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"Reporting to Officer Shen, the Klo State Special Supervisory Bureau is requesting support."

"Reporting to Officer Shen, the Temos State Special Supervisory Bureau is requesting support."

"Report to Director Shen, Corona Building reports that Director Lin has joined the rebellion."

"..."

A steady stream of information was reported to Shen Yan. The heroic woman with wheat-colored skin and short hair frowned, and while making arrangements calmly, she quickly walked out of the Special Inspectorate and walked towards the Corona Building.

Mother and Councillor Fang had anticipated the current situation, so Shen Yan did not appear in the Corona Building.

After issuing the authority to mobilize weapons of mass destruction, Shen Yan looked toward the Corona Building and stopped.

If everyone died...

Shen Yan thought of Shen Yueshan's cold and ruthless face, turned around, got in the car and drove towards the Song Manor.

The best way to suppress the rebellion is to activate large-scale weapons. The front line has not moved because it has received resistance from all sides. Shen Yan knows that those old guys have their own thoughts.

But now it’s different. Now she is the only hero.

The control of the missiles in Shangzhou is in the hands of the First Legion in the suburbs. Chief Song is unwell and did not attend today's performance review meeting. She hopes that he can understand the situation and prevent her from taking action.

The moment Shen Yan stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed of the car, dozens of buses drove out from the opposite direction of the road.

When the vehicles on the opposite side saw the Special Inspectorate’s vehicles, they honked their horns a few times.

Not only did Shen Yan ignore him, but he stepped on the accelerator even harder, increasing the car speed to the maximum.

Seeing this, a car broke away and chased after them without hesitation.

Handing the command to the deputy captain, Shen Feng carried the rocket launcher and opened the car window.

Shen Yan watched through the rearview mirror as the bus behind them lowered its window and a man carrying something jumped onto the roof.

The moment Shen Yan saw clearly what was in his hand, her pupils dilated.

Rocket launcher?

It takes a lot of skill to be able to get this kind of controlled weapon.

Instead of stopping, Shen Yan turned the steering wheel frantically, and the vehicle immediately moved forward in a serpentine curve.

At the same time, she freed one hand and dialed Song Huanming's number.

On the roof of the bus, Chen Feng hooked his foot on the handrail next to the roof, knelt on one knee, loaded the rocket launcher, carried it to his shoulder, bent his back, aimed at the vehicle in front, and fired.

With a loud bang, it exploded to the right rear of the car in front, only distorting her driving route for a moment, but it did not stop.

Inside the car, Shen Yan steadied the steering wheel and looked in the rearview mirror. When she saw the agile young man on the roof of the car behind her ready to fire again, she cursed inwardly and, based on her understanding of Shen Feng, drove the car towards a road with heavy traffic.

When they got here, there were more vehicles, and Shen Feng was indeed afraid to fire again, which made Shen Yan keep a distance.

On the roof of the bus behind, the pager on Shen Feng's waist beeped, and then a question came: "Captain, do you still want to chase?"

Shen Feng looked at it, took out his pager and said, “No, return to the Special Supervisory Bureau.”

The bus drove back. On the roof, Shen Feng held the pager and dialed another line. A female voice came: "Hello, what's the matter?"

Shen Feng's deep voice sounded: "What's the situation in the suburbs? Shen Yan escaped and went to the Song family manor."

"Song Family Manor?"

Meng Qiu murmured and repeated.

Does Shen Yan want to directly bombard the Corona Building with one shot?

Cruel enough.

Meng Qiu thought about everything and then looked at the two sides fighting fiercely in the distance. He quickly deduced and said, "It won't be over so soon on my side. After all, this is the First Legion."

The ranking of the legions is based on strength. The first legion is covert, but the second and third legions need to be even more covert and cannot be broken up into small units. A large force must remain at the garrison to confuse the parliament.

Due to the shortage of manpower and weaker strength, even if it was two against one, it would only be a stalemate, but to activate large-scale weapons, only one person is needed.

She said, "I will go on the field and hold back the enemy's authorized commander. Commander Mo should have arrived at the Song Family Manor by now. You can contact her and ask her men to intercept him outside."

No one forgot that Song Huanming was unwell and did not attend the event. After careful consideration, Yu Ge gave the task of killing Song Huanming to Mo Wuxun.

Shen Feng agreed and dialed Mo Wuxun's number, but the call didn't go through.

It was not until they were near the Special Supervisory Bureau that Shen Feng realized that Mo Wuxun had already sneaked into the Song Family Manor.

After the order was conveyed, the vehicle happened to arrive at the Special Supervision Bureau.

There were several buses parked outside the dark and solemn Special Inspectorate, but it was completely silent inside.

Shen Feng put away his pager, jumped off the bus, and strode inside.

Song Family Manor.

After receiving Shen Feng's message, the people outside the manor adjusted their positions and sent two people to guard the intersection, while the others remained outside the manor on guard.

After all, the Song family guards are famously strong. They are all elites on the front line and cannot be taken lightly.

But - why is the Song family manor still so quiet? Even if Song Huanming hasn't woken up yet, what about the Song family's guard captain and the Song family's housekeeper?

On the seventh floor of the Song family's main building, the housekeeper stood quietly beside the bed, reporting: "Commander Mo has already sneaked into the manor and will arrive in fifteen minutes."

"it is good."

A hoarse and hoarse voice came from the bed. Looking over, I saw an old man with a head full of gray hair half lying on the bed, holding a piece of paper in his slightly wrinkled hand.

"Please make amends to your mother here, father."

