Sanchez sitting on the sofa was very embarrassed. He raised his sleeve and wiped his nosebleeds, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and just took a puff, he was snatched from him by the person in front of him and fell on the ground. On the ground.

The splash of sparks passed the most dazzling moment in the sky, and then disappeared.

He stared at the cigarette **** for a moment, and a fist pulled him back from some vague thoughts.

He hugged his face and collapsed on the sofa, but soon sat up straight again.

If someone pulls his hair, he will hurt if he doesn't sit upright.

"You lied, Sanchez, you told us it was August 15th, but it was actually the wrong time."

The liaison officer looked at Sanchez with a disappointed expression, "I thought we would become friends, but I didn't expect you to betray our friendship."

Sanchez couldn't help laughing. He looked at the federal people around him and touched the wounds on his face. "You call this a'friend'?"

The liaison officer was not embarrassed. He nodded, "You betrayed our friendship first."

"Before this, we have met all your needs, cigarettes, griffin mushrooms, different and numerous women, as long as we can get them, we will provide you with them."

"But our sincerity has only been exchanged for shameful deceit, Sanchez, I'm sorry!"

The liaison officer glanced at the soldier next to him, who grabbed Sanchez's hand and placed it on the coffee table, and then stepped on it with one foot.

Sanchez struggled, his fist taught him how to be a man again.

His expression has also changed a bit, not as indifferent as before. He even started to explain, "It was like this when they told me, I just repeated the content of the call between Bergao and me."

"And you must have monitored too, or recorded..."

The liaison officer looked at him, and after he had said a lot to explain that he was innocent, the liaison officer slowly said, "Look, you started to explain. This shows that you know what happened."

"You know it, but you didn't remind us that this is betrayal, Sanchez..."

He glanced at the soldier who was stepping on Sanchez's wrist, who drew the pistol from the holster and fired three shots at the back of Sanchez's hand.

The bang-bang gunshots were very intense, followed by Sanchez's tearing cry!

His entire palm was smashed, and even if he was treated with advanced medical methods, his hand would be useless!

Whether it can be grasped in the future is still a question.

The liaison officer did not look at him softly, "This is just to make you understand that we didn't mean to joke with you in this matter."

"This time it's your hand, next time it's your head!"

The Ministry of National Defense has received the news. It is very angry about the earthquake, and Blackstone's security is also very unhappy. All the pressure is backlogged on the head of the liaison officer.

He didn't find the problem in time, and it almost caused irreparable consequences. After returning this time, it was definitely not a reward. It would be nice to be impunity.

He can only transfer his anger to Sanchez, and he really needs to let this **** understand the consequences of lying!

Half an hour later, the special operations team lurking in the capital of Marillo received a new notice-"Birds fly free in the sky."

This means that they will get the maximum freedom, as long as they can assassinate the target, they will be allowed to do anything later!

At this time, Bergao had not fallen asleep, and he was a little uncomfortable.

When people get old, there will always be problems like this, either here or there. These physical discomforts will not have a direct impact on their lives, but they will also have them in the onset. Some fears.

After all, people are afraid of death, and his son just left today, he has an unexplainable anxiety.

For a while, I was worried about whether my son could enter the Federation smoothly, and for a while, I was worried about whether the Federalists would disrupt their talks, or worried that after success here, the Federalists would use the lives of his son's family to threaten him. .

He thought a lot, and when people thought about more things, the sleepiness subsided quickly. He sat on the chair by the window with a glass of wine in front of him, and took a sip from time to time.

The night outside the window is thick, and the sky without industrial pollution is like a transparent crystal, showing the magnificence of the universe to the fullest.

Stars in the sky faintly appear from time to time in the sky. At this moment, Begao heartily sighs for himself and the smallness of mankind, sigh!

He drank the last drink in one gulp, got up and lay back on the bed. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling for a long time, as if he was saying "good night" to himself or someone else. He closed his eyes slowly.

Early the next morning, after six o'clock, he woke up slowly.

After a person gets older, the sleep time will not be so long, but he needs to rest many times.

Generally speaking, Bergao will have a ninety-minute break in the afternoon, which is enough for him.

At this time, the brightness of the sky over the city has changed, as long as the first ray of sunlight pierces the last darkness, light will come.

