Chapter 317 Repaying Him with His Way (Part 1)

3 hours later, Rector, Quentin Island in the middle of the Stynface Sea.

With the return of Roger Fellett, the Sulawia Palace was brightly lit, and the tens of thousands of square meters of Qirog Square was full of joy. The nobles from Wendenbat wore formal dresses, held wine glasses in their hands, and laughed intertwined Together, gather into the sea.

The men talked about the jokes they heard from nowhere, while the women focused their attention on the well-dressed young men, chattering and commenting, and occasionally there were one or two deep smiles.

The waiters interspersed with fruit plates and wine, and handed the wine glasses or paper towels on the plate to the nobles who dismissed them.

The melodious music was rippling in the square, and some people twisted their bodies on the dance floor, swayed their skirts, and danced gracefully and charmingly.

Most nobles may not be able to sing or play, but dancing skills and drinking are compulsory courses. Of course, for women, work in bed is also very important.

Falling into darkness in Wendenbart, death is like the wine buried in the cellar, when it keeps fermenting. They are singing and dancing here, celebrating the demise of the rebels, celebrating for Roger Fletcher, and praying for Lord Lancelot.

There seems to be an insurmountable gap between commoners and nobles. In the officialdom, even if two people with different political views encounter doubts and provocations from ordinary people, they will temporarily abandon their prejudices and work together to suppress those who are not open-minded. No matter how discord among senior officials is, it is also an internal conflict. Common people want to ask about politics? That is simply provoking the bottom line of the officials and gentlemen, and it is absolutely intolerable.

This is class! Kindergarten children would not believe that power is given by the people and that everyone is equal before the law.

Quentin Island is not big, only 2,400 square kilometers, compared to the vast land of Rector. It's just a drop in the ocean. However, small is small, but here is the settlement of nobles, the queen district of the Megar star system.

Lord Lancelot's residence, the Sulawian Palace stands here, and Fan has a reputation in Rector. Aristocrats and high officials with some power will buy a house here, and enjoy the nobility of the lord.

The housing prices here are not high, even much lower than Wendenbat, and the greenery, security, and supporting facilities are complete, even a public toilet can be called a first-class garden view.

This is indeed a pure land of bliss, but it is like a blissful place that only Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and arhats can enjoy. Ordinary civilians want to live here? That's just daydreaming.

There are no apartments here,

There is no community. There are no simple tube buildings, only well-decorated villas with gardens, swimming pools and garages. And the price is only the cost price of the building.

Everything here is exclusively for the welfare of nobles and high-ranking officials, common people? Hehe, they only deserve to have those shoddy things. But ridiculously expensive commercial housing, and then bear high debts. Pay it back in your life.

Here, the good living environment is only one aspect. As the ground palace of the lord, Quentin Island is equipped with powerful security facilities. Commodore Camaro is an island chief of security, but he is among the core political figures of Rector. It can be seen.

On Quentin Island's 2,400 square kilometers of land. There is a steel Great Wall built around the coastline. The 52-meter-high city wall is full of turrets and dense checkpoints. The buffer zone between the city wall and the Sulawiya Palace is full of large and small anti-aircraft missile launch arrays.

In addition to the machine guns, cannons, and laser cannons used to deal with ground weapons, there are also large-scale reconnection guns and plasma cannons used to deal with sea and air ships.

In the air, flying units such as armed airships, reconnaissance ships equipped with quantum radars, unmanned aerial vehicles with parent-child radars, and fighter patrol squadrons perform 24-hour patrol missions. besides. There are also early warning equipment such as high-precision sonar stations, ocean current and water temperature monitoring systems, patrol submarines, and underwater camera robots on the seabed.

It can be said unceremoniously that Quentin Island is a military fortress that is always on alert.

As early as more than half a month ago, when the "Knock the Mountain and Shake the Tiger" operation encountered obstacles, Camaro ordered his soldiers to prepare for battle and raised the security level of the entire Quentin Island to the highest level. Raise the "Mano's Rainbow" (the Great Wall of Steel on the edge of Quentin Island) and form an absolute defense front.

He did not dare to be careless about where the Sulawia Palace was located. After seeing the power of the rebels, Camaro was very afraid that they would ignite the flames of war on Quentin Island. Lord Lancelot was a clean freak. I don't like the traces of gunpowder smoke on the walls of the palace where I live.

However, to Camaro's surprise, after the counterattack, the rebels restrained their minions and hibernated. This made him heave a sigh of relief.

Two hours ago, Governor Roger sent news of the success of the beheading operation, which made Camaro heaving a sigh of relief, ordered the soldiers to lower the "Mano's Rainbow", and lowered the security level of Quentin Island.

Plasma cannons, 600 nuclear bombs, in the face of such an attack, unless it is a god, ordinary people simply cannot survive.

"What's the point of being arrogant for a while? The end of going against the empire is a dead end! Those poor people, I'm afraid there's not even a bone left behind."

Camaro stood on the second floor of the front hall of the Sulawiya Palace opposite Chirog Square, looking at the northern sky and sneered.

