My Empire

"No, we can." The Guards officer said: "Each of you has sins. You have committed different sins. I can decide who is right and who should sleep..."

If Chris was here, he would definitely feel that the other party was also a person who had crossed over. Moreover, this officer is estimated to be the kind who travels through the protagonist and can write songs in star novels...

"..." And everyone present was speechless to what the guard officer said. They want to run away, they want to resist, they want to beg, but they find it all to no avail.

"If I die! Tomorrow there will be countless newspapers condemning you! Everyone knows that it was the emperor's hands!" The old man living here wanted to seize the last glimmer of hope.

"But they have no evidence." The officer didn't seem to be in a hurry to order the killing, and he explained to the other party with interest.

Outside the door, the body of the bodyguard with the pipe cut off was lying on the carpet of the value chain. The blood had stained the precious decorative carpets, and after the carpet was soaked with warm blood, it slowly moved along. The marble floor spreads and finally seeps into the crevices of the stone.

Beside these corpses, some guard soldiers with weapons stood there, motionless as if they were statues.

After training, they can even block the special operations force of the guards of the magicians, and they are out to deal with the bodyguards of these nobles. They are simply overkill.

The action just took only a few tens of seconds, and the entire villa's guard force was wiped out. Even in the end, there was not even a guard who issued a warning.

"You kill so many high-class people in one breath, it is impossible to retreat! His Majesty the Emperor will also care about public opinion! Then he will push you out and be a scapegoat!" The fat rich man threatened.

"Really? That's great. It's my honor to die for your majesty." The scar on his face turned hideous because of his smile. The officer smiled and touched his face with his leather gloved hand. Scar, said: "I live to die for your majesty..."

Sometimes, it's really meaningless for you to chat with such a person. The fat rich man feels very boring now, really very boring...

The middle-aged smoking man next to him squeezed out the cigarette **** in his hand and warned: "I have many friends, and they will ask for a thorough investigation when the time comes. His Majesty the Emperor will be involved in this murder! His reputation..."

"Okay! That's enough! I don't have time to waste with you. It's really the same as your Majesty said. It seems that there is no decent one." Officer Scar waved his hand and put a smile away. The look of patience.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a group of people were escorted to the room by soldiers of the Guards. These people have their heads down, but from the clothes and dressing, it can be seen that they are all rich people.

"Bob! Why are you here?" The old rich man who lived here saw his son in the queue with a shocked expression on his face, and then suddenly looked at the officer of the Guards: "What are you going to do?"

In his opinion, bringing his son here is nothing more than trying to cut the weeds and roots. This kind of brutal act of murdering the whole family is really a bad practice of anger and resentment.

Even if it is the emperor of Ailan Hill, who is known to do so, many nobles will resist and criticize. At that time, Chris will really lose the support and loyalty of many nobles.

"Eco! Why are you here too?" The fat rich man saw his brother and looked confused and wondered what he wanted to do.

At this time, the guards officer with scars on his face interrupted their question and said, "Okay! There is no need to renew the past, right? Know what you should do? If you know, do it."

"What are you going to do?" The old man frowned, then looked at his son, and then he saw that this son, who had always been filial to him, held up a small and exquisite pistol.

What makes him desperate is that the black hole of the pistol is not aimed at others at this moment, but at him as the decision maker of the family...

"What are you doing? Do you dare to point a gun at me?" The old man was furious, the back of his hand holding a cane highlighted, and he asked fiercely: "You beast! How dare you want to kill your own father!"

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I'm also for this family... And, father, don't kill you, how can His Majesty support me to control our family's property?" The middle-aged man was holding a pistol, his face was full of longing. .

He shook the muzzle, and after making a gesture, he continued: "Please go to death! Father! Only if you die, I can become the owner of the house, and the money can also be in my pocket..."

In the next second, gunshots suddenly rang, and this crazy middle-aged man killed his father with a single shot, but there was still a smile on his face.

