Chapter 210: Sword of Damocles
"No, you can't leave!"

"Mr. Nehu, this is an order from our superiors. Given the current domestic situation, we must go back and ensure the safety of the commander-in-chief. If you have any opinions, you can raise them through diplomatic channels."

Commissioner Smith politely but distantly rejected the other party's unreasonable request, and hurried to the base with Hunter and Jim, who had long wanted to leave, and took a special plane back home.

Nei Hu stood on the table for a long time before he sat down with difficulty, clenched his fists, and roared.

“***!!”

The documents and decorations on the desk were swept off the ground, a vase broke into pieces with a clang, and the water inside soaked the precious carpet.

The secretary outside was so frightened that he trembled. He took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and then knocked on the door tremblingly.

"Sir, do you need it?"

"roll!"

The sound quickly died down.

At this moment, Nei Hu was like a gambler who had lost all his money at the gambling table. He held on to the few chips he had and stared at the calm attitude of his opponent.

No one is willing to work for him anymore.

There is absolutely no way to implement forced conscription. No one wants to face a supernatural monster and waste their life in vain.

There seemed to be some undercurrent lurking within the entire army.

Even the big family that has always supported him is now in a desperate situation.

Looking out the window, the wave of protests has never stopped, including Palestinians and Davidians.

"Idiot, idiot! We can't retreat! As aliens, we have never had a way to retreat since we have established ourselves here!"

Although they claimed that this was the promised land given by God, Neihu knew clearly that compared with others, they were indeed outsiders, and strength was the foundation of their existence, but now, this foundation had collapsed.

Literally falling apart, because Amei actually split.

Neihu knew that the country's identity crisis was becoming more and more serious, and that division might be a matter of time, but he did not expect that this day would come so soon. Something must have happened that he was not aware of.

After staring outside for a long while, he suddenly seemed to have an illusion and saw a dark shadow appear outside.

"black Wolf!"

Nehu slapped himself a few times to make sure he was awake, but the black shadow was still there - there was no way he could be wrong, it was this monster, the terrible nightmare that made the soldiers despair. They would rather go to a military court than face this monster.

At this moment, this monster actually walked into the warning area as if no one was around, without triggering any alarm, and no one came to notify him to evacuate.

Black Wolf raised his head and looked at him with a look of sarcasm in his eyes.

Nehu's heart was beating wildly. He took a few steps back and fell to the ground. His palm was cut by the broken vase. But he didn't care about such a small matter. He got up, opened the door, stared at the bewildered secretary, and roared: "Where are the troops?! Where on earth are the guards? And Tamir, notify him and ask him to come and evacuate me immediately!"

The secretary made a panicked call, but the person on the other end of the line seemed to have no intention of answering the call. After a long beep, the call automatically hung up.

"No, no one listened."

Neihu's face turned pale. At this moment, all his hopes were shattered.

I was abandoned and became a complete outcast.

It's ridiculous. Normally he was the only one who treated others as abandoned pawns, but today he got the retribution.

But as a military man, he is not the kind of person who would sit and wait for death.

"You, you delay me for time." Nehu ordered, "Use your life to defend your country!"

The secretary had no idea what was going on, but knew it was definitely not a good thing. However, when he saw Neihu's hand reaching for his waist, he nodded hurriedly.

Neihu hurriedly left the office. He had built a tunnel here, which he finally used today.

The entire office building seemed to have fallen into an eerie silence, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

No one, no one, no one! He and his secretary were the only two people left in the entire office building.

He was extremely angry.

Traitors, all of them are traitors!

They must have known in advance that Black Wolf was coming, and as the Prime Minister of David, I was the second to last person to know about it.

There wasn't even a cleaner left! He was worse than a cleaner!

Suppressing his anger, he hurried to the entrance of the tunnel disguised as a utility room, took out his key, but couldn't insert it after trying for a long time. He looked at the keyhole blankly and found that it was completely different. The door lock had been secretly changed.

The key fell to the ground with a crisp sound. He subconsciously bent down to pick it up, but his sweaty hands tried several times to pick it up but failed.

And another breathing sound appeared behind him.

At this moment, he knew that the knife of death was hanging on his neck.

Pulling out his pistol, Nehu looked back with sweat and despair in his eyes.

The black wolf had stepped out of the shadows and was looking at him calmly.

"You can't kill me. I am God's people, and this is the land of honey and milk He has blessed us with."

Neihu didn't know what could threaten the monster in front of him, so he had to bring up God. After all, God had appeared in the Holy See, right?

The black wolf slowly transformed into a human form and looked at his ugly appearance before death, indifferent: "Since you know the horror of death, why do you push so many people to death?"

"For the sake of the country, I have no choice!!"

Bang! The bullets were splashed by Black Wolf's body, bounced off the wall, and then hit Neihu's instep accurately.

"Ah! Damn it!"

He still did not give up. Even though his hands were shaking, he tried his best to aim at the black wolf's eyes and fired two more shots.

