Extraordinary pedigree

Rhinefield Middle School.

Afternoon: 14:20.

Outside the conference room.

"Rockefeller, are you sure this pistol won't kill anyone?" Sophie asked again, holding a pistol and swearing at Rockefeller in front of her.

"I'm sure this gun won't kill anyone."

Rockefeller nodded affirmatively. He had already tried it secretly before. It was a pistol that could not kill anyone.

"This is not Edici, where did you get this?"

Sophie once again looked at the Glock pistol in her hand with suspicion, and she was full of curiosity about how Rockefeller got this pistol.

Gun laws vary from country to country. Some countries have very strict gun laws that prohibit private ownership of firearms, while others allow private ownership of firearms but require a relevant license.

Generally speaking, the attitude of central countries towards gun control is relatively strict. In the Berlin area, private ownership of guns requires very strict review and permission, and will only be approved in rare cases, such as hunters or gun enthusiasts. wait. Additionally, the law requires that all firearms be registered and must be stored in specific safety cabinets.

"This is a secret." Rockefeller said mysteriously.

Looking at the mysterious Rockefeller, Sophie gave him a helpless look. He had quite a lot of secrets about him. Although she was very curious, she would not ask too much about these rather private topics.

"Before we start, let's go over the plan again." Rockefeller said to Sophie seriously.

"Now the entire club is gathered in the conference room, and all the teachers and students of the school are also participating in this meeting. Mr. Hilton will be here later to deliver his so-called speech about the future of the club, and what we have to do is Stop him. Of course, our stop is not a straightforward one, but one that requires a bit of a shock."

"You should have witnessed those flyers I handed over before. Although they were quickly banned by the Guardians, many people in the school have already seen them. These flyers will definitely plant seeds in their hearts. , and all we have to do is make the seeds glow.”

Rockefeller pointed at the gun in Sophie's hand, his eyes were full of luster, and the expression on his face was solemn and firm.

"Later, I will be the bad guy to interfere with Mr. Hilton, and you will be the good guy. You will judge me on the side of the group, and use this pistol."

After Rockefeller finished speaking, Sophie stared straight at him, which made him a little embarrassed. He touched his face and asked Sophie, who was staring straight at him:

"Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Faced with Rockefeller's sudden embarrassment, the girl's lips raised, revealing a playful smile, her eyebrows curved, as if she was happily playing hide and seek with the boy.

"Suddenly I realized that you are quite handsome."

"What are you...what are you talking about?" Rockefeller suddenly felt a little stuffy.

"Why are your ears red?"

Sophie asked pretending to be curious while staring at Rockefeller's suddenly red ears.

"You'd better go in quickly and remember to hold your gun."

Rockefeller pushed Sophie's back and signaled her to enter the conference hall quickly.

"I know, I know."

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After saying goodbye to Rockefeller, Sophie came to the conference room alone, and she chose to sit in the front seat.

In the conference room, the lighting was soft and translucent, the seats of the parliament were neatly arranged, and the Rhinefield Middle School emblem hung above, showing the glory of the school.

Mr. Hilton, dressed in formal clothes, stood on the podium with a solemn and confident expression. His eyes scanned every audience member, conveying strong confidence and deep thinking. His brown eyes were full of wisdom and power.

Mr. Hilton looked around at the students present, and then took out a flyer. This flyer was the [Meme Advertisement] that Rockefeller spread in the school.

"I believe that the students here have more or less read the contents of this flyer."

Hilton's eyes were like blades, scanning the surrounding crowd, unabashedly showing his vigilance and vigilance. His eyes were like the pupils of a hunter, always looking for any possible threats or dangers.

Under his glance, the students in the conference room unconsciously became quiet.

"The contents of these leaflets are so ridiculous!"

"Dear students, you are the future of the club, and your future and destiny are closely connected with the motherland. However, today, our club is in danger, we are facing serious problems, and the root of the problem lies with you.

Your generation is addicted to infotainment, entertainment activities, and consumerism, ignoring the pressures and difficulties of society, and ignoring the needs and beliefs of the country. You have become selfish, indifferent, and irresponsible. You have not only ruined your own future. , and ruined the future of the Berlin region.