Unlike Wendenbat, the sky on Quentin Island is cloudless, and the stars are shining like pearls in the night sea.

...

Kunna Austin stood at the gate of the front hall of the Sulawia Palace, looking at the not far away with a smile on his face, nodding to the nobles in the square, and Roger Fili, who was striding forward special.

Seriously speaking, the success of the "beheading" operation is also due to her contribution. Four hours ago, the reason why she "stupidly" sent several tons of zero elements to the rebels was to explore and study Check the internal situation of the institute, confirm that the backbone of the rebel army is there, and ensure that the space-based plasma cannon can kill in one hit, and completely wipe out those guys who make her hate it.

"Quentin Island is no better than the inland, and the weather is still very cool after nightfall." Before Roger Fletcher approached, she greeted her with a coat.

"Knowing that the night in Quentin Island is very cold, you still wear such thin clothes?" Roger squeezed Kunna Austin's chest as if no one else was there. The black evening dress was empty, without a bra, and the hands were soft and slippery.

Then he reached down again. I touched down along the curve of the straight buttocks, and I didn't even wear underwear.

Kunna Austin gave him a shy look, and put the windbreaker on his shoulders: "You are the governor, Rector's chief executive, with so many people watching, you are not afraid of gossiping behind your back."

"Gossip? Only some mediocre guys worry about gossip. Your husband doesn't care, why should I restrain myself? In Rector, who dares to say more? Aren't you afraid of being invited to drink tea by the beautiful chief of the Security Bureau?"

"Hey, what are you doing mentioning that trash." Kunna Austin gave him an annoyed look, "What a disappointment."

"If you don't mention him, how can you help you control the power of the Williams family?" Roger Fletcher shrugged his shoulders and made the windbreaker fit a little better: "Didn't I say before that everything should be kept simple, in case Charles If those boring politicians in the Federation know about it, won’t they accuse us internationally of having no human rights?”

Kunna Austin glanced back at the singing and dancing in the square. The smiling nobles smiled slightly: "It's not my fault. If you hadn't sent someone to pick them up before, these people would have died a long time ago."

"Hehe... I was a good person once." Roger Philett didn't look back, and walked towards the second floor step by step. Melville, Camaro, Secretary of Health Hausman Nelson, Secretary of Propaganda William Clark and others are still waiting for his order to deal with what happened tonight.

"Good guy?" Kunna Austin smiled self-deprecatingly. How many good officials are there? Anyone who wants to be in power, who wants to control people, who wants to call the shots. Even if there was some kindness at the beginning, it was exhausted in the subsequent money game and temptation of power and sex. Even the most basic. Civil servants who were born as civilians, after a long time, think about how to exploit civilians, make some extra money, and engage in extramarital affairs, not to mention those like them who have been educated by nobles since childhood. The aristocratic class who regard civilians as pigs and dogs.

While she was in a trance, Roger Felicity had already gone up to the second floor. When he saw Waters, Camaro and others, he exchanged pleasantries without realizing it.

Next, it is natural to arrange the aftermath work. This kind of method of playing with civilians and manipulating public opinion has left countless precious experiences. How to exaggerate hatred, magnify contradictions, how to make one's hypocritical expression more sympathetic and approachable, as a qualified politician, people like Roger, Housman, William, and Kunna are naturally familiar with it.

It was packaged by the media, beautified by experts and scholars, and praised by Internet celebrities of "commoner background". After a year or so, those who survived will forget the pain and live as they want. "Windenbard" will only exist in the history books compiled by the government.

As for those who died, God knows what their names are.

"To the Empire, to Your Majesty, and to Lord Lancelot, cheers!" Roger Felix raised his glass with a smile.

"Yes, for the Empire, for His Majesty, for His Majesty, cheers!"

"..."

Boom! Boom! Boom! There was a sound of wine glasses colliding.

Minister of Health Hausman Nelson, Minister of Propaganda William Clark and others laughed happily. Disasters, whether natural disasters or human disasters, are common people who suffer, but officials who are happy. Because only in this way, there will be opportunities to receive awards for meritorious service, opportunities to deduct pensions and disaster relief funds, and opportunities to accept bribes and install cronies.

No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor officials, no matter how hard you are, you can't suffer nobles. This is the golden rule of Mongolian politics. As for the life and death of civilians, what do they do? Of course, if they died in front of their own house, it would be a different matter, because the smell of dead bodies would spoil the mood of the officials.

Melville held his glass in silence, but Waters forced a smile. He never expected that the counterattack was lost, the Mountain Ghost Commando was completely wiped out, and Melville's reputation could be said to be ruined. However, Lord Lancelot actually let this demoralized old guy take over the capital military region. The interim commander who had been in office for more than half a month was beaten back to his original form and returned to that deputy post.

This is simply bullying!

Although Waters felt dissatisfied, this was the Lord's order, and he didn't dare to complain, so he could only turn his resentment into a motivation to drink, one cup after another, until he was in a daze.

Compared with Waters, Tennyson is not happy. His nemesis Dunbar Taylor has no chance of turning around this time. Most of the core members of the entire Taylor family died in this super nuclear explosion.

