Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 215 Conflict
Rhinefield Secondary School.

Afternoon: 14:20.
outside the meeting room.

"Rockefeller, are you sure this pistol won't kill anyone?" Sophie asked again, holding a pistol and swearing at Rockefeller in front of her.

"I'm sure this gun won't kill anyone."

Rockefeller nodded affirmatively. He had tried it secretly before, and it was a pistol that couldn't kill anyone.

"This is not Eddie, where did you get this?"

Sophie looked suspiciously at the Glock pistol in her hand again, and she was full of curiosity about how Rockefeller got this pistol.

Gun laws vary from country to country. Some countries have very strict gun laws that prohibit private ownership of firearms, while others allow private ownership of guns but require a license.

Generally speaking, the attitudes of various countries towards gun control are relatively strict. In the Berlin area, private ownership of guns requires very strict review and licensing, and will only be approved in rare cases, such as hunters or gun enthusiasts wait.Additionally, the law requires that all firearms be registered and stored in specific secure cabinets.

"This is a secret." Rockefeller said pretending to be mysterious.

Looking at the mysterious and mysterious Rockefeller, Sophie gave him a helpless glance. The other party had quite a lot of secrets. Although she was very curious, she would not ask too many questions about these rather private topics.

"Before the plan starts, let's review the plan again." Rockefeller said to Sophie seriously.

"Now the entire club is gathered in the conference room, and all the teachers and students of the school have also participated in this meeting. Later, Mr. Hilton will release his so-called speech about the future of the club here, and what we have to do is Stop him. Of course, our stop is not the kind of straightforward stop, but a stop with a sense of shock."

"You should have witnessed the leaflets I handed over before. Although they were quickly banned by the defenders, many people in the school have already read them. These leaflets will definitely plant seeds in their hearts. , and all we have to do is rejuvenate the seeds."

Rockefeller pointed at the gun in Sophie's hand, his eyes were full of luster, and the expression on his face was dignified and firm.

"I'll be a bad guy to interfere with Mr. Hilton later, and you'll be a good guy. You will stand on the side of the group to judge me, so use this pistol."

After Rockefeller finished speaking, Sophie stared straight at him, which made him a little embarrassed. He touched his face and asked Sophie who was staring at him:
"Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Facing Rockefeller's sudden embarrassment, the corner of the girl's mouth was raised, showing a playful smile, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, as if she was happily playing hide-and-seek with the boy.

"Suddenly found that you are very handsome."

"You, you... what are you talking about?" Rockefeller suddenly felt a little stuffy.

"Why are your ears red?"

Sophie stared at Rockefeller's ears that turned red suddenly and asked curiously.

"You'd better go in quickly, remember to take a good gun."

Rockefeller pushed Sophie's back, signaling her to enter the conference hall quickly.

"I know, I know."

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After bidding farewell to Rockefeller, Sophie came to the meeting room alone, and she chose to sit at the front seat.

In the meeting room, the lights are soft and bright, the seats of the parliament are neatly arranged, and the school emblem of Rhinefield High School is hung above it, highlighting the glory of the school.

Mr. Hilton, dressed in formal attire, stood on the podium with a dignified and confident look. His eyes scanned every audience, conveying strong confidence and deep thinking. His brown eyes were full of wisdom and strength.

Mr. Hilton looked around at the students present, and then took out a flyer, which was the [Meme Advertisement] that Rockefeller had spread in the school.

"I believe that the students here have more or less read the content of this leaflet."

Hilton's gaze was like a blade, scanning the surrounding crowd, unabashedly showing his vigilance and vigilance, his eyes were like the pupils of a hunter, always looking for any possible threats or dangers.

Under his glance, the students in the meeting room unconsciously became quiet.

"The contents of these leaflets are so ridiculous!"

"Dear students, you are the future of the society, and your future and destiny are closely linked with the motherland. But today, our society is at stake, and we are facing serious problems. The root of the problem lies in you.

Your generation, obsessed with infotainment, entertainment, consumerism, ignoring the pressures and hardships of society, ignoring the needs and beliefs of the nation, you have become selfish, indifferent, irresponsible, you are not only destroying your own future , also ruined the future of the Berlin region.

