3 hours later, Rector, on Quentin Island in the center of the Stevenfas Sea.

With the return of Roger Felit, the Sulawia Palace was brightly lit, and the Zillogue Square, which was tens of thousands of square meters, was filled with joy. The nobles from Vendenbat were dressed in dresses and wine glasses in their hands. The laughter and laughter were intertwined and gathered into the sea.

Men were talking jokes that they heard from somewhere, while women focused their eyes on the young men dressed in bright clothes, chattering and talking about their feet, and occasionally one or two deep giggles could be heard.

The waiters carried fruit plates and fine wines and handed the wine glasses or tissues in the plates to the nobles who disdained them.

Melodious music rippled in the square, and some people twisted their bodies on the dance floor, swayed their skirts, and danced graceful and charming dance steps.

Generally speaking, nobles may not be able to sing or perform, but their dancing skills and alcohol tolerance are compulsory courses. Of course, for women, bed skills are also very important.

In Vendenbath, death was like wine buried in the cellar, fermenting constantly. But they sang and danced here, celebrating the demise of the rebels, celebrating the merits of Roger Felit, and praying for Lord Lancelot.

There is an insurmountable gap between civilians and nobles. In the officialdom, even if two people with different political views encounter doubts and provocations from civilians, they will temporarily give up prejudices and work together to suppress the unsightly guys. No matter how uncooperated the senior officials are, it is an internal conflict. If civilians want to ask about politics, it is simply a bottom line for provoking officials and men, and it is absolutely intolerable.

This is the class! It is said that power is given by the people and everyone is equal before the law. Children who go to kindergarten will not believe this.

Quentin Island is not big, only 2,400 square kilometers, compared to Rector's vast land. It can only be regarded as a drop in the sea. However, it is small, and this is the place where the nobles live, the Queens of the Megal stellar system.

Lord Lancelot's palace and Sulawia Palace stand here. Generally speaking, nobles and officials with some popularity will buy a house here to overcome the nobleness of Lord Lord.

The housing prices here are not high, even much lower than those of Vendonbat. They also have complete greening, security and supporting facilities. Even if it is just a public toilet, it can be called a first-class garden view.

This is a Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, but it is like a paradise that only Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats can enjoy. Ordinary civilians want to live here? That is simply a daydream.

There are no apartments, no communities, and there are no simple tube buildings, only finely decorated villas with gardens, swimming pools, and garages. And the price is only the cost of the building.

Everything here is exclusively for the welfare of nobles and high-ranking officials, and civilians? Haha, they are only worthy of owning those shoddy and unreasonable commercial housing, and then bear high debts and spend their whole life paying it back.

Here, the living environment is only one aspect. As the Lord's ground palace, Quentin Island is equipped with powerful security facilities, which can be seen from the fact that Brigadier General Camaro is the chief security officer of the island, but is ranked as the core political lord of Rector.

On the 2400 square kilometers of land on Quentin Island, there is a Great Steel Wall built around the coastline. The 52-meter-high city wall is full of turrets and densely packed with watchtowers. The buffer zone between the city wall and the Sulawia Palace is full of air defense missile launch arrays.

In addition to machine cannons, cannons and laser cannons used to deal with ground armed forces, there are also large reconnection cannons and plasma cannons used to deal with sea and air ships.

In the air, there are armed airships, reconnaissance ships equipped with quantum radar, drone groups with mother and child radar, fighter patrol squadrons and other flight units perform 24-hour patrol missions. In addition, high-precision sonar stations, ocean current and water temperature monitoring systems, patrol submarines, underwater camera robots and other early warning equipment are also built under the sea.

It can be said without hesitation that Quentin Island is a military fortress that is always on alert.

More than half a month ago, when the "Knocking the Mountain and Shocking the Tiger" operation encountered obstacles, Camaro ordered his soldiers to prepare for combat and raise the security level of the entire Quentin Island to the highest level. Raise the "Rainbow of Mano" (the Great Wall of Steel on the edge of Quentin Island) and form an absolute defensive front.

He dared not be careless at all when the Sulawia Palace was located. After seeing the power of the rebels, Camaro was very afraid that they would burn the war to Quentin Island. Lord Lancelot was a man with a cleanliness obsession. He did not like the traces of gunpowder on the walls of the palace where he lived.

However, what surprised Camaro was that after the counterattack, the rebels actually restrained their minions and lie down. This made him feel relieved.

Two hours ago, Governor Roger sent news of the successful beheading operation, which made Camaro breathe a sigh of relief and ordered the soldiers to lower the "Rainbow of Mano" and lower the security level of Quentin Island.

Plasma cannons, 600 nuclear bombs, faced with such an attack, ordinary people will not survive unless they are gods.

"What if you are arrogant for a moment? There is only one way to die if you go against the empire! Those poor people are afraid that they don't even have a bone scum."

Camaro stood on the second floor of the front hall of Sulawia Palace opposite Piazza Zirog, looking at the north sky, sneering.

