Chapter 1440 Solomon

Name unknown, age unknown.

After many messages blocked by the Secret Bureau, there was only one codename left for others.

——Solomon.

It means 'peace'.

The former executive deputy chief of staff of the Corps of the Current Situation Defense Committee, the former commander of the Second Corps of the Cast Iron Corps, the former director of the Abyss Operations Secret Service, and the former commander of the deep strike sequence...

Fourteen years ago, he was stripped of all his positions due to major mistakes and was sentenced to life imprisonment by the border court.

He is obviously in the name of peace, but he is an out-and-out butcher.

In the database of the Secret Bureau, the blood-stained resume almost covers the entire war history of the current situation in the past sixty years.

Operation Swire, Operation Feuerbach, Operation Kitchen, Six-Day War, Defense of White City, Bronze Zone Landing, and Northern Extermination.

He commanded the battle known as the Fellman Frontier Massacre, and after the war, he ignored the decision-making of the command and internally executed all civilians and soldiers infected by the alien strain, a total of 64,000 people.

In addition, countless people died directly or indirectly at his hands.

Butcher, executioner, murderer, war mad dog, scavenger...

He has countless nicknames, but the ones everyone likes to use the most are often the most straightforward ones.

"That madman!"

In the decision-making room, Yegor's face was ashen. He turned around and yelled at the deputy minister of the Ministry of Defense: "What are you doing?! Isn't he sentenced to life imprisonment?"

"Unfortunately, two months ago, the Border Tribunal decided to release Solomon due to his medical condition and aging, in light of the administrator's application."

Ms.

Why is he in the Regeneration Project?

Perhaps the current Ministry of Defense can answer our questions? "

"have no idea."

The deputy director of the Ministry of Defense now had a serious face. He didn’t know whether he really didn’t know anything about it or whether he was a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water. He just replied calmly: “Ten minutes ago, we received the news that we, on behalf of Lieutenant Colonel Yan, forwarded his qualifications... …”

"He handed it over when he said it would be handed over!"

Yegor almost crushed the cup in his hand and laughed completely out of anger. These guys didn't even bother to make it up.

"Mr. Solomon submitted a candidate application, and the pilot meeting approved it. It's that simple." The deputy minister from the former Dark Legion replied: "It's like an overhead organization, isn't it?"

After a long silence, Yegor looked straight at the slightly fat man and suddenly asked: "Is this your decision?"

"I'd love to say it was our decision, but I'm not qualified to do that."

The deputy minister shook his head and took off his military hat: "These are all decisions I made without authorization. I will take responsibility for the consequences and accept the charges and trial.

But before that, I have a question to ask—"

He looked around at the shocked or wary eyes in the central decision-making room, and asked doubtfully: "Isn't the regeneration plan the regeneration plan of the entire bureau?"

He said: "Why does our proposition not exist in that future?"

Along with his words, Solomon stepped over the body of the guard on the overlooking screen and walked into Adrian's office step by step.

He pulled out the chair opposite the desk and sat down slowly.

"Hello, Adrian."

Like a traveler after a long journey, Solomon sighed softly, "Finally, let me ask again, have you changed your mind?"

Adrian said nothing.

Silent.

Look at him.

For a long time, I closed my eyes.

We can't let him win, no, we must expel him——

You must not allow such crazy claims to appear in the regeneration plan!

He made up his mind.

.

"Adrian is great."

When Huai Shi opened the door a few minutes later, Solomon said to him: "Even if there is no possibility of victory, I will not give in to my enemies, nor will I bow my head because of my strength, nor will I even make excuses.

Not like a politician at all. "

"He was a strong man until the end."

Solomon sighed and looked at the deceased behind the desk: "It's just that I was dragged down by the trash behind me..."

He said: "There are still many people who have been dragged down by others, and this should not be the case."

In the silence, Huai Shi looked at Adrian's body.

And the pistol he held in his hand.

Solomon opened his palm and showed Huai Shi the bullet that Adrian shot at him.

This was Adrian's last resistance.

Unfortunately, even if he sacrificed his life to launch the attack, it still had no effect.

It won't be useful.

Huaishi sighed silently.

If he could see it——

At this moment, the man in my eyes.

The miracle from the rancher still remained in his eyes. Even though it was blocked and suppressed by the Great Mystery, it still clearly reflected Solomon's appearance.

And behind him, the seemingly endless wilderness was littered with corpses. Blood surges like a river, corpses pile up like mountains, and death covers everything like a torrential rain.

If something like death could be condensed into matter, then there must be a terrifying mountain rising from the ground in front of you, right?

No screams or screams could be heard. The despair was like sticky blood, covering his soul, hands, and face, spreading in the air with his words...

And the man in front of me is not even a sublimator!

"What an exaggeration."

Huai Shi sighed, not knowing whether he should be wary or admired.

Just looking at him, I couldn't help but want to draw my sword.

The device that seemed to be a signal shielding device was held casually in the hand of the old man. When he noticed Huai Shi's gaze, he displayed it without any care.