"Director Kunna. I would like to toast you." Tennyson walked to the window, glanced at the small nobles and mid-level officials who were chatting and laughing in the square, and a knowing smile appeared on his face. That's it, the poor get poorer, the lowly become even lower, what do you mean by enjoying life? Only nobles and high officials know how to enjoy life. Those untouchables are only worthy of lingering in the dark, making compromises under oppression.

Kunna Austin smiled: "Tennyson, you can be said to be full of ambition now, the guy who has always been on top of you is finally completely finished."

"To each other." Tennyson chuckled, "Isn't Chief Kunna also a shame?"

"Hehe, it seems to have a lot to do with me. I didn't do anything, so there's no need to toast."

Tennyson looked at the noble lady in front of her who was about to become a son and set up an archway, and said with a smile: "In this case, I wish Mengya a prosperous country, and the Duke will enjoy wealth forever."

"rs!" The two toasted together and drank it down.

After finishing the work, Kunna Austin stroked her long hair blown by the wind, looked at the starry night sky, and muttered to herself, "It seems that there is something missing."

"Of course." Tennyson shook the empty glass lightly: "Lack of fireworks, how could the celebration banquet be without fireworks?"

Kunna Austin turned her head and glared at him: "There are still some soldiers on the coastal defense line of Quentin Island. It's an extraordinary time. Pay attention to the impact."

"Heh...heh. Let me tell you, you civil servants are too cautious. You are courageous and decisive like a lord. Such a big fireworks show is exciting."

"Tennyson, Wendenbat has tens of millions of people. Does it sound a bit..."

Tennyson shrugged his shoulders: "Director Kunna, 600 nuclear bombs exploded in a row, how spectacular, how magnificent, to miss such a scene. Don't you feel it's a pity?"

"What a pity? What a pity? Do you want to do it all over again?" Kunna Austin said with a smile.

In the eyes of these nobles, the deaths of millions of people in Wendenbait are no different from talking about a ball game or goingssip about celebrities.

"Hey, it would be great if I supervised this matter. It would be nice to see such an exciting thing with my own eyes once in a lifetime..."

Tennyson looked a little disappointed. For a nobleman like him who has no worries about food and clothing, money is nothing, woman? What kind of beauties haven't played? He is a soldier, and what he desires most is to march and fight, especially to win. It's just that Rector belongs to the hinterland of the empire, and there is no battle to fight at all. Especially in the army, all commanders and commanders are idle positions.

As a result, these soldiers who were used to living a life of licking blood when they were young can only seek their own sense of existence on the edge of life and death. They have no choice but to have fun by themselves.

As far as ordinary veterans are concerned, the so-called fun can only be gambling, taking drugs, whoring, and fighting. But for aristocratic generals, it is much more fashionable, such as hunting birds and sea animals, killing rebels, having groups and parties, and even collecting corpses and cooking human flesh.

Just like Stevenson who protected Faraday, for this kind of people whose psychology has been distorted and corrupted by war to the point of perversion, the more exciting things are, the more they can stimulate their inner sense of existence.

Although Tennyson never admitted it, in his subconscious mind, seeing hundreds of nuclear bombs exploding in succession and listening to the wailing and screaming of millions of people, this is definitely a thrill that cannot be stimulated anymore, and it is too sour. What a sour thing. For him, mass civilian deaths, that's his point!

"I really wish that time could be turned back and history could repeat itself. To witness such a scene with my own eyes, even death is worth it." Tennyson muttered to himself, and put the goblet back on the waitress's tray casually.

Kunna Austin laughed wildly: "Tennyson, you are so cute, time goes backwards? History repeats itself? Giggle...giggle..."

Worthy of being a coquettish stunner in Rector's aristocratic circle, Kunna Austin brought out the charm of a mature woman to the fullest. It can be said unceremoniously that Rector is second to none in the celebrity circle when it comes to seducing men.

Tennyson never thought of himself as a Christian, and he had no concept of Father God. However, at this moment, reality has taught him a very valuable lesson. As for tuition fees? Maybe it's his life, Kunna Austin's life, or even the lives of 80% of Rector's nobles!

The world of gods is actually very boring. They don't worry about food or drink, they eat wind and drink dew, and they don't have the desire to fight or win. The only entertainment that can relieve boredom and have fun is nothing more than playing with people.

Ordinary people will get bored after playing too much, and occasionally they will change their tastes to make high-ranking officials depressed.

Just like today, through the glass window on the second floor, Tennyson saw a scene that was both longing and frightening. On the other side of Quentin Island, above the military base where the Island Guard was stationed, a silver-white dragon of smoke flew from tens of thousands of feet. Straight down the sky.

Then, time seemed to pause for a moment, and then, the entire hall began to shake, rumbling roars came from the ground, a huge fireball rose from the horizon, and the tumbling fiery red clouds formed a huge mushroom cloud in the air. As the gunpowder smoke spread rapidly to the surroundings, radiating halos of light. (To be continued..)