Unlike Wendenbat, the sky of Quentin Island is cloudless, with stars shining, and it is as bright as the pearl of the night sea.

...

Kunna Austin stood at the door of the front hall of the Sulawia Palace, smiling at the face of the air not far away, nodding at the nobles in the square, and Roger Felit, who was strode to the meteor.

Seriously speaking, the reason why the "beheading" operation was successful was also her contribution. Four hours ago, she "silly" sent several tons of zero stocks to the rebels was to explore the internal situation of the institute, confirm that the rebels were all present, and to ensure that the space-based plasma cannons could be killed with one blow, completely destroying those guys who made her hate them.

"Qentin Island is not as cold as inland, and the weather is still very cold after nightfall." Before Roger Felit could approach, she greeted her with a coat.

"I know the night on Quentin Island is very cold, and you are still wearing it so thin?" Roger pinched Quinna Austin's breasts as if no one else. The black evening dress was empty and there was no bra, and it was soft and slippery.

Then, he reached down and touched his perky buttocks, and he didn't even wear underwear.

Kunna Austin gave him shyly and put his windbreaker on his shoulder: "You are the Governor, Rector's Chief Executive, so many people are watching, and you are not afraid of gossiping behind your back."

"Gosh? Only some guys who are troubled by themselves are worried about gossip. Your husband doesn't care, why should I restrain myself? In Rector, who dares to say more? Aren't you afraid of being invited by the beautiful director of the Security Bureau to have tea?"

"Oh, why are you talking about that waste?" Kunna? Austin gave him an angrily blank look: "It's really disappointing."

"If you don't mention him, how can you help you control the power of the Williams family?" Roger Felit shrugged and made the windbreaker closer: "I didn't say before, just keep everything simple. If the boring politicians in the Charles Federation find out, wouldn't they blame us for not having human rights internationally?"

Kunna Austin turned around and glanced at the singing and dancing in the square. The nobles who were smiling and smiled slightly: "It's no wonder that I am. If you hadn't sent someone to pick them up before, these people would have died long ago."

"Haha... I've been a good person." Roger Felit did not look back and walked towards the second floor step by step. Melville, Camaro, Minister of Health Housmann Nelson, Minister of Publicity William Clark and others were still waiting for his order to deal with the matter tonight.

"Good guy?" Kunna Austin smiled with a little self-deprecatingly. How many good people are there in the officials? Anyone who wants to take power, control others, and give orders. Even if they are kind-hearted at the beginning, they will be exhausted by the subsequent money game and the temptation of power and sex. Even at the grassroots level, civil servants who are civilians from civilians have been thinking about how to exploit civilians, make some extra money, and have extramarital affairs, let alone aristocratic class like them who have received aristocratic education since childhood and regard civilians as pigs and dogs.

With her divine skills, Roger Felit had already gone up to the second floor. When she saw Waters, Camaro and others, she felt a greeting again.

Next, it is naturally to arrange the aftermath. Such means of playing with civilians and operating public opinion have left countless valuable experiences. How to exaggerate hatred, amplify conflicts, and how to make your hypocritical expression more compassionate and approachable, as a qualified politician, Roger, Housman, William, and Quinna are naturally familiar with it.

There are media packaging, experts and scholars beautify it, and online celebrities who are "commoner-born" are praised. I believe that the nuclear explosion storm in Wendenbat will soon subside. After a year and a half, those who survive will forget the pain and live as they should. The "Vendbat nuclear explosion incident" will only exist in the history books compiled by the government.

As for those who died, God knows what their names are.

"Cheers to the Empire, to Your Majesty, to Lord Lancelot!" Roger Felit smiled and raised his glass.

"Yes, toast to the Empire, to His Majesty, to Lord Lord!"

“…”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! A sound of wine glasses colliding.

Minister of Health Housmann Nelson, Minister of Propaganda William Clark and others laughed happily. Disasters, whether it is natural disasters or difficulties, are the common people who suffer, but are the officials who are happy. Because only in this way can there be a chance to make meritorious service, receive rewards, deduct pensions, disaster relief funds, and accept bribes and arrange trustees.

No matter how poor the officials are, no matter how hard they are, no matter how hard they are, no matter how hard they are, this is the golden rule of the Mongolian political arena. As for the life and death of the common people, what should they do? Of course, if they die at their doorstep, it would be a different matter, because the smell of corpses will mess up the mood of the officials and men.

Melville held the wine glass and remained silent, while Waters forced a smile. He never expected that the counterattack would be lost, and the Mountain Ghost Commando was completely destroyed. Melville was defeated. However, Lord Lancelot actually let the devastated old guy take over the capital military region. He was beaten back to his original form and went to work as the deputy.

This is simply bullying!

Although Waters was resentful, it was the Lord's order. He did not dare to complain. He could only turn his resentment into motivation to drink, one cup after another, drinking him in a dark place.