He stood on the balcony, moving his body slowly while thinking about the next things.

There is another big warlord who has not arrived. He has already called. The people who stayed behind said that their general has been away for some time.

The radio station couldn't reach the warlord, nor did he know what happened.

Seeing that August is approaching, I don't know why, but when August is getting closer and closer, Bergao will become more and more disturbed.

He had a sense of urgency, because he asked Sanchez to tell the Federalists that the date was August 15. In fact, they had reached a preliminary intention almost a month in advance.

Only the final negotiation is left.

A ray of golden sword pierced the eastern sky, the brilliant sunlight looked down on the earth, everything was bathed in golden sunlight.

Bergao took a deep breath, and he made a decision.

Before the last big warlord, everyone's opinions are basically unified. With him and without him, there is not much difference.

Today, things must be settled, and no more than the day after tomorrow at the latest!

He then turned around and headed to the restaurant. At the same time, he asked the butler to tell everyone that if they had no other problems, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, they would announce to the outside world that Marillo had entered a period of unification, and all warlords would be controlled by the central government...

Before the breakfast was over, almost all the warlords knew the news.

To be honest, the President's urgency to announce these things to the outside world makes people feel a little...uncomfortable.

It's not dissatisfaction, just uncomfortable. Although everyone knows that these are fake, the warlords are still warlords, and the central government still can't control them.

But they are still a little uncomfortable. Sometimes the "nominal" thing may not be as affordable as the actual benefits, but it can also affect people's mood.

Most warlords have no opinion on this. Small warlords are not qualified to put forward their own opinions. The benefits of big warlords have been enough, and they don't need to put forward any more opinions.

In other words, a new "era" is coming!

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the antenna came back from outside inquiring about the news, and he drank a few mouthfuls of cold water as soon as he came back.

"There is nothing outside the city, but the Presidential Palace has begun martial law. The distance from the Presidential Palace to the Presidential Manor is full of local police and soldiers. The meeting place may be in the Presidential Palace rather than outside the city."

The commander frowned. This was the one situation he disliked the most. When the plan was to be implemented in detail, he discovered that the intelligence in his hand was either false or false.

He considered it for a moment and looked at the sniper, "Now it is changed to plan C, you are responsible for providing fire assistance..."

In the previous plan, the sniper would be the one who assassinated the president. After the long-range assassination, everyone left together. After all, the environment outside the city was open, but Sanchez's intelligence was not expected to be a complete deception.

This also means that the sniper is not helpful to the assassination. It is impossible for his eyes to penetrate the walls of the presidential palace to see the president. Even if he can, bullets can't.

Fortunately, the value of "thinking a lot" of the federal people played a role at this moment. In another set of plans, assuming that their target temporarily changed their position, when the target could not be directly assassinated through long-range sniping, everyone's arrangement and scheduling would be Changed.

The sniper turned into a fire aid, originally supposed to be a breakthrough player doing dirty work, and turned into an operative mainly responsible for assassination, and the entire team will revolve around him.

The sniper nodded, indicating that he knew that different occasions and targets used different weapons.

In addition, everyone has been assigned a job, and now their first task is to find a way to get into the presidential palace first.

If they can't get in, there is no other way to assassinate the president other than calling for bombing.

And it is not realistic to do that, because it will reveal that the Federation is planning these.

The team is divided into four parts, logistics, support, and two action groups. They will find a way to sneak in and find a suitable location for assassination...

When the commander arranged everyone's tasks, the room became empty again for an instant.

It is already 9:13 in the morning~lightnovelpub.net~ This is almost the time to start working.

Because of its particularity, Marillo lacks light and heavy industries and underdeveloped handicrafts, so the pace of life here has become very slow.

Half past nine, or even ten o'clock, is the time for some companies to go to work.

The working hour of the Capital Sewage Treatment Company is 9:45, and they chose a relatively "non-radical or conservative" time as the start of their work.

The chief designer in charge of the urban sewage pipe network came to the company slowly with coffee. After chatting with the girl the day before yesterday, he entered his office.

Generally speaking, if the city does not continue to expand, he will have no job, but the salary that should be given to him will not be less.

This is a very comfortable job, if... he hadn't got his head held by a gun when he closed the office door, he would feel even more so!