Bang!

The bullet bounced back and hit his palm, knocking the pistol off his hand.

Neihu slumped on the ground against the door, screaming continuously, and made a final prayer in the face of the approaching black wolf.

"I, I'm willing to do anything. I can even convince my compatriots to leave here and let me live. You can get more, I promise you."

Black Wolf was silent for a few seconds, gave him a glimmer of hope, and then shattered the hope.

"No, your promise is worthless. Besides, it was you who made me become a monster."

In Neihu's pupils, the black wolf turned into a creepy monster like in a movie, completely blocking his vision.

“Ah, ahhh!!!”

The sound of bones and flesh being torn and broken and the screams were so harmonious that for the first time he felt pleasure.

After a while, the screams stopped, and the black wolf in human form walked out with bloody footprints, passing by the secretary who had come here at some point, standing there stupidly, holding a broom, with trembling legs.

Given the state of Nei Hu's body, a broom isn't enough, and I'm afraid a vacuum cleaner will be needed.

Ignoring the frightened secretary, Black Wolf walked out of the door and transformed into a wolf again. He looked far away at a rooftop. After seeing a figure, he began to accelerate and rushed towards the protesting crowd. His body shape changed, becoming more and more hideous and ugly.

"Black Wolf! Black Wolf is coming!"

"Monster, run!"

Seeing the black wolf rushing towards them, the crowd immediately fell into chaos and panic. People threw down their protest signs and ran away screaming along with the crowd.

At this moment, on the rooftop, Naimai, still wearing a hood, walked as if on flat ground, crossing the roofs of buildings, going in the opposite direction of the crowd on the ground, and running towards the black wolf.

The two actors, who were working together not for the first time, cooperated very well. When the black wolf was about to attack several civilians lying on the ground with his fangs and claws bared, Naimai pounced and pushed him away.

"Holy Envoy, it's the Holy Envoy!"

Naimai's outfit is already well-known in the local area, and the name of the Holy Messenger comes to mind easily.

The black wolf roared, and his neck spread out its black periosteum like a frilled lizard, looking very intimidating.

Naimai threw out two fireballs that looked good but were useless, and they exploded with a bang. The Black Wolf, which could eat missiles as food, was blown into a terrible mess, and rolled backwards, even knocking down a house.

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Naimai "pursued the victory" and started a fierce battle with the black wolf. The houses on the ground were vulnerable and dust was flying everywhere.

"Roar--"

With a scream that everyone could hear, the black wolf, whose body had shrunk significantly, rushed out from the smoke. It seemed to be barely supporting its body, and looked vigilantly at Naimai who was still in the smoke.

When the dust settled, Naimai, her white robe still spotless, stood there and looked at the black wolf.

People watched from afar, fearing death but also curious.

"Hooo!"

The black wolf howled toward the sky, glanced around, then turned and left.

Next, he will no longer hide until he leaves the country and escapes into the desert.

Thus, his cooperation with Naimai came to an end.

The fate of this country should no longer require his intervention. Naimai is enough to deter the villains.

Her reputation will reach its peak and Pakistan will usher in a new dawn. Unfortunately, Emani and many, many people will not see this day.

David country.

After confirming Nehu's death, the acting prime minister issued a ceasefire speech and requested to enter the negotiation stage.

During this period, Naimai had already reorganized the Pakistani government. The compromising officials stepped down and were replaced by rational hardliners. After obtaining Naimai's conditions, negotiations began with the Kingdom of David.

Still want to follow the UN's border demarcation? It's too late.

Compensation, cession of land, the former little tyrant, now an old bastard, was broken in the massacre by the Black Wolf, and was defeated by the Holy Envoy Naimai. Even a new hawkish organization led by Chaofan appeared in Pakistan: the Sword of Damocles. Some of their senior officials were liquidated and retaliated.

With three measures in hand, when the representative signed the agreement with a pale face and sweat on his face, he knew that the day of his suicide by shooting himself in the back was not far away, but what could he do? Comparing the country to a person, David had lost too much blood and was in shock. If the bleeding was not stopped, he would die completely.

Although the Pakistanis failed to completely drive out the Davidians, the situation had taken a 180-degree turn. Hope at least appeared in this land full of suffering. People poured into the streets, chanting the name of the Holy Messenger, kissing the earth, comforting the dead, and reveling day and night. Even Carlos, who had already escaped to the edge of the desert, could hear the joy brought by the wind.

"There are many nations suffering like us. They cannot even hope to make a sound that can be heard by civilization. Join me. Let us become the eternal sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of those imperialists, so that civilians will no longer become victims of the class."

Carlos turned around and looked at the young man who had sincerely invited him. He seemed to have seen this man somewhere.

"Your name?"

"Hasamu, you can also call me 'Sword'."

Hasamu is no longer weak. He deeply understands that swords are born to thirst for blood.

(End of this chapter)