It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

The sudden explosion in the middle of the night woke up the sleeping city, and the originally silent city suddenly became loud.

The people who were awakened by the huge roar poked their heads out of the window, and looked at the flame burning at the half-waist of the minaret in amazement, and looked at the cracked gap, astonished.

And more than one place, four minarets exploded in different directions, almost in a matter of minutes.

The city defense forces were quickly dispatched and the city was under martial law.

However, people in the entire city have begun to riot, especially those guests who have come to attend the birthday party with noble status, have begun to question, and even some guests have said they want to leave the planet immediately.

Just at the heart of this man, a huge three-dimensional light curtain appeared over the city.

The dark-brown curly man appeared in the light curtain with a calm look and a serious face.

"You guys, don't worry!"

A huge image of the planet and even the heirs of the ruler of the star system emerged above the city, making a powerful sound.

"The situation is under my control. All the terrorists who tried to destroy my father's birthday have been captured, and tonight will never happen again."

He said solemnly, his voice was stern and powerful.

"I will never allow anyone to disrupt my father's birthday party. Anyone who attempts to do this kind of thing must be prepared for the revenge of the Miya family!"

After soothing the citizens, countless light curtains appeared in the middle of each room at the same time.

"Dear guests, I apologize for the things that surprised you."

Beat politely said on the light curtain, nodded slightly, and apologized to the guests in the room.

"I guarantee with the credit of the Miya family that this kind of thing will never happen again. Please believe that we can guarantee your safety. Please stay at ease and participate in my father's birthday."

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It took a lot of effort to soothe the citizens and guests, and the whole city was quiet again.

The dark-brown curly-haired man stood in his room. When the light curtain of communication disappeared from his eyes, the gentle and thick face was quickly covered by shadows, and the polite expression turned into a cold look.

There was a high arc at the corner of his lips, and he sneered with his nose. He looked at the extinguished flames outside the window at the moment the blackened tower body gaped, an indescribable pleasure spread from his chest to his entire body.

Unprecedented?

Even better than you when you were young?

It ’s a pity that my father, you are old, your eyesight is no longer good.

The best young man you've ever seen has been buried in the flames of fire-and the person who killed him is me who in your eyes can't even match half of him.

You are old, my father, the Miya family will be my world in the future-

"Master Bayat! Emergency communication requires access!"

An anxious voice suddenly sounded, disturbing Bayat's good mood.

He frowned, pressing his unhappy mood.

"Come in."

He said badly.

The light curtain suddenly appeared in front of him, the lines on it torn a few times, and an anxious soldier appeared on it.

"Master Bayat! Major General Troll is alive!"

The man's pupils, slightly drowsed because of discomfort, suddenly shrunk a bit, and the anger and shame that emerged from the body instantly twisted his gentle face just now.

"what happened?!"

He glared at the person in the light curtain with narrow eyes, gritted his teeth, and the words almost jumped out of his teeth.

The soldier's figure disappeared, and another image appeared on the light curtain.

It was an image of Troll holding the boy in his arms and jumping out of the tower.

The scorching flames that burst from behind the smashed gap behind him opened his teeth and danced, but couldn't even reach the corners of his clothes.

The image on the light curtain was a bit fuzzy and flickered quickly, but even if it was a bit fuzzy, it could clearly see the young man jumping out of the tower and then landing vigorously.

Immediately afterwards, the young major general quickly disappeared into the image with the teenager who was with him.

Bayat stood there, motionless.

His face was distorted, and the gentleness of the day disappeared without trace. His expression was terrible at this moment.

Not long ago, I enjoyed the pleasure of less than a while, and the ridicule of the major general and his father. At this moment, it was like slap in the face, and fanned him fiercely on the face, making his face blue and swollen. No skin is complete.

His fingertips shook uncontrollably at this moment because of extreme anger and disgust.

[Bayat, if you can have half of him ...]

This sentence resounded in his ear like a nightmare.

