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    "Puppetare you sure?"

    The expression on Li Yifeng's face should be smiling, but he also seemed to be trying his best to control his emotions and maintain his inherent calmness and calmness.  This made him look particularly weird, with an almost weird voice change.

    "Youmaybe you still haven't figured out what happened¡ª¡ª"

    After a moment of pause, he put his hands on his back and walked slowly past Jin Guangli, pacing back and forth several times.  With sharp eyes, he carefully examined every detail of the other party.  Or should I say, that fat and round flesh.  After a few minutes, he stood still, squeezed out a very weird smile, and said: "We need a lot of things. Especially for the Red Republican Army, materials and population are the basis for stability and development. As for the Jin family.  hehe"

    After that, Li Yifeng turned around, stretched out his hand to a guard who was following him, pointed to his off-road vehicle parked far away, and said, "In the back compartment of the car, there are more than a dozen boxes placed together.  .Go get one for me."

    This is a metal box about thirty centimeters square.  It's big and looks substantial.  There is no decoration, only the sealing position is pasted with cross paint.  When it was handed over from the guard's hand, it was tilted, and there was a dull rolling sound from it.

    Li Yifeng forcefully removed the lacquer cover, held the circular ring in the center of the lid, and handed the open box directly to Jin Guangli with a weird smile that seemed to be frozen on his face.

    There is a human head in the box.

    The surface of my hair was stained with dry grass clippings and sand, and it was very dirty and very long.  The surface is dyed half black and half gold, and it can be seen that it is a woman.  The locks of hair coagulated with dried blood have long since turned black and hardened, exuding a pungent smell of lime and blood.  The head of the deceased, who had lost his limbs, was leaning against the side of the box, revealing a grey-white face that was faintly tinged with purple.  From the angle where Jin Guangli stands, all the facial features on the surface of the skull can be clearly seen.

    The deceased was no stranger to him; he could even be said to be very familiar with it.

    That was his biological sister¡ª¡ªthere had been countless intrigues over the identity of the heir. He had used many methods to kill her, and the other party also used assassins to kill her. She also had the surname "Jin", but  Kim Man Joo has never called each other "brother" or "sister" in public or private. She is not beautiful, but she has the reputation of hundreds of men.

    She was lying in the box, tilting her head, her eyes were completely white, her lips were slightly open, revealing teeth with thin bloodshot eyes.  The lime sprinkled on the broken neck sealed the various body fluids flowing slowly along the blood vessels.  There was no nauseating stench of rotting flesh, and the head did not appear to be swollen or deformed.  .  .  .  .  .  Obviously, her death should have been short-lived.  Or just a few hours.

    "There are sixteen more of the same boxes in my car."

    Li Yifeng held the metal box with one hand, looked at the stunned Jin Guangli with a half-smile, and said calmly: "Each box contains the head of a member of the Jin family. In addition to the Jin Manzhu you see now, there is also Jin Yangyang  , Golden Moon, Golden Stars, Golden Teeth All the deceased must pass genetic identification to confirm their identities. Of course, if you are willing, I can also arrange a new box specifically for you. By the way  ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ªThis world will not stop spinning because of the lack of the Jin family. "A great leader is the sun that guides us to move forward bravely" Haha, this sentence is actually wrong. "

    Jin Guangli did not answer.

    The biggest difference between the descendants of leaders and ordinary civilians is their completely different ideologies and visions.  Although they also have to receive brainwashing education about loyalty, family factors, plus the completely different people and environments they come into contact with every day, the mysterious aura that surrounds the leader will naturally gradually peel off, and even become a  Ordinary people without any differences.

    Jin Guangli has never regarded his father as a god.  Whether in public or private, he talked about it in a plain tone more than once.  Even subconsciously, great leaders are just what he calls "old bastards," "dogs," and "dying old ghosts."  .  .  .  .  .  Such special titles, of course, cannot be mixed with the slightest respect in the tone.  More than anything, it was just an outlet for a childhood without any father's love, and a strong resentment for longing for the highest power, but only being able to exist as a "deputy" image, and even staying in the position of heir for too long.

    He has never had the idea that his father would be the "sun".  This is really ridiculous, and can even be said to be arrogant and foolish¡ª¡ªit is obviously impossible for Kim Cheon-jung to reach a height high enough to be worshiped and admired by all mankind.  But as a?Fooling the world and making the most of the cohesion generated by abnormal fanaticism is the most effective method.  However, once the gorgeous outer skin is peeled off, what remains.  .  .  .  .  .  Only the body is no different from other people, and it also rots and stinks.

    "Youwhat do you want?"

    Jin Guangli no longer spewed vicious and unpleasant yells and curses from his mouth like when he was just escorted out of the villa.  His mood became very low.  The body trembles more and more, as if the strengthened physique is no longer able to resist the cold that directly invades the skin.  Taking one last look at Jin Manzhu's head in the box, he shook his head lonely and lonely, asked a simple question, then stood there stiffly, silently waiting for the answer.

