From Prisoner to Si Chen

Time flies, and soon it is August, the month symbolizing the "Mother of Sorrow".

The 5th day of the month.

An ordinary day.

Unexpectedly, the chairman of the Empire's Mysterious Investigation Committee, "Red Sage" Gillan Ilos, quietly disappeared in the office after drinking the first cup of coffee in the morning.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived in Jacobin, the capital of the Federation.

Because Jacobin experienced two consecutive terrorist attacks in just two months, and the Hundred Masters Hall and the Grand Opera House were all destroyed, it can be clearly felt that the city is filled with an atmosphere of depression and uneasiness.

The morning sun was gloomy, as if the whole street was shrouded in gray fog.

Gillan wore a top hat and pulled down the brim.

He leaned on a white cane, his windbreaker fluttering, and strolled on a street in the federal capital.

There were not many pedestrians and vehicles on the road.

At least, there were fewer than when Gillan came last time.

And the few locals passing by were also in a hurry, as if they were worried that if they stayed outside for too long, they would encounter something bad.

However, Gillan whistled happily and walked along the street as if no one was around.

Soon, he came to a luxurious manor.

"Duke Daniel Martin Manor."

Gillan glanced at the wall pier next to the manor gate, which was hung with a blue houseplate and name, and his mouth curled up slightly.

This is the home of the Martin family, a powerful family in the Federation.

The family has been at the top of the power almost since the establishment of the Federation. There is a member of the Martin family in the twelve chairmen of each General Council.

The previous chairman, the head of the Martin family, had been killed by Gillan's teacher "White Sage" Pala, and his eldest son is currently at the helm.

A middle-aged man in his forties named Henry Martin.

Gillan's purpose of coming to the Federation this time is very simple, that is, to knock the twelve families, kill the chicken to scare the monkey, and intimidate.

He did not expect that this would deter the twelve families from participating in politics, but it would definitely be effective in deterring the federal ruling class and disrupting the order of the entire political system.

Jilan was not in a hurry to bring down the federation overnight. Anyway, he had a lot of time and was ready to play slowly.

Ziz.

He extended an index finger and lightly touched the iron fence gate. With a slight sound of electricity, a fine alchemy array appeared on each railing of the gate, and then it was instantly decomposed.

Jilan leaned on his cane and walked in leisurely. But soon, he was discovered by the security guards in the gatehouse.

"Hey! Sir! Please stop!"

Two security guards rushed out, put their hands on the holsters on their waists, and shouted in a deep voice.

But Jilan didn't even look at the two of them and continued to walk in. The little familiar Weiwei floating on his shoulder giggled and waved her hand. The two security guards looked confused and walked back to the gatehouse as if nothing had happened, as if they had forgotten the scene in front of them.

Jilan walked along the straight cobblestone path and came to a villa area.

The main building was five stories high and looked very luxurious and rich. The entire exterior wall was painted white and covered with various exquisite reliefs.

Jilan ignored the servants and gardeners who were looking at him with doubts and walked into the villa.

As soon as he entered, he saw a family having dinner in the restaurant, with some maids and stewards standing around.

There were more than 20 men and women sitting at the long table.

A middle-aged man with a mustache, wearing gorgeous clothes, sat in the main seat, eating and chatting with his family.

"Huh?!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man caught a glimpse of a strange figure from the corner of his eye, walking into the restaurant as if no one was around.

He turned his head and looked, and his face changed immediately.

Immediately, he stood up with a swish, pulling the tablecloth, causing the plates and wine glasses in front of him to fall to the ground, clanging.

Food and red wine were spilled everywhere, but the man didn't care, just stared at the purple-eyed young man.

The man's sudden movement startled everyone present. The men and women at the table followed his gaze and looked behind them, and noticed a purple-eyed young man in a suit and leather shoes standing there at some point.

"You are... Gillan Ilos?!"

The man's face turned pale and his voice trembled.

Hearing his words, everyone present also showed fear.

Gillan Ilos? !

Chairman of the Bremen Empire, the culprit of the "Jacobin Opera House Incident", a strong man in the mysterious field, an executioner who kills without blinking an eye!

