Chapter 317: Return to the other body (Part 1)

Three hours later, Recto, on Quentin Island in the middle of the Stingfas Sea.
With the return of Roger Felit, Sulawia Palace was brightly lit, and there was joy on the tens of thousands of square meters of Zirog Square. The nobles from Wendenbat wore dresses and held wine glasses in their hands. The laughter was intertwined. Together, converge into the sea.
The men talked about the jokes they had heard from nowhere, while the women focused their attention on the well-dressed young male guests, chattering about their heads and feet, and occasionally made a deep smile or two.
The waiters carried the fruit plate and the fine wine between them, and handed the wine glasses or paper towels on the plate to the nobles who dismissed them.
The melodious music rippled in the square, some people twisted their bodies on the dance floor, swayed their skirts, and danced elegant and charming dance steps.
Most nobles may not be able to sing or play, but dancing skills and drinking are required courses. Of course, for women, bed time is also very important.
In Wendenbat, it was plunged into darkness, and death was like wine buried in a cellar, constantly fermenting. They sang and danced here, celebrating the demise of the rebels, celebrating Roger Felice, and praying for Lord Lancelot.
Between the common people and the nobles, there is like an insurmountable gap. In the officialdom, even if two people with different political opinions encounter doubts and provocations from civilians, they will temporarily abandon their prejudices and work together to suppress those who do not open their eyes. No matter how different the senior officials are, it is also an internal conflict. Civilians have thought about politics? That is simply the bottom line of provocative officials, and it is absolutely intolerable.
This is class! It is said that the power is given by the people and that everyone is equal before the law. Children in kindergartens will not believe this kind of thing.
Quentin Island is small, only 2,400 square kilometers, compared to the vast land of Recto. It can only be regarded as a drop in the sea. However, small is small, here is a noble colony, the Queens area of ​​Megall star system.
The residence of Lord Lancelot, Sulawia Palace stands here, and it is generally famous in Recto. Aristocrats and high officials of a little bit of power will buy a house here, dipping into the nobility of Lord Lord.
The housing price here is not high, even much lower than Wendenbat, and the greening, security, and supporting facilities are complete. Even if it is a public toilet, it can be called a first-class garden view.
This is a pure land of bliss, but it is like a blissful land that only Grandpa Buddha, Bodhisattvas and Arhats can enjoy. Ordinary civilians want to live here? That's just daydreaming.
There is no apartment here, no community. There is no simple tube building, only one well-decorated villa with garden, swimming pool and garage. And the price is only the cost price of the building.
Everything here is the welfare of the nobles and high officials, common people? Hehe, they only deserve to have those shoddy things. But expensive and outrageous commercial housing, and then carry high debts. Pay for it in a lifetime.
Here, a good living environment is only one aspect. As the grounds of Lord Lord’s palace, Quentin Island is equipped with powerful security facilities. This is from Brigadier General Camaro to the Chief of the Peace and Order, but it is ranked among the core politicians of Recto. It can be seen.
On Quentin Island's 2,400 square kilometers of land. There is a great wall of steel built around the coastline. The 52-meter-high wall is lined with turrets and dense checkpoints. The buffer zone between the city wall and Sulawia Palace is filled with large and small anti-aircraft missile launching arrays.
In addition to the machine guns, cannons, and laser cannons used to deal with ground weapons, there are also large reattached cannons and plasma cannons used to deal with sea and air ships.
In the air, there are armed airships, reconnaissance ships equipped with quantum radars, unmanned aerial vehicles with sub-radars, fighter patrol squadrons and other flying units to perform 24-hour patrol missions. In addition. There are also high-precision sonar stations, ocean currents and water temperature monitoring systems, patrol submarines, underwater camera robots and other early warning equipment.
It can be said unceremoniously that Quentin Island is a military fortress that is always on alert.
As early as more than half a month ago, when the "Knock the Mountain and Shake the Tiger" operation was blocked, Camaro ordered his soldiers to prepare for battle, raising the security level of the entire Quentin Island to the highest level. Raise the "Manor Rainbow" (the Great Wall of Steel on the edge of Quentin Island) to form an absolute defense line.
Where Sulawia Palace was located, he dared not take the slightest care. After seeing how powerful the rebels were, Camaro was very afraid that they would burn the flames of war on Quentin Island. Lord Lancelot was a man with cleanliness. I don't like the traces of gunpowder on the walls of the palace where I live.
However, what surprised Camaro was that after the counterattack, the rebels constricted their minions and hungered. This made him breathe a sigh of relief.
Two hours ago, Governor Roger sent the news of the success of the decapitation operation, which made Camaro a sigh of relief and ordered the soldiers to lower the "Manor's Rainbow", lowering the security level of Quentin Island.
Plasma cannons, 600 nuclear bombs, in the face of such an attack, unless it is a god, most people simply can't survive.
"How about being arrogant for a while? There is only a dead end against the empire! Those poor worms, I'm afraid that there are no bones left behind."
