Sara

The new city of the imperial capital, the Turo Biotechnology Workshop, is one of the strongholds of the rebel army in the imperial capital.

As early as four years ago, after the mistletoe pharmaceutical company was liquidated, Irina separated her relationship and moved here to continue her work in the imperial capital.

Four years is enough to change a lot of things. The structure of the rebel army is becoming more and more complex, and there are more and more branch factions. Zemel tends to approach his father's style of action, and Sigmund is mainly responsible for dealing with foreign forces. .

She got the latest news that the rebel army has another plan in the empire, which is not in her hands, but needs her to provide intelligence support.

It made her a little uneasy, for herself, for her friends, for her children, for innocent people.

"Mrs. White, someone downstairs wants to see you. He said he has an appointment, but I can't find any information here."

The assistant outside the office knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Irina asked.

"He said his name was Spencer, and he was from the Red Forest."

Irina frowned, got up and turned off the computer screen: "Let him come to the reception room."

A few minutes later, she saw the man who went by the pseudonym Spencer in the reception room.

The other party superimposed a hood and a baseball cap, wearing a mask for pollen allergies, wearing a pair of popular colored frame glasses, a sweater on the upper body, pants and sneakers on the lower body covered with rivets and sequins.

Looks like a trendy young man.

"Long time no see, Irina," he said.

Irina looked at him and looked up and down: "Here are all our own people, you can relax a little bit, Lin."

She calls out the man's real last name, Spencer is just a pseudonym he used to use.

Linshu pulled down his hood and took off his baseball cap, revealing his reddish-brown hair.

After taking off the mask and glasses, the face that should have obvious oriental characteristics was finally exposed. His face has been modified to look like an imperial man with sharp edges and corners. With blue pupils, no one would associate him with the original person at a glance.

What's more, the imperial people are a bit face-blind to the oriental race.

Irina took a deep look at him and sighed, "Do you know that the empire is secretly hunting you?"

"I know." Linshu nodded, if it wasn't for this, he wouldn't have made such a completely different appearance from himself, "I've met him several times."

"Then why do you still come to the imperial capital?" Irina asked.

"Perhaps you can guess why I was hunted down?"

Linshu sat down on the sofa and looked at Irina, "I will come anyway, just for one person."

Irina pursed her lips and shifted her gaze.

"Irina, why didn't you tell me he was still alive?" Linshu asked.

Irina herself was in the imperial capital, and her intelligence network could not have no news about the emperor, but Linshu repeatedly asked her to confirm, and the response she got was that Sakaria Yophasa was gone.

"I didn't deliberately hide it from you." Irina was silent for a long time before explaining, "It was more than a year before we learned that Yofasha was still alive, and we did not find any news about him during this year. "

"I don't have the authority to tell you about this matter, and you are actually not qualified to contact the emperor. After all, you once betrayed the rebel army for him."

"At that time we all thought he was dead, so the fault you committed was not too serious; but if he survived, the seriousness of the matter is completely different."

Linshu listened quietly to Irina's narration. He was irrefutable. To the rebels, his actions could not be considered disloyal.

"At that time, someone proposed to hold you accountable, but Zemel came forward to defend you." Irina continued, "After all, the emperor can be recreated. Even if Yofasa did not go back, the empire will still have the next emperor."

These high-sounding words are just an excuse to exonerate Linshu, but Zemel's prestige is still high, and Linshu's previous achievements can silence some people's mouths.

One of the reasons Zemel marginalized him was also to protect him.

Linshu lowered his eyes, and after a long time, he slowly said, "I should know."

"So what if you know? After that hijacking, the vigilance around the emperor has become higher, and even the information has become more and more closed. Can you hijack him again?"

Irina's tone became much more serious, "Some time ago, the emperor left the palace, and we didn't even know where he went."

He went to Xibo Bay.Linshu said in his heart.

"Besides, he is not the same now as he was four years ago." Irina's voice was much lower, "Two days ago, the emperor made his first public appearance. You should have heard of it, right? It's because of this." Come to me for something."

Linshu shook his head: "No, I found out in a dozen days, because it took me a long time to come in because of the pursuit of the empire."

As for the emperor's first public appearance, he has heard that during the imperial celebration two days ago, the emperor held a short parade on Sun Shadow Lane Avenue in front of the city hall, but an accident occurred midway, which caused the parade to be terminated.

There were no video images of this parade, only sporadic information revealed by the citizens who participated in the onlookers.

