Mecha Start, Nuclear Bomb Tokyo

She looked puzzled, then looked up.

The puzzled expression on her face turned into stupefaction, then into shock, and finally the girl's hands and feet went limp...

in her sight.

The black-haired young man was raising his hands, pinching the head of a huge man in the air who had obviously received muscle training.

His seemingly slender and thin fingers seemed to sink deeply into the opponent's head and facial features, and he lifted the opponent like a chicken.

And at the feet of youth.

It was several huge assassins clutching their hands and legs whose hands and legs had been wrung off.

The wailing sound of fear, as if an unknown creature was discovered, came from the mouth of the assassin who fell to the ground.

They don't know what happened.

I just remember that there seemed to be a flash in front of my eyes.

My hands and feet have already been broken, and everything is over.

"What...what kind of power is this...?"

The assassin who fell on the ground questioned the man in front of him like a reptile.

They thought it was just an assassination of a civil servant, but with their skills, it can be said that they can be easily captured.

But the moment when you really face ease.

They just realized...they were totally wrong.

And for their questions, An Yi's answer was also very simple, lift your foot - drop!

slap!

Blood and brains splattered everywhere!

"An Yi... my lord...?"

Seeing the tragic situation on the ground, Chelsea opened her mouth.

At this moment, she finally understood.

Why did the Revolutionary Army attach so much importance to ease, and even sent her, a famous Tegu envoy known for assassinations, to monitor her.

And why would someone go to great lengths to hire an assassin to kill An Yi.

At the same time, she also deeply felt the naivety of her own thinking.

this man...

It does have the strength and value that neither side can ignore!

Chapter 64. Pull An Yi into the Revolutionary Army

The time when An Yi teleported here was the winter in the imperial capital.

"It's winter again every year..."

Leonai and Ma Yin were walking on the street leading to the slums.

As one of the few night raiders who were not drawn as wanted portraits, they can also act normally during the day.

Today, the two of them came to the imperial capital to purchase a large amount of food and warm clothes for winter.

The winter sky is gray and desolate, just like the imperial capital that has long lost its vitality.

The temperature is getting lower and the wind is cold.

Even Leonai, who owns the transforming Teigu, could feel the biting cold in the air right now.

And this kind of cold often means——

"I don't know how many people will freeze to death in the slums this year..."

Leonai, who always looked at things very optimistically, sighed heavily.

As a native of the slums, she clearly knows how alarming the death toll in the slums is every year.

Different from the rich area.

The buildings in the slums are dilapidated and short, and the wooden houses can't light a fire, and they can't shelter from the biting cold wind at all.

And in winter, the daily trading activities in the slums will come to a standstill.

Hunger meets cold.

The only thing waiting for the people in the slums is death, and the people are as worthless as grass.

"It's all the fault of those imperial officials who are full of fat. No one cares whether the poor will live or die." Ma Yin also noticed that her companion's mood fluctuated, so she comforted her lamely.

"The imperial capital has fallen into a process of complete decay, and it is already in an irreversible state, but there is no problem, as long as our revolutionary army's ambition is realized and a brand new country is established, no one will starve again. We can't change these things for the time being. , can't do anything... huh?"

Ma Yin was stunned as she spoke.

Because she was close to the slums, she smelled a strong fragrance for no reason.

Leonai naturally also smelled the scent of wheat and rice.

In the cold winter of the imperial capital, such a smell represented vitality.

But... this is a slum...

Following the guidance of the scent, Leonai and Ma Yin came to a circular open space.

"What's going on? Why are there so many imperial soldiers?"

Leonai frowned for a moment.

Dozens of imperial soldiers gathered in front of them, and there were many poor people beside them.

What exactly is going on...?

Why did imperial soldiers come to the ghetto?

The two killers in the night attack looked at each other, but soon became tense.

Because a soldier seemed to have spotted the two of them and walked straight towards them.

"What's going on? Are we both exposed?"

Ma Yin lowered her voice, her expression was a little ugly.

The two of them shouldn't be exposed... Every time I come to the imperial capital, I just do some shopping for daily necessities.

Could it be that someone leaked the information?

"I don't know...but I'm ready to make a move..." Leonai licked his lips excitedly: "This group of dregs of the empire..."

Ever since she could remember, she has had many memories of imperial soldiers.

Crushing the poor in the slums, burning, killing and looting, and being charged with crimes...

She will never be merciful when killing these guys.

Just when the two of them were gearing up and preparing to kill——

"Both of you, you should queue over there for porridge and bread."

"what?"

The two who had gathered their momentum and planned to kill and break out of the encirclement were completely stunned.

get porridge...

And bread?

The arrogance of the two of them was all over the place, and after a while, Leonai, who was still sunny and cheerful, spoke first with a smile.

"Brother soldier, you are talking about porridge and bread... What is going on here?"

"Oh, it's a new policy from above. It's approaching the cold winter. We distribute thick porridge and bread at the delivery point in this circular square twice a day."

The young imperial soldier moved out of the way as he spoke, just in time for Leone and the others to see the scene behind them.

Like him, the imperial soldiers who were still young and immature were serving porridge for the poor with gentle faces, next to the steamed wheat bread that had just been baked.

The poor man held the soldier's palm to thank him, making several young men scratch their heads in embarrassment.

And the few barefoot children in the slums who got the rice porridge and bread also held the rim of the bowl with both hands and sucked the free rice porridge, tore and chewed the wheat bread, and gobbled it up.

The warm scene of this soldier family made Leonai and Ma Yin, who were originally tense, open their mouths in astonishment.

They never imagined that they would see this scene in the rotten imperial capital.

After stupidly following the soldiers to the queue, Ma Yin couldn't help but ask, "Who issued this policy?"

"It's the newly appointed Minister of the Interior."

When it comes to An Yi, the soldiers of the empire are quite respectful: "We are all young people who have just joined the army and come from relatively poor backgrounds. We are deeply honored that Mr. An Yi is willing to entrust us with the important task of appeasing the people."

"An Yi...? Is that guy that good...?"

As soon as Ma Yin heard An Yi's name, she thought that the other party had thrown the blame for killing the minister on their heads, so she couldn't help muttering.

As soon as she said these words, not only the soldiers, but even the poor people next to them changed their expressions.

"I can't pretend I didn't hear this sentence."

The poor man next to him expressed dissatisfaction: "If it wasn't for Lord An Yi, most of us would not be able to stand it when this winter just came... Thanks to the help of Lord An Yi, I can persist until today. My benefactor was humiliated inexplicably. You can’t sit idly by.”

"What... that guy..." Ma Yin was also impatient in the night raid, arrogant and conceited.

Hearing that the civilians who were supposed to support their revolutionary army admired an imperial official so much, of course they were a little dissatisfied.

Fortunately, Leonai, who was several years older than Maine, was by her side.

She hurriedly smoothed things over with laughter and laughter, and then asked curiously: "So, this new interior officer is completely different from the previous officials?"

"Yes."

"But..." Leonai lowered his voice: "The current environment of the empire is here, right? Even if Mr. An Yi is an internal affairs officer, it's hard to guarantee that some of his subordinates will fill his own pockets with his administrative expenses, right?"

Yes.

The general environment of the imperial capital is there.