"NO!!!!!!!!!"
Seeing his mother being beaten to death on the spot, Murta Azrael rushed forward like crazy, desperately trying to stop the bleeding bullet holes.
Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain.
Because the terrifying Cavitation Effect large-caliber revolver had smashed the heart in the chest, and part of the muscle tissue even flew out of the back together with the bullet.
For such an injury, let alone blocking it with your hands, it is estimated that even if there is an emergency room nearby, it will not be saved.
"Don't be too sad."
Allen gently patted the young man's shoulder, deliberately pretending to empathize and comforted, "Just like Atlantic Federation's TV media often promotes, although your mother died, she gained precious freedom. Is there anything in this world that is more precious than freedom and more worthy of a person giving everything, even his life?"
It has to be said that these heart-wrenching remarks instantly sent shivers down the spines of the Azrael family members present.
Because they, who are engaged in medical treatment, finance and arms trade, used these things to deceive the people of other countries.
Then create confrontation, conflict and contradiction, and then use "human rights" as an excuse to conduct military intervention, thereby plundering large sums of wealth.
But what they never expected was that this kind of thing would happen to them one day.
Murta Azrael, who was about to be driven crazy, suddenly got up from the ground and roared crazily, "Come on! Kill me! Shoot here!"
"Sorry, that's not how the rules of the game I announced just now work. Do you know why your mother was beaten to death just now? Because you chose too slowly just now, which exhausted my patience. So I decided to give you a small lesson. Remember, you don't even have the right to commit suicide before I allow you to die."
With that said, Allen gently patted the cheek of the blond young man in front of him in an extremely humiliating way.
"Asshole! I'll fight you!"
Murta Azrael, who had a psychological shadow on Coordinators in his heart, the string of reason in his brain was instantly broken, and he rushed forward with teeth and claws, trying to strangle the murderer of his biological mother in front of him.
Unfortunately, he obviously forgot one thing, that is, in terms of physical fitness, Coordinators completely crushed most of Naturals.
What's more, Allen is more than just Coordinators.
Before Murtagh Azrael could rush forward, he suddenly found that he had lost his balance for some reason, and his face fell hard to the ground.
Bang!
After a muffled sound, his nose was instantly flattened, and blood mixed with snot spurted out.
At the same time, the front teeth also flew out in the collision, and his face and mouth were covered in blood.
"Fight with me? Are you sure you have such ability? Not to mention bare-handed, even if I give you a gun, you won't be able to pose even the slightest threat to me. In addition, if you dare to commit suicide, I will execute all Azrael family people, including men, women and children." Allen bent down and threatened Murtagh's ear.
At this moment, in the eyes of the people around him, he was like a demon crawling out of Hell. Both his words and actions exuded suffocating despair.
Anyone who is not a fool can see that Allen has a strong dislike for this group of people who control capital, and he does not even hide his naked malice.
"Get up! Let's get on with this game."
With that said, Allen grabbed Murta Azrael's hair and roughly pulled him up from the ground.
Then, he finished loading the bullet with one hand, then turned the revolver, aimed at his head and pulled the trigger.
Click!
When they heard the sound of the empty gun, everyone present felt a thump in their hearts.
Because they know that the next person to be killed by a bullet will most likely be them.
"It's your choice, my friend." Allen urged, staring at Murtagh Azrael's eyes full of hatred.
"What do you want, you damn lunatic?" the latter asked through gritted teeth.
Allen replied calmly, "What I want is very simple, and that is to make you and your family pay the price for provoking this war. Not only you, but none of the capital behind the entire Atlantic Federation can escape. I will enjoy watching you go to destruction and death in bits and pieces of pain and despair. Because in my plan for New World, there is no place for you from beginning to end."
For more than an hour, banging gunshots were heard in the room.
Although the Orb soldiers guarding the outside were very curious about what was going on inside, due to the order, they could not get in to find out what was going on with Opening Gate.
Finally, when the last gunshot ended, the room fell silent.
When the door opened again, they only saw Allen in military uniform walking out alone.
All the Azrael family members who had been escorted into the room disappeared inexplicably.
But at this moment, anyone who knows magic or can see souls will find that Allen is closely followed by hundreds of ghosts with painful and twisted expressions.
With power like Demon God, Allen has transformed all the members of Azrael family into vengeful spirits full of hatred for the living.
I plan to take these guys to the lobby and assign them to the Atlantic Federation negotiators one by one.
Then they will be handed over to the capital interest groups who control the world behind their backs.
And use this as a Root curse to ensure that these "human masters" bloodlines that have been reproduced for unknown generations will live in misfortune, pain and despair forever.
After all, this is how these guys with their hands stained with sin and blood treat ordinary people.
Now, it's their turn to taste the feeling of life being worse than death.
Only this is fair!
Allen walked straight into the negotiation venue with hundreds of wraiths twisted and tortured to madness by magical power.
Upon seeing this, a representative from Atlantic Federation immediately stood up and asked with a smile, "Sir, are you satisfied with the gifts we provided?"
"Haha! Satisfied! Very, very satisfied!"
Allen had a happy expression on his face and threw a resentful spirit onto the other party.
The latter seemed to feel something and shuddered subconsciously.
But soon, he put aside this extremely uncomfortable feeling and cautiously asked, "Can we start negotiating now?"
"Of course, no problem."
Allen casually distributed the hundreds of resentful spirits behind him, then walked straight to his own seat and sat down.
