"Puta...you, sure?"

The expression on Li Yifeng's face should be a smile, but it seems that he is trying to control his emotions and maintain his inherent dullness and calmness. This makes him look particularly strange and has a nearly weird voice change.

"You...maybe you haven't figured out what happened yet----"

After pausing for a moment, he raised his hands and walked slowly through Jin Guangli, paced back and forth a few times. With a sharp gaze, he carefully looked at every detail on the other party's body. Or should it be the fat and round body. After a few minutes, he stood still and squeezed out an extremely strange smile and said, "We need a lot of things. Especially for the Red Republican Army, material and population are the basis for stability and development. As for the Jin family...haha..."

After saying that, Li Yifeng turned around, reached out to a guard following him, pointed to the off-road vehicle parked in the distance, and said, "In the rear of the car, there are more than a dozen boxes placed together. Go and get one for me."

This is a metal box that is about thirty centimeters square. It is very large and looks like enough. There is no decoration, only the sealing position is covered with crossed varnish. When handed over from the guard, it is tilted, and the dull rolling sound of "bone rolling" is made.

Li Yifeng took off the hot paint cover vigorously, carried the round pull ring in the center of the box cover, and with a strange smile that seemed to be solidified on his face, he handed the open box directly to Jin Guangli.

In the box, there was a head.

The hair is stained with dry grass chips and sand, which is very dirty and long. The surface is dyed half black and half gold, and it can be seen that it is a woman. The hair locks that have solidified together with the dry blood have long turned black and hard, emitting a pungent lime and bloody smell. The head of the deceased who lost the body's support leaned against the side of the box, revealing a grayish color, revealing a grey white face. From the perspective of Jin Guangli standing, you can clearly see all the facial features on the surface of the head.

He is not unfamiliar with the deceased, and can even be said to be very familiar with it.

That was his real sister. He had been intriguing countless times because of his heir's identity. He had used many methods to kill him. The other party also used the killer to take his life. They also owned the surname "Jin", but never called each other "brother" and "sister" in public or private occasions. Jin Manzhu, who is not beautiful, but has hundreds of male faces.

She was lying in the box, tilting her head, her eyes were completely turned white, her lips were slightly opened, revealing her teeth with thin bloodshot lines. The lime sprinkled on the broken neck sealed various body fluids slowly flowing along the blood vessels. There was no nauseating and vomiting smell of rotten flesh, and the head did not look swollen or deformed... Obviously, her death should be very short. Or, only a few hours.

"In my car, there are sixteen of the same boxes."

Li Yifeng held the metal box with one hand, looked at the stunned Jin Guangli with a smile, and said calmly: "Each box contains the head of a member of the Jin family. In addition to the golden beads you see now, there are also golden sun, golden moon, golden stars, golden teeth... All the dead must pass genetic identification to confirm their identity. Of course, if you want, I can also arrange a new box for you. By the way, this world will not stop rotating because of the lack of the Jin family. "The great leader is the sun that guides us to move forward bravely"... Haha, this sentence is actually wrong."

Jin Guangli didn't answer.

The biggest difference between the descendants of leaders and ordinary civilians is that their ideology and vision are completely different. Although they also need to receive brainwashing education such as loyalty, family factors, coupled with the characters and environments they come into contact with every day, will naturally gradually peel off the mysterious halo that envelops the leader, and even become ordinary people without any difference.

Kim Gwang-ri never regarded his father as a god. Whether in public or private occasions, he talked about it more than once in a plain tone. Even in subconsciously, the great leader was just the "old bastard", "dog thing", "old ghost who can't die" in his mouth... Of course, special titles like this cannot be mixed with respect in the tone. More, it is just a strong resentment for the lack of any fatherly love childhood and the desire for supreme power, but only as an existence with the image of "subject", and even staying in the seat of the heir for too long.

He had never had the idea that his father would be the "sun". This was really ridiculous, and it could even be said to be arrogant and stupid. Jin Tianzheng obviously could not reach a height that was worshipped and admired by all mankind. However, as a fool of the world, it is the most effective way to maximize the cohesion generated by abnormal fanaticism. However, once the gorgeous skin on the surface is peeled off, the rest... is only the body that is no different from other people, and will also rot and smelly.

"You...what do you want?"

