From star abyss

Phew—boom!

The missile flew a certain distance, then ignited again, instantly accelerating and hitting the armored vehicle, blowing it into the sky and turning it into a blazing fireball. Under Barnum's shocked gaze, the bearded man put away the launcher and waved his hand towards him, instructing him to close the window quickly to avoid being scratched by stray bullets.

"Hey - Barnum, the embassy called me and asked me to stay in the company and stay still. What's going on? I heard gunshots. Tanks and armored vehicles passed downstairs. Oh my god, what's going on? ?”

coup.

Barnum quickly guessed this possibility.

There is no doubt that this is a military coup, and it is a carefully planned and sudden action.

He thought about the bearded man taking photos every day and observing the guards through binoculars, and that there was no changing of the guard today.

"They've been ready for a long time." Barnum sat on the chair, not knowing what to do.

The sudden change destroyed his peaceful life and outlook on life. People huddled at home, not daring to look up for fear of being affected. Just downstairs from him, a fierce gun battle broke out between the rebels and the principality military police, and bullets even penetrated. His glass was broken, leaving a clear bullet hole on Nanmu's cabinet.

Not long after, he saw the bearded man holding up another rocket launcher, trying to provide cover for the friendly forces again. When he looked up and saw himself frozen in place, he immediately shouted to him anxiously:

"Get back! Don't come out!"

laugh!

As soon as Big Beard finished speaking, a blade grew out of his chest. The agent of Rule 3 coldly pulled out his weapon and dragged Big Beard into the room. Then there was a horrifying scream and blood splattered. From the window, even though it was across a street, Barnum seemed to smell a fishy smell like rust.

vomit--

He almost vomited when a grenade exploded below him. The loud bang instantly made him deaf, and the shock wave shook him back into the house. Barnum rolled over in horror, using his hands and feet to hide in the toilet.

There were constant footsteps, women's screams, and the sound of bullets hitting the marble tiles from time to time in the corridor. Barnum did not dare to speak. He huddled in the corner, covering his mouth, too scared to go out.

The security war lasted for at least one day, with constant gunfire and gunfire. Agents from Law 3 went door to door to search and arrest him. They pulled him out of the bathtub, beat him severely, and asked him if he had seen Bermudez. .

At first Barnum thought that if he answered no, then Rule Three would give him a whip, and if he answered yes, Rule Three would ask where he saw it.

But he was wrong. Rule 3 didn't give him a chance to quibble at all. He beat him until he almost vomited blood, and then poured cold water on his face to wake him up.

When he curled up in pain and vaguely said what Bermudez was, Law Three believed his words and let him back.

Barnum came to the dilapidated balcony in despair, straightened the chair, and threw himself up. The injuries on his face made him unable to open his eyes.

The artificial sun's light was still so bright, but the wind carried the smell of burning tanks.

It's like throwing a piece of expired pork into a coal stove.

Barnum squinted his eyes. In other people's countries, frost-plated agents could arrest and beat people at will. Even he, as a GTB employee and frost-plated citizen, was not immune.

Many colleagues in the company's group chat were beaten, and some were even detained. People accused and complained, asked their superiors for asylum, and even called the embassy, ​​hoping to return home.

However, in response to their demands, the senior officials of GTB remained silent and watched them being beaten for no reason by Rule 3. Instead, they rejected their application to return to the country on the grounds that: while you are still working, according to the company's articles of association, you cannot leave.

"It's fucking fucked up."

He drank a glass of whiskey, and the oaky taste made the injury on his face feel more like a punch.

Barnum looked out the window of the apartment opposite. Through word of mouth from the media and company colleagues, he knew for the first time in his life what Bermudez was.

In the local language, Bermudez means: berm.

They are a group of people seeking national independence in the Principality of Gulante, hoping that the country can normalize and regain its sovereignty.

This sounds ridiculous.

Barnum glanced at the guards at the Grand Duke's mansion. They changed the guard again, as precise as machinery. The tall and strong guards held their heads high. It was obvious that they had successfully defended the Grand Duke, and their faces were filled with pride.

He looked at the window of the apartment opposite, but the bearded man no longer came out to watch with the telescope.

Barnum sat blankly in his chair. He no longer knew what to do about the future.

Suddenly, there was a touch on his shoulder, and someone tapped his shoulder. Barnum did not recover, and was about to turn his head, when a man took a plastic chair from a food stall and put it next to him. He picked up his whiskey, poured himself a glass, took a nice sip, and then said to him:

“Whiskey without ice is kerosene.”

Barnum was about to call you nonsense. My refrigerator was broken and I was seriously injured. Otherwise, I would have had to throw a hockey puck into the air. Then he suddenly realized that he had locked the door when he came back. How did this man get up here? of?

Looking again, the man's appearance looked familiar, his face was extremely handsome, which was rare in his life, and there was a charm in his movements that was hard to ignore.

Barnum looked more and more familiar. The man saw a pack of cigarettes placed on his table and raised his eyebrows:

"Romandis?"

"Uh-yes."

He took one without ceremony and extended his hand to him in a matter-of-fact manner: "Brother, lend me a hand."

Who is your buddy?

Dissatisfied, Barnum took out the lighter from his arms and lit a cigarette for the man. The handsome man hung the cigarette, but did not take a breath. He only let the cigarette pass in his mouth, as if just to use the tobacco to refresh himself. Then he Gengen took out the cigarettes and placed them on the table. He took out the tinfoil layer between the cigarettes and the box.

Under Barnum's strange gaze, the man meticulously re-folded the tinfoil paper in reverse according to the creases, as carefully as he folded paper and threw cannons when he was a child. Finally, he folded the tinfoil paper into a card.

"Oh, you're lucky. The 'Youth' of the Romance Messenger series."

The man grinned. For the first time, Barnum felt that a man could look prettier than a woman when she smiled. He couldn't help but be stunned. Just when he began to doubt his sexual orientation, the man glanced over.

With his clear and bright eyes and his handsome appearance, Barnum could not feel any sexual feelings at the moment. On the contrary, he could feel that the man's temperament was very gentle and approachable, not aggressive at all.

No, his beauty is not vulgar beauty, but a magnetic charm that is generous and makes people want to get close to him. This kind of charm is pure and not mixed with any dirty thoughts.

Barnum thought: He has really met a strange person. He climbed up to the fourth floor quietly and still has such charm. If he elects the president, what will happen to the old lady Medway?

"I've got your cigarettes and alcohol. You can make a moderate request of me, Barnum Zeeglin."

The man's words were full of conviction, making people unwaveringly believe that he was serious.

But Barnum still hesitated and asked:

"Who are you? Why are you looking for me?"

The man was surprised, but smiled and asked:

"You really don't know me?"

Barnum suddenly thought of something, and the man immediately changed his expression and said:

"The atrocities committed against humanity must be exposed to the public——"

An idea flashed in his mind, and Barnum blurted out, saying in unison with the other party:

"A man can die as a human being, but he cannot live as a beast!"

He looked at the other party in surprise and said:

"You, you are Li Ozi! Li Ozi, who killed more than a hundred people in the Mingji Humanity Realm... But you, why are you here? Why did you come to me?"

"Well, it's a long story."

Li Ozi sat on the plastic chair of the food stall and said with some fun:

"Don't get excited, Barnum, you are the protagonist of this country."

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"You will understand in the future. There are still a few seeds of amazing talent in this country. I want to dig them all out."

Li Ozi saw that Barnum was confused and simply stopped talking about it:

"Since you're wondering why I'm here, I'll tell you."

He took a sip of wine, savored the taste, and said leisurely:

"It starts with my failure to assassinate the Grand Duke..."