Gene from the 13th Department of Bright City

Chapter 765 Special Chapter. Heavenly Punishment ⅩⅩⅩⅢ

"Is this really okay?"

"It's totally fine, feel at ease."

In a somewhat dilapidated office, bursts of gunshots were heard outside from time to time. Two gray-faced men were talking. One of them looked older and was looking at a cigar, and the other, a younger man, had a sad look on his face. .

"Sir, if that's what we do."

"If I say it's okay, it's okay."

The older man laughed and looked at the land outside under the sunshine and filled with gunpowder smoke. The war had ended in stages. As a resistance force, they also agreed to the conditions set by the authorities in their country.

Such a victory is not a victory for this young man, because the powerful people they want to overthrow still control the country.

"We cannot accept such conditions, sir. We do it for the future of this country."

The man smoking a cigar grabbed the young man's collar and roughly pulled him out of the dilapidated office. At this time, the corridor was full of people, talking and laughing, and they showed their fatigue. Each of them looked extremely haggard, some were still wrapped in bandages, many had dull eyes, and some were sleeping on the floor.

Others were looking at the photos in their hands in ecstasy. Everyone seemed neither too happy nor too uncomfortable, but they were all too tired.

"It's been two years. If you take a good look at these people, they are all too tired. If you think about it again, how many of us are sleeping on this land?"

The young man looked at his comrades with a guilty look. It was true that everyone was too tired, but he always felt that if he stopped here, the country might return to what it was in the past.

Looking at the stubborn expression on the young man's face, the officer knew very well that he would not put down the gun in his hand, and the same was true for many young people who had been through life and death for many years. Although they were exhausted, they still had a look in their eyes. Spirit.

The commander glanced at the young man in front of him again. He pressed the gun in his hand. He had already reached an agreement with other senior officials and people in power. The war must end here.

Now at this juncture, these young people can no longer act recklessly. When everything comes to an end, although what they want to achieve has not yet been achieved, it is still not satisfactory.

The officer's eyes gradually turned cold, and then he ordered everyone to gather on the street.

Many people moved, and the young man in front of him stood in front of the commander excitedly.

"Sir, why? We have already reached this point. We just need to work harder and we will be able to do it."

"That's enough, Sumer!"

The chief looked at Sumer angrily. Sumer's heart was broken at this moment. A chill rose from the bottom of his heart. Seeing that the chief had turned around and was about to leave, Sumer stood in front of the chief again.

"We can't let this go."

The officer held down the back of Sumer's head.

"We have made a decision. As a soldier, you only need to obey the order."

Sumer shook his head.

"If we were just soldiers, we wouldn't have followed you for so long. Sir, please think again about those who are motivated by interests."

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Sumer looked at the officer in front of him in disbelief. He felt a spin, his body instantly lost strength, and his heartbeat seemed to freeze for an instant. He pressed it with one hand, and then looked at the bright red color on his chest in disbelief. .

"May you two Sumerians, this war is enough. Next we have to rebuild this country. Some things cannot continue. This country will definitely have a bright future in the future."

Sumer knelt on the ground, his clothes dyed red with blood, and his vision began to blur. What he remembered was a large golden wheat field. He and a group of friends were chasing each other in the wheat field, laughing and playing.

The commander quietly left the dilapidated building. After returning to the street, he saw the regular troops on the opposite side approaching, and the atmosphere on both sides was tense.

"As promised."

The leading man on the opposite side shouted, and then a truck slowly approached. After opening, it was filled with food, water, and other medical supplies. A group of medical personnel carrying medical kits came behind.

The officer walked over, and the man on the tank jumped down, and the two held their hands tightly.

"I just hope this handshake will last forever."

The officer said, and the other party nodded and glanced at the soldiers behind him, still looking very hostile.

"It will be eliminated slowly, as long as you fulfill your promise."

The chief said, and the other party nodded. The two looked at each other and showed a slightly relaxed smile.

Medical workers have begun to treat the wounds of the rebels, and the atmosphere has begun to relax with the sunset, although people on both sides still look at each other with hostile eyes from time to time, and hold weapons tightly in their hands.

The commander knew very well that in just one or two years, the war that had involved the entire country would completely disappear.

Humans are such strange creatures. In the commander's understanding, humans are like this. They will forget about them after a while, as long as their lives are easy.

In this land, the chief has witnessed too much tragedy. He knows better than anyone what kind of heartbreaking life these young people have lived in the past two years. It is precisely because of his understanding that he will agree to the people in power. The conditions they set out.

The last rays of the setting sun shone on the dilapidated building. At this time, the commander looked at the place where Sumer died. Although many people were inquiring about Sumer's whereabouts, he was the leader of the young faction.

The chief just told them that Sumer went to another front to deal with some things.

Many people no longer delve into it, because they all know that Sumer has had countless conflicts with his superiors in the past few days, and the two have very different ideas. Although the younger group supports Sumer, in this situation In the tense and desperate atmosphere every day, many people are silent.

With the end of the war, most people have seen some light, and the superior has also said that some young people can still accept some conditions negotiated with the powerful.

The chief entered a car. He was very tired and had no intention of thinking about anything. At this time, among the people on both sides, the leader of the regular army called a resister into a tent.

"I think we should have a talk, right!"