"Don't be nervous, the blocking is only one-way, I just want to have a good chat." Solomon said: "You don't want to have people interrupt you when you are talking, right? It's very annoying..."

"To be honest, I don't feel like I'm here to chat."

Huai Shi carefully measured the distance between each other to ensure that the other party was within his attack range.

The man in front of me is very strange.

He didn't have any hostility towards him, but his intuition kept reminding him of the threat of the other party.

"Are you a participant too?" he asked.

"Although it is, I have no interest in this kind of playing house game." Solomon said: "I am here for the real future, Huai Shi."

He said: "For the future of the current situation."

After hearing this, Huai Shi couldn't help but want to laugh, "Many crazy people I know say this. It's hard for me to tell whether you are one of them."

“There are enough crazy people out there, making sane people look like crazy people.”

Solomon reached out and took out a bottle of eye drops from his pocket. He opened his eyelids and poured two drops into it. He blinked and a trace of blood-colored drops fell from the corners of his eyes.

"What do you think of the current administration, Huai Shi?"

He said to himself, without waiting for Huai Shi's answer: "I don't like it very much. I hated it so much that I wanted to vomit from the beginning - it's like children playing a game, you pull me, I pull you You, sitting in a flower house playing some innocent games.

Corrupt, slow, bloated, waffling, lagging, and scheming... Such a ridiculous and meaningless redundant structure has no meaning in existence.

Reality school? Border faction? Sovereignty? Unionists? Republicans? Everyone is eager to speak, express their opinions, and prove that they are for everyone, but the chatter will only be drowned in the noise.

There are already too many voices, Huaishi, and too many concerns. Perhaps the beautiful illusion has been maintained for too long, so that they have forgotten: how difficult it is to continue to exist in this world, and how tragic it is to pay. cost.

No, to be precise, they probably don't care. "

He said, "It's just, 'It doesn't matter.'"

Solomon paused for a moment, stared at Huai Shi with his gray eyes, and suddenly asked: "But, isn't this wrong?"

At that moment, a chill like a gleam on my back suddenly burst out.

Huai Shi has drawn his sword.

Even if he didn't do anything.

He just showed his true face.

Like a selective beast tearing off its shackles, he propped himself up from the chair and stood in front of Huai Shi. Ignoring the sword that could penetrate his heart at any time, he asked softly: "What do you think? ?”

"..."

Huai Shi thought for a long time: "I think...it's okay?"

There was still silence in the headphones, and Ai Qing's voice could not be heard.

Huaishi sighed silently.

This makes it difficult for tool makers to do it.

He really didn't want to kill a general who was in charge of the bureau without authorization, while the other party's military rank was clearly hanging on his shoulder.

"Old sir, I'm sorry, could you please stop acting rashly?" He politely advised: "To be honest, I'm just here to be a thug.

I really don’t want to get involved too much in the affairs of the governing bureau. "

Don't you think this is a coincidence?

You are a general, and so am I.

We generals should not embarrass the generals, we are all our own people.

"That's really strange, Huai Shi. From the perspective of camp, you should be on my side, right?" Solomon stared at the sword indifferently: "Or is this the arrogance and confidence of the Utopia?"

"pity--"

"I'm not going to take the advice," he said.

At that moment, the iron light of lightning and wind burst out from Huai Shi's eyes.

It was unimaginable how such an aging body could wield such a violent and sharp sword at this moment.

He didn't even see clearly how the ceremonial sword on Solomon's waist was unsheathed.

too fast.

It is different from Fiore's extreme speed, but it uses pure power to move the steel without any skills, and violently shakes Huai Shi's ultimate intention.

Now, Huaishi finally understood...how the sublimated person guarding the door died.

A sword between the two.

The neatness is scary.

But without the existence of a soul, what is this?

Ultimate intention?

Or something else?

No matter what it is, is it too powerful?

"It seems that I have earned myself the qualification to continue speaking."

Across the gap formed by the interlacing of sword blades, Solomon raised the corners of his mouth, sheathed his sword nonchalantly, and turned to look at the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking through countless sights, he calmly spread his arms.

"You can all see it, right? Do you all know me?"

Across the surveillance screens, he looked down at everyone with disdain: "My name is Solomon, I come from the legion, and I come from the battlefield we are going to.

I'm here to change everything.

I, Solomon, hereby assert my claim—"

Just like making an announcement in front of the forerunner meeting, he told everyone unabashedly: "I want to destroy everything that is now rotten and bloated, I want to build a brand new bureau, and I want to gather all the people who can better protect The power of this world!”

"The war has gone on for too long, everyone! There have been too many deaths and sacrifices, too many indifferent spectators and despicable delays!"

He said: "All this must change!"

“It’s not just about taking over the current situation and implementing comprehensive military control, it’s also about abolishing the central decision-making room, completely restructuring, and creating a new type of Ascended Management Act, even if it means completely lowering the Sea of ​​Silver!

We must fully use this soul from all mankind to defend the current situation! "

The deep voice echoed in the silence, enveloped the entire London through invisible radio waves, and even spread to the entire current situation.

