Apocalyptic Forecast

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The Persian region, once the capital of this country, was in the residence of the Roman army.

There was a hustle and bustle outside the tent, but the large tent was silent.

Conference Hall put down all the curtains, and in the dark, a rays of light shot from the projection instrument and shone on the screen, showing the complicated resume from the other side.

High-ranking generals in the Persian region, commissioners from Constantine and even envoys of the Guard Army, and elite high-level law enforcement officers sat behind the table and listened to the Intelligence Section.

“This is the goal of our joint operation at this time and the biggest source of uncertainty in the entire southern Persian region.”

The messenger stood next to the screen, pointing to the blurry silhouette that appeared between the files, and said with a loud voice: “For a long time, he and his integration front were entrenched in the mountain range of the south, which brought us a huge The trouble, because of his reasons, the international oil price fell by 4 6 points in April last year. And until now he caused a loss of more than 100 1000 million dinars to the garrison, and the garrison who died directly or indirectly has reached more than 100000000 people.”

“Have you ever tried bombing?” the Commissioner of Constantine asked.

He is not a layman commanding an insider, but on behalf of Elder’s Council asking questions to the garrison, everything must have a clear and unambiguous answer.

Why would such a person become the scourge of the empire?

Thanks to the attack from this guy until now, the garrison’s budget is constantly increasing every year, and at the same time, more importantly-after a long political struggle, there have been looming proposals in Elder’s Council to withdraw troops. Too.

For oil, Rome and the Russian Federation have consumed a lot of land for too long.

Both sides are gradually weary.

“It is difficult for us to determine their location.” The instructor replied: “The integration front is closely connected with the local forces, and the whereabouts of the principal are erratic, and we cannot even determine his identity until now.

No one knows who his original name was, and where he came from. We only know that he appeared in the Baghdad area 4 years ago and walked into a restaurant. After giving a speech on the spot, he was greeted by the listeners. At home, he offered all his property and begged him for guidance, but he didn’t get any money. Instead, they roamed around Persia and gave lectures.

We at first thought he was just a magic stick and a liar, but after the reaction, a brand new terrorist organization has formed in the Baghdad area. Everyone followed him fanatically, believing that he could bring a new order to this land. What happened later was just like what you have seen from the report. He continuously caused us huge losses. “

“Have you considered a plan to surrender?” the Guardian’s messenger asked.

This group of members of the Roman Empire spy agency is best at this set of dirty stuff. When soldiers are fighting and dying on the front line, the number of things they reach reconciliation with the head of the drug dealer is innumerable.

“If it is useful, things will not be what they are today.” The narrator sighed: “Most of the messengers we sent were sent back by him with his ears cut off, and more serious people never returned.”

“Slain?” The Commissioner of Elder’s Council frowned.

“No, more shame than that.”

The narrator’s expression was gloomy: “They rebelled, betrayed the motherland, and chose to stand on the opposite side of the citizens.”

“There is a Lawrence of Canaan?” Someone laughed softly. “Even if there is no information, does this person have no name? How would anyone call him? mysterious person?”

Youknowwho?

A cold joke that makes people laugh.

“——Tuning Lawyer.”

After a brief silence, the narrator said indifferently: “Everyone calls him Tuning Lawyer and thinks he will put everything back on track like adjusting the tone of the piano.”

“Sounds so elegant.” The commander who just sneered raised his eyebrows. “Unfortunately, that’s it.”

“This is your mission, Lord Red Glove.”

The Persian generals stationed in Legion made a voice: “We have confirmed through inside information that he and his confidant are where they are now. They are only 2 people, far away from their army and subordinates, which is the weakest time.

Your task is to bring him back intact, I want to live, understand? “

“Catch the Tuning Lawyer alive?” Captain, the special force inside codename Red Glove, asked, “Is it necessary?”

“Why not?” The general asked back: “If Tuning Lawyer can be held in the hands, the integration front can become a sharp edge in our hands…A sharp edge against the Russian Federation, do you understand? This time describes it as not to be lost.”

“I know.”

Red Glove got up slowly, picked up the task briefing for himself, slowly put on his gloves, and saluted the chiefs present: “We will go all out.”

The leader stood up, “For Rome.”

“Well, back to Rome.”

Red Glove turned and walked out of the Conference Hall.

Outside the tent, the action team armed to the teeth has been waiting for a long time.

The elite teams from the Guard Army and the law enforcement officers waited quietly, standing in the intense sunlight, just like ghosts.

