Chapter 1825 At this point, it has become eternal

These two top leaders of the community, who are over 100 years old, want to cry with their heads in their arms, but they still can't do such things in front of their subordinates. Moreover, it is indeed not the time to cry now.

"At any cost, we must save the president! At any cost!"

They deployed all the measures they thought of, arranged, maybe they might work or not, but they still did not dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

They actually knew that no matter what they did, it was too late now, and they were just praying that the spirit of the universe could still retain some tiny hope for themselves.

At this moment, Prime Minister Konoha suddenly thought that when he was twenty years old, he was still a civil servant who had just entered the government, and was ordered to work overtime every day by leaders from all walks of life. But now, he is in his sixties and is still the prime minister, but he still has to run around like a small civil servant, and he can't help but feel sad.

"What kind of evil did I do in my previous life? Do I have to suffer this kind of suffering?" The Supreme Chief Executive of the community covered his head, as if he had really turned into a social animal that was overwhelmed by life.

Vice President Jero almost screamed: "Uncle, didn't I say that the president is gone? Didn't I say that he has left the earth?"

"But he appeared again! He appeared before us."

"He was wrong, he was wrong! He was not always right! He obviously made mistakes."

What's the point of saying this? Prime Minister Konoha took the vice president's hand and tried to calm him down: "Does Mr. Mao feel that it's because we're too slow? He snatched the first move?"

Vice President Yero was slightly stunned, and then he screamed: "This is unfair! This is completely unfair! This is unfair! I am the vice president, not his servant! Brother Mao, you have to save me! You must save me! No matter what happens, we must bear it together!"

Compared to the life and death of the President, these two people care more about the attitude of Mao Yuanzuo Mao.

And this boss, of course, had already received new news from the Presidential Palace, and he could not help but look surprised.

"Is it President Neshita himself?"

"Our people were on the scene, but no flaw was found for a while." His housekeeper replied meticulously: "It is basically certain that the President had a real entity, which is definitely not a remote projection. Of course, the possibility of it being a occult phenomenon cannot be ruled out, but this is not a subordinate's strength."

Mao Yuanzuo looked at his colleague in the Snake of the World.

The middle-aged man who was still wearing a police officer uniform pondered: "Just as I know, there are at least four methods to achieve this phenomenon, but they are all mysterious methods of Gaohuan."

He suddenly showed a malicious smile: "Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the president is true."

Mao Yuanzuo laughed in silence: "Indeed, I just heard about his departure and could not be true."

The "police" with an unknown identity showed a very distinctive expression: "That is to say, this president is really a tough guy who would rather break than bend? Just like what he showed?"

"Hahaha, who knows? It's said that if you wear a mask for too long, you can't face your true face anymore. But if the mask can't be taken off, it will become real? Anyway, no matter what you want to do, it's too late. I think I'm still a cautious person, but I still didn't expect this!" Mao Yuanzuo smiled brightly, like a generous and generous old man with high qualities. However, the smile was crazy, but it was hard to avoid it.

"Your other arrangements are still in time." The police officer said quietly.

"I have been wearing a mask for a lifetime. If I can't do anything, how can others know what mask I have put on?" He curled his smile, but his expression gradually became crazy, as if he was really wearing a hideous mask.

If it is seen by outsiders, no one will doubt his identity as the snake head anymore.

...

Whether it is the crazy Mr. Mao or the Vice President and Prime Minister who hold his head and cry, President Nehita, who has no one to stop him, is still standing on the balcony high above. His majestic body and awesome face are as majestic as if forming a real statue against the backdrop of the fire.

Of course, compared to the standing posture on his face that looked like a martyr, his speech was indeed a bit ecstatic, perhaps even more ecstatic than the expression of Big Boss Mao now.

