Abdulaziz, who was only 24 years old, was once regarded by senior military officers of the Al-Nath al-Nath Front as Nasser's designated successor and the future leader of the Al-Nah-nah Front.
Because he was not only General Nasser's most trusted personal guard, but also his only adopted son.
Ziz, who lost his parents due to the war when he was a child, was dug out of the ruins when he was still a baby by Nasser, who had just founded the Renaissance Front from scratch, and raised him with care until he grew up.
The relationship between the two is not a blood relationship, but it is better than a blood relationship. Unfortunately, Nasser's unreserved attitude towards Ziz made him aware of all his plans.
While hundreds of soldiers from the Renaissance Front were fighting desperately in the dark corridors for various purposes, Ziz led several of his close men who had been with him for many years to surround the lonely Nasser, but he did not Dare to step forward.
Because Nasser's hand was placed next to the detonation button of the nuclear warhead, he only needed to move his finger slightly, and the one-thousand-ton nuclear bomb would vaporize them and the tens of thousands of Renaissance soldiers in the underground fortress. Return to nature with fallout.
And why are the General's nuclear buttons different from the ones in the movies? The movie obviously requires complicated procedures, awkward passwords and two keys that turn together. Why does the nuclear warhead in front of you, with its surface coated with a layer of black paint like an evil demon, only need to press a button to detonate? !
Ziz started to have random thoughts, and the hand that raised the pistol trembled slightly - after more than twenty years of extreme education, he was not afraid of death, but the old man in front of him who treated him as his own had caused a lot of psychological damage to him. A lot of pressure.
He didn't want to bear the crime of parricide, but for his own survival, he had to do this.
"Surrender! If the stalemate continues, we will all die here!"
Qiz, who had rarely been exposed to wind and sun, had a very straight appearance, unlike other soldiers who were rough and dark. The meticulous protection from the elders made this young man completely ignorant of the cruelty of war and the dangers of the human heart. He could only use feeble threats to make the old general smile, without any intention of moving his hands away.
Glancing at the so-called "confidants" following Ziz, the uneasiness and impatience in his heart were almost written on his face - no matter how loyal such confidants were, Nasser did not need them.
"Abdullah, I have to say, I'm surprised."
Nasser placed one hand motionless on the side of the nuclear button, and with the other hand caressed the horrific scar beside his lip, he asked with interest: "Did you plan the whole thing alone? Tonight's mutiny?" "
Sensing the change in his adoptive father's attitude, Ziz hesitated for a moment and then replied: "Yes, it was a plan that I came up with after discussing it with several staff members, so you must know one thing! There are people in this fortress Everyone is willing to die for you, but few can accept such a meaningless ending!"
"Meaningless......"
Nasser's eyes flickered, staring directly into Ziz's eyes, and asked: "If I say that the detonation of this nuclear bomb can give the entire Middle East Alliance a bright future, are you willing to put down the gun and press the button with me? This button?”
Qiz stood there silently for a long time, and gradually lowered his hand holding the gun.
But he did not step forward and stand beside his adoptive father. Instead, he took a few steps back and let the men following behind him pick up the rifles in their hands.
Obviously, he doesn't want to.
"Okay, very good, then I will make it happen for you."
Nasser's tone gradually became cold, and he slowly stood up from the cold steel chair. Facing the guns of his former subordinates aimed at his vitals, he seemed very indifferent, without any fear of being shot randomly. panic.
"Bang bang bang!"
With several dull gunshots and the sound of a body falling to the ground, Ziz, who couldn't bear to witness his adoptive father being killed, felt something was wrong. When he opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Nasser, he realized that the old man who should have fallen in a pool of blood was still there. Standing on the same spot, those who fell to the ground were the confidants he brought with him.
Before he could think about what happened, five Z-1 robots covered in pitch black jumped down from the high ceiling one after another. Their steel bodies made a crisp collision sound when they landed on the ground, which shocked Qiz. He stumbled and fell to the ground.
Facing the huge pressure of five Z-1 robots, he couldn't even think of resisting. He just sat there stupidly and listened to Nasser's words.