Will soon dissipate in the rising enthusiasm.

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When Red Glove woke up again, he felt Heaven and Earth hanging upside down.

He was suspended in the air, dying.

In the darkness, only he had a hard gasp.

The elite screened from the whole of Rome, the elite created by the Guard army and the law enforcement officers, those soldiers who are like ghosts have now become ghosts.

Unbelievable…in the hands of a woman.

That’s right, a woman.

At first, everything went well. They broke through the village like a hot knife through butter and came to Tuning Lawyer.

When the man raised his hands obediently surrender, everyone ignored the woman behind him.

The confidant assistant exuding harmless breath.

Let her walk barefoot into ten steps.

At that time they didn’t know what kind of monster had entered their hunting ground.

When the dagger stabbed out of the darkness cut off his hands, he finally felt a wave of despair and fear in horror.

Unbelievable…

Now, the woman’s gentle face appeared again in front of him, making his breath almost cut off in fear.

“Xiao Xian, you scared him.”

Beside, someone sighed helplessly in Eastern Xia, “Why leave only one live mouth?”

“Well, there is no way.”

The person known as Xiaoxian raised his hand, gently wrapped a strand of hair behind his ear, and then smiled and raised the plate in his hand: “I just made dinner, do you want to eat a little?”

“Don’t tease him, and don’t feed my prisoners with the kind of food that can poison to death.”

“Isn’t this what I caught?”

Xiao Xian argued.

“Now, it’s mine.”

The deep voice gradually approached, mixed with the sound of chairs dragging on the ground.

A weather-beaten middle-aged man sat in front of him.

The thin and tall body seemed to be nicked, and wedged deeply into Red Glove’s eye pupil. The calm and cold posture was unforgettable after a glance.

More conspicuous than temperament are his dark eyes, as if burning Ghost Fire. He had long black hair, but it was mixed with this ray of obscurity, which was even more vicissitudes.

It can be seen that the dignified face that used to be a handsome and elegant face has now become so majestic and sober that it is dare not look straight at it.

Black eye black hair?

Is it a Roman?

Immediately, Red Glove reacted and glimpsed the original color through the bronze skin tone that was exposed to the sun. Because of this, he became more dull.

Asia people? An Asian?

“Meet for the first time, Lord Red Glove.”

A man called Tuning Lawyer sat in front of him, staring at him calmly and introducing himself: “You can call me Tuning Lawyer, a traveller who… just passed by accident.”

It seems to be telling a joke, but it makes people laugh.

“Please be assured that I will not kill you, nor will I torture you-the set you like the Romans will not appear on you.”

After a brief silence, he calmly said: “I want to talk to you about everything the Romans and Russians did to this land.

Originally, everything that has nothing to do with me…”

Red Glove originally wanted to sneer, it should be to disdain as beneath contempt.

But when the man spoke, he began to be unable to bear, wanted to listen, and felt the curiosity, and some kind of…hard to describe the attraction.

It was as if someone had lifted torch in the night and told him the truth.

He should choose to commit suicide at that moment.

If he had so little loyalty to Rome.

Unfortunately, everything is late.

He heard what the man in front of him said to him.

About the position, about the responsibility, about the country.

There is also the responsibility of a person coming to this world.

About how to be a man.

About…justice.

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A month later, Red Glove returned to the garrison camp.

Alone.

He was the last survivor of the combat team with no information.

At the moment of discovery, he was taken into the infirmary and carefully checked-his physical health, the person who integrated the front not at all abused him, and even the right hand that was cut off also encountered proper stitching and explosion.

Immediately afterwards, the military commanders conducted repeated inquiries and interrogations in the confinement room, interrogating everything he had encountered.

From start to finish, Red Glove said nothing.

Just closed her eyes.

But when the eyes are occasionally opened, it is cold and severe and fanatical, as if always ready to devote himself to the truth.

Ten to eight hours later, after harsh torture and various pharmacy attempts, the torture officers gave up all attempts on Red Glove in frustration.

After another 8 hours, after a short sleep and eating, Red Glove walked into the Conference Hall-as the messenger of the integration front, I met the people I saw.

“Say your intentions, the former Red Glove.”

The garrison general holding the loss report these days said indifferently: “It’s like your former colleagues. Tell me what Tuning Lawyer asked-what the madman wants from us.”

“Basic order, clean drinking water, and insignificant medicine.”

Red Glove laughed: “What we want, no, what the suffering people in this land desire, it’s that simple.”