Now we must save our district of Berlin, and we must save yourselves!
We need to rediscover our national self-confidence and self-esteem. We must break the cultural shackles of Adisi, break the weakness of the Central Alliance, reject the tyrannical thinking of the Oretin Empire, and abandon the exploitative and cannibal work of the Daeva Empire. system.

We must have our own culture and ideas, we should no longer be bound by other people's standards and evaluations, we must strengthen our beliefs, resist those hateful thoughts, and regain our own spirit and values, only in this way can we Really go strong.

However, you don't seem to understand these things. You are still pursuing the so-called "freedom, equality, and fraternity" as always, but you have forgotten what these concepts represent.

Your behavior is like a headless snake, moving in the wrong direction, it will only get further and further away from the right path, we must stop this self-deception and self-destruction, we must act and change ourselves and change the world.

However, I know this is not an easy task. I know that you may reject my thoughts and ideas, and even resent and reject me, but please think about it. The community needs your strength, your actions, and your actions. sense of responsibility and responsibility.

And I will lead everyone to the light, to the future, to the glorious future that belongs to Berliners alone! ! !

Put your trust in me!

Only in this way can we truly become strong! ! ! "

Mr. Hilton's voice is calm, magnetic, and persuasive. The students listening to the speech below are also attracted by the teacher's aura. They sit quietly, with a straight posture, and listen carefully to every word. Their emotions were gradually moved by the teacher's speech. They were immersed in the teacher's thoughts on the podium, as if they could feel his enthusiasm and charm.

boom--

And just when Mr. Hilton wanted to continue his speech, there was a loud door breaking suddenly.

The sound of the door hitting the wall was so deafening in the closed conference room that everyone was frightened, and they all looked at the door.

There, a boy hurried in, he looked a little nervous, his breath was a little heavy, and he was carrying a black suitcase in his hand.

"I disagree with your speech!!!"

Rockefeller's excited expression interrupted the atmosphere of the conference room. He raised the black suitcase in his hand under Mr. Hilton's cannibalistic gaze, and splashed out the leaflets stored in the suitcase like water.

A sky full of papers was floating in the conference room. They were flying like fallen leaves dancing in the autumn sunshine, one after another, one by one, covering the entire conference room.

The sky full of paper dances in the air, as if to promote a kind of thought, a kind of belief, a kind of power of life.

Facing the rain of papers, Rockefeller walked towards Hilton step by step. His eyes were so resolute, and soon he came in front of Hilton.

"Our future should not be limited by one idea or value concept, everyone should have the freedom and right to choose what they think is good for themselves and the society, instead of being bound by the concept imposed by others. As a teacher , you can’t simply blame young people for social problems, it’s a one-sided and unfair view.”

Under Hilton's gnawing eyes, Rockefeller said loudly:
"I fully understand the students' concerns and enthusiasm for the current environment."

"However, I don't agree with Mr. Hilton's approach. This so-called "rescue" is achieved by manipulating information, restricting freedom, and suppressing dissidents-this approach will only lead to more contradictions and dissatisfaction, and may eventually lead to more serious We cannot sacrifice freedom and human rights in pursuit of so-called "salvation".

Second, we must realize that it is dangerous and foolish to foster unnecessary conflict and hatred. "

At this time, many people have already held the flyer. Most of the audience in the conference room have watched this magical flyer a few days ago, and now they have watched it again, looking at the full of magic. The magic flyer, they seem to have entered another world, forgetting everything around them, leaving only the content on the flyer.

There was a little clarity in the eyes of many people.

clap clap-

At this moment, Mr. Hilton clapped his hands together. His applause resounded throughout the meeting room like magic. The echo continued, as if it would continue. His clapping movements were very rhythmic. Every time His slaps were full of strength, and he could almost feel the vibration of his palm.

Heavy and rhythmic applause rang out in the meeting room. After hearing the applause, the clarity in the eyes of many audience members was gradually covered by some kind of frenzy. This kind of frenzy was like a sea tide, gradually eroding the light in the eyes of those who regained their sight .

