perfect savior

Chapter 127 The Silver Snake Dances
"Yes, that's it... lower your head a little bit, turn it sideways, don't look at the camera, put your tongue against the roof of your mouth, it will make you more manly..."

Dai Tris kept adjusting the angle of the camera, and Francesco made various poses under her fiddling, sometimes looking up at the ceiling sadly, and sometimes looking sadly at his battered arm.

Photography is a science, and subtle changes in light and shadow composition can convey completely different emotions.

Dai Tris deliberately photographed Francesco very miserable, coupled with explanatory text such as "the former excellent policeman is now a miserable prisoner", it is enough to make people sympathetic.

The power of the weapon of public opinion is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Okay!" Daitris flicked the photo with satisfaction:

"I'll tidy it up and post it on the website, and you'll be able to go home soon!"

"Thank you..." Francesco hesitated:

"But, is this really okay? I understand your strategy of using public opinion to force the council to make policy changes, but...that's the council."

Daitris paused slightly as she typed on the keyboard.

Today is September [-]th, three months have passed since the birth of the temple.

The council plundered and integrated the power, military power and financial resources originally belonging to various countries at a terrifying speed, and became the master of the earth with an unstoppable trend.

Although the continent-level branch is still under construction, the list of the second batch of cities directly under the council is already under discussion.

With the seven major divisions and the headquarters as the core, a super empire named "Council" gradually revealed its embryonic form.

In the history of mankind, there has never been such an "Empire on Earth".

Inheriting the will of the Holy Temple, possessing the greatest power and force in the world, "shepherding" for the extraordinary.

——Will such a huge organization really be influenced by public opinion?

As a senior journalist, Dai Tris didn't know whether her public opinion tactics would be successful. Because of this, she dragged Francesco to this motel and didn't go to her staff for fear of getting involved. to others.

The female reporter was silent for a while, then continued typing, and said quickly:

"Why are you so moaning... I, an irrelevant person, has been with you until now, what are you afraid of?"

"Because it's irrelevant, if something happens to you, I will never forgive myself." Francesco said softly:
"After posting the article, you should leave as soon as possible. If anyone asks, you can just say that I forced you to take the photo."

"Nonsense! Of course I will blame you all!" Daitris gave him a blank look:
"When the time comes, I will kneel in front of the council and cry out how you have lost your conscience and used violence to persecute me, a poor beautiful reporter..."

Francesco couldn't help laughing. Just when he was about to say something more, the silvery white spine suddenly released a dazzling light, which made the room white.

His face changed wildly, he hugged Daitris, smashed open the window, and climbed along the wall to the roof of the motel.

25 soldiers in black uniforms with shining spines have surrounded this place.

It's the Silver Snake Mobile Team!

"Franche... the prototype." The leading captain said in a complicated tone:

"Come back with us."

"Marvin." Francesco said Captain Silver Snake's name, and gently pushed Daitris away in his arms:

"She had nothing to do with this matter, she was forced to get involved."

"of course."

A female member of the Silver Snake Mobile Squad stepped out and carried Daitris to a distance.

"Huh..." Francesco seemed to let go of his burden, he took off his gray robe, revealing his strong and fit body.

The silver spine connects the upper body and the lower body, and the light it releases at this moment is rapid and intense, like a drum of war.

"Prototype, come with us and go back to the base."

"Back to the base? Is it soaked in dark artificial blood again?" Francesco moved his wrist, and the sound of bones cracked:

"You guys have never experienced that feeling. You don't know how lonely and painful it is. I can only judge whether it is day or night based on the experiments the researchers put on me... Ha, it's strange to say that the ten people who were tested A few hours turned out to be the happiest time of my day, because only then can I feel that I am still alive."

"Prototype, you don't have to resist, life is so precious, it's unwise to fight us for a moment." Captain Silver Snake paused, then continued:
"There are no outsiders here... You can see it even if you think about it. When you broke through the base, neither we nor the soldiers with guns tried their best to stop you. Everyone knows that you shouldn't suffer that kind of pain and torture."

"Oh? So what changed your behavior now?"

"Now..." Captain Silver Snake opened his mouth, but didn't speak any more.

What can he say?It is said that the Transcendents of the Temple put enormous pressure on Florence?Said that many people were implicated and demoted for this?Said that everyone's adventure based on simple sympathy ended up falling short?
No matter what you say, it is useless, the reality that Silver Snake and Francesco are facing has no way to mediate.

——They will fight here until one side can't stop itself.

During the brief silence, Francesco suddenly laughed:

"Actually, I should thank you all for taking such a big risk, turning a blind eye and letting me run out. I wanted to go back and see my parents, and return to the base by myself after reassuring them."

"But ah, I have seen the moon and the sun, smelled the fragrance of tulips, felt the breeze... I know, I can never go back."

The expression of the young policeman who was divided into two parts was very gentle:
"I would rather die if you are not free."

Before the words fell, the silver snake was already dancing wildly.

Silver-white light burst out from everyone's body, and the inhuman strength and speed exploded in an all-round way, unleashed in the early morning suburbs of Florence.

boom!
Francesco punched Captain Silver Snake between the eyebrows, the air wave rolled, and the captain crashed through the wall and flew backwards.

The luminous spine provided a steady stream of strength. Francesco tapped his toes, avoided the sneak attack of the two Silver Snake players behind him, and rushed towards the fallen captain.

boom! boom! boom!
Three consecutive loud gunshots sounded, Francesco's body trembled three times, and he forcibly took down the heavy sniper bullets fired from a distance.

The stature is stagnant and the speed is attenuated.

Captain Silver Snake took this opportunity to pick up a car and slammed it on Francesco's head. The car was instantly scrapped and turned into pieces.

His feet plowed a deep mark more than ten meters long on the ground. Francesco backed up quickly by the impact, and took another five bullets hard. In the forward collision, blood splashed everywhere, and the two poor ghosts fell limply to the ground.

No one stayed for the fallen companions, and the bloody battle continued.

The silver snakes are biting each other.

(End of this chapter)