As a powerful family in the Federation, they knew how terrifying this man was.

But...

Why did he come to Martin Manor? !

What was he going to do here? !

The former head of the family, Duke Rupert Martin, died at the hands of Teacher Gillan Iros. Could it be that he came here this time to get rid of them all...

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but breathe, shivered, and an unspeakable fear surged in their hearts.

The scene fell into a dead silence for a while.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe.

At this time, Gillan glanced at the two maids standing behind Henry Martin.

These were actually two mysterious people, at the level of level 2, and should be Henry's personal bodyguards. At this time, they were also stiff, staring at Gillan and dared not move.

"Mr. Henry, since you know me, you don't have to introduce yourself..."

Gillan smiled, holding a white cane.

He looked around, looking at the terrified look of the people present, and asked puzzledly:

"You seem to be afraid of me? Why?"

Why...

Still need to ask why? !

Everyone moved their eyes with difficulty and looked at each other, but no one dared to speak.

Henry Martin reacted very quickly. He forced out a smile and explained in a humble tone:

"Mr. Gillan, don't get me wrong. We are not afraid, we are just in awe...awe of your power and means."

He took a deep breath, his originally trembling voice became slightly smoother, and then said:

"You know, we are just ordinary people, and we always have awe of mystical things, especially strong people like you who have mastered mysterious power."

"Haha." Gillan found it interesting and smiled: "Isn't it because of my massacre at the Jacobin last month?"

"Of course not."

Henry felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, but he still pretended to be calm and said.

Seeing the cold sweat on his forehead flowing uncontrollably, Jilan chuckled.

"I came to visit you today. I want to tell you something about the Martin family."

"You...please speak!"

Henry said quickly, with a very low attitude.

Ji Lan nodded and said calmly:

"You will convey to me the other eleven major federal families and representatives of other classes. I will liquidate all those and forces who dare to participate in the General Assembly of the Federation."

"?!"

Henry Martin's pupils shrank and his expression suddenly changed.

The meaning of Gillan's words has been very clear, that is, he is targeting the federal power class and political system.

Because of his father's death, Henry became more mature and better able to assess the situation. Now that the killer of the Bremen Empire was at home, how could he dare to say no, so he lowered his head and said respectfully:

"Yes, Mr. Gillan, I will definitely convey your words to the other major families in the name of the Martin family..."

"very good."

Gillan nodded.

"The next Federal General Assembly is at the end of this month, and I hope you can convey the message smoothly before the assembly begins."

"Please rest assured, I will definitely do it."

Henry lowered his head and said. Gilan looked at him silently for two seconds, then held up his white cane and left without looking back.

There was silence in the restaurant until long after Gilan left.

Henry couldn't hold on anymore, his legs softened and he was about to fall to the ground. Fortunately, the two female bodyguards behind him stepped forward and supported him.

"Mr. Henry, are you okay?"

"fine……"

Henry was limp and was helped to sit on a chair. His face was pale and he was covered in cold sweat.

Recalling what had just happened, he felt like it was a nightmare and had lingering fears.

"Not bad..." Henry murmured.

He was extremely lucky that the "Red Sage" did not directly attack the Martin family.

Otherwise, no one present will be spared, and everyone will die! Henry Martin knew the horror of the "Red Sage" all too well!

"Brother, do you really want to listen to that guy? Be his mouthpiece and warn other families?"

At this time, a fat man sitting at the dining table frowned.

After hearing this, Henry became furious, stood up, walked over, and slapped his brother directly.

Snap! !

"You are seeking death yourself, don't drag the Martin family down!"

Henry shouted fiercely.

His eyes were full of fear, his lips were trembling, and he said to his stunned and bewildered brother:

"You have no idea how terrifying that person is. Calling him 'god on earth' is not an exaggeration. How dare you say 'that guy'?!"

"Hurry up and apologize!"

"Brother?!" The slightly fat man was shocked. He raised his head and looked at his brother who had never shown such fear in front of him. "But...he's already gone."

"Ignorant! Stupid! Waste!!"

