Everyone has a channel to confirm the authenticity of the news, especially members of the system.

"That child", "reorganized the 81st Division", "assassination"... The officers and secretaries are very keen to capture the key words in the conversation. Due to identity and secret level restrictions, it is impossible for the central computer to open all the files available for inquiry to them. However, this does not prevent people who have all their brains from consuming curiosity to find answers from other semi-public documents. By contacting the Western Theater Command, checking out the abnormal data in the military in recent times... The scene that happened in the interrogation room of the 179th Division was soon gathered in countless information corners. Under a large amount of similar or identical intelligence, it was pieced together into a simulated scene with a slight difference but basically restored.

Og sat blankly on the chair, every muscle on his body seemed to be completely stiff, and his solid facial expression and limbs imprisoned him into a rigid mummy. Without getting too close, you can clearly see the dense cold sweat oozing from your forehead slowly flowing down your cheeks, soaking the neckline of the shirt close to your neck. Even the prominent major general badge on both sides of your shoulders seemed to be corroded by this liquid with high salt ingredients and became dull. It seemed that they were just two cheap decorations that did not have any meaning.

He is not as strong as Gerald, nor is he not as crazy as a barbarian. However, in many cases, things like "reason" are often easily pushed down by "imperfection" and "crazy", and are unscrupulously crushed and trampled on and trampled on.

Og already felt this—there were obviously much more people passing by the door of the office without any cover up than usual. They would always stop for a moment or not, and look at the scenes in the house with curious eyes. These bastards looked very carefully, and even the chips and scattered on the ground were unwilling to let go. It won’t take long… Maybe in just a few minutes, everything that just happened here will immediately spread throughout the Federal Army headquarters. In the next few days, he, the director of the Third Staff Planning Department, will become a laughing stock in the words of people who hear this news. Incompetent, weak, idiot... There is no need to actually hear it. Just think about it and you can understand that these nouns with sarcasm and ridicule will become a brand new title they gave themselves behind them.

Perhaps in order to avoid the constant peeping eyes from the door, Og raised his arm and slowly stood up from the chair mechanically. The dull atmosphere, coupled with the messy and broken pieces of wood in the middle of the room, always gave him a heavy pressure that hit him, and even felt a little difficult to breathe. His expression was completely hidden behind the pale and blood-free facial skin. No one could know his mood at the moment. The eyes of countless bystanders were projecting lightly or darkly, and he silently watched him staggeringly and slowly walked into another side room connected to the office.

The moment he closed the door, the stiff and disappointed expression on Og's face suddenly turned into a feminine and ferocious sneer. He moved his shoulders, which were a little sore because he maintained a fixed position, reached into his chest pocket, and took out a small and exquisite pen-style electronic remote control. While pressing the black round button at the top, the remote scene simulator placed in front of the wall also showed a holographic image covered by a light blue light curtain.

It was an old man with white hair. Although he was a little fat, he still had the majesty and elegance of aristocratic. He was simulated by the guided light and was sitting in a spacious chair and drinking tea, but his eyes looked at Major General Og's position, releasing a rather unhappy look.

"Gerald just came to my office."

Og owed forward and said respectfully: "They seem to have identified the survivor."

"It's not surprising. That old guy Zhou Yiming has always hoped that such a person will live. The Federation also needs a person with a clear identity to reorganize the 81st Division. Their actions are much faster than you think. The Capital Guard Division has sent three batches of support troops. The 179th Division has made a big deal, and the Military Information Headquarters has taken over all the information at the crime scene. Although it is impossible for them to find any clues from the two killers, Zhou Yiming has determined that this is what our Hamilton family did."

As he said that, the image of the old man radiated from the light guide control device snorted coldly: "But then again, the young man named Zhao Yi did surprise me. Both disguisers have the ability to evolve at level three or above, and he can still escape from the interrogation room alive... Obviously, his evolution points have accumulated at least level four or above. Or, higher."

Og was stunned. The words "Fourth Level" crushed his heart like a heavy hammer, and like the sudden roar of lightning that suddenly sounded in silence, which was shocking, making people feel instinctively afraid.

Biologists have never been able to understand the secret of hormone production in the pineal glands. Under normal circumstances, most humans can only get one chance to evolve throughout their lives. Of course, through various types of high-intensity training, the pineal glands can also generate new hormone shares again. Especially those soldiers who have been active on the front line for a long time, a considerable number of them even have powerful fifth-level superpowers.

"This time, it's not your fault."

The old man in the blue light curtain said lightly: "Evaluating the opponent's specific strength requires sufficient detailed information. We don't know much about the survivor, so we can only judge his age. We have the ability to evolve at the age of eighteen... Haha! What a pity, why is he not from our Hamilton family..."

