Him and their stars.

Chapter 1819 Old Thief, It's Time to Explain Your Relationship

The Prime Minister of the Guards, who had been holding his head and disguising himself as furniture, finally heard it clearly. Marshal Ferragu's loyalty to his benefactor was real, but his expectations of the young man were of course also real.

He hoped to preserve Mao Yuanzuo's posthumous reputation in his own way, but at the same time he did not want all the rotten, old, and rigid dirt to become shackles for the young man.

He didn't know whether Mao Yuanzuo understood it or not, but he understood it anyway.

Prime Minister Konoe heard Mao Yuanzuo's sigh: "That young man... is really a natural leader. Yes, Paul, if I were you, I would also place my hopes on him. If he could be born fifty years earlier, he would naturally take over Victoria's position and the situation would not have turned out like this."

Marshal Ferragu stared blankly at Mr. Mao, who was talking eloquently. He felt that this was clearly his own line, but after a brief hesitation, his eyes gradually became firm: "Sir, you and everyone present will be imprisoned until the Imperial Army arrives on this planet. Don't worry, you will not be harmed."

Perhaps because he heard that he could still survive, the Prime Minister, who had been disguised as furniture, suddenly stood up again. He couldn't help but look up at the marshal, but saw silent determination.

What is more shocking than its generous determination must be its silent determination.

Prime Minister Konoe was inevitably shocked, and of course he was also obviously confused. He sighed and said, "Paul, you did so many things just to keep us in prison for a few more days?"

Marshal Ferragu did not answer the question directly, but his expression remained calm: "As long as the artillery fire from the Earth and the Moon is fired at the Imperial Fleet, it will be enough to represent the attitude of the Community Central Government towards the war. Once the battle begins, it doesn't matter what happens next."

Indeed, when the shells broke away from the Earth's atmosphere and roared towards the Imperial warships, the Earth's Central Government had already revealed its attitude in front of the entire universe on behalf of the Blue Star Community.

The Galactic Empire had no choice but to fight back. The arrogant and conceited Tirello people had never been one to take insults.

Once the battle breaks out, even if any big shot jumps out and asks people to lay down their weapons, it will be too late.

Although the bigwigs present were pointing their guns, their brains were still connected, and they probably understood what the marshal meant. Or, because politicians are always cunning, they understood his meaning even better than the marshal's soldiers.

This guy is serious and has made up his mind to die. He will not allow anyone to surrender.

As for whether the three billion civilians on Earth and the Moon will be wiped out in the flames of war... To be honest, at this point in the war, the safety of ordinary people has become the lowest priority.

Prime Minister Konoe caught some blind spots and was immediately shocked: "So, President Nishita was not imprisoned by you?"

The Marshal's expression was a little stiff, and for a moment he seemed to be at a loss for words.

However, Mao Yuanzuo said, "This is your real military coup. Paul would never do such a thing. Although he is always misunderstood, he is still a chivalrous man at heart. He values ​​his reputation after death."

Marshal Ferragu smiled bitterly. His old benefactor still knew him well, and could even be called a confidant.

Then, he heard the other party say: "Besides, you underestimate President Nishita. If he were still on Earth, I would not have invited you here today."

He ignored the surprised expressions of the crowd and looked at Marshal Ferragu: "You know, Paul, the reason why I am willing to provide some help in your career is not because of your good skills."

“…Is this my father’s craft?”

“Your father’s cooking skills are naturally good, and he has mastered the essence of imperial court cuisine. But to be honest, even he is only as far away from Brother Liu of Rongxialou as the difference between me and Brother Lan,” Mao Yuanzuo said frankly.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, feeling that the amount of information was a bit too much to digest for a moment.

Of course, the smart people had already guessed something and were shocked, but perhaps because the atmosphere on the scene became increasingly solemn and weird, everyone just sat stiffly in their chairs, with the dullness caused by shock completely frozen on their faces, as if each of them had turned into a living fossil.

At least they didn't scream, which was already very difficult.

Marshal Ferragu tried to reach for his scepter, but felt his arm was a hundred times heavier than before. He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, reached for his waist, and pulled out his pistol with difficulty.