    Li Yifeng still had a smile on his face.  However, the softness that seemed to be kind at first was no longer there, but instead the weird sneer that was eerie, cold, and heavy with moisture, and the sound was forced out from between the gaps between the teeth.

    "Don't you think this question is a bit redundant?"

    He gently closed the lid of the box, bent down, and placed the box at his feet.

    This simple action made Jin Guangli feel unspeakable fear.  He clenched his fists hard, turned around, looked desperately at his relatives who were being escorted past, and then looked at the young director of the Political Supervision Committee standing opposite, wailing in a beast-like voice: "Really  Do you want to do this? I I I should still be useful to you. I, I know many secrets, I can act as your puppet, I can do anything  .No, don¡¯t kill me. I, I don¡¯t want to die¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    Li Yifeng¡¯s expression was calm, as if nothing had happened and he didn¡¯t hear anything.  He slowly moved his feet so that he could stand more comfortably.  He kept looking at the prisoner being escorted into the truck in the distance, with no intention of looking at Jin Guangli.

    "Not every living person has the value of his or her existence."

    He put his hands behind his back and said coldly: "The Jin family has existed for nearly a century. According to the laws of the old era, the great leader has long exceeded his legal term. No matter what you should or should not do, you have done it. This right  Planting something is actually just a specific product in a certain period. The Jin family has used up the share you can get, and even enjoyed too much material and benefits in advance that should not be given to you. If you get too much, you should pay the corresponding price  .¡±

    For some reason, Jin Guangli suddenly felt a chill all over his body.  Immediately afterwards, involuntary tremors started from the fingers and toes, and then spread to the whole body.  The severe cold, and the white snowflakes mixed in the biting cold wind, seemed to release an even stronger chill than the previous few minutes.  He has truly felt the tragic ending of being "frozen to death" that can only be seen or heard in novels and stories.  And the dead white head of sister Jin Manzhu, who had been put into the metal box, seemed to be reactivated by some magic, and he opened his stiff and withered lips and smiled miserably at himself.

    "Don'tdon't kill me. III don't want to, don't want to die¡ª¡ª"

    He stammered and shook his head desperately, his arms swinging repeatedly in a violent rhythm.  He kept repeating monotonous pleading words, but no one paid any attention to them.

    Suddenly, like a wild horse that had been injected with a large dose of hormones, he struggled wildly, hugging the all-steel shackles on his left and right thumbs tightly. Without any warning, he passed through the gap between Li Yifeng and the guard soldiers at an extremely fast speed.  He ran towards a seemingly safe direction in the distance.

    His movements were very fast, and his sudden sprint speed was even as high as three to four seconds per 100 meters.  as if a complete

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    Naked, an alien lightning with human skin as its true color.  Regardless of whether he could truly escape, he was unwilling to give up even the slightest or even extremely weak chance.

    Li Yifeng slowly turned around, frowning with a strange expression, silently staring at the rapidly shrinking human-shaped black dot on the snow, shook his head lightly and slowly, and sighed.  He raised his right hand and waved it towards the soldiers beside him who had already raised their guns to aim but were still waiting for the order to shoot. He shouted in a cruel tone that was a little nostalgic but extremely calm and decisive: "Aim a little closer, don't do it."  It was too painful for him to die. No matter whatafter all, he was the son of the great leader, the general of the Red Republican Army."

    The dense gunshots suddenly tore apart the almost solid atmosphere over the new capital city.

    Dozens of bullets fired from different directions accurately hit Jin Guangli's body.  Even standing nearly five hundred meters away, you can vaguely see that his head was blown open on the spot, and the upper part of his body was?The powerful warhead exploded alive and dispersed into crushed bone and blood mud.  Just like a flower bud that was tightly wrapped by sepals just a few seconds ago, it was forcefully pushed open by some powerful force.  You can't feel the brightness and brilliance of blooming, only the cracks and incompleteness caused by barbaric destruction

    Stepping on the hard stone floor, amid the crisp tapping of high-heeled shoes, Fang Yujie, wearing a brand-new lieutenant general uniform, walked proudly into the door of the leader's official residence, accompanied by two political supervisory officers in black.  The moment that cold and charming face appeared in a pair of eyes, the soldiers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs standing at various positions at the gate couldn't help but trembled, and they immediately straightened their already tall bodies even more upright.  At the same time, he raised his right hand in the most standard military salute, and his eyes looking at that cold and beautiful figure were also full of respect, fear, and completely instinctive and undisguised obedience.