The old man who had fallen on the ground saw the money with his eyes open, testified with his own eyes that his own son betrayed him for those countless gold coins and shot him to death without hesitation.

"Brother...you..." The fat man looked at the old man lying on the ground, and it took him a long time to look away from the corpse: "You also came to kill me?"

"Brother... I have persuaded you long ago... You should not be against your Majesty, this is wrong." The fat brother also pointed a pistol at his brother: "You are crazy, I did this. It is to preserve our family!"

"You lunatic! You don't know what you are doing! You betrayed the family, you..." The fat rich man was still talking, and the gunshots rang out over there.

With a shot of "!", the fat man fell on the carpet with a scream while clutching his stomach. He seemed to want to struggle, but was directly hit in the head by the second shot: "!"

"This is the most normal family fight. We won't intervene." The officer who has been standing in the center of the house with a scar on his face carried his hands behind his back and explained: "Tomorrow, your family will take your place. Location, no one will check this kind of thing, because everything is reasonable and legal."

"!" Another gunshot sounded, and the middle-aged rich man who was still smoking just fell into a pool of blood. His uncle walked to his corpse and dropped a **** ring from his corpse finger, and put it directly on his finger.

The young rich man over there turned and wanted to run, but was stopped by two guard soldiers at the door. They pushed the young man back into the house, letting him cry desperately.

"I'm wrong! I don't want anything! Let me go! I will listen to you from now on! I am obedient! Can't it? I listen to you." Kneeling on his knees, the young rich man was a little calm and calm in the past. Pride was gone, he climbed to the side of the Scarface Officer, wanting to hug the other's thigh and beg for mercy.

"Think clearly, what you promised before, you and him, there will always be someone here today." Looking at an old noble man who was hesitant, the scarface officer reminded him.

The old man finally moved. He drew out the long sword hidden in his walking stick and pierced the young rich man into the chest. The other party screamed, and the officer's hands holding the scar face suddenly lost strength.

Freed from the arms of the opponent, the guards officer looked down at the young rich man who had not yet died, and carefully examined the opponent's face: "What's wrong? I want to betray this country..."

In his sigh, the old man made up another sword, which just pierced the young rich man's heart. The young rich man convulsed twice and finally lay motionless on the ground.

"Did you record everything?" After these people had done what they were supposed to do, the Scarface Officer looked at the soldier with the video recorder on his side: "Did you not record our people?"

"No! Sir!" the soldier replied with his chin held high. Just re-dubbing and editing, these scenes are enough to ruin the brothers and fathers in front of them.

"Gentlemen, you should know who gave you this opportunity..." The Scarlet Face Guards officer said coldly, "From today...Keep your identities in mind, do you understand?"

"Understood!" The relatives of these rich families all knelt on one knee, bowed their heads and promised: "Long live Ailan Hill! Long live the Emperor!"

"From the moment you make a decision, you are already a dog of your majesty! What your majesty asks you to do, you have to do unconditionally, and your majesty does not let you do anything, you cannot do it even if you die ......" After the guards officer emphasized a sentence, he said softly, "Clean up here!"

"Yes, we are your majesty's dog!" Those people hurriedly bowed their heads, and said, "We are calling people, clean up here."

"Right! News, do you know what to say?" The Scarfaced Officer who stopped walking to the door asked without looking back.

"I know! These people have turned to the enemy and betrayed the country... are the devil's comrades!" Several people replied with low eyebrows.

The officer with a scar on his face turned his head and looked at the curtains drawn up in the room. There was a gap in the room. The sunlight from the gap into the room with light was bright and brilliant, and the place without light was cold and dark.

There is a **** smell in the air, which is what he likes. His existence has nothing to do with justice, and the power he exercises has nothing to do with right or wrong. Maybe he is the real demon, but he doesn't care. Because he dedicated everything he has to this country, to the emperor who is worthy of his loyalty.

He is the shadow and darkness of the empire. As for the light... that kind of thing is really incompatible with him——

There is one more update, which will be served tomorrow morning.