Three Hundred and Seventy Out of Place

"No, we can." The Guards officer said: "Every one of you is guilty, committing different crimes, I can decide who is right and who should sleep..."

If Chris is here, he will definitely feel that the other party is also a person who has passed through. Moreover, this officer is estimated to be a transmigration protagonist who can write songs in star novels...

"..." And everyone present was speechless at what the Guards officer said. They wanted to run away, they wanted to resist, they wanted to beg, but they found it all to no avail.

"If I die! There will be countless newspapers condemning you tomorrow! Everyone knows that it was the emperor's hand!" The old man who lived here wanted to seize the last ray of hope.

"But they have no evidence." The officer didn't seem to be in a hurry to order the killing, and explained it to the other party with great interest.

Outside the door, the body of the bodyguard whose throat had been cut off lay scattered on the carpet with the long value chain. The blood had dyed the precious decorative carpets red. After the warm blood soaked the carpet, it slowly moved along the carpet. The marble floor spreads and finally seeps into the crevices of the stone.

Beside these corpses, some guard soldiers with weapons stood there, motionless as if they were statues.

After training, it can even stop the magician's special operations unit of the Guards, and it is simply overkill to go out to deal with the bodyguards of these nobles.

The action just now took only a few dozen seconds, and the vigilance force of the entire villa was completely wiped out. Even in the end, there was not even a single guard to warn.

"You can't get away with killing so many high-ranking people in one go! His Majesty the Emperor should also pay attention to public opinion! He will push you out and become a scapegoat!" the fat rich man threatened.

"Really? That's great, it's my honor to die for Your Majesty." The scar on his face turned hideous from the smile, the officer smiled and touched his face with a leather-gloved hand The scar of the knife, he said, "I live to die for your majesty..."

Sometimes it really doesn't make much sense for you to chat with someone like that. The fat rich man feels very boring now, really boring...

The middle-aged smoking man beside him snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand and warned, "I have many friends, and they will ask for a thorough investigation, and His Majesty the Emperor will be involved in this murder! His reputation..."

"Okay! Enough! I don't have time to waste with you guys. It's really just like what Your Majesty said. It seems that there is not a decent one." Patient look.

He waved lightly, and a group of people were escorted into the room by the soldiers of the Guards. These people bowed their heads, but from their clothes, it could be seen that they were all very rich.

"Bob! Why are you here?" The old rich man who lived here was shocked when he saw his son in the queue, and then suddenly looked at the officer of the Guards: "What are you doing?"

In his opinion, bringing his son here is nothing more than wanting to cut grass and root out. This kind of ruthless behavior of killing the whole family is really a bad practice.

Even the emperor of Ailan Hill would be resisted and criticized by many nobles when he was known to do so. At that time, Chris will really lose the support and loyalty of many nobles.

"Aike! Why are you here too?" The fat rich man saw his younger brother, confused and didn't know what the other party wanted to do.

At this time, the Guards officer with a scar on his face interrupted their question and said, "Okay! It's not necessary to reminisce about the old days, right? Know what to do? Do it if you know it."

"What are you going to do?" The old man frowned, then looked at his son, and then he saw that he had always been filial to his son, holding up a small and exquisite pistol.

To his despair,

The dark muzzle of the pistol was not aimed at anyone else at this moment, but at him, the decision maker of the family...

"What are you doing? You dare to point a gun at me?" The old man was furious, and the veins on the back of his hand supporting the crutches were prominent, and he asked fiercely, "You bastard! How dare you kill your own father!"

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I'm also for this family... Besides, father, if I don't kill you, how can His Majesty support me in controlling our family's property?" The middle-aged man was holding a pistol, his face was full of longing .

He shook the muzzle of the gun, made a gesture, and then continued: "Please die! Father! Only when you die can I become the head of the family, and the money can go into my pocket..."

The next second, the sound of gunshots suddenly rang out. This middle-aged man, who was already crazy, shot his father to death with a smile on his face.

