops" were blocked from going north and conducted a round of bombing, this feeling reached its peak!

People are very afraid of federal people, and they are very afraid of federal aircraft!

During this period, the most purchased thing by the Mariro warlords was ground air defense equipment.

And what they do most is to dig bunkers crazily to deal with bombings that may occur anytime and anywhere.

The Federals gave them a sense of crisis.

Now, the President has called him. This is something he could not imagine. You must know that in the eyes of many people, he is the most loyal lackey of the Federation!

"I hope I didn't interrupt your rest, Sanchez."

The president's voice was gentle. Sanchez seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while he replied, "No, you didn't."

The president seemed relieved that he did not call rashly, "That sounds good. You should have heard about some of the things that have happened recently. I hope you can join us."

Sanchez was in shock and said nothing.

The president waited for him for a while and laughed twice, "I know you may think I'm crazy, but I'm not, Sanchez."

"I know that you were actually forced to do this. The Federation people are not good people. Their help to you is more of a harm to you."

"But now, we have a chance to get rid of that, Sanchez."

"As long as we stick together, we can let them go, and we can get the peace and freedom we long for..."

A few minutes later, Sanchez hung up the phone and sat in his room looking at the phone in a daze.

After a few minutes, he opened the door and found the federal liaison officer, "I have something to tell you."

The liaison officer said "hmm", put down his work and looked up at Sanchez, "What is it?"

Sanchez stopped talking and said, "The president called me just now and said that he hopes I can stand with them to achieve the unification of Marillo from form to consciousness."

"And he invited me to participate in the final negotiations!"

The liaison officer's expression changed somewhat, "Did he say the time?"

Sanchez nodded, "August 15th, at the racecourse outside the capital..."