"In short, the Blue Star Community has been exhausted! Politicians like me either know how to play with power or compromise timidly! Our businessmen only know how to pursue profit figures and take pride in acting as agents of foreign powers! And our army, the army brought by Marshal Li, has long been degenerated into specimens of roads. They are like they showed in the Battle of the Ring of Miracle, keen on specimens of specimens, but have no idea what reality is. The heroes fighting in the New Outer Ring and the New World are just minorities in this group, and doing their best to delay the arrival of the catastrophe.

"Everyone shouted about freedom and democracy to maintain our beacon of republic civilization, but never thought of taking responsibility to be a qualified citizen. You followed us and said that you were going to fight the tyranny of the empire, but in a blink of an eye, he handed over the power to the sensational politicians. You never thought about what is the difference between this and being a slave to the nobles of the empire?

"Our industry is regressing, our agriculture is reducing production, your work is becoming more and more difficult to find, and your income is getting lower and lower. Just fifty years later, the country established by Marshal Li and his comrades fell into this way. The income and average life expectancy of the people is not as good as the period of the imperial rule.

"Who are we qualified to continue to maintain this war? Why should we fight against the Galactic Empire's destruction war? Hum?"

"But why never want to overthrow all this? Where is your rights? Are the civil rights you are granted to attack the Presidential Palace with these weapons?"

President Neshita's voice is still as loud, clear, contagious and incitemental as ever, and is even more touching than when he gave a remote speech at the Alliance Congress.

This is probably because his expression is very sincere now.

At this moment, many people were really moved by President Nehita's speech and couldn't help but put down their weapons. Of course, many people were still confused. After all, they were mobs. As long as they participated in such activities, they would be equivalent to abandoning their minds and letting all their actions go up and down with the flow.

Of course, many ulterior mobs hide in the crowd, and appear more at a loss than the simple mobs.

Damn, can I listen to this without spending money?

Is it okay if you are a dignified president who just overturns the table? This will curse the whole country, from politics to business and even the people?

More importantly, what does "the energy is exhausted" mean? Is it okay for you, a dignified president, to directly deny the legitimacy of the country?

Today's speech is uncertain whether President Nehita can live, but his life as a politician and even as a social person must be over.

But despite this, even the soldiers of unknown armed groups who had already maintained malicious intentions could not help but be respectful.

What a real man! What else can someone who can commit suicide in front of tens of thousands of people?

But in fact, of course, it is absolutely not economical. It is just as simple as tens of thousands. With the President's gentleman, several drones that have been moving around the city have also floated to the scene. They were originally shooting the scene of the riot, but now they have found bigger news, so of course they must arrive at the scene as soon as possible.

They even arrived at the scene faster than police riot drones from the security department.

This is probably because the well-equipped armed groups hidden among the rioters never targeted the media with drones.

So, at this moment, the scene where President Kess Nehita stood before ten thousand people and flames was captured by the camera to compress and redirect, and quickly spread to all terminals in the universe affected by the source-mass wave terminals.

Then, in the stunned silence of tens of thousands of people at the scene, and in the uncountable public eye of the universe, they clearly saw that the President raised his fist high above his head, and his expression had changed from the pain just now to the passionate now.

He also turned from a sarcastic critic to an inspiring fighter.

"Yes, the empire has already reached the city, but we are incapable of being furious here. In your eyes, I can see your heartfelt fear, which is of course exactly the same fear as me. Indeed, in the face of the overwhelming power of the empire, we are so weak. The courage of the people on earth will be completely exhausted, and they can only give up their dignity, cut off their pride, and pray for the forgiveness and mercy of the slave owner! But that should not be today! Maybe one day, the invaders will break our city in one fell swoop, and the civilization and history of the earth will be extinct, but that is not today!"

"Today we must fight to the death! We must fight for everything you cherish! We must fight for a possibility! Our founding ancestors have worked hard to this day for this possibility. They were originally going to prove to the entire universe that human beings should be born as independent and free individuals! I now, with the last president of the Blue Star Community, I order you to stand up and fight to defeat all slave owners in the entire universe!"