The old man who had fallen to the ground with his eyes open to see the money witnessed with his own eyes that for those countless gold coins, his biological son betrayed him and shot him to death without hesitation.

"Brother...you..." Fatty looked at the old man lying on the ground, and took a long time to look away from the corpse: "You came to kill me too?"

"Brother... I have persuaded you a long time ago... You shouldn't be against Your Majesty, it's wrong." The same fat brother also pointed his pistol at his brother: "You are so crazy, I did this, It's to protect our family!"

"You lunatic! You don't even know what you're doing! You betrayed your family, you..." The fat man was still talking when the gunshots rang out.

"Bah!" With the sound of a gunshot, the fat man fell onto the carpet with a scream, clutching his stomach. He seemed to want to struggle, but was directly hit in the head by the second shot: "Bah!"

"This is the most normal family infighting, and we won't interfere." The officer with the scar on his face who had been standing in the center of the room put his hands behind his back and explained, "Tomorrow, your family will replace you. location, no one will look into this kind of thing because everything is reasonable and legal.”

"Bah!" Another shot rang out, and the middle-aged rich man who had just been smoking fell into a pool of blood. His uncle walked over to his corpse, took a bloody ring off his corpse's finger, and put it directly on his own finger.

The young rich man over there turned around and wanted to run, but was blocked by two guard soldiers at the door. They pushed the young man back into the house and let him cry out in despair.

"I was wrong! I don't want anything! Let me go! I will listen to you in the future! I will obey! Can't I? I will listen to you." Pride was gone, he climbed up to the scarred-faced officer's side, wanting to hug the other's thigh and beg for mercy.

"Think clearly, what you promised before, you and he will always have someone to stay here today." Looking at a hesitant old nobleman, the scarred-faced officer reminded.

The old man finally moved. He pulled out the long sword hidden in his walking stick and stabbed the young rich man's chest with one sword. The other party screamed, and the hands holding the scarred-faced officer suddenly lost their strength.

Breaking free from the opponent's embrace, the Guards officer looked down at the young rich man who was still alive, and scrutinized the opponent's face carefully: "What's wrong? You want to betray this country..."

In his sigh, the old man added another sword, which just pierced the young rich man's heart, the young rich man twitched twice, and finally lay on the ground motionless.

"It's all recorded?" When these people had done what they were supposed to do, the scarred-faced officer looked at the soldier with the video recorder on one side: "Did you not record our people?"

"No! Sir!" the soldier replied with his chin raised. As long as the dubbing and editing are done, these pictures are enough to ruin the reputation of the brothers and fathers in front of them.

"Gentlemen, you should know who gave you this chance..." The Scarfaced Guards officer said coldly: "From today... remember your identities, understand?"

"Understood!" All the relatives of these wealthy families knelt down on one knee and bowed their heads and promised, "Long live Ailan Hill! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

"From the moment you made your decision, you have been your majesty's dog! Whatever your majesty asks you to do, you must do it unconditionally. If your majesty doesn't let you do anything, you can't do it even if you die. ..." After the guards officer emphasized one sentence, he said softly, "Clean up this place!"

"Yes, we are one of His Majesty's dogs!" Those people hurriedly bowed their heads and said, "Let's call someone here and clean up this place."

"By the way! Do you know what to say about the news?" The scar-faced officer who stopped at the door asked without looking back.

"I know! These people defected to the enemy and betrayed their country... They are the accomplices of the devil!" Several people replied with low eyebrows.

The officer with a scar on his face turned his head and looked at the drawn curtains in the room, where there was a gap through which sunlight entered the room—where there was light, it was bright and brilliant, and where there was no light, it was cold and gray.

There was a bloody smell in the air, which he liked. His existence has nothing to do with justice, and the power he exercises has nothing to do with right or wrong. Maybe he's the real devil, but he doesn't care. Because he gave all of himself to this country, to the emperor who was worthy of his loyalty.

He is the shadow and darkness of the empire, as for the light... that kind of thing is really out of tune with him.

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There is one more update, which will be presented tomorrow morning.

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