Chapter 467: Adjusting Lawyers

The Persian region was once the capital of this country and the location of the Roman army.

There was a commotion outside the tent, but there was silence inside the large tent.

All the curtains in the conference room were closed. In the darkness, a ray of light shot out from the projector and shone on the screen, showing the complicated resume from the other side.

The top generals of the garrison in Persia, the commissioners from Constantine and even the envoys of the Praetorian Guard, as well as capable senior law enforcement officers sat behind the table and listened to the explanations of the intelligence department.

"This is the goal of our joint operation, and it is also the biggest factor of instability in the entire southern Persia."

The messenger stood next to the screen, pointed at the blurry silhouette that emerged between the files, and said solemnly: "For a long time, he and his integrated front have been entrenched in the southern mountainous area, causing us huge trouble. Because of his reasons, international oil prices fell by six percentage points in April last year. And he has caused more than 100 billion dinars in losses to the garrison, and nearly 600 garrison personnel have died directly or indirectly."

"Have you not tried bombing?" Constantine's commissioner asked.

He is not a layman commanding an expert, but represents the Senate to ask questions to the garrison, and everything must have a clear and definite answer.

Why would such a person become a serious problem for the empire?

Thanks to this guy's constant attacks, the budget for the garrison is constantly increasing every year. At the same time, and more importantly - after a long period of political wrangling, there are vague proposals for troop withdrawal circulating in the Senate. .

For oil, Rome has been consuming the same land with Russia for too long.

Both sides were getting tired.

"It is difficult for us to determine where they are." The commentator replied: "The Integrated Front has a very close connection with the local forces, and the whereabouts of the person in charge are so erratic that we cannot even determine his identity until now.

No one knows his original name or where he comes from. We only know that four years ago, he appeared in Baghdad, walked into a restaurant, gave a speech on the spot, and was welcomed into the restaurant by the listeners. He came home and offered all his possessions to ask for his guidance, but he took no money from him. Instead, he traveled throughout Persia and preached.

At first we thought he was just a charlatan and a liar, but by the time we realized it, a brand new terrorist organization had taken shape in the Baghdad area. Everyone follows him fanatically, believing that he can bring new order to the land. What happened later is as you can see from the report, he continuously caused us huge losses. "

"Have you considered the surrender plan?" the envoy of the Imperial Guard asked.

This group of members of the Roman Empire's secret service is best at this set of dirty things. While soldiers fought and died on the front lines, there were countless reconciliations between them and drug kingpins.

"If it had been useful, things wouldn't have become what they are now." The narrator sighed: "Most of the envoys we sent had their ears cut off and were sent back, and there were even more serious ones who never came back."

"Killed?" The commissioner of the Senate frowned.

"No, it's more of a shame than that."

The narrator's expression was gloomy: "They rebelled, abandoned their motherland, and chose to stand against the citizens."

"Another Lawrence of Canaan?" Someone below laughed softly, "Even if there is no information, doesn't this person have a name? How should others call him? A mysterious man?"

You know who?

A joke that makes people laugh.

"——Tune the lawyer."

After a brief silence, the narrator said indifferently: "Everyone calls him the tuner, thinking that he will get everything back on track just like adjusting the tone of a piano."

"Sounds really elegant." The commander who just sneered raised his eyebrows: "Unfortunately, that's the end of it."

"This is your mission, Lord Red Glove."

The general of the Persian garrison made a voice: "We have determined the current location of him and his confidants through internal intelligence. There are only two of them. They are far away from their own troops and subordinates, which is when they are at their weakest.

Your mission is to bring him back intact. I want to keep him alive, do you understand? "

"Capture the lawyer alive?" the special forces captain with the internal codename Red Glove asked, "Is it necessary?"

"Why not?" the general asked back: "If we can hold the mediator in our hands, the integrated front can become a sharp blade in our hands...a sharp blade to deal with the Russian alliance, do you understand? This time there is no room for error in the description."

"I know."

Red Gloves stood up slowly, picked up the mission briefing given to him, put on his gloves slowly, and saluted the officers present: "We will go all out."

The general stood up and said, "For Rome."

"Well, for Rome."

Red Glove turned around and walked out of the conference room.

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

The elite team composed of the Imperial Guard and the law enforcement officers waited quietly, standing in the harsh sunshine like ghosts.