Camaro stood on the second floor of the front hall of Sulawia Palace across from Zirog Square, sneered at the northern sky.
Unlike Wendenbat, the sky of Quentin Island is cloudless, with shining stars, as bright as a pearl in the night.
...
Kunna Austin was standing at the entrance of the front hall of Sulawia Palace, smiling and looking not far away with an energetic face, nodding to the nobleman in the square, and Roger Fillie who strode towards the meteor. special.
Seriously speaking, the success of the "beheading" operation is also due to her contribution. Four hours ago, she "stupidly" sent tons of zero elements to the rebels in order to investigate and study. All the internal conditions confirmed that the backbone of the rebel army was there, ensuring that the space-based plasma cannon could kill with one blow, and completely wipe out the guys that made her hate her teeth.
"Quentin Island is no better than inland. The weather is still very cold after nightfall." Before Roger Felit approached, she greeted her with a coat.
"Knowing that the night on Quentin Island is very cold, are you still wearing such a thin dress?" Roger squeezed Kunna Austin's chest without anyone else. The black evening dress was empty, without a bra, and the start was soft and slippery.
Then he reached down again. I touched down the curve of the straight buttocks, and I didn't even wear any underwear.
Kunna Austin gave him a shy look and put the windbreaker on his shoulder: "You are the governor, the chief executive of Recto, and so many people are watching, so you are not afraid of gossip behind your back."
"Gossip? Only some mediocre people worry about gossip. Your husband doesn't care, why should I converge? In Recto, who dares to say more? Aren't you afraid of being invited to have tea by the beautiful security chief?"
"Hey, what are you doing with that trash." Kunna? Austin gave him a sullen look: "It's really disappointing."
"If you don't mention him, how can you help you control the power of the Williams family?" Roger Feilett shrugged and made the trench coat a little closer: "I didn't say anything before. Keep everything simple, in case Charles When those boring federal politicians know, won’t they accuse us of having no human rights internationally?"
Kunna Austin glanced back at the singing and dancing on the square. The smiling nobles smiled slightly: "It's no wonder that I, if you hadn't sent someone to pick them up before, these people would have died."
"Haha... I've been a good person for a while." Roger Feilett didn't look back, and walked towards the second floor step by step. Melville, Camaro, Minister of Health Hausman Nelson, Minister of Propaganda, William Clark and others are still waiting for his order to deal with tonight.
"Good guy?" Kunna Austin smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly. How many good people are in office? Anyone who wants to be in power, to control others, and to give orders. Even if there was some kindness at the beginning, it would be consumed in the following money game and the temptation of power and sex. Even the most basic level. Civil servants of civilian origin, over time, think about how to exploit civilians, make extra money, engage in extramarital affairs, not to mention that they have received aristocratic education since they were young. The aristocratic class that treats common people like pigs and dogs.
With her fascinating effort, Roger Felit had already gone up to the second floor, seeing Waters, Camaro and others, and it was another greeting.
Next, it is natural to arrange the aftermath. Predecessors left countless valuable lessons for playing with civilians and manipulating public opinion. How to exaggerate hatred, magnify contradictions, and how to make your hypocritical expressions more compassionate and approachable. As a qualified politician, Roger, Hausman, William, and Kunna are naturally familiar.
There are media packaging, experts and scholars to beautify, there are "civilian origin" Internet celebrities praised, I believe that the nuclear explosion in Wendenbat will soon subside. After a year or a half, those who survived will forget the pain and live as they should. The "Wendengbat nuclear explosion" will only exist in the history books compiled by the government.
As for those who died, God knows their names.
"To the empire, to your majesty, to Lord Lancelot, a toast!" Roger Felice smiled and raised his glass.
"Yes, to the empire, to your majesty, to the lord, cheers!"
"..."
Bang! Bang! Bang! There was a sound of collision of wine glasses.
Health Minister Hausman Nelson, Propaganda Minister William Clark and others laughed happily. Disasters, whether natural disasters or human sufferings, are the common people who suffer, but the officials are happy. Because only in this way, can there be a chance to make merits and receive awards, to deduct pensions, disaster relief funds, and to accept bribes and place cronies.
No matter how poor it is, officials cannot be poor, and no matter how hard it is to suffer nobles, this is the golden rule of Mongolian politics. As for the life and death of civilians, what do they do? Of course, if they died at their door, it would be a different matter, because the smelly body would mess up the mood of the officials.
Melville was silent with his wine glass, but Waters smiled forcefully. He did not expect that the counterattack was defeated and the mountain ghost commando was wiped out. Melville was ruined. However, Lord Lancelot let this spirited old guy take over the Capital Military Region. He just did it. The temporary commander who had been working for more than half a month was beaten back to his original form and went to work as a deputy.
This is simply bullying!
Although Waters was uncomfortable, it was Lord Lord's order. He didn't dare to complain. He could only turn his grievances into motivation to drink, drinking one cup after another, drinking him dimly.
