Him and their stars.

Chapter 1821: The Eternal City in Full-scale Riot

Ten minutes later, the police and fire department from the Lizan District of Yongheng City arrived. Hundreds of firefighters and police silently entered and exited the unrecognizable Mao Mansion, clearing out all the corpses and unconscious senior officials.

They remained silent and efficient throughout the process, their movements so cold that they seemed like a group of robots simply executing a set program.

So, are these really police officers and firefighters?

Prime Minister Konoe inevitably had such doubts, but of course he did not dare to show them. While he was hesitating, he clearly saw a middle-aged man with the rank of Deputy Chief Police Inspector and unrecognizable facial features, strode to Mao Yuanzuo's side, bowed slightly and said: "All sniper teams outside the courtyard have been cleared quickly, and no citizens have been alerted."

Although he was wearing a police uniform, he did not salute, and there was no trace of the disciplined force about him.

"What about the city?" Mao Yuanzuo asked. He seemed not to be prepared for the presence of the Prime Minister and his good nephew listening to him.

The unidentified "police officer" gave a malicious grin and said, "In fact, with the current situation in Eternal City, the citizens don't have time to care about the trivial matters here."

"Very good, you have worked hard." Mao Yuanzuo sat in his original seat and responded in a reserved tone.

"You're welcome. I at least wanted to see more fire, and you succeeded in helping me achieve that." The "police officer" bowed again. He had great respect for the old politician of the Communist Party, but his temperament lacked the aura that a disciplined force should have.

This guy is definitely not a policeman! Prime Minister Konoe said to himself, and then he was sure that he had said something nonsense.

He couldn't help but think of what he heard before he fell into a coma, and the unclear relationship between Mr. Mao Yuanzuo and the snake. After all, he fainted a few seconds late, and probably heard something he shouldn't have heard. He had no other thoughts now, but only hoped that Mr. Mao didn't know this, or knew it but was willing to spare him.

A person like Mr. Mao didn't kill everyone. You can tell at first glance that he is a kind-hearted and generous elder. It must be like this.

May the spirit of the universe bless everything to be accomplished.

Perhaps his prayers were recognized by the spirit of the universe, Mao Yuanzuo smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, get back to work. There will be more places in the future where your efforts will be needed, don't let this great era down."

He seemed to be encouraging young people to go against the current and strive for success. He really was like an honest and kind elder who was full of expectations for the younger generations.

For a long time, Mao Yuanzuo indeed played such a role in the Gongrong Party system. He was the little daddy of all Gongrong Party members and even the financiers behind the scenes. If he was not worried about the excessive underworld atmosphere, he would have been called "Godfather" by everyone.

Now, the godfather of the Communist Prosperity Party showed his usual magnanimity and actually released the man.

Prime Minister Konoe bowed his head tremblingly, and he and Vice President Hierro supported each other as they left. After experiencing so many ups and downs in such a short period of time, even a professional politician like him who had experienced many battles could not bear it.

As a result, Prime Minister Konoe, who is only in his early sixties this year, has overcome the difficulties and hardships that even Mao Yuanzuo, who is nearly a hundred years old, had not experienced.

What comforted him a little was that Vice President Ye next to him was even slower than himself. This guy was only in his fifties, in the prime of his life, and it looked like he was really hit hard.

The "officer" used a sight that ordinary people could not perceive to watch the two people walk out of the door, out of the corridor, and disappear at the corner of the entrance: "Prime Minister Konoe is a smart man, maybe he has guessed my identity."

Mao Yuanzuo said: "Of course he is a smart man, but people who are too smart are actually of little use. We can only use them with discretion."

"Your nephew."

"He's a fool. I'm giving him a chance and I hope he can seize it."

"Just, did you get Miss Past's permission for this arrangement?"

"She will understand. Hibernation is to conserve energy, but if you only know how to hibernate, your stiff limbs will make your mind stiff as well." Mao Yuanzuo stared at the "police officer" and said loudly: "Say hello to her."

Prime Minister Konoe, who had already reached the gate of the mansion, certainly did not hear the last conversation in the house. Of course, he would definitely be glad that he did not hear it.

Me, have I managed to walk to the other side on thin ice and escape?