It really looks like a tiger talisman, but it is much more glittering than the original one. The gun is plated with silver, the handle is made of ivory, and the emblem of the Community Space Fleet is decorated with various small gems. It doesn't look like a weapon at all, but more like an antique handicraft, and it is so luxurious that it has no artistic value.

But it can still kill people.

He raised the pistol with difficulty.

Mao Yuanzuo watched the Marshal's actions quietly, as if he were an outsider observing from the sidelines. "Yes, Paul, I chose you because of this scene. Your ancestors made their fortunes by serving the imperial officials in the Governor's Office. Starting from your grandfather, everyone is a smooth talker. You are especially so. You know the general situation, know how to advance and retreat, and know how to play dumb to protect yourself. You are very suitable for official career and economy at first glance. But even so, there is still a resolute side in your bones."

He smiled with satisfaction: "Paul, you are somewhat heroic."

Marshal Ferragu subconsciously wanted to show a look of trepidation. If it were his former self, he would definitely do so, and while being trepidation, he would also express sincerely and sincerely, without losing enthusiasm: All these insignificant little achievements he has made were achieved under your leadership.

This is the world of adults, where everyone is happy. Especially in the world of politicians, people pay more attention to personality than in the entertainment industry. If you want to make progress in such a world, you need to flatter each other.

Marshal Ferragu once thrived in this world. He felt that he would continue to make progress in this world throughout his life.

I really wasted a lot of time!

Marshal Ferragu made up his mind and tried to point the muzzle of the gun at Mao Yuanzuo's temple. He wanted to pull the trigger, but he couldn't move his fingers.

This time he realized that it was not just his fingers that could not make any sound. He couldn't even make a sound.

"You are a hero. In fact, there are quite a few people with heroic spirit in our cabinet. Edward Shawna, Bai Yantang, and the young Madam Yang. Hahaha, I should actually have hope for the Blue Star Community." Mao Yuanzuo looked at Marshal Ferragu, who had nothing to say and whose face turned red, and said slowly: "But, Paul, do you know that Chairman Shawna is dead?"

This is still too much news to digest.

Who is Edward Shawna? He is President Keith Nishita's best friend and think tank, and the chairman of the Internal Affairs Committee of this government. He is in charge of the country's homeland security, intelligence, public security management, and anti-espionage work. The police, internal affairs, intelligence agencies, and even the military police are all under his jurisdiction. In terms of power alone, he is one of the top five superpowers in the country.

Prime Minister Konoe thought that the last time he and Chairman Xiaona had a good chat was three days ago. At that time, he and he had a serious discussion about where the government should flee and seek refuge. Of course, considering that the Imperial Fleet had blocked the cantilever, there was almost no escape route for everyone.

"We are like mice in a bellows... but we have to find a way to give those unscrupulous dragons a few bites."

Even in a desperate situation, he is still full of courage and determination.

However, thinking about how he began to rectify the community's security and intelligence agencies after taking office, clearing out a large number of traitors and guides, and treating the old guard and the comprador party equally. Two years after taking office, the combat effectiveness of the community's national (cat) security agency suddenly became stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If this war had not broken out, Chairman Shawna would have become the most outstanding chief security officer in the history of the Blue Star Community, right?

No, considering that the Cabinet and the General Staff had not been infiltrated by the Empire like a sieve, he might already have been.

Prime Minister Konoe has always felt that if Mr. Shona did not have a cold temperament and did not look like a king and had no one to support him, he would actually be more suitable to be the head of state than President Nishita.

Such a person? Dead?

If someone else said this, it would just be considered nonsense, right? However, if Mao Yuanzuo said it, no one else could help but believe it.

"You killed him? You killed him!" Prime Minister Konoe cried out in a voice that was almost like a scream. Of course, what surprised him even more was that he found that he could still speak.

"If it was really me who did it, there wouldn't be this conversation today. Konoe, do you know why you, as the prime minister, are like this? It's because you lack imagination." Mao Yuanzuo looked at Prime Minister Konoe, whose face was pale, and sighed.

However, when he turned his gaze to the red-faced Marshal Ferragu, his tone was full of regret: "I understand your determination, but the direction is wrong. In fact, I have my own determination. Paul, it's a pity that you can't go with me to the end."

Marshal Ferragu felt a sharp pain in his hand, and the pistol slipped from his grasp, instantly disintegrating into twisted parts and falling to the ground. The golden bullets were scattered all over the ground.

