Helei stepped forward, took out a fiber note from his left chest, looked at the handwriting on it, and read it in a deep voice: "Mu Fei, Liu Yucheng, Neo, Fan Yong...... Those named remain for investigation, and the rest of the Small-Eyed combat force members must evacuate the planet's surface within half an hour. ”

His gaze crossed the iron ruler-like shoulders of Madman Li and looked at the gray sky

"The receiving ship of the fleet is about to land. ”

Nine names were named in the Joint Investigations Unit and asked to stay, along with six senior investigative officers and two commanders of the Small-Eyed Special Operations Unit, in addition to Director Berry. These people were all involved in the investigation of the NTR troops of the new 17th Division, and directly planned that cold-blooded and shameless framing.

The new 17th Division did not accept Director Berry's request to surrender to the gendarmerie headquarters, but forcefully demanded that they remain under their own scrutiny, and some of the hidden implications gradually became clear, and the officers of the Joint Investigation Department finally understood why Director Berry had behaved the way before.

A dangerous atmosphere permeated the room, slowly and refreshingly flowing along the edges of the cold steel mechs and gun maples, as if to freeze all the heat and noise, Director Berry's face turned slightly pale, looking at the face of the madman Li, and the fingers hanging down the side of his pants trembled slightly.

He is afraid that it does not mean that everyone in the department is afraid, the joint investigation department has rare high-level authority, directly responsible to the president and the joint staff meeting, and has never encountered any real challenges in the officialdom and judicial circles of the capital star map over the years, especially those high-ranking officials from the Charter Bureau, who have long been accustomed to standing on the highest hillside with indifference, looking at the objects of their own scrutiny such as the winter yellow antelope.

Neo, who is named in the pastor's name, is one of them.

After graduating from university, he went directly to the Charter Bureau, except for the Joint Investigation Department, who had been in contact with ordinary federal society for the past three years, he had been working in that mysterious institution, and had bathed in the splendor of the sacrosanct Charter for too long, and it was natural to form the concept that Charter Bureau officials were also sacrosanct.

He walked past Director Berry, looked at the face of Madman Li, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I can't stay as you ask, because my marriage and personnel relationship is still in the Charter Bureau, although Xiao Li, Master Li, your family background is amazing, but I think you still don't have the authority to arrest Charter Bureau officials." ”

The expression was a smile, and he said sorry, but in this situation, he said this kind of interpretation, and there was a pride and contempt from the inside out.

The mysterious and powerful Chartist Bureau is the cornerstone of the entire Federation, and no matter how powerful the government is, it will not dare to go against the will of this institution, and even the Parliament Hill and the Presidential Palace must show enough respect for this existence.

This is a tradition or rule that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and even the federal military has to abide by it with some scruples, watching those technical officials stay in the base like uncles, directing the restructuring and activation of the charter network with contempt.

In countless years, only a few years ago, Xu Le, who had the highest authority among the thief ships in Yuantan Prefecture, had been arrogant to the entire Charter Bureau once.

In today's base G3 area, who has the authority to deter the Charter Bureau?

At the edge of the pit in Donglin, Feng Yu once educated Xu Le, and in the wetlands on the outskirts of the capital, he also once instructed Xu Le, although the glory of the charter is powerful, and the authority is terrible, but it is people who implement the charter after all, which means that the upper limit of the glory of the charter depends on the upper limit of the ability of the executor.

Crazy Li didn't know that the uncle who had fought against the glory of the charter all his life had a fairly precise design for this situation, and he simply and simply implemented the highest rule in the army: whoever has a gun is the boss.

So he raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at the Chartist named Neo, his face expressionless

Pull the trigger.

With a crisp gunshot, a puddle of blood suddenly erupted from the back of Neo's head, and then a deep blood hole slowly appeared between his eyebrows, like a monster's stunned third eye.

With a muffled thud, the body of the charter bureau official fell to the ground like a sack stuffed with graphite ore, and stiffened after a moment.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the base, not very loud, but the eardrums of the four or five hundred people who shook were a little numb, and their minds set off a storm.

The officers and men of the new 17th Division did not expect to see this scene, but after the shock subsided a little, they immediately felt unprecedented pain, for the sake of those brothers who died innocently in the southwest theater, and for the blood of these insidious censorship officials.

Hua Xiaoji in an NX mecha in the northwest corner carefully watched the movement between the fields through the optical system

Quiet, the corners of her lips grinned slightly, and she laughed silently.

In the division headquarters, Madman Li once said to them that if they want to be the commander of the new 17th Division, they must be ruthless enough to become a real member of the new 17th Division, and the dead Chartist Bureau official is a clear proof of this: it turns out that this is called ruthlessness.

