Chapter 369
My Empire Chapter 369
2020-11-03
Chapter 369 370 Misfit"No, we can." said the Guards officer: "Each of you is guilty, guilty of Different sins, I can decide who is right and who should sleep..."
If Chris is here, he will definitely feel that the other party is also someone who has crossed over. Moreover, this officer is estimated to be a protagonist who transmigrates and can write songs in star novels...
"..." And what everyone present said to this guards officer Speechless. They wanted to run away, they wanted to resist, they wanted to beg, but they found it all to no avail.
"If I die! Tomorrow there will be countless newspapers condemning you! Everyone knows that it is the emperor's hand!" The old man who lives here wants to seize the last ray of hope.
"But they don't have any evidence." The officer didn't seem to be in a hurry to order the killing, and explained to the other party with great interest.
Outside the door, the body of the bodyguard whose throat was severed was lying on the carpet with a long value chain. The precious decorative carpets were stained with blood, and the warm blood was soaked. After the carpet, it slowly spreads along the marble floor, and finally penetrates into the gaps of the stone.
Beside these corpses, some guards armed with weapons stood there, motionless as if they were statues.
After training, it can even stop the magician's special operations troops of the Guards, and drive out to deal with these noble bodyguards, which is simply overkill.
In just a few dozen seconds, 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 killed so many famous people in one go, and it's impossible to get out! Emperor Your Majesty also cares about public opinion! When the time comes, he will push you out and be a scapegoat!" fatty The rich man threatened.
"Really? That's very good, it's my honor to die for Your Majesty." The scar on his face turned hideous from the smile, the officer laughed while wearing leather gloves He touched the scar on his face with his hand, and said, "I live to die for Your Majesty..."
Sometimes, it's really nothing for you to chat with such a person mean. The fatty rich man feels very boring now, really very boring...
The middle age person smoking beside him snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand and warned: "I have many friends, when the time comes They will demand a thorough investigation and the Emperor Your Majesty will be involved in this murder! His credibility..."
"Okay! Enough! I have no time to waste with you. Really talking to Your Majesty It looks the same, there is not a decent one." The Scarred officer waved his hand, put away his smile and looked impatient.
With a light wave of his hand, a group of people were escorted into the room by the army soldier. 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 towards the officer of the Guards : "What are you going to do?"
In his opinion, bringing his son over is nothing more than wanting to cut weeds and eliminate the roots. This very ruthless behavior of killing the whole family is really outrageous. bad practice.
Even if it is the emperor of Alanhill, if he is known to do so, he will be boycotted and criticized by many nobles. When the time comes, Chris really loses the support and loyalty of many nobles.
"Aike! Why are you here?" The fatty rich 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? Let's do it."
"What are you going to do?" The old man frowned, then looked towards his son, and then he saw that he had always been filial to his son. Picked up a dainty and delicate pistol.
What makes him desperate is that the black muzzle of the pistol is not aimed at others at this moment, but at him as the family decision-maker...
“ What are you doing? How dare you point a gun at me?" The old man was furious, the veins on the back of his hand supporting the crutches were prominent, and fiercely asked, "You bastard! How dare you kill your own father!"
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry! I'm also for this family...and, father, if you don't kill you, how can the emperor Your Majesty support me in controlling our family's property?" The middle age person was holding a pistol, his face was full of desire look.
He shook the muzzle, made a gesture, and then continued: "Please die! Father! Only when you die can I be a patriarch, and that money can go into my pocket...
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The next second, the sound of gunshots suddenly rang out, this middle age person who was already crazy, shot his father to death, but still had 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 own son betrayed him, without the slightest hesitation shot him to death .
"younger 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 persuaded you a long time ago...you shouldn't be against Your Majesty, it's wrong." The same fat younger brother also pointed his pistol at his big brother: " You are crazy, I did this to protect our family!"
"You crazy! You don't even know what you are doing! You betrayed your family, you..." The fatty tycoon also said As he kept talking, the gunshots rang out there.
"Bah!" A shot rang out, and Fatty fell onto the carpet with a scream, clutching his stomach. He seemed to want to struggle, but was hit directly 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 take your place, and no one will investigate this kind of thing, because everything is reasonable and legal."
"Bah!" Another shot rang out, just now smoking. The rich man fell in 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 army soldiers at the door. They pushed youngster back into the house, letting him cry out in despair.
"I was wrong! I don't want anything! Let me go! I'll listen to you in the future! I'll obey! Can't I? I'll listen to you." The tycoon's composure and pride of the past were gone. He climbed up to the scarred-faced officer's side and wanted 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 aristocratic old man, the officer with a scarred face Reminder.
The old man finally moved. He pulled out the long sword hidden in his walking stick and stabbed the young rich man's chest. 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 looked at the opponent's face carefully: "What's wrong? You want to betray this country... "
In his sigh, the old man made another sword, just piercing the heart of the young rich man, the young rich man twitched twice, and finally lay motionless on the ground.
"It's all recorded?" When these people had finished what they were supposed to do, the scarred-faced officer looked towards the soldier with the video recorder on one side: "Didn't record our people? ?"
"No! Sir!" The soldier replied with his chin up. 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 opportunity at this time..." The Scarface Guards officer coldly said: "From today... remember your identities, I understand. Is it?"
"Understood!" All the relatives in the wealthy family one-knee kneels, bowed their heads and promised: "Long live Alanhill! Long live the Emperor Your Majesty!"
"From the moment you make your decision, you've been a dog of Your Majesty! Whatever Your Majesty asks you to do, you have to do it unconditionally, and if Your Majesty doesn't let you do anything, you will die Can't do it either..." After the Guards officer emphasized a sentence, he gently opened his instructed: "Clean up this place!"
"Yes, we are a dog of Your Majesty!" Those people He quickly bowed his head and said, "We'll call someone here, clean up this place."
"Right! Do you know what to say about the news?" Walking to the door, the knife stopped The scar-faced officer 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 the scar on his face turned his head and looked at the curtains drawn in the room, where there was a gap through which the sun shone into the room—where there was light, it was bright and brilliant, and there was no light. The place is cold and dark.
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 really doesn't fit him. '
There is one more update, which will be presented tomorrow morning.
(end of this chapter)