Blue Files, there are 100 days left until Mr. disappears

However, both the husband and the third nun knew that the next step was the highlight.

When both sides of the opposing team have made clear their plans, it's time to truly 'show their swords'.

"Third Sister, I did not intentionally omit, nor did I ignore those two students."

The teacher's voice, loud and firm, instantly drowned out the noisy students.

"On the contrary, I was just about to talk about them."

He took out a document from his arms and shook it in front of everyone.

"This is a file I retrieved from the database of the Kivotos Daily through Beritas' hacking department."

"This document is the 'initial version' of the memorandum regarding the third head nun that Bai Zhouzi uploaded that day."

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on his hands.

There was righteous anger in his voice:

"I have applied for inspection by the trial court, and the results show that the document is valid and accurate——"

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"It shows that in the 'initial version' uploaded by Bai Zhouzi,

Not at all, exposing any intelligence and information about the Holy Trinity College troops! "

There seemed to be a violent fluctuation in Mr.'s chest,

He suppressed his anger and continued:

"In other words, Bai Zhouzi maintained the caution and dignity of an intelligence officer,"

"In addition to exposing the atrocities committed by the Third Sister,

She has absolutely not betrayed any student at Trinity College!

In other words, your accusation has no factual basis! "

……

The truth has now been revealed to everyone without reservation.

Bai Zhouzi did not betray or betray any of his comrades.

It was the mercenary troops that attacked the students of Holy Trinity, not her.

The voices in the audience seemed to break through the ceiling of the trial court. No matter how many warring factions there were, they could not stop their angry emotions.

Bai Zhouzi gently covered her lips and turned away to prevent her husband from seeing her current expression.

However, is it all over?

You must know that the greatest enemy of your husband and Bai Zhouzi, the third nun in front of you, has not surrendered yet.

"boom!!"

A heavy voice sounded.

"This document...is irrelevant!"

The third nun raped the table hard,

Her seemingly rational shell began to collapse, and her expression was stained with unwillingness and hatred.

The husband looked at her ferocious blood-red eyes calmly and said,

"Bai Zhouzi, she gave our enemies a chance to hurt us!"

"When she sent out the confidential document, she gave the enemy the opportunity to trace it to its source and tamper with it!"

Her voice was full of vicious anger, as deep as if it came from the bottom of hell:

"Sir... you have never been to the front line at all."

"You don't understand, we combat troops have to use our bodies to fight against the endless steel of the mercenaries..."

"You don't understand, we are in the light and the enemy is in the dark. If we don't strike first, our soldiers will suffer..."

"You obviously have tactical ideas that surpass all of us, but you always have such naive ideas and prefer those little brats who are unorganized, undisciplined, and willful..."

Her breathing became rapid, her tone of voice gradually rose,

In the end, it turned into a roar that was incompatible with her rational shell:

"Can you go to fight for us, Mr. Charais!?"

"With your self-righteous attitude, can you help us block the enemy's bullets!?"

"can!!!"

The gentleman shouted.

He slapped the wooden table until it almost shattered into pieces.

There were tears in his eyes and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

Immediately, he pointed his finger at every student in the audience:

"You!!! You!!! And you!!"

"I can help you block!!! I can help you block!!! I can help all of you, block!!!"

"This is my mission!

This is what I live for!

I can’t explain clearly, clearly or not! ? "

In the courtroom, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

It was a kind of solemn silence.

The third nun gritted her teeth and opened her lips several times.

However, facing the mad gentleman,

She could never say a word again.

Two lines of clear tears flowed from Mr.'s eyes.

His expression gradually became less ferocious and returned to his usual calmness.

"But, I'm not that arrogant."

Mr.’s voice gradually became smoother and softer,

"Although I want to help you block it, I can't block a few shots."

"I want to tell you that I am no better than you - neither in strength, nor in wisdom, nor even in mind."

"Adults, they are just grown-up children. They are not fundamentally different from you."

"I want to be your friend and explore the ideal path together,

Rather than giving orders to you and telling you what is right. "

"so,"

The gentleman sniffed and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the cuffs of his suit.

"I want to tell you a story,"

"A story about how a group of dedicated soldiers almost burned down the entire world, and how they were sadly destroyed."

……

"Once upon a time, there was a group of powerful soldiers."

The gentleman straightened up, with an elegant manner, and looked up to the sky. The tears in the corners of his eyes were not dry, but there was a slight smile on his lips.

He raised his head and looked up religiously and intently,

What he looked up to was not the ceiling of the Tribunal or the sacred symbols, but the magnificent history of mankind.

His gaze towards history contained all his piety and all his will.

"Those soldiers, they are not born strong or cruel,

In fact, they are just ordinary people.

There are workers, there are citizens, there are bread bakers, there are postmen,

They are so ordinary and ordinary that no one walking down the street would think that they are any different from anyone else. "

The gentleman gently put his hands behind his back and pressed his own pulse with his long index fingers.

He saw that everyone was listening attentively, even the third nun was no exception.

He smiled.

A good story is indeed better than a rigid preaching.

What's more, this story is about ordinary and ordinary living beings who once caused two world wars.

"They were just ordinary people, but on that fateful day, they were recast by the flames of hatred."

"A desperate situation, unforgettable hatred, never-ending debts, and - an extraordinary and heinous leader."

"All these things formed a steel-hot furnace, swallowing up their lives and will."

"And what comes out of the furnace is the perfect soldier."

He vibrated his throat hard and stared at the third nun.

"Honor, responsibility,

Hatred, cruelty,

discipline, action,

There is also the determination and will to complete the task 100%..."

"These once ordinary and ordinary people, after undergoing extremely harsh training, were recast into the most ideal and pure 'soldiers' in the world's military history."

"Coupled with steel armor, sophisticated weapons, and a combat concept that transcends the entire era."

"They used all these things to wipe out all hatred, destroy all enemies, and burn the homes of all those who dared to resist to ashes with overwhelming force."

The third nun's breathing became erratic.

Because the gentleman in front of me didn't seem to be lying.

Although the picture painted in his words was somewhat different from the perfect soldier in his imagination, after all, she was not obsessed with hatred, and she 'believed' to be more rational.

But she had to admit that the soldiers described in Mr.'s words had all the qualities of the perfect soldier in her dream.

She closed her eyes slightly and thought for a while.

Later, she slowly asked:

"But sir, what happened to them - the story of those perfect soldiers... then?"

The gentleman let out a long breath.

He did not directly answer the question.

Instead, he looked into the eyes of the third nun and asked word by word:

"Suppose, I mean suppose -

Suppose you encounter an army with excellent tactics and well-equipped equipment.

They laughed wildly and drove into your home. Without any reason or reason, they burned everything you valued: relatives, friends, houses, streets, everything to the ground..."

"Will you accept your fate?"

"Absolutely not!"

The third head nun blurted out almost subconsciously, spitting out a barrage of sentences:

"Their tactics can be learned and their equipment can be imitated.

As for hatred... Hatred is the best melting pot, and discipline is the best mold. I can definitely create an army that is similar to them, or even better than them, and take away everything they value... come over……"

Her face suddenly turned pale as never before.

Her sentences also became stammering, and she could no longer speak at all.