It repeated in his mind over and over again, replaying, flooding his mind, almost to break his head-

The man supported his hands on the stage, breathing a little bit thicker.

He stared at the young major general in the image, his bloodshot and red eyes full of viciousness and resentment—

kill him!

Must kill that guy!

That guy must die! No matter what it takes!

Deep down in his body was a fierce beast roaring ferociously, showing his fangs.

He propped his hands on the table, turned his head, and stared at the attendant standing behind him with red eyes.

"Mobilize all the city defense forces! Look for the trace of that guy! Just say it was my order to kill him!"

"But, Lord Bayat, this kind of movement is too great, and it just happened to comfort the people, and those guests ..."

His servant said embarrassed.

"And this order, you can't hide the fact that you want to kill Major General Troll ..."

"Do what I say!"

His tensed face twitched almost spasmodically, yelling at his servant.

"Find him! Find this guy! Kill him!"

The terrible look of the host in the fury had never seen the servants startled, and he did not dare to persuade him, and immediately conveyed the young master's order.

However, he did not dare to directly issue the order to find Major General Troll and kill him, as Bayat said. Instead, he only conveyed the order to arrest two terrorists who carried out this terrorist attack. Once you encounter suspicious objects, kill them immediately.

The city that has just been quieted is noisy again. Countless city defense forces appear on the streets, constantly searching for hidden places with search equipment, such as catching fish that leaked the net, so that the people who have just let go of their hearts are again Began to panic.

After all, without catching the fish, there may be a terrorist attack at any time.

Coupled with these soldiers constantly searching around, and even in search of breaking into the dwellings, the whole city began to tremble again.

Bayat stood in the room, standing blankly.

Three light curtains surround him, and the three-dimensional map above flashes continuously, and dark blue messages are constantly brushing in the lower left corner of the screen, but the feedback messages will only make his face more gloomy. .

Almost all the city defense forces in the city were dispatched, and no trace of that guy could be found.

These useless guys--

With a loud bang, the door was slammed open.

Being in extreme irritability, Bayat turned back with a roar.

"Do not allow anyone to come in, don't you understand ?! Get out of me--"

The last word "Go" got stuck in his throat instantly, and the man's eyes widened suddenly.

He looked at the tall figure coming in from the door, and his mind was blank at this moment.

The gray-haired old man approached him step by step, staring at him staring at him, the wrinkled face without any expression.

Obviously the old body, but in this step, exudes great courage, the dreary footsteps made by stepping on the ground are shocking.

This old man is like a towering mountain that cannot be surpassed, and it is pressed down so hard that people cannot breathe.

The old man stood in front of him, with a body of the same height as him, but the stare at him seemed to be condescending, looking down at him, almost suffocating him.

Looking dullly at the old man's harsh gaze, Bayat's mind was blank.

He tried to make a sound, but his lips moved hard, and he couldn't even spit out a breath.

He could only stand there stupidly.

How many times did he think he had stepped out of his father's shadow.

But now he knows that no matter how long it is, he is still the child standing in horror looking at his father's back.

Snapped!

With a heavy slap, Beat turned his face to the side.

He tilted his face, no movement for a while.

The pain on the cheeks was sore, and it penetrated into the skin and into the blood of the bones, causing the pain to go crazy.

"Are you satisfied?"

The burning pain made him finally regain control of his voice.

The man dropped his head and made a hoarse, low laugh.

"You're right ... I'm waste, I'm even half that person's waste!"

For the first time, he looked up and faced his father, yelling at his father politely.

"Everything you said is right-everything is right! I admit it! Are you satisfied!"

"Anyway, you want that guy to be your son more than me-I lost! I can't beat him! I can't win him! I confess, I'm waste-so are you satisfied!"

Dark brown curly hair scatters in front of Beat's eyes, blocking his vision. He can't see his father's expression at this moment, but can only see his father's sharp lips with similar sharp corners clenching strongly.