Song Huanming sighed and turned to look at Butler Song beside the bed: "How many times did you inject me to wake me up?"

Steward Song bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Twenty-one times."

"Twenty-one times." Song Huanming murmured and sighed, "Jingshen must have worked very hard to prepare so many medicines."

"It was also because I slept too deeply. She must have been in a lot of pain that night."

Butler Song remained silent.

He held the note in one hand and stroked the bed with the other, stroking it bit by bit, as if he was caressing his lover.

The ashes were burned and blown away by the wind, and all he had left was this bed.

After a long while, he sighed and said, "Jing deeply hates me."

Also.

Even if he is normal, the others are not.

No matter how heavy the academic workload and how constrained other heirs are, they are not as miserable as Song Jingshen.

At the age of two, he witnessed his father hacking his mother to death and dismembering her body, and forcing him to eat her meat and drink her blood to show off his noble status.

At the age of three, he began to endure a heavy and almost abusive education.

At the age of seven, he was taken out on and used as bait to lure out Mo Wuxun. He was thrown into the hands of human traffickers by his only relative, and suffered severe torture. He was even almost sold as a toy because of his face.

If that little girl hadn't acted in time...

Song Huanming closed his eyes, suppressed the soreness in his eyes, and opened his eyes to look at the ceiling of the bed.

If he had not occasionally fought for sovereignty and protected Song Jingshen, the young boy would have been abused to death by the other three personalities.

If he had not taken action, the Zhang and Xun families would have been destroyed long ago.

But without him, the other three personalities would not get any information about the Rebellion Bureau.

Xu Ling wouldn’t die either.

Butler Song spoke at the right time: "Master, Chief Mo has sneaked into the main building."

Song Huanming responded solemnly, and struggled to sit up. With the help of Butler Song, he sat up steadily, looked at the butler who was also old, and said, "I can't see Jingshen's wedding, can you help me see it?"

Steward Song paused strangely for a moment and said, "According to the young master's plan, there may not be a wedding..."

"No wedding?" Song Huanming frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows, "That guy is also unreliable."

"It's not that the young master is unreliable, it's that the others have gone too far." Butler Song reminded tactfully.

Song Huanming sighed and said casually: "Okay, okay, I can't control the affairs of young people. The time is almost up. She will be here soon."

After saying that, Song Huanming opened the communicator, first gave orders to the First Legion, and then transferred the highest authority to Song Jingshen.

Just after completing the authority transfer, the door was kicked open.

The cold wind rushed in through the door and was blocked by the screen at the entrance.

Mo Wuxun walked around the screen and saw Song Huanming sitting on the bed.

The pale old man saw her and greeted her as usual: "You are here."

"Still so young."

Mo Wuxun is seven years younger than her sister. With long-term exercise, Song Huanming, who is naturally suffering from illness, looks much younger.

The moment his eyes met Song Huanming's, Mo Wuxun subconsciously stood firm, and the muzzle of the gun that was originally raised high and pointed at the bed also moved slightly lower.

"you're awake?"

Mo Wuxun said calmly.

"Yeah, I slept too long."

Song Huanming smiled and turned to look at the wall. The light screen on the wall was still silently broadcasting the chaos in the Corona Building venue: "It looks like this should be over soon, right?"

After all, as soon as he woke up, he sent out the guards directly.

Jingshen is calm, rational and resourceful when it comes to serious matters.

But when it comes to love, he is a complete loser. On the surface, he caters to the girl, but inwardly he is extremely possessive and a bit authoritarian and twisted. Even though he has bowed his head now, it is not gentle enough.

In order to prevent him from angering others, Song Huanming had to make more plans and sent a message to Yu Ge, asking her for help.

Mo Wuxun looked over in the direction he spoke.

On the light screen, people wearing Special Inspectorate uniforms and legion uniforms approached various political leaders unhindered.

Then he killed countless people quickly, fiercely and accurately.

Press the acceleration key immediately.

Mo Wuxun retracted his gaze, put away the gun in his hand, and took out another gun: "Fortunately, I brought an extra gun today."

Song Huanming looked over with a gloomy look, a little surprised: "This is her gun."

"Yes, it's my sister's gun."

Mo Wuxun raised his gun and aimed at Song Huanming.

Even though the gun was pointed at him, Song Huanming relaxed his brows and smiled: "Okay, this also counts as her coming to pick me up."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang and the bullet hit Song Huanming's temple.

Blood gushed out, and Mo Wuxun calmly fired three more shots, one each at his forehead, throat, and heart, to prevent him from faking his death and resurrecting.

Blood flowed all over the bed, and he fell silently to the other side of the pillow.

"The head of the family said, we sleep together in life and are buried together in death."

As Butler Song spoke, he walked forward, closed Song Huanming's eyes, and gently laid him down on the bed. Then he took a handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood off Song Huanming's face bit by bit, with a sound that was neither loud nor soft.

"Because the lady died here, the master of the family did not go anywhere else after waking up, but waited for you here. He said that this also counts as being buried together."

"But I don't think so. After all, the lady wasn't buried at all."

After saying that, Butler Song stood up straight, looked at Mo Wuxun, and said frankly: "I know where the madam's ashes are scattered. I think the master of the family has to go there to catch up with the madam."

"So, please allow me to take care of the family head's affairs after his death."

Mo Wuxun quietly watched Butler Song handle all matters. Two hours later, he walked to the back garden holding the ashes.

There happened to be a tall ginkgo tree there.

Butler Song opened the urn, and the ashes inside were as fine as dust.

With the development of technology in the new era, cremation is fast and clean.