Now we must save our Berlin region, and you must save yourselves!

We need to rediscover our national self-confidence and self-esteem, break the cultural shackles of Edici, break the weak and evil nature of the Central Alliance, spurn the tyrannical thinking of the Oletin Empire, and abandon the exploitative and cannibalistic work of the Daeva Empire. system.

We must have our own culture and ideas. We should no longer be bound by other people's standards and evaluations. We must strengthen our beliefs, resist those abhorrent ideas, and regain our own spirit and values. Only in this way can we Really become powerful.

However, you don’t seem to understand this. You are still pursuing the so-called “freedom, equality, and fraternity” as always, but you have forgotten what these concepts represent.

Your behavior is like a headless snake, moving in the wrong direction, and will only get further and further away from the right path. We must stop this kind of self-deception and self-destruction, and we must take action to change ourselves. and change the world.

However, I know that this is not an easy thing. I know that you may reject my thoughts and ideas, and even dislike and reject me. However, please think about it. The society needs your strength, your actions, and you. sense of responsibility and responsibility.

And I will lead everyone towards the light, towards the future, towards a glorious future that belongs only to Berliners! ! !

Put your trust in me!

Only in this way can we truly become stronger! ! ! "

Mr. Hilton's voice was calm and magnetic, full of persuasion. The students listening to the speech below were also attracted by the teacher's aura. They sat quietly, with straight postures, and listened carefully to every word. The audience Their emotions were gradually moved by the teacher's speech. They were immersed in the teacher's thoughts on the podium, as if they could feel his enthusiasm and charm.

boom--

And just when Mr. Hilton wanted to continue delivering his speech, a loud banging of the door suddenly sounded.

The sound of the door hitting the wall was so deafening in the closed conference room that everyone was frightened and looked towards the door.

There, a boy walked in hurriedly. He looked a little nervous, his breathing was a little heavy, and he was holding a black suitcase in his hand.

“I don’t agree with your speech!!!”

Rockefeller interrupted the atmosphere of the conference room with an excited face. He raised the black suitcase in his hand under Mr. Hilton's cannibalistic gaze, and splashed out the leaflets stored in the suitcase like water.

Papers were floating all over the conference room, they were flying like fallen leaves dancing in the autumn sunshine, one after another, one after another, covering the entire conference room overwhelmingly.

Papers all over the sky are dancing in the air, as if they are promoting an idea, a belief, and the power of life.

Rockefeller faced the rain of paper and walked towards Hilton step by step. His eyes were so determined, and soon he was in front of Hilton.

"Our future should not be limited to one idea or value. Everyone should have the freedom and right to choose what they think is good for themselves and society, rather than being bound by ideas imposed by others. As a teacher , you cannot simply blame young people for social problems, this is a one-sided and unfair view."

Under Hilton's gnawing eyes, Rockefeller said loudly:

“I fully understand the concerns and enthusiasm of my classmates about the current environment.”

"However, I do not agree with Mr. Hilton's approach, which achieves so-called "rescue" by manipulating information, restricting freedom, and suppressing dissidents - this approach will only cause more conflicts and dissatisfaction, and may ultimately lead to more serious In the midst of crises and turmoil, we cannot sacrifice freedom and human rights in pursuit of so-called "salvation."

Secondly, we must realize that establishing unnecessary contradictions and hatred is dangerous and foolish. "

At this time, many people had already held the flyer. Most of the audience in the conference room had watched this magical leaflet a few days ago, and now they watched it again, looking at the magical leaflet. With the magical leaflet, they seemed to have entered another world, forgetting everything around them, leaving only the content on the leaflet.

A little clarity flashed in many people's eyes.

Bang bang bang——

At this moment, Mr. Hilton clapped his hands, and his applause resounded throughout the conference room as if it was full of magic. The echoes continued, as if they would continue continuously. His clapping movements were very rhythmic, and every time His slaps were full of force, and you could almost feel the vibrations in his palms.

Heavy and rhythmic applause sounded in the conference room. After hearing the applause, the clarity in the eyes of many audience members was gradually covered by a certain kind of fanaticism. This fanaticism was like a sea tide, gradually eating away at the light in the eyes of those who regained their sight. .

