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"Your Excellency, think about it." An agent raised his hands and tried to get closer to Yegor, and then shot him at his feet. The agent had to stop and said dryly: "Hades is finished, this This planet will be occupied by outlaws in no time. Come back to Orpheus with us, and at least you will be very safe and decent."

"Are you planning to give up Hades?" Yegor asked.

The agent smiled wryly: "What can the Special Operations Department do? We are born for a special mission that is shameful. It is not something we can do to quell the riots."

"I'm not talking about the two of you, but the Orpheus government. The elders are ready to give up this planet and everyone on it, right?"

"At this moment, the empire has captured a small half of the territory of Lyra, and Orpheus is stretched, and can't allocate troops to deal with a small riot." Another agent spoke for the first time. His tone was firm and just, but he couldn't hide the truth in his words. of powerlessness.

The imperial combat troops will not target civilians, but criminals are different. They cannot compete with the regular army, and unarmed civilians are the main targets for them to vent their tyranny.

The Lyra army can't rush to help, because they have more urgent tasks, a more grand strategy, and shoulder the life and death of the entire country.The people on Hades, aren't they citizens of the Republic?Should they, innocent or guilty, face a living hell alone?

Yegor closed his eyes, and he still maintained a suicidal posture, stepping back step by step. The agent did not dare to move easily, and could only watch him go away.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly sounded, and someone fired a shot.

Alex slowly fell down in front of Yegor, his eyes were still full of light, facing Yegor, and his unbelievable expression was reflected in his pupils.

The agent who spoke first slowly put down the gun in his hand, and he spoke again calmly: "Your Excellency, in order not to cause more casualties..."

He didn't speak again, because Yegor took a few steps forward slowly, squatted down, and stretched out his hand, as if to make sure that the fallen person was Alex.The hand quickly slid across the corner of Alex's still twitching mouth, jaw, and then stopped his snort.

He looked up.

At that moment, the two agents suddenly realized that the person standing in front of them was the Secretary-General who once held the power of Orpheus, the founder of the Special Operations Division, and his reputation never included weakness and generosity.

But in just one year, in the ensuing vicissitudes of Orpheus, amidst the confusing illusions of loose prison uniforms, disheveled hair, and lifeless eyes, they actually forgot all of this.

"Maybe I've been away from Orpheus for too long." Yegor stood up, his pupils were still dim, but his cold expression caught the two people in front of him instead of eyes, making them tremble and hold their breath for a moment: " Since when did the Special Operations Service have the authority to kill civilians?"

"It was you who broke the rules first, Your Excellency," the agent replied quickly, his hand holding the gun was still shaking, "Our mission is to bring you back, and we will do whatever it takes."

"The price you call is the life of an innocent person." Yegor said coldly.

"No, sir," the agent replied. "Nine lives! We came with ten!" He had been trying to stay calm, but now he was screaming.

Yegor couldn't see his appearance, but the sensitive hearing of the blind man let him know that the child was crying, and his tone revealed his immaturity.Since the era under Yegor's administration, the Special Operations Division has always liked to recruit young members. Of course, it is also related to the danger of this job. Agents, their lifespan will not be very long.

It may be the first time he was on a mission, and he witnessed the deaths of members of his team. How could he be accused of being cold-blooded and ruthless under such circumstances.

"Eight of my companions died because of this mission! And what the hell is it for? To save the lover of the power, a fallen politician, and a murderer who was kept secret! Your Excellency, don't blame me for speaking harshly, you have your reluctance , we also have ours, I believe the price you pay for this is much smaller. Yes, the Special Operations Division cannot kill civilians, but the oath of the Special Operations Division is to be the hidden weapon of the Republic, not the dog of the elders! Since everyone is powerless, Then let’s be considerate of each other and come with us.”

After a long silence, Yegor suddenly smiled, and he said: "This is the republic I have dedicated my life to." His unfocused eyes glanced at the people in front of him: "It is also the republic you have dedicated your life to. A huge The painted skin of Helian Ding, a puppet of Helian Ding. The biggest sin in my life is not killing Helian Ding sooner."

He suddenly stood up straight, and the loose prison uniform looked as decent as the Secretary-General's well-tailored uniform: "Please go back and convey to the chief of the Special Operations Division that the department under your jurisdiction will be disbanded immediately and all tasks will be terminated. This authorization The powers from the nine founders of the "Special Operations Act" No.20 signed by the Executive Yuan will take effect immediately. If there is any objection, it will be submitted to the Supreme Court for judgment."