Compared with Waters, Tennyson was so happy. His mortal rival Dunbar Taylor had no chance of turning around this time. Most of the core members of the entire Taylor family died in this super nuclear explosion.

"Director Kunna, I'll give you a cup." Tennyson walked to the window and looked at the little nobles chatting and laughing in the square. The middle-level officials had a knowing smile on their faces. Just like this, the poor are poorer, and the lowly are even cheaper. What do you say to enjoy life? Only nobles and high-ranking officials know how to enjoy life. Those untouchables are only worthy of persevering in the darkness and compromise under oppression.

Kunna Austin smiled: "Tennyson, you are now proud. The guy who always overwhelms you is finally completely finished."

"Each of each other." Tennyson smiled: "Did Director Kunna also take advantage of her previous shame?"

"Haha, what I said is very related to me. I didn't do anything, so there is no need to toast."

Tennyson looked at the noble lady who was about to set up a archway in front of him and smiled: "Since that's the case, I wish Mengya a prosperous country and the Duke forever."

"cheers!" The two raised their glasses together and drank them all in one go.

After the matter, Kunna Austin stroked his long hair that was blown by the wind, looked at the starry night sky, and murmured to himself: "It seems that there is something missing."

"Of course." Tennyson gently shook his empty cup: "Without fireworks, how can there be no fireworks for celebration banquets?"

Quinna Austin turned his head and glared at him: "There are still some soldiers on the coastal defense line of Quintin Island, and it is an extraordinary time. Pay attention to the influence."

"Ha...hehe. I want me to say that you civil servants are so cautious. Just like a lord, you are called courage and determination. Such a big fireworks event is exciting to think about."

"Tennyson, there are tens of millions of people in Vindenbart. Will you say that a little bit..."

Tennyson shrugged: "Director Quinna, 600 nuclear bombs exploded in a series of magnificent and magnificent, how magnificent, how magnificent, I missed such a scene. Don't you feel a pity?"

"What a pity? What a pity? Do you want to do it again?" Kunna Austin said with a smile.

In the eyes of the aristocrats, the death of millions of people in Wendenbat is no different from the gossip of talking about a game and tying celebrities.

"Oh, it would be great if I supervised the battle. Such an exciting thing would be great if I could see it once in my life..."

Tennyson seemed a little disappointed. For a noble like him who had no worries about food and clothing, money was nothing, a woman? What kind of beauty had never played? He was a soldier and what he wanted most was to march and fight, especially to win. However, Rector belonged to the hinterland of the empire and had no war to fight at all. Especially the army, all commanders and commanders were idle positions.

Therefore, these soldiers who were used to living a life of blood licking at the knife when they were young could only seek their own sense of existence on the verge of life and death, and were helpless and could only have fun on their own.

As for ordinary veterans, the so-called fun can only be gambling, drug abuse, prostitution, fights and fights. However, for noble generals, it is much more fashionable, such as hunting mountains, birds, sea beasts, slaughtering rebels, opening parties, and even collecting corpses and cooking human meat.

Just like Stevenson, who protects Faraday, for those who have been distorted and corroded to the point of pervertedness by war, the more exciting things are, the more exciting things can inspire their inner sense of existence.

Although Tennyson never admits it, in his subconscious, watching hundreds of nuclear bombs exploded in a series of times and hearing the sad and screams of millions of people, it is definitely something that can't be more stimulating and sour. For him, a large number of civilians died, and this is his g-point!

"I really want time to go backwards, history can repeat itself, and seeing such a scene with my own eyes is worth it even if I die." Tennyson murmured to himself, putting the goblet back into the waitress's tray.

Kunna Austin smiled so hard that he trembled: "Tennyson, you are so cute. Time goes back? History repeats itself? Hugh... Hugh..."

He is worthy of being the style and sexy beauty in the Rector aristocratic circle. Kunna Austin fully demonstrates the charm of mature women. It can be said without hesitation that in seducing men, there is no one in the Rector celebrity circle.

Tennyson never thought he was a Christian, and he had no idea about God. However, at this moment, reality has taught him a very precious lesson. As for tuition? Perhaps it is his life, Quinna Austin's life, and even the life of 80% of Rector's nobles!

The world of God is actually very boring. They don’t have to worry about eating or drinking, eating wind and drinking dew, and they don’t have the desire to fight and compete. The only entertainment that can relieve boredom and be happy is nothing more than playing people.

Ordinary people will get bored if they play too much. Occasionally, they will change their tastes, which will make high-ranking officials and nobles depressed for a while.

Just like today, through the glass window on the second floor, Tennyson saw a scene that was both longing and shocking. On the other end of Quentin Island, a silver-white smoke dragon was straight down from tens of thousands of feet above the military base stationed in the island guards.

Then, time seemed to pause, and then the entire hall began to shake, and a roar came from the ground. A huge fireball rose from the other end of the horizon. The rolling fiery red clouds formed a huge mushroom cloud in the air. The shock wave spread rapidly around with the smoke, radiating halos. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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