Him and their stars

Prime Minister Konoe, who had been holding his head and disguising himself as furniture, finally heard clearly. Marshal Ferragut's loyalty to his benefactor was real, but of course his expectations for the young man were also real.

He hoped to use his own method to protect Mao Yuanzuo's posthumous reputation, and at the same time, he did not want all the rotten, old, rigid dirt to become a shackles to that young man.

He didn't know if Mao Yuanzuo understood it, but he did.

Prime Minister Konoe heard Mao Yuanzuo's emotion: "That young man... is really a born leader. Yes, Paul, if I were you, I would also place my hopes on him. If he could have been born fifty years earlier, Naturally, if I take over from Victoria, the situation will not be like this.”

Marshal Ferragut stared blankly at Mr. Mao who was talking eloquently, always feeling that this was clearly his line, but after a brief hesitation, his eyes gradually became firmer: "Sir, you and everyone present, You will be imprisoned until the Imperial Army arrives on this planet. Don’t worry, you will not be harmed.”

Probably because he heard that he was still alive, Prime Minister Konoe, who had been disguising himself as furniture, suddenly became confused again. He couldn't help but look up at the marshal, but saw the silent determination.

What is more shocking than his generous determination must be this silent determination.

Prime Minister Konoe was inevitably shocked, and of course he was also obviously confused. He sighed: "Paul, you have done so many things just to keep us in jail for a few more days?"

Marshal Ferragut did not answer the question directly, but his expression remained calm: "As long as the artillery fire from the earth and the moon is fired at the imperial fleet, this will sufficiently represent the attitude of the central government of the community towards the war. As long as the battle begins, in the future, It doesn’t matter what else happens.”

Indeed, when the cannonballs left the earth's atmosphere and roared towards the imperial warship, the central government of the earth had already expressed its attitude in front of the entire universe on behalf of the Blue Star Community.

Of course the Galactic Empire could only fight back. The arrogant and arrogant Tireluo people have never had the character to be self-indulgent.

Once a battle breaks out, it will be too late if any big shot comes out and says he wants to lay down his weapons.

Although the big shots present were pointing their guns at him, their minds had not lost touch after all, and they all probably understood what the marshal meant. In other words, just because politicians are playing tricks, they even understand what the marshal means better than his soldiers.

This guy is serious and has a death wish. He would not allow anyone to surrender.

As for whether the three billion civilians on the earth and the moon will be reduced to nothing in the flames of war... To be honest, at this point in the war, the safety of ordinary people is already the lowest priority.

Prime Minister Konoe caught some blind spots and was immediately shocked: "So, President Nishita is not imprisoned by you, right?"

The marshal's expression was slightly stiff, and for a moment he really seemed to be unable to argue.

However, Mao Yuanzuo said: "This is your real military coup. Paul is not willing to do such a thing. Although he is always misunderstood, he is still a bit of a knight in his heart. He is very fond of his posthumous reputation. Very important."

Marshal Ferragut smiled bitterly. My old benefactor still understands me quite well, and can even be called a confidant.

Then, I heard the other party say again: "Besides, you underestimate President Nishita too much. If he were still on Earth, I would not invite you all here today."

He ignored everyone's shocked expressions and looked at Marshal Ferragut: "You know, Paul, the reason why I am willing to provide some help in your career is not because of your good skills."

"...Is this my father's craftsmanship?"

"Your father's craftsmanship is naturally good, and he can be regarded as mastering the essence of imperial court cuisine. But to be honest, even if he is compared to Rong Xia downstairs and Brother Liu, the gap between me and Brother Lan is about the same." Mao Yuanzuo said calmly. road.

Everyone looked at each other, feeling that the amount of information was a bit too much and they couldn't laugh at it for a while.

Of course, the smart people had already guessed something and couldn't help but feel horrified, but this was probably because the atmosphere at the scene became more solemn and weird. Everyone just sat stiffly in their chairs, and the sluggishness caused by shock was completely frozen on their faces. , as if each of them had turned into a living fossil.

At least they didn't scream, which was already very difficult.

Marshal Ferragut wanted to reach for his scepter, but he felt that his arm was a hundred times heavier than before. He bared his teeth and took a deep breath, then reached for his waist and pulled out his pistol with difficulty.