    The hall is very empty.  Except for the soldiers guarding the entrances and exits of each passage, no one was walking back and forth.  There are still blood stains on the expensive marble floor, and the fleshy mud stained on the walls and stone pillars has long since dried.  The steps at the corner of the corridor were painted with a layer of dark red with a linear texture by the heavy objects that were forcibly dragged down.  Occasionally, large copper-yellow bullet casings can be seen on the corners of various types of furniture.  The whole building exuded blood and a faint smoke of gunpowder and gunpowder that filled the air.  Of course, there was also a slight lingering corpse odor that could not be explained where it came from. It penetrated directly into the nostrils.

    The heels, which are as high as 12 centimeters, make Fang Yujie, who has a perfect figure, look delicate and beautiful.  The heavy color and style of the military uniform brought out the completely undisguised indifference and arrogance on her face.  .  .  .  .  .  A few minutes later, she had walked through the corridor and came to a tightly closed garcinia-colored wooden door.  The two political supervisory officers following her also quickened their pace, catching up from the left and right, getting ahead of her, grabbing the door handle, and opening it from the left and right.  Fang Yujie, who had an indifferent expression, walked directly into the room without slowing down at all.  However, with an extremely respectful and humble expression, he carefully closed the door, turned around, and silently stood guard on both sides of the door axis.

    The room is very spacious and the furnishings are also very luxurious.  Fang Yujie stepped on a thick and soft bighorn cashmere blanket, walked through the center of the room, and sat on the extremely expensive double-headed cowhide sofa.  Habitually raising his right leg, his cold and sharp eyes were firmly locked on Jin Tianzheng who was sitting behind the desk.

    He is very fat - although he is over 1.85 meters tall, his weight reaches an unmatched 218 kilograms.

    ??For a head of state, this is actually not a bad thing.  As early as ancient times, the word "obesity" has been linked to words such as "wealth" and "power".  Especially in the wasteland world, having enough food or having a surplus of energy in the body is very enviable in itself.  For those men or women with double chins and fat bellies, wilderness refugees have an instinctive admiration and yearning for them.  Even those mercenaries who travel around the country mostly like fat girls covered in fat.  In their words¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡°Only milk

    ??A woman with a big butt can be considered a real woman.  "

    Kim Tianzheng has a strong leadership temperament, majestic yet kind.  His strengthened and transformed body gave him almost eternal vitality.  Although the hair is slightly protruding, it is neatly combed back.  Smooth and very clean.  He was wearing a blue-gray tunic suit as usual, buttoned all the way to the collar.  Nearly five minutes had passed since Fang Yujie walked into the room, and he hadn't said a word throughout.

    He sat there quietly, silently looking at Fang Yujie on the sofa.  The seemingly plain eyes were full of anger and sorrow, and the thick and moist lips were tightly pressed together. Only the heavy and violent breathing came from the middle of the continuously spreading nose holes.

    "Why is this happening? Why?"

    Anger makes the madness accumulated deep in the heart erupt like a volcano.  With a distance of nearly five meters between them, Fang Yujie could still clearly hear the sound of the great leader grinding his teeth between words.  He punched the table with great hatred and roared: "I know it was Guangyao who provoked you. To put it into perspective, killing him is enough. Why why should other people be involved?"

    Fang Yujie always had a sarcastic sneer on her face.  She clearly didn't want to answer the question.  It's not unwillingness, but disdain.

    "There are too many of your descendants. More than a hundred Each of them will occupy a considerable amount of national resources. This is inherently unfair. They should all die, and all of them will die.  ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    ¡°No¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª-them, they are just a group of children¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    Jin Tianzheng really couldn't bear the cold words and sarcasm that cut into his heart like a knife.  He suddenly stood up from his seat??, clenched his fists and pressed them firmly against the table, his face turned red, he stared at Fang Yujie with his eyes wide open, and shouted painfully and tremblingly: "I admit that they do disrespect you. But.  They¡¯re just a bunch of kids, kids¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    ¡°There are many things that cannot always be done according to the instructions of the great leader.¡±

    Fang Yujie looked at him coldly and said, "Jin Guangli's actual age is over eighty-three years old. I really can't understand your thinking. You actually call people of this age group "children"?"

    "They know nothing. They have not experienced the glory of civilization in the old era at all. Regardless of thinking or mentality, they are still stuck in children. Even if they have ambitions, it is just an expression of immature politics. You should let them go. Even if it is true  If you want to kill, you should only target the truly guilty one among them."

    Jin Tianzheng is trying hard to reason, trying to get back a little bit of chips that can be used as capital from the situation of total loss.

    ¡°Every one of them is guilty¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    Fang Yujie shook her right hand vigorously and said gloomily: "You should check carefully what they have done. Replicants are the basis of the Red Republic Army from its development until now. They are no different from normal people.  .However, the Jin family has never realized this. You treat everyone as a toy, as a target that can be disposed of at will. I have given you too many opportunities, from beginning to endbut there is no one.  People cherished it.¡± (To be continued)
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