Jin Guangli no longer ejaculated a vicious and unpleasant yelling and cursing from his mouth when he was just taken out of the villa. His emotions became very low. His body trembled more and more, and it seemed that the reinforced constitution could no longer resist the cold that directly invaded his skin. Finally, he looked at Jin Manzhu's head in the box. He shook his head lonely and lonely, asked a simple question, and then stood there stiffly, waiting for the answer silently.

Li Yifeng's face was still smiling. However, there was no softness that seemed to be kind at first, but the strange sneer that was gloomy and cold, with heavy moisture, barely squeezed out the sound from the gaps between the teeth.

"Don't you think this problem is really 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 indescribable fear. He clenched his fists hard, turned around, and looked at his relatives who were being escorted by him in great despair. He looked at the young director of the Political Supervision Commission standing opposite him and wailed in a wild beastly voice: "Do you really 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...Don't, don't kill me. I, I don't want to die——"

Li Yifeng's expression was plain, as if nothing had happened, and as if nothing had happened. He slowly moved his feet so that he could stand more comfortable. His eyes were always staring at the prisoner who was taken into the truck in the distance, and he had no intention of looking at Kim Gwang-li at all.

“Not every living person has its value.”

He said coldly with his hands behind his back: "The Jin family has existed for nearly a century. According to the laws of the old era, the great leaders have long exceeded their legal term. Whether they should or should not do, you have done everything. Rights are actually just specific products in a certain period. The Jin family has used up the share you can get, and even enjoyed too many materials and benefits that should not be given to you in advance. If you get too much, you should pay the corresponding price."

For some reason, Kim Gwang-ri suddenly felt a chill all over his body. Then, he trembled unconsciously, starting from his fingers and toes, and then spreading to his whole body. The severe cold and white snowflakes mixed in the biting cold wind seemed to release a stronger chill than in the previous few minutes. He had truly felt the tragic ending of only seeing it in novels and stories, or hearing the tragic ending of being "frozen to death". And his sister Kim Manzhu's dead white head was reactivated by some kind of magic, and she opened her stiff and shriveled lips and smiled at him.

"Don't...don't kill me. I...I...I don't want to, don't want to die———"

He stuttered and shook his head desperately, his arms swaying repeatedly at a violent rhythm. No matter how many times he repeated the monotonous pleading words, no one paid attention to it.

Suddenly, he was like a wild horse injected with a large dose of hormones, struggling wildly, holding the full steel handshakes 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 rapid speed, and ran towards the seemingly safe direction in the distance.

His movements were very fast, and the sudden burst of sprint speed was even as high as three to four seconds per 100 meters. It was like a complete move

red

Naked, alien lightning with human skin as his true colors. Regardless of whether he can truly escape, he is unwilling to give up even a slight or even an extremely weak opportunity.

Li Yifeng turned around slowly, frowned with a strange expression, silently stared at the human-shaped black dots that shook his head lightly and slowly, and sighed. He raised his right hand and waved at the soldiers next to him who had already aimed at the gun but were still waiting for the order to shoot. He shouted in a cruel tone with a bit of nostalgia but extremely calm and decisive voice: "Aim at it a little, don't let him die too uncomfortable. No matter what... he is the son of the great leader, the general of the Red Republic."

The dense gunshots immediately tore the nearly solidified atmosphere over the new capital.

Dozens of horn bullets shot from different directions accurately hit Jin Guangli's body. Even if he stood nearly 500 meters away, he could vaguely see his head exploded on the spot, and the upper part of his body was exploding by a powerful warhead, dispersing into shattered bone and blood mud. Just like a bud that was tightly wrapped by sepals a few seconds ago, it was urged to open by some powerful force. He could not feel the brightness and brilliance of the blooming, but only the rupture and incompleteness under the brutal destruction.

......

Stepping on the hard stone floor, with the sound of crisp high heels knocking, Fang Yujie, wearing the uniform of a brand new lieutenant general, walked into the gate of the leader's official residence accompanied by two black-clothed military officers. As the extremely cold and gorgeous face appeared in the pupils of the pair of eyes, the soldiers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who were standing in various positions at the gate, could not help but shake their already straight body, and immediately straightened their already straight body. At the same time, they raised their right hand to show the most standard military salute, and the eyes that looked at the cold and beautiful figure were also full of respect, fear, and obedience that was completely instinctive and unconcealed.