It really looks like a tiger charm, but it is far more jeweled and precious than the original tiger charm. The sound of the gun was plated with silver, the handle of the gun was made of ivory, and the military emblem of the Community Space Fleet was embellished with small gems of various colors. It doesn't look like a weapon at all, more like an antique handicraft, and it's too luxurious and has no artistic value.

However, it can still kill people.

He raised the pistol with difficulty.

Mao Yuanzuo quietly watched the marshal's actions, as if an outsider was watching coldly: "Yes, Paul, the reason why I chose you is because of this scene. Your ancestors made their fortunes by serving the imperial officials in the Governor's Office. Starting from your grandfather, everyone is a shrewd person. You are especially so. You know the general situation, know how to advance and retreat, and know how to protect yourself and pretend to be confused. You are very suitable for official career and economy. But even so, there is still a resolute side in your bones."

He smiled with relief: "Paul, you are a bit heroic."

Marshal Ferragu subconsciously wanted to show a look of fear and trepidation. If it were his former self, he would definitely do this, and at the same time, he would sincerely and simply express with enthusiasm: All the insignificant little achievements he has made were achieved under your leadership.

This is the world of adults, which emphasizes a good relationship between you, me and everyone. Especially the world of politicians, which pays more attention to personality than the entertainment industry. And if you want to make progress in such a world, you need to flatter each other.

Marshal Ferragu used to be like a fish in water in such a world. He felt that he would definitely make progress in this world throughout his life.

I really wasted a lot of time!

Marshal Ferragu made up his mind and tried to aim the gun at Mao Yuanzuo's temple. He wanted to pull the trigger, but he couldn't move his fingers.

This time he realized that it was not just his fingers that couldn't make a sound.

"You are heroic. In fact, there are still many people with heroic spirit in our cabinet. Edward Shawna, Bai Yantang, and the young Mrs. Yang. Hahaha, I should actually have hope for the Blue Star Community." Mao Yuanzuo looked at Marshal Ferragu, who had nothing to say and his face flushed red, and said slowly: "But, Paul, do you know that Chairman Shawna is dead?"

This is still a piece of news that is too much information for everyone to digest.

Who is Edward Shawna? He is President Keith Nishita's best friend and think tank, and the chairman of the Internal Affairs Committee of this government. He is in charge of the country's national security, intelligence and public security management, as well as anti-espionage work. The police, internal affairs, intelligence agencies, and even the military police are all under his jurisdiction.

In terms of power alone, he is one of the top five super-bigwigs in the country.

Prime Minister Konoe thought that the last time he had a good chat with Chairman Xiaona was three days ago. At that time, he and he had a serious discussion about where the government should flee and take refuge. Of course, considering that the Imperial Fleet has blocked the cantilever, there are almost no routes for everyone to escape.

"We are like mice in a bellows... but we have to find a way to bite those unscrupulous dragons."

Even though he has fallen into a desperate situation, he is still full of courage and determination.

However, thinking that he began to rectify the community's public security and intelligence agencies after taking office, clearing out a large number of traitors and guides, and treating the old and comprador parties equally. Two years after taking office, the combat effectiveness of the community's national (cat) security agency suddenly became stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If this war had not broken out, Chairman Xiaona would have become the best and most powerful chief of public security in the history of the Blue Star Community, right?

No, considering that the cabinet and the general staff have not been infiltrated by the empire, he might have already been.

Prime Minister Jinwei has always felt that if Mr. Xiaona had not been so cold and unreliable and no one supported him, he would actually be more suitable to be the head of state than President Nishita.

Such a person? Dead?

If someone else said this, it would only be regarded as nonsense, right? However, if it was said by Mao Yuanzuo, others would have no choice but to believe it.

"You killed him? You killed him!" Prime Minister Jinwei exclaimed in a voice that was almost like a scream. Of course, what surprised him even more was that he found that he could still speak.

"If it was really me who did it, there wouldn't be this conversation today. Guard, do you know why you are such a prime minister? It's because you lack imagination." Mao Yuanzuo sighed as he looked at the pale-faced Prime Minister Guard.

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However, when he turned his eyes to Marshal Ferragu, whose face was flushed, his tone was full of regret: "I understand your determination, but the direction is wrong. In fact, I have my own determination. Paul, it's a pity that you can't go with me to the end."

Marshal Ferragu felt a sharp pain in his hand, and the pistol slipped out of his grasp, and was instantly decomposed into twisted parts, falling to the ground and completely falling apart. Golden bullets were scattered all over the floor.

