With the "click" sound of the door lock being fastened, the "Blood Puppet" was completely isolated from the world.
The place he was in at the moment could not be said to be good or bad. According to his current position and ability, even if he was imprisoned, he would not be put in an ordinary dark underground cell.
However, the impact of his impulsive behavior was not very good, and the members of parliament naturally did not intend to let him experience detention like a vacation.
As a result, after a stalemate, he was eventually locked in this room.
A bed, a small square table with a pen and a stack of manuscript paper on it, and a radio in the corner.
This is the environment that the "Blood Puppet" will have to adapt to in the next few days.
There is a crude sewer system in the corner, and two meals a day are delivered through the gap in the door.
There is a window next to the bed that has no curtains but has a guardrail, through which you can see the sun outside starting to set.
Compared to an ordinary cell, this seems more like a place where mental patients should be kept.
The "Blood Puppet" lay on the bed in a daze for a while, then forced himself up.
He staggered down from the bed and came to the small square table, but not to write down what had happened.
He expertly turned on the radio, and a soothing electric sound came out of it.
Fortunately, this thing is not broken yet.
After tuning to the channel mentioned by his teammate, "Blood Puppet" heard the familiar voice of the announcer.
Obviously, the humanity that has just achieved victory needs a grand celebration, and tomorrow's awarding ceremony can serve as a release for these emotions.
The warm-up has already begun in the current broadcast. "Blood Puppet" listens carefully to those meaningless words, but a hint of anticipation arises in his heart.
As he was about to turn forty, he seemed to have finally found another person whom he could trust with his life.
I hope he doesn't disappoint.
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9:30 AM, November 13, Year 52 of the New Era.
The largest auditorium in Hope City is located near the spire in the inner city.
Fortunately, the war caused by the last invasion of the fifth-level griffins did not destroy this building. The reason for building such an auditorium less than one kilometer away from the spire was to facilitate certain actions of the parliamentarians.
Not everyone is qualified to enter the spire, and those who are being awarded the honor for the first time may cause unnecessary trouble if they rashly enter the building.
So this building came into being, but the funny thing is that in the thirty years after its completion, no member of parliament came here in person to participate in the awarding of honors as a member of parliament.
Generally, awarding of honors would be held in small auditoriums in various urban areas or in the military, while slightly more formal ones would be held here. However, among those who used to sit in the center, the person with the highest authority was Wencheng.
The auditorium was put under martial law as early as last night. On the one hand, it was because several members of the Immortal Faction were already unable to move and they could not let others see their ugly behavior.
On the other hand, it is for their safety. Although no member of parliament has ever been assassinated by someone other than other members in the past few decades, some necessary measures are always necessary.
As for the seating arrangement of the crowd, perhaps Sharma also felt that his yellow-haired behavior was too bullying, so he backed down a little and accepted Zhong Ding's opinion.
The five members who were unable to stand up to complete the awarding of honors sat in the center, while the members from their inherited factions who were able to award honors sat around them.
This act of giving up the C position did not make Matthew and others feel kind at all. They felt that this was what the younger generation should do, and finally just snorted in response.
Sharma was not angry about this. After all the operations, although Matthew and his team won face, Sharma and other inherited factions won the substance. How can a win-win situation not be considered a win?
The awarding process has also been communicated to the staff of various departments.
If the yellow-haired guy comes first, he will be awarded the medal first.
If he comes last, treat him as the finale. In a word, when Huangmao comes, everyone else should give way to him, at least give him enough face.
So when the time came to ten o'clock, the auditorium was already full.
Apart from the ten congressmen sitting in the center of the front row, there were three circles of their people outside, and outside of them were the inner city officials who were qualified to watch the ceremony and the heroes who were about to receive medals.
It’s just a pity, or rather it’s natural that the yellow-haired man did not appear here.
Maybe he wants to be the finale?
The congressmen thought so and found excuses for Huangmao's unexplained absence.
After Matthew's most skilled host delivered some useless nonsense, the much-anticipated ceremony finally began.
At this moment, millions of residents of the City of Hope, from the inner city to the outer city, gathered around the broadcast and collective projection, waiting for the exciting moment.
Because of Huangmao's absence, the order of awarding honors was smoothly changed from the predetermined high to low to low to high.
Groups of soldiers and super-powered people who were not on the first battlefield took turns to go on stage. Many of them were even carried up, which shows how fierce the previous battle was.
They also naturally received the applause and encouraging eyes from the councillors, who were the highest authorities in Hope City, but the honor of being awarded by the councillors themselves did not belong to them.
Every time a medal of a certain level is distributed, an inspiring speech will be heard by everyone.
Finally, after the gold-plated medals were distributed, the last round of awarding honors finally began. The auditorium, the inner city area and even the entire Hope City became visibly agitated, and the atmosphere seemed to be about to reach its indescribable peak.
As if in response to the growing cheers, a blond figure dropped from the sky outside the auditorium.
The soldiers guarding the door had already anticipated who the visitor was, and when they saw the man's kind gaze, they all made way.
Accompanied by bursts of cheers, everyone in the room understood what had happened.
At once, countless pairs of eyes and more than a dozen cameras turned to focus on the figure walking into the main hall. Even the congressmen whose muscles were almost completely paralyzed turned their heads to look over.
On the stage, the host spoke out the lines he had prepared immediately after a moment of astonishment. His professionalism prevented him from getting stuck, but as he watched the person getting closer and closer, he always felt that there was a subtle sense of disharmony about the other person.
Where exactly is it?
The host was reciting the lines mechanically while thinking.
However, the moment he realized what was wrong with that person, his tongue still twitched subconsciously and produced a substandard syllable -
Why is he dressed like a congressman?
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