Chapter 93 Who would send him a letter? It contained power, penetrating thousands of electric currents...

In the 1970s, Zhuo Liangmu just started working as a palace doctor. Like other close officials, he received a secret emergency plan regarding the attack on Isupareso.

In this 30-page plan, they must evacuate the injured as quickly and cautiously as possible. According to the severity of the monarch's injury, there are three levels: minor injury, serious injury and death. In addition, there is a special case -

[Degeneration]: To ensure the safety of the people, please shoot to death.

It is hard to imagine that such rational and cold text was written by Isoparaiso himself.

As the reigning emperor, he had already determined his own fate long ago, always preparing for that day to come, and intended to implement these detailed terms meticulously.

But when it really came, the old emperor's life changed.

The mermaid opened her eyes, confused and unable to see anything. There was a layer of nictitating membrane in his pupils, covering his eyeballs in a grayish manner. That was the first time Bai Ling felt that he was like a blind man.

The mermaid lay on the emergency stretcher, her finger bones were terribly pale, and they were trembling slightly as if she was trying to grab something.

Bai Ling took two steps over, held his hand, and heard him murmur. Bai Ling didn't understand and guessed that it was mermaid language, but he still listened very carefully without missing a word.

Then the bird replied very softly: "I am not in pain."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

"Good night to you too."

There was no farewell in the long-standing plan of Isupareso.

Everyone present turned their heads away in dismay. The bird was caught this time and would definitely not be able to go back. From their perspective, this was a farewell to death.

"Bai Ling, hurry up! I'll block it for you." The captain broke through the blockade and rushed into the scene.

He raised his gun high and aimed it at Lu Hang's solar plexus. They were five meters away, and his hands were steady enough. If Lu Hang showed any intention of resisting, he would be shot through the head.

Lu Hang turned around, lit the cigarette between his fingers, and shook off some dark red sparks. He stepped over the ashes, walked forward step by step, and put his forehead against the muzzle of the gun.

The regiment commander was almost as tall as the Army Air Force pilot. In order to maintain the aiming posture, he had to raise his hand high. After a few seconds, his wrist began to ache.

A silent madness is spreading.

The regiment commander had never seen Lu Hang so indifferent. The light in his eyes seemed to have disappeared. He said:

"shot."

The muzzle of the captain's gun trembled imperceptibly.

This tiny tremor was enough for Lu Hang to make an instant judgment and snatch the commander's gun. Lu Hang was not surprised, nor was he overly upset. His subconscious told him that this was natural. People he had personally trained would always have some delay when facing him.

This is Pavlov's reflex, the commander has it and he has it too.

You can't fool anyone.

Lu Hang looked at the other party's black mask. It was pitch black inside and he couldn't see anything clearly. This time, he raised his gun to threaten: "You are obstructing public service."

"So what?" The regiment leader stood in front of Bai Ling, sneered, and said sarcastically: "Captain Lu has always claimed to be fair and just. If you have the guts, just shoot me to death for harboring a criminal."

Lu Hang said calmly: "I wonder what kind of face you have under your mask."

"A face of disgust."

"Very good. Only by keeping hatred in mind can one sober up and be thought-provoking."

Bai Ling watched the rescue team leave, turned around, and smelled a hint of bondage.

"Why don't you leave?" The regiment commander and Lu Hang said almost in unison.

"I won't leave." Bai Ling picked up the bandage on the ground. It was what was left after the old woodpecker was bandaged. It was a long roll with one end stained with dark blood.

He knew very well that if he resisted the arresting team, it would bring danger to Yu Chen.

He couldn't take the risk.

There is only one chance that Isuparaiso would give up hiding and face the guns - when he wants to give and protect.

In their sight, the bird was silent for a moment, and then said: "At this time, of course I can drive the mecha away, I can ignore it and retreat safely, then what?"

"There are so many cameras and so many eyes out there, they will just see a coward running away from the scene."

The falcon had a resolute look on its face and raised its long neck, not caring at all about exposing its wound. From the deep tooth mark, hot blood slowly seeped out and flowed along the veins, which was both shocking and fascinating.

He said proudly: "They are rats in the gutter, but I am not. I will stand in the light and walk out with dignity, so that when they see my face, they will be terrified and fearful, and even in their dreams at midnight, they will have nightmares about it."

He wrapped the gauze around his neck, roughly wrapped it twice, and tied a tight knot. The remaining piece fell down lightly, hanging on his naked spine.

The dream at midnight is indelible.

Lu Hang looked stunned, and in a trance he thought of someone. When he thought about it carefully, he found that it was not a specific person, but... the glory of the old empire, a touch of dignity that they had gradually lost.

The arrest team escorted Bai Ling out.

It was snowing lightly outside and the sky was quickly turning dark. The cold wind was blowing hard in the dark night and his back was cold, but no one covered him with clothes.