"Do you think this is a success?" Mr. Hilton sneered at Rockefeller.

"Of course I don't think it will be successful like this. Sometimes I really doubt that Franklin is a devil. Everything is going according to his plan, including the current scene." Rockefeller also laughed.

The blond young man who made the plan seemed to have laid out all the chess pieces to be played in advance as if he knew everything. As a chess piece, he just placed the chess pieces according to the position predetermined by the opponent, including now.

"What Franklin..."

Just when Mr. Hilton was puzzled, he saw a girl standing up in the front row of the meeting room, and the girl raised her hand. She was holding a Glock pistol in her hand. The black metal surface reflected faint The radiant, calm shape shows a strong and firm sense of power.

The gun was pointed at the speaker, and the silent conference room was suddenly broken by horrified screams, and everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

The infected person of [Crowd] is different from [Negator], it only extremizes other people's thoughts, it does not completely control it, it needs an anchor named [Leader] to maintain its operation, it needs a kind of fanatical Thoughts take hold of people, and now the people in the conference room are on the verge of frenzy and sobriety.

At this time, it is time to completely wake them up with an explosion!
Time seemed to be frozen, a second turned into a century.

boom--

The gunshot finally rang out, Sophie pulled the trigger, and the audience closed their eyes to hear the gunshot and the sound of the speaker falling.

At this moment, the entire meeting room fell into a deathly silence.Everyone's eyes widened and they stood there dumbfounded. Their hearts were beating extremely fast, and voices of confusion and fear filled their minds.

Not only the audience was stunned, but also Sophie herself. She stared blankly at Rockefeller who fell to the ground on the podium. The clothes on his chest were filled with blooming blood flowers. In a pool of blood.

"how come······"

He clearly said he would not die! ! !

Sophie dropped her hands, and ran to Rockefeller's side anxiously.

On the other side, Mr. Hilton's expression was as ugly as eating shit. This dramatic and funny scene completely tore away the veil of [The Crowd]. Together with the other slaves, he frantically maintained the gradually collapsing network, and his master also appeared at this time.

A cold-tempered Yujie floated above the podium in the conference room.

She was wearing a long black dress with smooth lines, highlighting her perfect body curves. Her straight black hair was flying and spread on her shoulders, shining with silver light.

Yujie's facial features are sharp and angular, and there is a unique temperament between her brows, which makes people involuntarily feel awe. Her eyes are deep and cold, revealing an inviolable determination and perseverance, as if she can see through people's hearts and hide everything about them Not leaking.

Her aura is unique and powerful, making it impossible to ignore her existence, as if being around her, one can feel an unfathomable power.

Attivic stared coldly at the position where Sophie shot, where her enemy finally stopped hiding.

A handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes stood there, a black windbreaker clinging to his fit body, with a high collar, he looked very handsome, and he was matched with a neat white shirt inside, making his skin Set off more brightly.

And he wore a black top hat on his head, which added a bit of mystery to him.

"Just as she seeks to rule, so she is ruled."

The blond youth picked up the discarded Glock pistol with a smile, while Atevik kept staring at him.

Looking at Atevik who has been staring at him, Xia Xiu raised the Glock in his hand and introduced to her with a smile:
"This pistol is an art installation I made, and I named it [The Unkillable Prank], the gun lives up to its name, it really can't kill, the blood is fake. That Rockefeller kid was there , Tsk, this kid is still enjoying the girl's lap pillow."

Looking at the blond young man who seemed to be introducing his favorite work to a friend, [Ruling] remained silent.

Looking at the silent Atevik, Xia Xiu continued to smile and said:

"Three men and four women, seven spare tires."

The blond youth took off his top hat and saluted [rule] as a gentleman.

"Beautiful Ms. Attivik, may I ask, do you want a decent order of death, or..."

boom--

A bullet shot at Xia Xiu, and then passed through his forehead like a die.

"Ha~, you made a very irrational choice."

The blond-haired young man said with regret, and he put on the black top hat in his hand again.

(End of this chapter)