With just two words, a high-ranking Charter Bureau official turned into a cold corpse under the gun of Madman Li, and the feelings of the elites of the small-eyed troops were naturally the opposite of those of the new 17th Division.

Most of them looked at Madman Li in horror and inexplicably

face, trying to find a trace of violent or perverted emotions on the face of this young division commander, but could not find anything, just calm or indifference.

A handful of the Small-Eyed Troop elites, who had not yet been disarmed, tried to pick up the guns at their feet under this mental shock, only to hear a sudden vibration in the air behind them, piercing their backs like steel needles.

Dozens of black A-armor slightly adjusted their posture like cold steel giants, the fuselage leaned forward, and the Darling cannon on the mechanical arm began to rotate at high speed at the same time, and the terrible humming sound was superimposed in one place, which was extremely terrifying.

The posture of the new 17th Division is very clear, if the small-eyed special operations unit dares to fire back at this time, then the mecha group that occupies an absolute advantage will definitely not mind cutting them all into pulp because of tens of thousands of bullets thicker than the hand board.

Director Berry was cold.

From the moment Madman Li stepped out of the military vehicle, this well-known conspiracy expert official, who had terrified countless bigwigs in the federal government and all walks of life, began to feel fear and cold, until at this time, the cold penetrated his chest and abdomen, occupied his back, and began to make those beads of sweat gradually condense.

At the beginning, he didn't understand why the new 17th Division was unwilling to talk to him, why did Madman Li ignore him, and then he figured out, who would want to talk nonsense with a mortal person?

The new 17th Division broke into the base where the Federal Commander Gao was so frantically not to make the joint investigation department hang down their noble and proud heads, but to directly cut off their heads

Do they not need to investigate, they do not need to interrogate, they do not even have a single charge, they do not need to rely on torture to extract some evidence, or to falsify some evidence?

Director Berry glared at the madman Li not far in front of him, as well as the officers and soldiers of the New 17th Division who were in a state of excitement and danger around him, unable to understand this phenomenon that violated his aesthetic and political ideas.

Under the threat of death, his slightly trembling right hand reached out to his waist in a controlled manner, almost touching the handle of the gun.

At this point, everyone in the audience was sure of a fact, a cold, cruel and undeniable thing: the nine people who had just been named by Heray would definitely be bloodily killed by the new 17th Division today.

One of them was dead and fell to the ground.

Two of the people named were the commanders of the small-eyed special operations unit, and as soldiers with equally strong mental and physical strength, they were unwilling to die like this, and in the face of this cruel prospect, their eyes drifted to the field.

Everywhere his eyes fell, several commanders' diehard stares at the ground under their feet, seemingly without any communication, but suddenly their bodies tightened, and they pounced out like a vicious tiger, holding the military thorn that was drawn out at some point.

Their goal is to be at the forefront of the Lunatic, as long as this person is subdued, the Small-Eyed combat force can regain control of the current situation, or at least have room for bargaining, and should be able to save the commander's life.

Several tiger shadows pounced, in exchange for a few crisp bursting sounds.

These guys, who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, were struck by a leg of lightning, and they were shocked more than 20 meters away, vomiting blood and falling into the dust, not knowing life and death.

Kill them like fierce tigers, and then turn into a few sick cats, that's because the young division commander they attacked is the real tiger, a tiger that grows up on the iron-blooded battlefield with the breath of Xilin's thin tiger in his chest and abdomen.

Madman Li retracted his right leg expressionlessly, turned his head and stared coldly at Director Berry's face, without looking at his hand stretched out to his waist, but his gaze gradually became violent and burned, and he whipped it like a fire whip.

"Kill us, how do you explain to the whole Federation?" Director Berry asked in a trembling voice, "Even if you are a Li madman, no one can protect you." ”

"That's my problem, of course I came to the base with troops to kill you, do you expect it

I'm going to send you to a military court, and by the way, I'm going to instill the spirit of the rule of law in the officers and men of the troops?"

Madman Li said: "As I said just now, the way soldiers solve problems has always been more violent and direct, let alone me. ”

Area A was silent, or rather deadly, and when the new 17th Division entered the base, it was as if all the federal forces had vanished into the air, and all the heavy firepower weapons seemed to have failed at the same time.

Director Berry looked in the direction of the headquarters, knowing that some people were watching this scene indifferently in the dark, he knew that no one would come to save him, and fell into real despair, and then turned back to see the whip-like gaze of the madman Lee.

As if burned by the high temperature in his eyes, his right hand uncontrollably grasped the handle of the gun, and jerked it out and aimed at the body of the madman Lee.

The second gunshot of the day rang out

Wisps of green smoke were rising from the muzzle of the gun in the hand of the madman Li, not to pity Director Berry who was sad in a pool of blood on the ground, but to pay tribute to those comrades-in-arms who should have died on the battlefield but died at the hands of villains.