He didn't want to look into his father's eyes, he knew that it must be the disappointment of his habit of looking at that moment.

He knew what his father would say next--

[You disappoint me so much, Bayat. 】

Yes, father, I let you down.

again and again.

If I were not your child, if the outstanding young man you admired was your child, that would be great.

For you or for me.

The old man's strong arms raised him and pushed him away, stepped forward, and walked in front of the three circular light curtains.

His hands rested on the platform, his eyes sharply glanced at the image on the light curtain and the beating message below.

"Withdraw all city defense forces at once!"

He gave the order with a deep, powerful voice.

Behind him, Bayat, who was pushed away by him just now, stood there in a daunting manner.

He lowered his head, his brown hair scattered to the corner of his slightly jerking eyes, his hands clenching tightly on his side, his nails piercing deeply into his palms.

He gritted his teeth so hard that he almost broke them.

In addition to resentment and unwillingness in his eyes, there was a bit of pain.

How much does the father value the major general, how much his father admires that person, how much he loves--

He knew it early on, didn't he?

He already knew what would happen if his father knew how to do it, didn't he?

"Mass, mobilize my relatives. Now here, all, let them search secretly."

The old man who withdrew all the city defense forces opened the communication channel of his lieutenant general, and calmly gave orders.

"In addition, the Mia Star satellite system and the urban defense system are turned on to search for Major General Troll's tracks."

He said that his tone was cold and firm.

"Once it's found, kill it!"

Bayat raised his head sharply. He stared wide open at the old man's back, his face miserable and unbelievable.

He wondered unbelievably whether he had heard it wrong, or if his anger had caused him to hear.

He stood just like that, watching his father turn around, and walked back to his eyes again.

The old man once again raised his right hand—

There was a crackling sound again.

The Marquis of Mia gave his son a slap in the face once again, so strong that Beatat took a whole step backward.

"Don't say that you are not waste ... even if it is really waste, you are my child!"

The old marquis stared at him deadly, saying word by word, powerful.

His chest was violently undulating, and his always calm and calm face turned red with anger at this moment.

He yelled at Bayat.

"My child! I want to keep my life!"

He shouted, and walked back to the light curtain again, staring at the image on the screen.

His eyes at this moment seemed like the eagle staring at the prey.

He knew how good and dangerous the young major general was.

He knew how terrible that young man would grow up in the future.

It was for this reason that he wanted Beat to make good friends.

He knew that Bayat was excellent, but it was only relatively ordinary people, as the future successor of the Miya family, as the future helm of this galaxy, this is far from enough.

Although the surface of the universe is calm and calm, the keen eyes of the Marquis of Mia have already seen that in the future, within ten years, the entire interstellar will begin to turbulence.

The storm of war will sweep from the center of the empire and spread across the universe. Waiting for his children will be an era of war and turmoil. In that extremely dangerous era, the wolves were fed around, you live and die ... So, Bayat did not do enough. Just ordinary excellence is not enough!

So he treated Bayat in the harshest and most severe way, so he forced Bayat to do better and better again and again-in order to make Bayat survive the turbulent times, In order for the entire Miya family to continue in the universe!

After he found out that his harshness and persecution had forced the child to the other extreme, everything was too late.

... he is old and can't live long.

But while he was alive, he had to use all means to **** his children, leaving as many resources and back-ends for his children as possible.

He can see that, with that young major general's ability, he must be a hegemon in the future, so he put down his body and made good friends with him, also in order to leave a good connection with his children.

Just didn't expect ...

... Now that things have reached the point where they are today, there is only one thing he should do now.

Kill this young man who will threaten his children in the future completely on this planet!

...

The man stood stunned, standing behind the old man, his face was burning with pain, and he stared blankly at the familiar back.

No matter how many years have passed, this person's back is still very straight, without any slight bending.

No matter how many years have passed, he is still looking at this man's back.

He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and breathed desperately, trying to curb the sudden sourness of the nose.

father……