He was pushed back into his chair.

At this moment, the power that seemed to have been frozen in this space suddenly loosened significantly. The soldiers who were trapped and unable to move suddenly regained their freedom. Of course, they immediately realized who the most dangerous enemy on the scene was.

The soldiers turned their guns and pointed them at Mao Yuanzuo.

Marshal Ferragu lowered his eyes, but shouted in a low voice: "Shoot!"

There were only three people who actually pulled the trigger. They were all newcomers in Marshal Ferragu's guard class. One of them was even a second lieutenant in the Marine Corps who had just graduated from the military academy and had a Lionheart Society background.

But in fact, only young people like this dared to take action. The other veterans, even the close friends of Marshal Ferragu, could not do such a thing. Or, it was because they were the Marshal's confidants that they knew more about Mao Yuanzuo's identity and status, and naturally they were in awe of him.

After all, there is a difference between pointing a gun at a boss and shooting him.

However, even if there were only three people, it would be enough. The C11 rifles in their hands were so-called multi-functional electromagnetic rifles. They could be used with or without armor, and they could also be used by soldiers without armor to break armor.

The 9mm caseless bullet was pushed out by electromagnetic force, which was enough to tear the front armor plate of most individual mechas, let alone the thin body of an old man.

After all, these warriors were not psychics. If they really had experience in this area, they would realize that the sudden thickening of the air was fragile, and it was not that the opponent had lost control of the scene, but it might be a flaw, or more likely a precursor to turning defense into victory.

The bullet fell into the invisible vortex and immediately lost its kinetic energy to continue moving forward, as if it was frozen in the air. But then, the airflow that was completely unrecognizable condensed into a fatal blow, hitting the attacker's abdomen fiercely.

The bullets that were suspended in the air fell to the ground sparsely, and the soldiers' bodies flew backwards due to the invisible psychic impact, and were hit on the wall, ceiling, ground, or other congressmen like pieces of paper.

In just a moment, all the soldiers, whether they fired or not, were killed. But it was obvious that it was not just the ordinary soldiers who were destroyed by the psychic shock, but also many congressmen who were affected.

It was not until this time that someone finally screamed.

However, they were still pinned to their chairs, motionless. It was unknown whether their psychic powers were still working or they were too frightened to move.

Mao Yuanzuo stood up for the first time and walked slowly to the side of Marshal Ferragu, who was curled up in his chair, his eyes wide open like bells, but blood was already seeping out of his eyes, and he had already died.

He stood there indifferently for nearly half a minute before turning back to look at the Prime Minister of the Guards: "Wake up Jero, and declare unconditional surrender on behalf of the Blue Star Community Government in your name. Tell the Empire that we will immediately lift all hostile military actions in the Earth-Moon System. Afterwards, we will also notify the entire country and ask all soldiers to lay down their arms."

Prime Minister Konoha murmured with trembling lips and could not speak for a long time. It was not until the special spiritual energy from his waist injected him with spirit that he suddenly regained some consciousness and said in a hoarse voice, "Understood, understood."

He looked at the unconscious vice president still sitting in his chair, then glanced at the corpses all over the room, and felt an almost uncontrollable sadness rising in his heart.

Should we notify someone to come and clean the floor? Just as he was about to say this, he suddenly saw that Mr. Mao Yuanzuo had already looked outside the gate, and his eyes seemed to have become sharper.

Immediately afterwards, the entire mansion seemed to be shaking, as if it had suddenly fallen into a severe earthquake.

This is definitely not an ordinary earthquake? The elderly Prime Minister immediately made such a judgment and uttered a silent wail. He did not know where he got the strength from. With agility far beyond his usual performance, he quickly shrunk under the large rosewood table and squatted down with his head in his hands.

His sight extended from the table to the outside of the house, and he saw three figures appearing in the corridor outside the house. One of the figures, with his back to him, seemed particularly familiar, so familiar that he felt weird.

This, this is not what I should watch!

Of course, Prime Minister Konoe did not immediately recognize the identity of the figure, but the strange sense of familiarity forced him to make such a judgment.

However, before he could make the next move, he heard the girls shouting, "This is not a body outside of the body, but a puppet of the spirit! You old thief Mao! It's time to explain your relationship with the snake!"