"Do you think this is a success?" Mr. Hilton sneered at Rockefeller.

"Of course I don't think this can be successful. Sometimes I really suspect that Franklin is a devil. Everything goes as he imagined, including this scene." Rockefeller also laughed.

The blond young man who made the plan seemed to have foreseen everything and laid out all the chess pieces to be played in advance. As a chess piece, he just placed the pieces according to the positions predetermined by the opponent, including now.

"What Franklin..."

Just when Mr. Hilton was confused, he saw a girl standing up in the front row of the conference room. The other person raised her hand. In her hand was a Glock pistol, and the black metal surface reflected a weak light. The radiant and calm shape shows a strong and firm sense of strength.

The gun was pointed at the speaker, and the silent conference room was suddenly broken by frightened screams. Everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

The infected person of [Mobile] is different from the [Denier]. It only radicalizes other people's thoughts, not complete control. It needs an anchor called [Leader] to maintain its operation. It needs a kind of fanaticism. Thoughts coerce people, and now the people in the conference room are at the transition between fanaticism and sobriety.

At this time, it is time to use an explosion to completely awaken them!

Time seemed to be frozen, and one second turned into a century.

boom--

The gunfire finally rang out and Sophie pulled the trigger. The audience closed their eyes and heard the sound of the gunfire and the speaker falling.

At this moment, the entire conference room fell into deathly silence. Everyone stood there with their eyes wide open, their hearts beating extremely fast, and their minds filled with sounds of confusion and fear.

It was not only the audience who was stunned, but also Sophie herself. She stared blankly at Rockefeller who fell to the ground on the podium. The clothes on his chest were filled with blooming flowers of blood. He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. In a pool of blood.

"how come······"

He clearly said he would not die! ! !

Sophie dropped her hand and ran to Rockefeller's side anxiously.

On the other side, Mr. Hilton's expression was as ugly as if he had eaten shit. This dramatic and funny scene completely tore through the veil of the "rabble". His alone maintenance no longer worked. He now only Neng and other slaves frantically maintained the gradually collapsing network, and his master also appeared at this time.

A lady with a cold temperament floated above the podium in the conference room.

She was wearing a long black dress with smooth lines that highlighted her perfect figure. Her straight black hair was flying and spreading on her shoulders, shimmering with silver light.

Sister Yu's facial features are sharp and angular, and her eyebrows exude a unique temperament, which makes people involuntarily feel awe. Her eyes are deep and cold, revealing inviolable determination and perseverance, as if she can see through people's hearts and hide everything about them. Does not leak.

Her aura is unique and powerful, making it impossible to ignore her presence, as if you can feel an unfathomable power when you are around her.

At this time, Ativik's eyes were coldly staring at the location where Sophie fired, where her enemy finally stopped being secretive.

A handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes stood there, wearing a black windbreaker that clung to his muscular body, with a high collar, and looked very handsome. He wore a neat white shirt underneath, which covered his skin. Makes it even brighter.

And he wears a black top hat on his head, which adds a bit of mystery to him.

"Just as she seeks to rule, so she is ruled."

The blond young man smiled and picked up the discarded Glock pistol, while Artivik kept staring at him.

Looking at Ativik who had been watching him, Xia Xiu raised the Glock in his hand and introduced to her with a smile:

"This pistol is an art installation I made. I named it [Unkillable Prank]. The gun is as its name suggests. It really can't kill people. The blood is all fake. That guy Rockefeller was acting hard there. , Tsk, this guy is still enjoying the girl’s knee pillow.”

Looking at the blond young man who seemed to be introducing his favorite works to his friends, [Ruler] was speechless.

Looking at Ativik who was silent, Xia Xiu continued to smile and said:

"Three men, four women, seven spare tires."

The blond young man took off his hat and gave a gentleman's salute to [Reign].

"Beautiful Ms. Ativik, may I ask, do you want a dignified death, or..."

boom--

A bullet shot at Xia Xiu and passed through his head like a mold.

"Harm~, you made a very irrational choice."

The blond young man said with regret, and put the black top hat back on.