Henry cursed profusely.

He was helpless and angry because his useless brother didn't understand anything at all.

Gone?

How did you know he was gone?

How can ordinary people measure the mystery of mysticism? What's more, the "Red Sage" is a ruthless character that even the top federal officials can't deal with!

"I..." Seeing this, the slightly fat man had no choice but to lower his head and say to the air beside him: "I'm sorry, Mr. Guillain Iros, I feel guilty for my rudeness."

At this time, Ji Lan, who had already walked out of the manor gate, raised his eyebrows, shook his head and chuckled.

…

…

Henry Martin did not follow the rules.

In other words, he didn't dare.

Within a week after Gilan's visit, he hurriedly contacted other big families and representatives from all walks of life.

And conveyed what Gilan said word for word.

But not everyone in these families really takes it seriously, and many of them scorn it.

These people prefer to believe that the federal military, the mysterious department, and even Speaker Leonidas will ensure their safety.

The time has quickly come to the end of August.

The Federal General Assembly meets again.

Because the last attack on the "Bai Lao Assembly Hall" had an extremely bad impact, this time the meeting was held in another hall, the security force was tripled, and the surrounding roads were closed in advance.

But when we arrived at the meeting, we discovered a strange phenomenon.

That is, the number of MPs who came to attend the meeting was pitiful, and their number was even less than that of the security forces.

Of the 500 seats for members, only a hundred people came. There are even fewer members in the Twelve Chairs, only four.

In the empty venue, whether on the stage or off, the scattered members sitting in the seats all looked at each other, somewhat embarrassed.

"Humph!"

On the high platform, a middle-aged female chairperson looked at her watch, suddenly snorted, raised her hand and grabbed the octagonal microphone, and spoke directly:

"The enemy's mere warning scared more than half of our General Council members from coming to participate. It's really sad and ridiculous."

"If this continues, the Empire only needs to move its lips to destroy the upper structure of our Owena Federation without any effort, and the domestic order will not exist... and all of this is due to the inaction and cowardice of the parliament."

"I suggest that the military arrest all these members who did not attend the meeting and give them a good trial and accountability."

"Mila, there is no need to do this."

A middle-aged man shook his head and reminded in a deep voice. He also moved the microphone over, cleared his throat, and prepared to smooth things over:

"Let's start today's meeting. First, due to the death of the previous councillor, there are many messes left, so..."

But the middle-aged man hadn't finished speaking yet.

Then there was a deafening thunder outside the venue.

Boom! !

Everyone present was in an uproar.

The councillors looked around in doubt, and even looked up at the ceiling.

Crash...

There was only the sound of heavy rain coming from outside.

"Well... it seems to be raining."

Someone stuttered.

As soon as this was said, everyone's face changed.

Some people even stood up immediately and prepared to leave.

This group of councillors were like frightened birds, and they followed suit.

But just as the female councillor on the stage was about to stop, the whole venue began to shake.

Boom! !

"Earthquake?!"

Someone exclaimed.

"What happened?!"

Bang! ! !

A silver thunderbolt as thick as a bucket fell from the sky and hit the building of this hall.

Accompanied by a deafening roar.

Suddenly, one-third of the building was instantly disintegrated and disappeared. Because of the lack of ceiling, heavy rain poured into the venue, soaking everyone present.

Including the security forces who were mysterious, they were all shocked.

I saw that the sky had suddenly appeared a dark vortex of thunderstorm clouds, flashing silver lightning.

Boom boom boom! !

One after another, silver thunderbolts struck down, bombarding the venue crazily.

The congressmen present, as well as the security forces, had almost no time to react, and were instantly touched by the escaped arcs and decomposed into nothingness on the spot.

Less than ten minutes after the meeting began.

The building was razed to the ground, and the people disappeared with it.

The dark cloud vortex quickly faded away, and the original clearness was restored, as if the scene just happened was just an illusion.

Soon, a figure in military uniform suddenly appeared in midair.

Leonidas closed his eyes and looked at the ruins below expressionlessly. His voice was cold and angry:

"Gilan Iros..."