Although Prime Minister Konoe breathed a sigh of relief, he always felt that he could not completely explain Mao Boss Ye Zi's behavior by being merciful. He felt that he deliberately let him see this scene and then deliberately let him go.

...But, even if that's the case, what can I do? Even if I really become a tool of the boss, at least I'm still alive!

The Vice President and Prime Minister of the Blue Star Community supported each other and walked out of the lobby on the first floor of the Mao Mansion. The busy "policemen" and "firefighters" were doing their own work, and no one paid attention to them, which made the Prime Minister, who was usually surrounded by people, feel uncomfortable.

However, even though he is not used to it, he still enjoys the sense of security of being ignored.

Who knows what kind of monsters these "police officers" are? It is best to keep a distance from them.

When leaving the Mao Mansion, Prime Minister Jinwei saw a familiar figure passing by him, and he subconsciously greeted him. The latter also leaned forward slightly and bowed. His posture, expression and temperament were impeccable. He was still the well-trained and perfect butler who would not show any shyness even when standing in the Longlin Palace.

However, Prime Minister Konoe couldn't help but shudder, and replied with a hasty smile, then he supported Vice President Hierro and quickened his pace, appearing even more panicked than when he faced Boss Mao just now.

Konoe Taro, Konoe Taro, why can't you control your unconcealable suspicion and profound insight? If you continue like this, you will surely die without a burial place!

Vice President Yero was dragged for a few steps by the prime minister who was nearly ten years older than him. He finally felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but said faintly: "This... Brother Jinwei, although uncle has assigned the task, there is no need to be so anxious."

Wow, this guy has become so weird. It seems like he has finally been resurrected.

Prime Minister Konoe looked at the still pale Vice President and said, "I just heard that Mr. Sebastian was shot several times and escaped with the wounds covered..."

Sebastian is the chief butler of the Mao Mansion. Since he is a perfect butler who has received a complete education in imperial court etiquette, it is very reasonable for him to have such a name.

The Vice President said, as if he had seen little. "Oh, is that so? I once saw Mr. Sebastian get hit head-on by a Bo Xiang cannon. Half of his body and head were blown off, but they all grew back."

Isn't this the indestructible King Kong? Although Prime Minister Konoe didn't understand psychic powers, he felt that the scene was too exaggerated. Considering the vice president's consistent character, there should be a mouthpiece component, so he couldn't help but say: "So, you knew it a long time ago?"

"Hehe, no matter what, I am still the cousin of the Mao family. Mr. Sebastian is also very respectful to me." "So, did you know that your uncle is a psychic?"

"...Actually, I am just a cousin after all. That's my status in the Mao Mansion. There are many secrets that my uncle will not share with me. To be honest, in my uncle's mind, Mr. Sebastian has a much higher status than me." The vice president couldn't help but reveal a desolate expression, like a puppy that was about to be abandoned.

Of course, he realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly said, "But my cousins, nephews, and so on, even my own mother doesn't know!"

Prime Minister Konoe is quite confident about this.

Mao Yuanzuo's descendants who can be verified include one son, four daughters, twelve grandsons and six great-grandsons, but none of them directly embarked on the path of official career and economy, which sounds really noble! But now think about it carefully, this is clearly landing early.

Unlike a certain young cousin, who seems to be in a high position and has great power, but is clearly being treated as a consumable.

Thinking of this, Prime Minister Konoe was suddenly filled with sympathy.

"So, what happened just now..."

The vice president finally couldn't help but raise his voice, with a look of self-destruction: "Snakes, aren't you talking about snakes? Nowadays, which country's bigwigs, which country's bigwigs, are not involved with these extralegal societies? Which country is not like this? He just hopes that he can trust me a little more! Why? Why am I already the vice president, but I am just an errand boy? Wuwuwuwuwu, are you asking me to declare surrender now? He didn't even make it clear what my arrangements were in the Governor's Office of the New Empire."

His voice was filled with tears, and the Vice President just staggered forward with snot and tears, crying like a fifty-year-old kindergarten child abandoned by his parents. Of course, there was no decency anymore, and he even looked extremely pitiful.

In the past, Prime Minister Konoe would have watched with indifference, gloated over the misfortune, or even found an opportunity to record it all. But now, he only felt bitter, and immediately burst into tears.

“What will happen to our country?”