The countless eyes that were cast here were stunned.

Unbelievable, such a crazy plan...

"How about it, Huaishi, do you want to come to our side?"

Solomon turned back and asked Huai Shi: "If we can succeed, even if we try our best to help you revive the ideal country, with the power of the commanding bureau, it will definitely not be a problem."

Huaishi said nothing.

A silent sigh.

for a long time……

"Mr. Solomon, the kingdom of heaven should not be built on hell." Huai Shi shook his head: "I cannot tolerate you turning the command bureau into a military government, nor can I allow you to turn the current situation into your own military camp.

Your plan will only drag the current situation into the abyss. "

"The last place that dragged the current situation into the abyss was called the Utopia. Aren't you the ones who do whatever you want for your own purposes?"

Solomon sneered: "What? Is your Utopia only allowed to regard the current situation as its own property and manipulate it at will?

Or is it that someone has stipulated what the current situation must look like?

What do you hope it will be like? A paradise where pain and war are forgotten? Stop joking and stop being so presumptuous!

Face the reality, Huaishi! "

"We live in an unsinked hell, and we must fight for the war that will come tomorrow! Or should we only allow the legions to sacrifice endlessly for the peace and joy of others?

Year after year, hundreds of years later, mountains of bones pile up, and the dead are borrowed from each other, but no one remembers them. To this day, obituaries and death notices are still the most sent to the front line! "

Solomon roared angrily: "Are our lives the only ones worthless?"

The blood and death wrapped around the soul seemed to be burning, and the mad flames rose like a wounded monster neighing.

Waves of regret.

"Are you listening?!"

Solomon looked down at the world outside the window and told everyone: "Whether it is the Administration, the Astronomical Society, or others... give up those beautiful illusions and false dreams, gentlemen, all power must serve survival.

To survive in the abyss, without strength, nothing can be done!

People who hear these words, no matter where you are, whether you are poor or mediocre, if you agree with me, come to me!

Let's change all this with our own hands! "

Solomon raised his right hand made of steel and flesh and clenched it tightly: "One day, I will let those who truly bleed, sacrifice and sacrifice for this world decide the future of everything!"

In the brief silence, the sword blade clanked in Huai Shi's hand.

In his hands, virtue and resentment trembled violently, and it was difficult to restrain them.

"This is no longer the scope of change, general." Huai Shi warned: "Do you really know what you are talking about?"

"Of course, Huai Shi."

Solomon laughed mockingly, "Just think of it as a military coup."

He reached out, picked up the old military cap from the table, and put it on his head solemnly and seriously, "Isn't this the only thing a so-called soldier can do?"

Huaishi lowered his eyes and sighed silently.

finally……

Because at that moment, he finally heard clearly the sound of the piano rising from the square.

It was a solemn and sad elegy.

——Funeral March!

Through radio interference, Francis conveyed the order from Ai Qing in this way.

Huaishi, kill him!

The conversation between the two stopped abruptly at that moment.

The screams of resentment and virtue followed the solemn melody of the funeral march, drawing interlaced lights from the air, approaching instantly, leaving only two interlaced iron lights in the air, stretching forward.

Then, it stopped abruptly.

From Huaishi's merciless attack in an instant, Solomon drew his sword again with an expressionless face, and the terrifying power reappeared in his hands, from the sound of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!

On his body, countless souls of the dead roared towards Huai Shi.

It made his hair stand on end!

And in that moment, he finally understood.

Solomon was not an ascendant, he did not possess a soul.

However, people with souls place their last possessions on him.

But how many are there?

How many dead souls?

How many remaining soul fragments of despair and whining can form such a horrific scene that makes even Da Siming feel sad?

And how much pain must we endure and how much maddening pressure must we bear to preserve everything about the deceased so completely?

"Give up, Huaishi."

Solomon blocked the slashing blade and gave a heartfelt advice: "Even if you draw your sword against me, I don't want to fight with you. The Lattice Team, the Mark Action Team, the 4th and 6th Companies, those who are with you Those who have fought will always be grateful and grateful to you until the end.

You are the one who can protect this world. Even if you deny me, there is no reason to die in this ugly fight. "

Those words made Huai Shi freeze on the spot.

But after realizing who he was talking about, he couldn't help but laugh angrily.

"how about you?"

Huai Shi gritted her teeth and asked, "How do you treat the world they protect?"

"Isn't this just to make their sacrifices worthwhile?!"

Solomon asked back: "Haven't you ever felt it, Huai Shi, helplessly watching, the despair of watching one companion after another die?"

He said: "This should all end here!"

boom!

At that moment, a terrifying shock swept through the entire Sanye Building.

The sound of explosions erupted.

Right at the feet of Huai Shi, on the sixth floor, amid the turmoil, a man wearing a pig-head mask was half-kneeling on the ground. He raised the heavy gun in his hand and locked onto Huai Shi's position from a distance across several floors.

There was no breathing or pulse fluctuation, it was as stable as a rock.

"Fire."

Following the command in the headset, the T3 team showed its fangs!