Blackstone Code

Nothing in this world is more shocking than the tears of a middle-aged man!

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, holding his head and crying, until he couldn't breathe.

The Federation's previous recruitment policy was relatively barbaric. There was no way around it. In the early days of the war, the Federation people had not yet adapted to the Penteo people's lightning strike tactics of rapid penetration on the ground.

Positions are constantly being lost. Once the battlefield is divided, the next step is to use superior forces to massacre inferior forces.

No one wants to send their children to die on a battlefield with no future!

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After the war, the federal army adopted a combination of coaxing and coaxing, as well as some tough measures. Almost most families only had men between the ages of eighteen and thirty.

At least one person will join the army.

This is what the man in front of me looks like.

His wife died, leaving him and a child.

Although he works very hard, he feels that the future is still bright.

When the child gets married, he can stop working so hard.

He even thought about his time after retirement, taking his grandchildren to buy a piece of land by the lake and build a lakeside cabin...

All the good plans ended in a box of ashes and a letter from the Ministry of Defense that started with "I am very sorry to inform you:"!

Mr. Trueman looked at the man and felt something, just a little.

After all, it didn't happen to him, and the other party didn't have his height and perspective, so he couldn't understand who was more important than a big country or a small family.

Here, the only thing he could do for the anguished father was apologize.

"sorry……"

Perhaps because of the appearance of a special "father", the next question became much more acute.

People want to know more details, such as how to place those soldiers and how to solve the problem of war diseases——

A man was called and stood up to ask questions. He was given a note and two hundred dollars.

He was stunned for a moment, then put the money in his pocket and began to read the contents of the note.

"Mr. President, it has been less than fifty days since our troops evacuated from Pengeo, but in such a short period of time, there have been more than twenty murders caused by war diseases."

"On average, a murder related to war disease occurs every sixty hours, and our security is being undermined as never before."

"And these murderers were once professional soldiers, and they have mastered faster and more effective methods of killing."

"Do you have any solutions to these problems?"

War sickness is a collective term for a variety of mental illnesses related to war violence, the most common of which is post-traumatic stress disorder.

To put it simply, people form a certain conditioned reflex in a special place like the battlefield.

For example, if you are attacked, you will fight back immediately, and the way you fight back is fatal.

When someone makes a joke, or an action occurs that triggers the sensitive nerves of such patients, or even just a little sound, they will subconsciously make a response that should be used to deal with the enemy.

The result is naturally either death or serious injury.

This is relatively mild. For example, if there are more problems and the condition is more serious, they may also have visual and auditory hallucinations, or even more serious hallucinations!

This situation is indeed very dangerous. They will turn into professional killing weapons anytime and anywhere!

This problem is also becoming one of the current social problems.

Millions of soldiers are about to return to society, and the thought of more than a million time bombs is terrifying!

The Department of Defense is avoiding the issue, and veterans clubs are actually shouldering some of the responsibility for the rescue.

But these things are not easy to put on the table.

Soldiers have protected the country, but they have become a different person in people's eyes. This is not a pleasant statement.

Mr. Trueman looked at the guy. Such a question with specific data could not be asked by an individual.

There should be other people behind him supporting him, at least those who handed the note should be focused on.

He thought for a moment and replied, "We are following up on these issues, and if you follow the news, you will notice that Mr. Lynch and the Department of Defense and the military have established an emergency response agency to deal with various relationships with military personnel. "

"The questions you ask are part of its job."

"We'll have a way to deal with it, just like we did with the Pengeo!"

Although the answer was not perfect, at least he did not avoid the problem and gave a solution. People still gave him warm applause!

The question-and-answer session would not last long, and as six o'clock passed, Mr. Trueman decided to end the public speech.

In the restroom of the sports center, a well-dressed middle-aged man found a restroom and came to the first separate cubicle.

He closed the door, looked around, and removed the lid of the water tank.

He reached out and touched inside, and immediately found a small floating iron can.

He took out the small tin can and opened it.

Inside was a pistol with a loaded magazine.

He peed a little, and it was a little yellow. He had been a little angry in the past two days.

He thought he would become nervous by this time, but surprisingly, he suddenly calmed down.

A very calm feeling.

He thought of his child, lying in his arms, his eyes filled with the desire to live.

He called himself "Daddy," told himself "I don't want to die," and told himself he was "scared."