The hall was very empty. Apart from the soldiers guarding the entrances and exits of each passage, no one walked back and forth. The expensive marble floor was still left with blood, and the meat mud stained with the surface of the walls and stone pillars had already dried up. The heavy objects dragged down at the corners of the corridor were painted with a dark red with a linear texture. The corners of various types of furniture occasionally saw large copper-yellow shells. The whole building was emitting blood, as well as a faint smoke of gunpowder and gunpowder in the air. Of course, there was also a trace of it coming out from, directly drilling into the nostrils, and the lingering scent of corpse odor.

The heels of up to twelve centimeters set off Fang Yujie, who was perfect in shape, and her figure was beautiful. The thick military uniforms set off the coldness and arrogance on her face without any concealment... A few minutes later, she had already walked through the corridor and came to a tightly closed gambolic wooden door. The two political and supervisors behind her also accelerated their pace, rushed forward from left to right, grabbed the door handle, opened from left to right. Fang Yujie, who looked cold, walked directly into the room without deceleration. However, with an extremely respectful and humble expression, she carefully closed the door, turned around, and silently guarded the sides of the door shaft.

The room was very spacious and the furnishings were very luxurious. Fang Yujie walked past the center of the room on the extremely expensive double-headed cowhide sofa. She habitually raised her right leg, her cold and sharp eyes firmly locked Jin Tianzheng, who was sitting behind the desk.

He is very fat—although he is over 1.85 meters tall, his weight is as high as 218 kilograms.

For a head of state, this is actually not a bad thing. As early as ancient times, the word "obesity" has always been linked to words such as "wealth" and "power". Especially in the wasteland world, eating enough or having a surplus of energy in itself is very enviable. For men or women with double chins and fat belly, wilderness refugees have instinctive worship and yearning. Even those mercenaries who travel around the world mostly like fat girls. In their words————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Only women with big butts can be considered real women."

Jin Tianzheng has a strong leadership temperament, majesty but kindness. The reinforced and transformed body gives him nearly eternal vitality. Although his hair is slightly convex, it is neatly combed backwards, smooth and clean. He is wearing a blue-gray Zhongshan suit as usual, with buttons buttoned to his collar. Nearly five minutes have passed since Fang Yujie walked into the room, and he has never said a word from beginning to end.

He sat there quietly, silently looking at Fang Yujie on the sofa. His seemingly plain eyes were filled with anger and sorrow. His thick and windy lips were tightly pursed together, and only heavy and violent breathing came from the holes of the openings of the nose that were constantly spreading.

"Why do you need this? Why?"

Anger caused the turmoil that had accumulated deep in his heart to erupt like a volcano. With nearly five meters of distance between them, Fang Yujie could still clearly hear the sound of the great leader grinding his teeth in the gaps of his speech. He punched the table with great hatred and roared repeatedly: "I know it was Guangyao who provoked you. Just talk about the matter, killing him one is enough. Why... why do you involve others?"

Fang Yujie's face was always filled with a sarcastic sneer. She obviously didn't want to answer this question. She was not willing, but disdainful.

"You have too many descendants. More than a hundred... Each of them must occupy a considerable amount of national resources. This is unfair. They should all die, and they all die———"

"No—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Jin Tianzheng couldn't stand the cold sarcasm that was like a knife. He suddenly stood up from his seat, pinched his fists and pressed against the table, his face turned red, he stared at Fang Yujie with his eyes and trembling, and shouted in pain and trembling: "I admit that they do have some disrespect for you. But they are just a group of children, they are children-----"

“There are many things that cannot always be done as directed by the great leader.”

Fang Yujie looked at him coldly and said, "Jin Guangli's actual age is over 83 years old. I really can't understand your thinking, and I actually call people of this age "children"?"

"They know nothing. They have never experienced the glory of civilization in the old era. Whether it is thinking or mind, they are still in their childhood. Even if they have ambitions, they are just immature political manifestations. You should let them go. Even if you really want to kill, you should only target the one who is really guilty."

Jin Tianzheng tried hard to distinguish, and wanted to try to get back a little bit of the bargaining chips that could be used as capital from a situation where it was already a total loss.

"Each of them is guilty——"
Chapter completed!