Compared with Waters, Tennyson is not happy. The rival Dunbar Taylor has no chance of turning over this time. Most of the core members of the entire Taylor family died in this super nuclear explosion.
"Chief Kunna. I toast you." Tennyson walked to the window and glanced at the talking and laughing little nobles and middle-level officials in the square, with a knowing smile on his face. That's it. The poor get poorer and the humble get cheaper. What do you say about enjoying life? Only the nobles and senior officials know how to enjoy life. Those untouchables are only worthy to linger in the dark, making compromises under oppression.
Kunna Austin smiled: "Tennyson, you can be said to be full of ambition now, that guy who always dominates you is finally finished."
"To each other." Tennyson chuckled, "Isn't Chief Kunna also a shame?"
"Hehe, it seems to have a lot to do with me. I didn't do anything, so I don't have to toast."
Tennyson looked at the lady who was about to set up an archway in front of him, and he smiled: "In this case, I wish Mongolia prosperity for the Asian country, and the Lord Duke will always enjoy prosperity."
"Rs!" The two toasted together and drank in one go.
After that, Kunna Austin stroked her long hair that was blown by the wind, looked at the starry night sky, and muttered to herself: "It seems that there is something wrong."
"Of course." Tennyson gently shook the empty cup: "Without fireworks, how can the celebration party lack fireworks."
Kuna Austin turned his head and glared at him: "There are still some soldiers on the coastline of Quentin Island. It is very time now. Pay attention to the influence."
"He...hehe. If you want me to say, you civil servants are really too cautious. Just like a lord, it is courageous and decisive. Such a big fireworks event is exciting to think about."
"Tennyson, Wendenbat said there are tens of millions of people. Wouldn't it be a bit..."
Tennyson shrugged: "Director Kunna, how spectacular and magnificent a series of 600 nuclear bombs exploded, how magnificent and magnificent I missed such a scene. Don't you feel it is a pity?"
"What a pity? What can be a pity? Is it possible that you want to do it again?" Kunna Austin said with a smile.
The death of millions of people in Wendenbat, in the eyes of nobles like them, is no different from talking about a football game or talking about celebrity gossip.
"Oh, it would be great if this matter was supervised by me. Such an exciting thing, it would be nice to see it with my own eyes once in a lifetime..."
Tennyson looked a little lost. For a nobleman like him who has nothing to worry about, money is nothing, woman? What kind of beauties have never played? He is a soldier, and what he desires most is marching and fighting, especially winning. It's just that Rector belongs to the hinterland of the empire and has no battle to fight at all. Especially in the army, all commanders and commanders are all idle duties.
As a result, these soldiers who were used to the life of licking blood when they were young are soldiers who can only seek their own presence on the edge of life and death.
As far as general veterans are concerned, the so-called fun can only be gambling, drug abuse, prostitution, and fights. But as far as noble generals are concerned, it is much more fashionable, such as hunting mountains, birds and beasts, killing rebels, holding parties, and even collecting corpses and cooking cannibals.
Just like Stevenson who protects Faraday, for people whose psychology has been distorted and corroded by war to the point of abnormality, the more exciting things, the more they can stimulate their inner sense of existence.
Although Tennyson never admits it, but in his subconscious mind, watching hundreds of nuclear bombs explode in series, listening to the screams and screams of millions of people, this is definitely an excitement that can no longer be stimulated, and it is so sour. What a sour thing. For him, a large number of civilians died, this is his point!
"I really want time to go backwards and history to repeat itself. To see such a scene with my own eyes, even if it is dead, is worth it." Tennyson muttered to himself, and put the goblet back into the waitress' tray.
Kunna Austin trembled with a smile: "Tennyson, you are so cute, time goes back? History repeats itself? Huh... Huh..."
Worthy of being a stunner in the noble circle of Rector, Kunna Austin showed the charm of mature women to the fullest~EbookFREE.me~ It can be said unceremoniously that Recto is seduce men. There is no other celebrity circle.
Tennyson never considered himself a Christian, and he had no idea about the Lord of God. However, at this moment, reality has taught him a very precious lesson. As for tuition? Perhaps his life, Kunna Austin's life, or even the life of 80% of the nobles of Rector!
God's world is actually very boring. They have no worries about eating or drinking, eating and drinking, and they have no desire to fight and win. The only entertainment that can resolve boredom and enjoyment is nothing more than playing people.
Ordinary people will get bored if they play too much, and occasionally they will change their tastes, which makes the high-ranking officials also depressed.
Just like today, through the glass windows on the second floor, Tennyson saw a scene that was both longing and shocking. On the other side of Quentin Island, over the military base where the island guards were stationed, a silver-white smoky dragon stood tens of thousands of feet away. Go straight down from the sky.
Then, time seemed to pause for a while, and then the whole hall began to shake, and there was a roar from the ground, a huge fireball rose from the horizon, and the tumbling fiery red cloud formed a huge mushroom cloud in the sky, a shock wave band. The smoke spread rapidly to the surroundings, radiating halos. (To be continued...)