"You take him to the secret passage, as long as I'm here alone."
Nasser turned his head and said to a robot: "I hope you can keep your previous promises, not only to me, but also to the Middle East Alliance."
No matter whether the robot understood his words or not, Nasser bent down and picked up an AK, and a long-lost sense of solidity emerged from his heart. Just like when he killed the corrupt mayor of Mehran with an AK twenty years ago, he still remembers the cheers and applause from the citizens.
Gu "The road to atonement is long, I just have to walk it alone."
Pulling Qiz up who was lying on the ground, Nasser gently asked: "These robots will take you out of Mehran, and someone will help you make arrangements later. Don't talk along the way, just run. The farther you run, the farther you go." Well, don’t let anyone know your life experience.”
Looking at this old man who was once very tall but was now a head shorter than him, tears burst out of Qiz's eyes. As Nasser's shoulders were wet with hot tears, the young man realized that he had almost made a big mistake and hugged his father tightly, enjoying his last moments as a son.
"Go, it will be too late if you don't leave."
Raising his rough hands and patting Ziz's back, Nasser reluctantly pushed him away, letting the robot use its iron-like manipulator hands to firmly grasp Ziz's arms and shoulders, carrying the wailing child with him. The adopted son left here forcefully and headed for the secret escape route originally prepared for him.
Through the underground rail train, it only takes them ten minutes to arrive somewhere on the outskirts of Mehran, where they will be taken away by the long-awaited deportation plane and taken away from the Middle East Alliance to a place that he does not know and does not need to know.
As a reward for Nasser personally destroying the 20-year-old foundation of the Renaissance Front, the Star Group will help him arrange Qiz's life to ensure that this young man will not go astray and repeat the mistakes of his adoptive father.
Watching Ziz, who was unwilling to leave, being forcibly dragged away by the robot soldiers, Nasser returned to sit on the steel chair, lit a cigarette for himself, and started smoking quietly.
Suddenly there was a sound of military boots hitting the ground from the door. He, who had never let down his guard, immediately raised the AK in his hand, but after seeing the face of the person clearly, he put down the gun and took out a pack of already smoked items from his pocket. He handed over the half-filled cigarette.
"Sir, you've made it easy for me to find him!"
The person who came was the officer who had kicked away the high-explosive grenade before. He took the cigarette unceremoniously, touched his pocket, and laughed and cursed: "Damn, you just took the painkillers instead of a lighter! "
"Haha, you."
Nasser picked up the lighter on the table and helped the officer light the cigarette, and the two of them sat next to the nuclear warhead and started puffing away.
"Sir, this thing is quite powerful, isn't it?"
The officer pointed at the nuclear warhead in the center of the room, and there was no hint in his tone that he was about to be killed by a nuclear bomb.
"Haha, do you know why I did this?" Nasser laughed and said to himself.
"When I was forty years old, I thought that killing a few officials would solve the alliance's problems. When I was fifty years old, I thought that war would be another way to kill all the opponents and blockers."
After taking a nice drag on his cigarette, Nasser continued: "Only when I am over sixty do I realize that these are just temporary solutions, not the root cause. Even if we win, we can't cure this country's disease."
"What the alliance needs is to give the right medicine, instead of just throwing random fights like we did before, which did not have any effect except causing trouble for those officials who are still relatively conscientious."
The officer was a little confused when he heard this. He pointed at the nuclear warhead again and asked doubtfully: "We are useless, but this thing is useful? Will it be useful if we die?"
"it works!"
The resounding answer made the officer interested - he was among the first group of people who followed Nasser. The old brothers were killed and wounded, not counting Balawi, who was killed by an earth-penetrating bomb last week. He was still fighting on the front line. He was the only one left.
Nasser would not lie to him. There must be a reason for him to give such a definite answer.
Looking back at the countdown on the screen, Nasser casually pressed the button representing death and destruction on the console and started the synchronized detonation process.
"And, um, in half an hour, let me tell you what our deaths can bring to the alliance!"
"All ears."
"Let me tell you, this nirvana..."