But as a father, he couldn't do anything about it.

I can only hold his hand tightly so that he will not be so afraid when he dies!

He just... died like that, a worthless death.

He came out of the cubicle, stood by the sink, washed his face, and lit a cigarette.

The applause from the sports center was in sharp contrast to the atmosphere here.

He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled a little.

After today, everything will be over!

He will find his wife and his children, and the family will be reunited!

After stubbing out the cigarette he had just taken a few puffs on, he turned around, pushed open the toilet door, and walked out...

The speech was over, and Mr. Trueman was leaving the tunnel, giving him a chance to get up close and personal with people.

Many people reached out to shake Mr. Trueman's hand, but as president he knew that this was not a good time for a handshake, nor was it safe.

He kept expressing his apologies to the people around him with slightly apologetic expressions, and left under the cover of the Security Committee agents.

When he was still more than twenty meters away from the fully enclosed passage, he suddenly saw a man pull out a pistol from somewhere.

The two people's eyes made very brief contact. During the contact, Mr. Trueman saw the indifference and murderous intent in the other person's eyes.

He was a little frightened, and he subconsciously wanted to hide, when gunshots suddenly rang out...

As if someone had punched him a few times, he staggered and supported the agent beside him, and walked out under the protection of the other party.

He didn't even feel pain or anything at this time, he didn't even feel that he had been shot!

But within a few steps, the strength in his body disappeared in a very short time, and he couldn't even stay standing!

The agent next to him held him in the middle and almost half dragged him into the passage.

The dark passage was like a monster's mouth, swallowing him completely!

At this time, the screaming crowd in the sports center was trying to escape frantically, and the entire stadium was in chaos!

The sports center that can accommodate 40,000 people was like a storm blowing through in an instant, starting from the east stand and spreading to both sides, all the way to the west stand.

Lynch watched Mr. Trueman being carried away and sighed softly.

An era is almost over.

Regardless of whether Mr. Trueman died this time or not, no one would give him hope of continuing to live.

If someone takes the lead, then even if he is not dead, he will encounter a steady stream of attacks.

Later, the Presidential Palace announced the shooting process of Mr. Trueman and said that Mr. Trueman was currently being rescued.

All federal government work will be temporarily led by the Vice President.

This also gave the Vice President, who had never had any sense of existence, an indescribable sense of absurdity. The most difficult days were over, and he actually... took power?

Well, that's a joke, no one can truly hold the power of the federation like Mr. Trueman does.

Moreover, the state of war is about to end, Congress will be reactivated, and power will finally return to the people!

However, the impact of this incident is undoubtedly huge.

"The assassin fired a total of seven shots, three of which hit Mr. President in the chest, one shot in his lower abdomen, and the other three shots missed."

"Although we took out the bullet, the situation is not optimistic."

"The rolling warhead destroyed Mr. President's important body organs. We have solved other problems. As for whether he can wake up, we are not sure."

"Even if he wakes up, he still has to consider the issue of organ transplantation. If the organ transplantation cannot be completed as soon as possible, Mr. President will not be able to survive for long."

"And the risks of this operation are very high, we can't make a decision..."

There were a lot of people in the room, security chiefs, cabinet men, military men.

The attack on Mr. Trueman has touched the hearts of so many people!

Everyone hopes that there will be good news, but there is indeed no good news.

The doctors have completed the rescue.

Whether you can survive or not depends on whether God gives you a chance.

In fact, even if you find a suitable person with matching blood type, how can you persuade them to give up their organs?

Because the President needs it, we want you to commit suicide so that we can transplant your organs to the President?

No one will live and give up their life for Mr. President, absolutely not!

This becomes an extremely difficult matter.

Joanna, who was under investigation, also heard about this. She stood up suddenly as if she was frightened.

She couldn't believe her ears and refused to believe that all this was true!

Mr. Trueman stayed on the hospital bed for nearly two days, but in the end he could not resist the scythe of death.

During a sudden heart failure, he was unable to be rescued and sadly passed away from this world!

The Vice President was immediately sworn in as President of the Federation while an investigation into the assassination was launched.

Since the assassin was killed immediately and his interpersonal relationship was very simple without too many clues, the investigation did not make much progress in a short period of time.

And, just in the blink of an eye, two weeks passed.

On January 1st, the newly appointed President had to declare the end of the state of war and return the Federation to its normal state...