"Great! Then can't you order a ceasefire for Orb's troops that are advancing on the northward front?" Another representative took the opportunity to make a request.
You must know that in just about ten hours, the defense line built by Atlantic Federation has been broken through several layers.
The forward Orb, the fastest advancing player, has already entered the original US-Mexico border, and is about to form a pincer offensive.
At that time, hundreds of thousands of troops may be surrounded and annihilated in minutes, and not even a single one can escape.
Allen pretended to think about it for a few seconds, and then asked meaningfully, "What do you plan to do in exchange for our Orb's ceasefire? You must know that the current battle situation is overwhelmingly beneficial to Orb."
"We can agree to cede Central America territory including Mexico while recognizing Orb's sovereignty in South America."
An old man who had almost lost all his hair simply threw out the prepared chips.
Due to the precarious situation of Atlantic Federation, he simply did not dare to ask for high prices and repay the money on the ground like he usually did in negotiations between countries.
Just the opposite!
Every minute the negotiations are delayed now, the situation will continue to deteriorate.
If the domestic order completely collapses and the angry people at the bottom overthrow the government, then the ones who will suffer the most will be those who control capital.
"Oh? I don't see that you are quite courageous. But unfortunately, this is not enough." Allen pursed his lips and revealed a playful smile.
Hearing this sentence, the faces of the Atlantic Federation representatives present turned ugly.
The old man who just spoke took a deep breath, suppressed the unwillingness and anger in his heart and asked, "Then what else do you want?"
"I also want all of your nuclear reserves, as well as the technology and production lines of heavy weapons and equipment. In other words, from now on, Atlantic Federation will not be allowed to have a navy and air force, let alone enter the space field. Including the number of your troops, weapons and equipment, all need to be monitored by Orb. In addition, Moon base must also be part of the compensation for defeat."
Allen The lion opened his mouth unceremoniously.
Because he knew that with Orb's current military strength, if he wanted to go deep into North American region to attack and occupy, there would inevitably be very heavy casualties.
Therefore, we plan to use another method to encroach along the border line little by little, and by the way provoke domestic conflicts in the other party.
The best thing is to trigger a Civil War, killing tens or even hundreds of millions of people.
After all, North America mainland has been peaceful for too long!
Neither World War I nor World War II caused devastating damage to it.
Therefore, people living here often have a sense of blind confidence and superiority that they are the chosen people.
They cannot see the cruelty of war at all, so they support the government in launching foreign wars without any scruples.
Now, it's time for them to taste the pain of war themselves.
Just like what Pain said in Naruto.
Only by personally feeling pain, experiencing pain, and tasting pain can human beings understand each other and understand the value of peace.
Otherwise, when a person who has suffered from war tells a person who has lived in a peaceful environment for a long time how terrible war is, the latter will only think of scenes from movies or games.
"What? This is impossible!"
When Atlantic Federation's negotiator heard these outrageous demands, he immediately stood up and refused loudly and excitedly.
Especially considering Moon base as part of the compensation for defeat is definitely a fact that capital cannot accept.
Because in the world of Gundam SEED, nuclear energy is the most important energy source in most countries, and it can even be said to be the only energy source.
As the closest place to the earth where helium 3 can be mined in large quantities, the value of the moon is self-evident.
This is why, even though Eighth Fleet in Earth orbit has been completely wiped out and Moon base has long become an isolated and helpless fortress, Earth Alliance is still unwilling to give up.
Once Moon base concedes the goal, it means that the earth will lose more than 70% of its energy supply.
More importantly, among the companies mining helium 3 on the moon, Atlantic Federation's capital accounted for a very high proportion.
They don't want to lose this important cash cow.
But Allen obviously did not intend to get used to the problems of these representatives of the capital group, and issued an ultimatum unceremoniously. "Remember! The conditions I proposed are not to discuss with you, but to inform and request. Later I will notify the frontline troops to stop advancing, and you have three days to consider it. If you cannot give me a satisfactory answer after three days, then the war will continue."
After saying this, Allen stood up and left the table without paying attention to the change in the other party's expression, leaving a group of Atlantic Federation negotiators staring with big eyes.
Obviously, none of the above requirements are something they can decide on their own.
Therefore, after a brief silence, the representatives got up and returned to the hotel where they were staying, and began to contact their local superiors who had taken refuge in the shelter.
Suddenly, Panama City's external encrypted communications became extremely busy.
Artificial intelligence - Adam intercepted the signal without ceremony and deciphered all conversations.
Seeing the reactions of these guys who were nervous, anxious, angry, or yelling, Teresa couldn't help but smile and joked, "As expected of you! You can play with the enemy so easily. If nothing else, they should come to visit you secretly one by one next, right?"
"Haha, you guessed it right.
Due to the harsh conditions I have imposed, it is simply impossible for all the capital in North America mainland to survive.
Therefore, they must start to Backstab each other and protect their own interests by selling out the interests of other capital groups.
If we explain it in a simpler way, it depends on who betrays the country more ruthlessly, decisively and quickly.
After all, the cancer of capital has no national concept.
It is like a parasite. When one host is about to die, it will quickly find a new host.
But this time, I won't give them any chance of parasitism.
All capital will die, the difference is just that it dies faster or dies slower. "
When saying these words, Allen did not hide his intentions at all, and generously pronounced the death sentence on the entire North America huge capital interest group in public.
As for how to replace capital after it is eliminated...
He decided to follow the example of Kree and let artificial intelligence deeply intervene in social division of labor and supervision and management.