He was pushed back to his chair.

At this moment, the power that seemed to have been frozen in this space suddenly loosened significantly. Those trapped soldiers who were unable to move suddenly regained their freedom, and of course they immediately realized who the most dangerous enemy on the scene was.

The soldiers turned their guns and pointed them at Mao Yuanzuo.

Marshal Ferragu lowered his eyes, but whispered: "Shoot!"

There were only three people who actually pulled the trigger. They were all newcomers in Marshal Ferragu's guard squad. One of them was even a second lieutenant in the Marine Corps who had just graduated from the military academy and had a background in the Lionheart Society.

But in fact, only such young people dare to take action. The rest of the veterans, even the best friends who followed Marshal Ferragu, could not do it so decisively. Or, it is precisely because they are the Marshal's confidants that they know Mao Yuanzuo's identity and status better, and naturally they will be in awe.

Pointing a gun at a big man and shooting a big man are different after all.

However, even if there are only three people, it is enough. The C11 rifles in their hands are so-called multi-functional electromagnetic rifles. They can be used with or without armor, and they can also be used by soldiers without armor to break armor.

The 9mm caseless bullet is pushed out by the electromagnetic, which is enough to tear the front armor plate of most single-soldier mechas. The thin body of an old man is even more out of the question.

After all, these soldiers are not psychics. If they really have experience in this area, they will realize that the sudden condensation of the air is fragile, not because the other party has lost control of the scene, it may be a flaw, and it is more likely to be a precursor to turning defense into success.

The bullet fell into the invisible vortex and immediately lost the kinetic energy to continue moving forward, as if it was frozen in the air. But then, the airflow that could not be identified at all condensed into a fatal blow, hitting the attacker's abdomen fiercely.

The bullets condensed in the air fell to the ground sparsely, and the soldiers' bodies flew backwards along the invisible psychic impact, like pieces of paper being slapped on the wall, ceiling, ground, or smashed on other congressmen.

Just a moment later, all the soldiers, whether they fired or not, were deprived of their lives. But it was obvious that it was not just these ordinary soldiers who were destroyed by the psychic impact, but also many congressmen who were affected.

It was not until this time that someone finally screamed.

However, they were still pressed on their chairs, motionless. I don't know if the psychic energy is still working, or if they are too scared to move.

Mao Yuanzuo stood up for the first time and walked slowly to the side of Marshal Ferragu. The latter curled up in his chair, his eyes were as big as copper bells, but blood had already seeped out, and the whole person had already died.

He stood there indifferently for nearly half a minute, then turned back to look at the Prime Minister of the Guards: "Wake up Jero, in your name, on behalf of the Blue Star Community Government, declare unconditional surrender. Tell the Empire that we will immediately lift all hostile military actions in the Earth-Moon System. Afterwards, we will also notify the whole country and ask all soldiers to lay down their arms."

The Prime Minister of the Guards trembled and couldn't speak for a long time, until he was injected with spirit from his waist by special spiritual energy, and then he suddenly recovered a little bit of consciousness and said in a hoarse voice: "Understand, understand."

He looked at the Vice President who was still sitting in his chair and unconscious, and then looked at the corpses in the room, and a wave of almost uncontrollable sadness rose in his heart.

It should be necessary to notify someone to clean the floor, right? Just when he was about to say this, he suddenly saw that Mr. Mao Yuanzuo had already looked outside the door, and his eyes seemed to be sharp.

Then, the whole mansion seemed to be shaking, as if it had suddenly fallen into a violent earthquake.

This is definitely not an ordinary earthquake? The old Prime Minister immediately made such a judgment and uttered a silent wail, but he didn't know where he got the strength from. With agility far beyond his usual performance, he shrank under the large rosewood table with one step and squatted down with his head in his arms.

His sight extended from the table to the outside of the house, and he saw three figures appear in the corridor outside the house. One of the figures with his back to him always felt very familiar, so familiar that he felt weird.

This, this is not what I should see!

Of course, the Prime Minister of the Guards did not immediately recognize the identity of the figure, but this strange sense of familiarity forced him to make such a judgment.

However, before he could make the next move, he heard the girls' shouts: "This is not a body outside the body, but a puppet of the imperial spirit! Mao the old thief! It's time to explain your relationship with the snake!"