About to dissipate in the rising heat.

.

When Red Glove woke up again, he felt that the world was hanging upside down.

He was hung in the air, dying.

In the darkness, the only sound was his labored breathing.

The elites selected from all over Rome, the elites jointly created by the Praetorian Guards and law enforcement officers, those ghost-like soldiers have all turned into ghosts at this moment.

Incredible...in the hands of a woman.

Yes, a woman.

Everything went smoothly at the beginning. They broke through the village and came to the lawyer.

When the man raised his hands and surrendered, everyone ignored the woman behind him.

That trusted assistant who exudes a harmless aura.

Let her walk within ten steps with her bare hands.

At that time, they didn't know what kind of monster had stepped into their hunting ground.

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

Unbelievable...

Now, that woman's gentle face appeared in front of him again, causing his breathing to almost stop in fear.

"Xiaoxian, you scared him."

Next to me, someone sighed helplessly in Dongxia dialect, "Why is there only one person left alive?"

"It's easy, there's nothing we can do about it."

The person known as Xiaoxian raised her hand, gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and then raised the plate in her hand with a smile: "I just made dinner, do you want some?"

"Stop teasing him, and don't feed my prisoners that kind of poisonous food."

"Didn't I catch this?"

Xiaoxian argued.

"Now, it's mine."

The low voice gradually came closer, mixed with the sound of chairs dragging on the ground.

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

The thin and upright body was like a notch, wedged deeply into the eyes of Red Gloves. Such a calm and solemn posture was unforgettable after one glance.

What was more eye-catching than his temperament were his dark eyes, which seemed to be burning with will-o'-the-wisps. He has long black hair, but it is mixed with these unsightly wisps of gray, which makes it look even more aged.

It can be seen that the face that was once handsome and dignified has now become so majestic and cold that people dare not look directly at it.

Dark eyes and black hair?

A Roman?

Immediately, Red Glove reacted and glimpsed the original color through the bronzed skin tanned by the sun. Because of this, he became even more sluggish.

Asian? An Asian?

"First meeting, Lord Red Glove."

The man known as the tuner sat in front of him, stared at him calmly, and introduced himself: "You can call me the tuner, a... traveler who just happened to pass by."

It's like telling a joke, but it makes people laugh.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you or torture you - none of the things you Romans like will happen to you."

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

Originally, everything had nothing to do with me..."

Red Glove meant to sneer, he should have dismissed it.

But when this man spoke, he couldn't help but want to listen. He felt curious and...indescribable attraction.

It was as if someone held up a torch in the dark night and spoke the truth to him.

He should have chosen to commit suicide at that moment.

If he still had any loyalty to Rome.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

He heard the words spoken to him by the man in front of him.

About position, about responsibility, about the country.

There is also about the responsibilities a person should fulfill when he comes into this world.

About how to be a man.

About...justice.

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

Alone.

He is the last survivor of the missing combat team.

The moment he was discovered, he was taken into the infirmary and carefully checked - he was in good health, the Integrated Front people had not abused him, and even his severed hands had been properly sutured and bandaged.

Immediately afterwards, the military commanders conducted repeated inquiries and cross-examinations in the solitary room, questioning him about everything he had ever encountered.

Throughout it all, Red Gloves said nothing.

Just close your eyes.

But when his eyes occasionally open, they appear cold and fanatical, as if they are always ready to sacrifice themselves for the truth.

Eighteen hours later, after harsh torture and various attempts at drugs, the torture officers gave up all attempts on Red Gloves in frustration.

Eight hours later, after a short sleep and eating, Red Glove walked into the conference room - as the messenger of the Integration Front, he met the people he had met before.

"Tell me why you're here, Mr. Red Glove."

The garrison general who was holding the loss report these days said indifferently: "Just like your former colleagues. Tell me, the lawyer's request-what exactly does that madman want to get from us."

"Basic order, clean water, and minimal medication."

Red Glove laughed: "What we want, no, what the suffering people in this land want, is that simple."

I don’t know why, but I feel super HIGH when writing these fictional plots... I speed up, this section won’t take too long, and the next step is Xiao Huai Shi’s advancement.

Also, monthly tickets will be doubled on the 29th, please don’t get excited ORZ