037 Murder on the Acropolis

Hearn, the president of the Autonomous Smelting Committee of the City of Athens, walked up the smooth stone steps to the Acropolis, escorted by the guards led by his son Antony. Since 3,000 years ago, people have walked the same way to the Acropolis. Under the "polishing" of countless pairs of feet over thousands of years, the stone steps of the Acropolis are so smooth that they may even slip if they are not careful. Hearn couldn't count how many times he had walked on the stone steps, but the previous ones were not as grand as today. He felt like he was walking with Pericles and other Athenian sages. Tonight, he will announce to the world on the Parthenon that Athens will become an independent city-state in the future.

When we arrived at the Acropolis, all we could see was desolation. After all, the Acropolis had been plundered by the Romans, Ottoman Turks and even the British. Hearne secretly swore in his heart that one day, sooner or later, he would let them return the stolen treasures of the Acropolis.

The once glorious Paterong Temple now only has some stone pillars and replicas left. As early as hundreds of years ago, it was destroyed by shelling. The few remaining cultural relics were later bought by the British at low prices from the Ottoman Turks and became collections of the British Museum.

Hearn looked around dissatisfied, not that he was dissatisfied with the current dilapidation of the Parthenon. After all, the temple was already like this before he was born. He was dissatisfied that none of the media or members of the committee came to see him become the first mayor of independent Athens.

"What's going on? Anthony, didn't we agree to start at eight o'clock? Where are the committee members? Where are the reporters? Where is my secretary? Where are they?"

Anthony looked at his watch. It was already eight o'clock.

Just as Hearn was about to take out his cell phone and reprimand his secretary, he saw a dozen acquaintances holding daggers rushing out of the temple. They were all his colleagues on the committee.

Before Hearn could react, he was restrained by two guards.

A dozen committee members rushed over, each stabbing Hearn with a dagger in his hand. As if they had rehearsed, they stabbed each person in an orderly manner.

At this time, Hearne was experiencing a long and painful death, and his great wish to lead Athens to independence was no longer in his mind. He used his last strength to hold the arm of one of the assassins.

"And you? Anthony?"

"Father, Athens would be better off under Frederick the Great."

Frederick the Great was the emperor of HER, and Hearn understood everything. Anthony broke free from his father's arm and stabbed him.

Looking at Hearn lying dead on the ground, Anthony wiped the blood on his body with a handkerchief. He scanned everyone involved in the assassination with his wolf-like eyes.

"Everyone has now expressed their loyalty to the empire. Early this morning, the empire's "Whip of God" will arrive, and Athens will open its doors to welcome the empire's rule!"