The Special Guard is the executioner tasked with purification.
On the sixth floor of the small building, the door to the office of the Deputy Commander of the Special Guard was tightly shut.
In the hall outside, clerical staff were nervously handling docunts. A female secretary hurriedly approached the office door with files in her arms, only to be stopped by the confidential secretary sitting at the door.
The two exchanged a few words. The female secretary holding the files anxiously glanced at the closed office door a few tis but ultimately left.
The heavy door isolated all the noise from outside the office. In the dim space, Sanders Carlow sat quietly.
The eyes of this middle-aged man flickered in the darkness. Those broken and crystal-clear lights were silent tears.
"Finally, this day has co." He said the final sentence into the microphone, put down the phone in his hand, slowly stood up, and took his uniform from the coat rack to put it on.
In the dim light, his sturdy physique was made even more imposing by the straight uniform.
He washed his face with hot water, thodically took out his personal pistol and identification, arranged and wore them neatly, his gaze never leaving the two black folders quietly lying on the desk.
After tidying everything, Carlow stood silently for a while, finally picked up the folders, turned around, opened the door, and walked out with big strides.
The confidential secretary outside the door quickly stood up. The officers passing by in the hall stood still and saluted.
"Prepare the car! To the Special Prison!"
The convoy, flying the Special Guard flag, sped along the highway under the escort of machine gun-mounted high-speed armored vehicles.
Twenty minutes later, the convoy arrived at the Special Prison located in the southern suburbs of Ludelit.
This heavily guarded place detained dozens of political prisoners and high-ranking officers awaiting a military tribunal.
Forr Federation President Hamilton was also imprisoned here.
After handing over his identification for a routine check and having his authorization verified on SkyNet, Carlow walked alone into the long prison corridor.
One sealed explosion-proof door after another opened before him. His footsteps echoed particularly loudly in this lonely space.
Finally, after the last automatic door opened, Carlow saw the person he wanted to et.
Hamilton sat quietly on the floor of the small cell, which was surrounded by soft protective layers.
The mature and steady forr President, who once exuded such vigor, had beco much thinner. The uncolored white hair at his temples made him appear old and haggard.
The two looked at each other quietly.
After a long ti, as if reading sothing in Carlow's eyes, Hamilton's eyes suddenly lit up.
He grasped the cell bars fiercely, eyes bright: "Tell !"
"You..." Carlow slowly handed the two folders in his hand to Hamilton: "Are the madman I admire most!"
Hamilton quickly opened the folders.
Soon, he discarded one of them and opened the other.
"Tian Xingjian..." As the docunt appeared, all the strength seed to drain from Hamilton's body. He slowly sat down and closed his eyes. There was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
He breathed deeply, as if the dark cell was filled with fresh, free air. His expression was calm and serene. However, in Carlow's eyes, that slight smile was more satisfying than a hysterical laugh.
"Don't you want to look at the docunt concerning your fate?" Carlow asked quietly, observing Hamilton.
"It's just a matter of the thod and timing of execution..." Hamilton responded with a faint smile, extending his left arm to touch a black mole on his forearm: "Those decisions will certainly not be made by them. I only need to use my nail to pierce this biological poison pouch and the surrounding skin, and I will die within a second. Just like a bullet shot into the head, without even feeling a trace of pain."
"When did you prepare this poison pouch?" Carlow looked at Hamilton's arm.
"On the day I made the final decision," Hamilton's tone was light, as if speaking of soone irrelevant: "It was also the day I sent Bernadotte and Flavio to Chuckna."
"You planned all this alone, starting from that ti. No wonder you proposed to Congress the establishnt of the Seed Forces... Why didn't you continue to resist!" Carlow excitedly clutched the cell bars: "We still have a chance! The Feiyang Republic has launched an attack on the Binart Empire. If we hold on..."
"No!" Hamilton interrupted Carlow, shaking his head: "We've discussed this topic many tis, there's no need to argue further. We have no chance! I am the President, and in this country, no one understands our situation better than I do!"
"Why?" Carlow cried out hoarsely: "Does this give us a chance?"
"This way..." Hamilton calmly said: "It's better than being breached by the Western Alliance and total annihilation. We no longer have the strength to continue resisting; four years of war have brought us to the brink. I don't want to admit defeat, but I know that if I don't acknowledge it, the entire Leray will be buried with ."
"Even so..." Carlow pursued: "We can still lead our troops to Chuckna, to Feiyang. We can continue to resist!"
"At the cost of the lives of the Leray people?" Hamilton coldly replied.
Carlow opened his mouth but fell into silent despair.
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