Such shouts seemed to be passionate, but they did not attract the response from the audience.

The mobs who had long lost their ability to think clearly looked at the president with a flushed face, and the last little bit of reason slowly dissipated.

The mercenaries hiding on the scene were impatiently trying to squeeze through the crowd.

"He wouldn't think it's useful to talk to him at this time?"

"Hahaha, maybe the president thinks he is Jiuhuan's 'mantra guide', and he can make us all turn against each other with his mouth?"

"I can't let him continue to speak."

"What did you say above? Are you going to live or die?"

"No, of course there are some living things. Even if you want to die, you can't put it here!"

Senhan's malice was brewing among the crowd, but before directly affecting the reality, he saw that President Keith Neshita had already lowered his arms on the balcony on the third floor. Then, in everyone's sight, his body suddenly shook and stopped talking.

In the close-up of the drone, his face flashed for a moment. He instinctively raised his hand to cover his chest, then lowered his head, and stared at the blood that kept oozing between his fingers in surprise.

Everything calmed down.

Everything got so slow.

"Blood, blood is hot." The president covered his chest and was about to soften to the ground, but he still raised his fist softly with the last strength and gave everyone a final shout.

Silent shout.

fighting!

fighting!

At this point, it has become eternal.

When President Nehita's hand slowly dropped, his guards and cabinet officials rushed out from behind, trying to embrace him and retreat into the presidential palace. But at this moment, the drone in the sky also shot a series of bullets into the balcony.

At some point, the drone equipped with the Vulcan cannon had already mixed into the drones used for shooting.

As the figures on the balcony were completely covered by crazy and deadly dense barrage, the chaos in the courtyard of the Presidential Palace also intensified. Some screamed, some were at a loss, some wanted to squeeze out the crowd, some tried to rush forward, and some roared in the crowd.

"The conspiracy of the empire!"

"The conspiracy of the traitor!"

"fighting!"

The same unknown reason is also unknown armed groups mixed in the crowd. They are even more confused than the mobs who are inciting themselves. They are not afraid of the crowd until the concessions and chaos turn into disorderly fires, and they react from the brief confusion and quickly try to squeeze through the crowd to prepare for retreat.

As well-trained mercenaries, of course they knew that if they did not retreat, the situation would be very subtle.

Of course, after all, everyone is in business, and the major is professional, but they still cannot bear the blame. During the retreat, they did not forget to make a note: "So, is the sniper yours?"

"I didn't make such a arrangement. But you, those drones are very timely entering the ground!"

"Of course I didn't do this, we didn't bring drones. But why didn't the sniper take the lead? How many more punches can you let him swing?"

"If you say that's not my person! But why do your drones have to fire? Isn't this intensifying the situation?"

"It is the president who intensified it first! What can I do? I am also desperate... Wait, we said that we did not bring drones when we came to Earth. The imperial army is about to land on Earth. Are we looking for death by bringing military drones?"

Of course, these leaders from different mercenary organizations have no unity after all, so they naturally cannot give up any serious accounts. If they weren't busy evacuating, they might have been busy quitting the blame and doing the previous battle first.

At this time, it is really unreasonable for them to even decide whether their actions are considered successful.

Fortunately, as well-trained illegal mercenary groups, they naturally considered the worst situation before the operation, and of course prepared various evacuation routes. Soon, the core personnel escaped from the chaos in the Presidential Palace and retreated along the urban path to the outside of the island.

Compared to the Presidential Palace courtyard where tens of thousands of people gather, although there are small-scale battles everywhere in the urban area, there is always room for rushing and lurking to escape.

However, if you encounter the oriole who has been waiting for a long time while escaping, that would be another matter.

After all, everyone belongs to different mercenary teams. Even if one or two "colleagues" teams are lost, no one will care.

Gan Jiang and Mo Xie looked at the bodies of the unknown armed group lying in the alley and fell to the ground, and felt a little guilty for a moment.
To be continued...