For example, the emperor is really young and handsome, and his evaluation of his appearance even catches up with the acting stars.

In addition, some negative comments were wiped out as soon as they came out.

Official news about the emperor is released one after another. For example, the reason why the emperor has not shown up for many years is that he suffers from a disease and needs long-term treatment. middle.

"So, what is your purpose in coming to me?" Irina asked.

"I want to know everything about him." Linshu sat upright, expressing his request earnestly and solemnly, "I hope to see him again."

He thought Yofasa should be living a good life and free, but Yofasa gave him a different feeling in the end.

Yofasha seems to be unfettered, but it seems that he has long been coerced and unable to walk his own path.

In the past, Yofasha had a very strong sense of identity with human beings, so strong that he hated being treated as a different kind by anyone. He longed to be treated like an ordinary person, and hoped that someone would care about him and love him.

The current emperor doesn't seem to care about these things at all, he is indifferent and selfish, he treats other people's lives as nothing, and his behavior is driven by interest.

Yofasha should not be misrepresented like this.Special thoughts...

He had to figure out what Yofasha had gone through, and he had to let Yofasha understand the past feelings.

Now Yofasha is coming from behind the scenes to the front of the stage. If this continues, he will become a tyrant that everyone will fight against. He should be loved by everyone, not hated by everyone.

"I can't tell you the detailed information, but..." Irina thought for a while, "You will probably see it yourself after a while."

"I can show you a video of what happened on the day of the emperor's parade."

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two days ago...

He doesn't think it's a bad feeling because everyone is friendly.

The well-decorated ceremonial car moved forward slowly, and outside the guardrails on both sides of the road were people full of expectations. They passed strict inspections and were not allowed to carry any equipment that might cause harm to the emperor when entering this closed section of the road.

When the emperor appeared seated under the canopy, there was a small burst of exclamation from the crowd.

Everyone knows that the emperor is young, but they don't know that he is so outstanding.

The only emperor of the empire, Zacharias Jehophasa, has long golden hair that is purer than anyone else, his face is like a finely crafted work of art, and the excessive decoration on his dress does not show a single bit of redundancy .

He calmly accepted the scrutiny of countless gazes, and his scarlet eyes reflected the crowd stretching into the distance.

Cannons were fired and musical instruments played.

Someone waved the imperial flag, someone called out his name.

Being good-looking is indeed a great advantage, even if he doesn't do anything, just sitting there, he can reap countless flowers and compliments.

He was a little distracted, but soon came back to his senses because of a little accident.

A girl climbed over the high guardrail in the gap where the guards relaxed their attention, carrying a bouquet of flowers, and her white skirt fluttered.

She rushed to the emperor's ceremonial car, like a girl in Huaichun, with a shy face, holding a bright red blood-like rose, watching their emperor nervously.

The limousine stopped, and some people wanted to clear away the irrelevant people blocking the road.

However the emperor stopped them.

Zachariah Yophasa stepped out from under the canopy, stepped on the clean and clean road, and walked in front of the girl.

The knowledgeable entourage prepared their equipment and was about to take pictures of the emperor accepting gifts from his supporters. If the pictures were taken well, they would be excellent promotional materials.

The girl lowered her head slightly, her ears turned red from nervousness, she mustered up the courage to hand the bouquet to the emperor, her heart was pounding, almost jumping out of her chest.

The emperor's hand reached out to the bouquet.

reached out to her.

He heard a subtle sound coming from the bouquet, which was a sound that ordinary people would never hear.

He saw the girl touch a certain part of the bouquet with a subtle movement, and the next moment, all her shyness, embarrassment, and nervousness faded away, and she was about to grab the emperor's hand.

The kind of grip that won't let go no matter what.

However, the emperor took half a step back, and waved her away with his slender and beautiful hand.

The invisible air current cut the girl into three sections, and each section flew backwards at the same time. Before landing, the bouquet accompanying "her" exploded.

Blood, pieces of flesh, bones, and brightly colored petals fell together, forming twisted and bloody "fireworks".

Screams, growls, and curses followed, and he saw people on both sides in a mess, fleeing away from here, and the guards were pushed and pushed, struggling to maintain order.

Fortunately, no one climbed over the guardrail.

The emperor looked at the pool of blood on the ground, and the girl's white skirt was broken into pieces like hers, blending with the bright red petals without distinguishing each other.

He slowly returned under the canopy, lowered the curtain, and curled up in the darkness.