“We will no longer have a country.”

"I mean, when the Imperial Ghost... the Imperial Master comes, will we still be able to find a job?"

"Didn't I say it? The great era is coming, and we have to contribute. Pah, what kind of contribution is that?"

"How naive you are! We are politicians. In this day and age, is there anything more useless than a politician without power?"

"Yes, there are reporters who won't go to the scene."

The two elderly people, who were almost 120 years old in total, walked out of the gate of Mao Mansion arm in arm and crying, looking as humble as middle-aged and elderly office workers who were laid off before reaching retirement age but could not receive a pension.

However, even this inappropriate behavior still did not attract the attention of the people around. The "fire brigade", "medical staff" and "police" who came in and out completely ignored these two big men who were the second and third in the community's administrative sequence, just like ignoring two stray dogs passing by.

Perhaps they were completely immersed in their own tragic situation, and they did not notice at all that a raging fire had started on the main island in the distance.

As a result, the city and the blue sea and sky were painted with a very ominous scarlet color.

Firefighters and emergency workers shuttled back and forth among the scattered corpses and car wreckage, and the sound of sirens added to people's anxiety.

As a result, anxiety will turn into panic, panic will condense into despair, despair will make people choose to collapse and wait for death, or they will choose to vent madly.

Whether it is buying for zero dollars, committing murder and arson, or rushing into those luxurious villas and high-rise buildings to humiliate those high-ranking figures, it is enough to vent the darkness in people's hearts.

Anyway, death is imminent. If I don't vent my feelings now, wouldn't it be a waste of time?

Of course, the garrison troops stationed on the nearby islands did enter the city, and they tried to restore law and order, but the chaotic traffic blocked their way into the city. They tried to contact their superiors, but received no response at all.

As for their colleagues, the internal security forces and gendarmerie forces under the direct jurisdiction of the Chairman of the Internal Affairs Commission had entered the city an hour earlier, but were attacked by unknown armed groups and have now been divided into small groups fighting each other.

The highest administrative center of the Blue Star Community is in the midst of an uncontrollable and violent turmoil.

Yes, compared to the current unrest in the main urban area, the little gunshots and explosions from Mao Mansion in Lizan District really became just a small episode, and certainly could not attract anyone's attention.

Gan Jiang and Moye stood on the roof of the tallest building in the center of Eternal City, looking at the flames in the city, their eyes full of doubt and worry.

Although they were all experienced psychics, there was nothing they could do in this situation.

"The garrison troops are blocked at the Oahu Bridge and the Hana Bridge. In addition to the traffic jams, there are artificial obstacles at the bridge entrances and even mines." The general scanned the outskirts of the city with a high-powered military telescope.

Mo Xie was observing the city in another direction: "The internal security forces and military police are fighting with unidentified mercenaries... Didn't Senior Brother say that they have already reorganized the security department? There are still so many well-equipped illegal armed groups entering the earth!"

"Since national defense has collapsed, there is no need to worry about public security," said Gan Jiang.

Mo Xie certainly understood this truth. She actually just wanted to find a random excuse to complain about her senior brother. Her eyes had already swept towards the central municipal bureaucracy of Yongheng City. After a few seconds of silence, she said in a subtle tone: "The presidential palace has been lost. The mob and unknown armed groups have breached the wall gate, and the main building has caught fire."

In this way, the highest government body of the Blue Star Community had already fallen before the Empire's conquerors arrived. The rioting masses, unknown mercenary armed forces, various underworld figures, and a small number of police forces, poured into the presidential palace like a herd of animals out of control.

"Please lay down your weapons and stop the meaningless fighting! This is the Blue Star Community, the core of the country. What you did before was just robbery and illegal possession of guns, but now it is outright treason! Please lay down your weapons, leave the Governor's Mansion immediately, and accept the investigation of the security personnel! Please lay down your weapons and accept the investigation of the security personnel!" The flying security robots hovered over the courtyard of the Presidential Palace, loudly warning the heroes with strong combat power.

It was quickly shot down by a low-altitude dual-purpose individual ion cannon.

After all, this AK-type individual ion cannon that can be handheld in a small workshop is a high-quality guerrilla weapon for the equality of all beings. It can be used to resist the tyranny of the Empire, and of course it can also be used to riot in the Earth government.