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The pale golden boy closed his eyes tightly, raised his head, and was bathed in the sunlight from the broken ceiling.

The windbreaker was too wide for him, and when he raised his head, the exposed neck was slender and long, like a graceful white swan, but motionless, like a statue carved from white jade, he couldn't even notice the ups and downs of his breathing, like a dead thing.

- Ares?

Gu Yu secretly exchanged glances with his major general, and was uncertain about the identity of this male youth for a while.

Obviously, the boy's status in the organization is high enough, but whether this hijacking is worth Ares' personal risk to appear is particularly suspicious.

It wasn't until the tall and strong female worm held the megaphone that the dead boy with his eyes closed and his head raised did not move, and came alive like a temperatureless statue. He slowly straightened his neck, his eyelashes fluttered open, like a fragile butterfly flapping its wings, revealing the same pale golden eyes.

All the golden colors were not warm on this young man, but were terrifyingly cold.

"I, have the conditions." The boy didn't take it, he just lowered his eyes listlessly, and said to the loudspeaker that the tall and strong female was leaning over, "I want your most powerful officer - the marshal. Randall?"

He said: "I want him to come forward and exchange all the worms. If not, then we will kill a female every ten minutes."

"The military department and the Congress that dedicate everything to the insect people." The corners of his pale mouth suddenly evoked a strange smile, "How would you choose? I'm really curious..."

The loudspeaker cuts off abruptly.

The live broadcast room exploded again.

Among the worms, Meng Liu, who had been silent all the time, still held his head, but his eyes suddenly stared at the male worm.

Gu Xi quietly squatted beside him, and said softly: "Calm down, don't act rashly, they will not send the marshal to die in vain."

Meng Liu no longer looked at the boy in white, lowered his head and stared deeply, and pinched his fingertips deeply into his palm where Wu Woo saw it.

Gu Yu squatted by the wheelchair in the distance, lowered his voice and said, "Their target is Randall? These lunatics don't really want to kill a female every ten minutes, right?"

Lu Chen lowered his eyes, covered his eyes, and pretended to be honest: "Sometimes such extremists don't speak logic like ordinary worms. They may have been planning for a long time, or they may have a temporary intention..."

The most fearful thing is that whether Randall comes or not, they will not let the worms go.

"Report, we have collected all possible sources and have not found any information about this male worm!" Inside the military command car, the commander of the third division reported to the marshal sitting in front of the live broadcast screen with a fine sweat.

Randall's eyes were fixed on the black-haired male worm on the screen. Hearing this, he was in a trance for a moment. Fang regained his usual sanity and asked, "Have the army worms all around me been ambushed?"

"Report, all parties are in place." Adjutant Evel said solemnly.

"Okay," Randall's eyes returned to the screen, and he couldn't help falling on the black-haired male. "Order all parties not to act rashly, be ready at any time, and follow orders."

"Yes." Evel responded.

"The top priority is to let me go in and exchange with them, divert the attention of this group of terrorists, and then implement emergency operations to rescue all the worms. What did Congress say?" Randall asked lightly.

Evil lowered his head and replied, "The Congress uses your safety in the name of it... I firmly disagree with you personally taking risks. Now there is no consensus within the Congress, and there is still a lot of quarrel in the meeting."

Randall is rarely calm: "A group of old antiques!"

"Admiral, your safety is related to the stability of the military and the empire. If you don't have a nod from the Congress, you must not risk yourself." Evil frowned and advised.

Randall stared at the male insect figure on the screen and said coldly: "Go ahead and ask. There are meetings and meetings, and there are endless meetings. I think they will nod their heads if they are really dead."

Ten minutes of torment came.

The worms of the Empire, who were watching the live broadcast, all gasped for air—a female worm on the side was actually pulled out!

The female worm who happened to be squatting next to a mask worm was originally a relative and friend of the contestant, but this time she came to cheer for her roommate.

He had just turned 20, a young worm who was still in college. He was very frightened by the sudden change that happened to him. When he was pulled out like a chicken, his legs were shaking like a sieve, his mind went blank, and he even begged for mercy. The words were too frightening to say.

Gu Yu, who was squatting in the swarm, looked around, trying to find the flaws of the mask worms around him, and grabbed the laser gun in their hands.

Lu Chen, who was beside him, moved.

"Major General—" Gu Yu let out a low growl, and quickly held down Lu Chen's hand, "Don't move!"

This is what he is most afraid of.

Lu Chen didn't move, but Gu Yu still didn't dare to let go of his hand and stared at him.

The laser gun had already touched the forehead of the female insect, the young female insect was trembling, her face was pale as if she had lost her soul, and the barrage was too shocked by the real death of the insect. His friends and relatives bit their lips and covered their mouths with red eyes.

"Yu Yu." Lu Chen closed his eyes, not daring to meet the male worm's eyes again, "I can't, watching any innocent worm die in front of me."

"Feel sorry."

Gu Yu's lips trembled, his heart was ashes, and before he could stop him, Lu Chen had already shouted at the masked worms: "Don't hurt him, you have to kill the female worms, let me do it instead."

Gu Xi in the distance was surprised, and together with all the worms squatting on the ground and holding their heads, he looked at the black-haired female worm sitting in a wheelchair, but more like a standing worm than anyone else.

The barrage was also sensational.

"It's yours?" The male insect boy, who had been listless all the time, showed some interest, "Are you the imperial knight? It's a well-deserved reputation, very different from the hypocritical bureaucrats of the military and the Congress."

"Since you asked for death on your own initiative, I might as well fulfill your sacrifice."

The tall female put down the gun and pushed the young female, whose pants were wet with fright, back into the swarm.