After pausing for a moment, the old man continued: "I have put the Rattlesnake troops in charge of the next task. We must find the survivor in front of Zhou Yiming and kill him-----"

Hearing this, Og ​​suddenly raised his head and said in surprise: "That is the most elite family guard. Yes, is this necessary?"

"I've been wrong once, and I don't want to make it wrong again."

The old man glanced at him, and his words showed unquestionable determination: "The two squads of rattlesnakes are enough to deal with a battalion of the Federal Regular Army."

"The traces of doing this are too obvious. The Rattlesnake troops belong to the Hamilton family, which is not a secret in the Earth Federation."

Oger shook his head: "Even if we can succeed, we must bear the anger from the Federal Army headquarters."

"The performance you had before was the best cover."

The old man smiled faintly, his white teeth looked particularly conspicuous under the blue light curtain: "Gerald is a rude and brave guy. I believe that many people have heard the conversation between you. A reporter with a keen sense of smell should regard the news of the reorganization of the 81st Division and the survivors as the headlines of today's Evening News. Of course, for the sake of confidentiality, Zhou Yiming and the Federal Headquarters will never admit or explain. As long as the survivor is killed, everything will be considered as

Unrealistic rumor. They cannot publicly punish the Hamilton family because of this. As for private actions... the council will not turn against us for a dead person. You must know that the Hamilton family has four mining planets and two reclamation planets. Once we refuse to put the produced materials into the market, a new round of inflation will immediately trigger. At that time, today's news is the best tool for us to defend and clarify ourselves."

Og nodded silently. However, his frown obviously showed that he did not fully agree with the old man's statement. After hesitating for a few seconds, he still expressed his concerns.

"But all this must be based on the premise that the survivor ensures death."

"So, we have to find him first than anyone else----"

The old man's voice was very calm, but full of fearful and sinister: "There was no entry into the Census Administration... In other words, he is now an illegal entry. Zhou Yiming could not publicly admit his existence without conclusive evidence. Time is not on our side. But this is our only chance... Don't forget that killing someone is much easier than letting him survive."

......

The earth, in a fixed and stereotyped way, repeats the alternation between day and night in a rotation. Human beings are obviously used to having light and darkness, and use them as simple synonyms for good and evil. Although, those who appear under the sunlight are not entirely the incarnation of justice. And those who wander and the mist of the night are also demons who have mercy on everything.

This is an empty and desolate field. The night is hidden all the existences that cannot emit light. From the perspective of the pedestal of the highway where Zhao Yi is located, the north direction is what time is the small house with faint light flashing under the dark night sky.

Relying on the uniforms taken off the major and Moves' identity card, he walked out of the interrogation room and left the 179th Division's garrison. No one asked him to question or interrogate him——The assassination plan of the Hamilton family was so secret that no third responder was sent. After confirming Zhao Yi's identity, Moves also lowered his supervision level to ordinary. The unintentional or intentional actions of both enemies and friends eventually led to such a result that no one expected.

The accidents and coincidences that data scientists never believe are everywhere in real life.

Fourteen days have passed.

The officer uniform was taken off and replaced with an ordinary black cotton round-neck T-shirt and a gray-white imitation denim canvas trousers. These things were all goods sold from a civilian supermarket five kilometers south of the military camp. As for the money... When Zhao Yi pushed a shopping cart full of various necessities, he slowly walked to the supermarket exit, and took out his pistol and pointed it at the cashier with a smile, he also got more than 2,000 federal coins of different denominations from the open cash register.

According to the principle of triangular positioning, Zhao Yi circled a lot in the wilderness and returned to the area north of the military camp. In addition to clothes, there was also enough food and water in the backpack that consumed ten days. He did not want to be found. As for why he chose this direction... When the uncles and uncles in the s12 base were dying, they once gave him a list of people who could be trusted in this world. Among them, the closest one was Gerald, who served as the deputy battalion commander of the armored infantry in the "Thorn Flower Legion".

Eighteen years have been enough to change too many things. Survivors have also expected that Gerald might be promoted or resigned, but no one expected that he would be a general with a high position now.

The difference between major and major general is just one word, but the status is different. To seek to see the former, it only requires a sentence from the translator. As for the latter, it means various complicated and careful procedures, as well as identity determination and long waiting and confirmation.

This is not Gerald's fault. Human beings have created civilization and have also given themselves a series of invisible frameworks such as "status", "level", "higher and inferior" to decorate and raise their own position.

Even if you don’t want to, someone will weave an invisible thorny stairs for you.

Zhao Yi could not make up for the artificial barrier caused by this huge status gap. The only thing he could do was to leave without regrets, and look for other people who were listed on the list and worthy of trust.
Chapter completed!