He pursed his lips and showed a self-deprecating smile: "When the Special Operations Department was established, I was still a young man with little confidence, so I secretly left a back door for myself. I didn't expect that I would really use it one day."

"From now on, you are no longer agents, and you have no obligation to save me. Goodbye." He nodded, and then walked away.

"Your Excellency!" Yegor stopped. "You can't live in Hades now."

"I'm a fugitive," Yegor still didn't look back, "don't worry about fugitives."

The two agents stood side by side in front of the starship, watching the former superior.His figure became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared at the other end of the field.

……

Hades built the city around the prison, so the outside of the city was extremely barren. Yegor fell several times, and blood flowed from his forehead.He wanted to find a branch to discern the way, but he searched everywhere but found nothing.

Losing your eyesight can be a real pain in the ass.

He sat on the ground, clutching his wound and smiling wryly.

This is his end?

If Sansheng is lucky, it seems very stupid and ironic to write down a page in the history books.Yegor, who no one in the Orpheus aristocratic circle dared to offend, had always been willing to follow the wind and rain, and the whole country was dedicated to him when he first entered the political arena, but he died in the wilderness amidst the war for no apparent reason.

If he returns to Helian Ding's side, fate seems to return to the original pace.Whether he wants power or a person's heart, it's still easy.But everything he wanted most was gone.

Once a bright and great republic, once unforgettable beloved people.

So he is not afraid of a messy ending, since he no longer has anything to cling to.

A roar came from far and near, coming from the top of the head.

Yegor raised his head meaninglessly, his brows gradually frowning.

This is the sound of a warship engine, not one, but a fleet.

Orpheus will not come to the rescue of Hades at this time, then, the Empire.

Yegor felt cold blood pumping into his heart.In his predictions, or in everyone's predictions, the Empire would not attack Hades, which was a prison of crime and of no military value.

Unless the so-called Crown Prince heard about Hades' riot, Imperial troops were there to put it down.

He covered his face with tears of laughter, Helian Ding went against the grain, the people needed a savior, he tried, but failed.

Is the savior of the people turned out to be the restored empire?

Blood was surging, coupled with the panic and fatigue all night, Yegor only felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

……

Croto excitedly took the Crown Prince's hand and took the elevator up to the top floor of the prison.

After the riots subsided, the entire blood-stained prison was washed again. At this moment, the building was empty, only the guards guarded every corner.

The young Elector insisted on showing the crown prince the land of his birth and the "paradise" of his childhood.

The army is in a rest period, and You Jing's tense nerves finally have a chance to relax, so it is rare to let it go.

After all, on the earth, at the age of a senior high school student, I know how to go to class, self-study, puppy love, and play games every day. How can I experience a bloody storm like this? Well, the senior year is also bloody, but at least it is not this bloody storm.

You Jing doesn't feel any guilt towards the underage Croto. There are many little immigrants in Lyra who are a hundred times more miserable than him, but few people have the opportunity to become an elector under one person. The cruelty of war is just Under the glory, the burden must be shouldered.

Croto is a posthumous child. His father, old Croto, was sentenced to death for war crimes after the victory of the Republic. For the delicate and conceived wife of the elector, the Republic gave her a random name and imprisoned her in Hades .The Croto family is an iron-blooded war faction and a staunch royalist, so the only heir must be under the full control of the Republic from birth until his death.

Because the little Elector has no crimes and his identity is too sensitive, the treatment in Hades is still very superior. Until the people from the rebel organization managed to take him out of prison, he still regarded it as a Home.

Croto sighed: "Ten years, this place has become more luxurious than I remember." With the broken and messy furnishings, the original nobility and elegance can still be seen.

"I don't know what important person lived there later, I guess he died in this riot." Crotor touched here and there restlessly, and the crown prince followed him with his shoulders in his arms, listening to him very tolerantly. Broken thoughts.

Croto's eyes suddenly lit up: "Wow, this bed has not been changed! I want to see if the words I engraved when I was a child are still there!"

The crown prince ignored him, and his slender and nimble body quickly got under the bed, patiently looking for his childhood memories, and suddenly exclaimed: "Wow, a book fell here!"

Kroto got out, holding a hardcover novel in his hand, perhaps because the owner dropped it under the bed, it escaped a catastrophe, and it is still intact at the moment.

It was a historical novel, and paper books were very rare in Lyra. This book was beautifully bound, with gilded paintings on the cover. Croto saw the characters on the cover, and when the crown prince didn't pay attention, he panicked and wanted to take the book away. hide.

A bookmark fell down.The Crown Prince picked it up.