For a moment, he seemed to be back in the snowy night of his childhood. He walked along the curb, with his little arms outstretched, walking alone against the wind and snow. The scarf his mother gave him was blown by the wind, fluttering behind him. Just like at this moment, the blood-stained gauze fluttered behind him, as long as a soul-calling banner.

"He's out!" The crowd at the door began to make a commotion.

They stretched their heads forward, trying to catch the expression of the "criminal", but when the other party raised his face, each of their hearts was shocked for a moment.

So awe-inspiring, so fearless.

He calmly faced countless pairs of eyes, the lenses of various cameras, and cameras piled upon cameras, forming a reflective black wall in front of him.

In the live broadcast channel, someone shouted in shock: "I remember him, he was the one who rescued the little girl on the day of the parade!"

"His game ID is still '打****义.' Hey, why is it blocked by the system?"

“So, this is the downfall of a hero.”

…

People were waiting for him to confess, to weep and repent, or to show the proper fear of death. But he didn't. He was absurdly calm, as if he had already prepared to die.

A reporter took advantage of the opportunity to ask everyone's question: "You have the ability to win the championship, why did you attack the monarch? Aren't you afraid of being criticized by thousands of people?"

Bai Ling was wearing shackles and turned his cold grey eyes: "Afraid? Why should I be afraid?"

The reporter was stunned and added: "You will be hanged."

Bai Ling raised his chin and faced the 30 billion viewers behind the camera. He said: "I am not afraid. People should not be afraid of their government."

At that moment, the contradictions and stubbornness in him, his broken leg and his firm words suddenly had an answer. Although this answer evolves into different forms in the minds of each audience, they all lead to a common feeling:

I feel uneasy.

He rescued the child from under the wheels. He had strength and courage. He did what countless people wanted to do but didn't dare to do, yet he faced death so openly.

Countless people in front of the screen subconsciously left their chairs, and a voice echoed in their minds at the same time: We have to do something...

We have to do something!

From collective silence, there were sparse voices, and finally an overwhelming wave of people calling out his ID name.

Turning a name into asterisks can block the Internet, but it cannot block people’s voices.

An unprecedented riot is about to break out.

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Wild Star, also known as the "Golden Star". This is not because it is covered with gold. The yellow sand and bare vegetation disappointed the first explorer who set foot on it, so he gave it the reverse name in anger to deceive later explorers.

On this distant planet, there is a small convenience store in the desert.

"Hal, Captain Hal, there's an interstellar express for you." A cloud of sand rose up on the path. The short, fat, dark man jogged all the way and was out of breath when he stopped.

In front of the store, someone was wiping the table and looked up displeased: "I told you, don't call me that."

"Okay...Xiao Ha." The postman was forced to compromise.

"How did my letter come from?" Hal was wearing shorts but a long shirt. One of his sleeves was empty, and he was holding an empty iced Coke bottle in one hand.

Selling iced drinks, collecting bottles, cleaning tables, and then returning the bottles to suppliers for restocking is his current livelihood.

You can earn 50 cents for each bottle sold.

I earn 1,500 star coins a month, which, after deducting living expenses, is barely enough to pay taxes to the landlord.

"I won't lie to you, here." The postman wiped his sweat with a gray-black towel, carefully picked up the good-quality envelope from the bag, and said with a smile: "It's sent from the capital planet."

Hearing the word "Capital Star", Hal subconsciously looked into the distance.

Everywhere you look, there are only steaming heat waves, transparent ripples floating in the air, and large areas of cacti growing wildly.

Who would send him a letter?

With a confused mood, he opened the envelope, and a stack of brand new banknotes unexpectedly fell into his rough palm. After a rough count, he found that there were 20,000 interstellar coins.

This is a huge sum of money on the wild star.

Hal's first reaction was that someone had entered the wrong address. But when he rummaged through the envelope and pulled out a heavy handwritten letter, he unfolded it and saw a medal that was so familiar that it made his pupils dazzle. He immediately read the contents of the letter like crazy:

[Dear soldier, this is the Veterans Honor Home, and this is your late allowance compensation. Your glory has never been forgotten. Suffering flows in the past, but hope is always ahead. If you have any difficulties, please feel free to contact us. The mailbox is marked at the corner of the letter - the north light, above]

The postman sat down familiarly and turned on the virtual TV. He glanced at Hal and said in surprise:

"Is this a help from a friend? Great, you can pay off your debt!"

Hal held the money tightly in his hand and said nothing for a moment. At this time, the news anchor's serious report came on TV. The postman watched for a while and judged:

"Oh, they caught new rebels."

The postman turned up the volume, and a clear voice, full of power, penetrated thousands of electromagnetic waves and came to him:

"I'm not afraid. People shouldn't be afraid of their government."

In the desert, a heat wave swept in, blowing up the strands of hair on Hal's forehead. He seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and took hurried steps forward, "bang!" He accidentally kicked over the Coke bottle.

The postman was startled and turned around to ask, "Hey, where are you going?"

Hal walked into the depths of the thatched shop without looking back, waving the envelope in his hand, "Write back."