Rebirth of the Star God Agent

Qi Aiyuan's eyes flashed, "Then why did we get the information that your archaeological team discovered the worms?" She wanted to delay Jerry Bradley and stop him from seeking self-punishment.

Jerry Bradley smiled.

"To clear all traces of that man's existence. Patrick and I are his puppets to hide himself."

Jerry Bradley adjusted his military uniform and continued in a tone that seemed both joking and reminding.

"I suggest you carefully research the past thousand years of star history to see if there have been any incidents similar to what happened between me and Patrick. I suspect..."

His smile was gentle and warm.

"He's lived a long time. In the vast history of Xinghai, the past is too far gone to be verified, but the records of the past thousand years are quite detailed. Let's check it out. It wouldn't be a bad idea..."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand from his pocket, and a delicate and compact energy gun was held in his palm.

The federal people in the light screen reacted, stood up suddenly, and stretched out their hands to Jerry Bradley.

Qi Aiyuan shouted loudly: "No!"

However, what was left to the people of the Federation in the end was Jerry Bradley's tearful but extremely gentle smile.

The light curtain disappeared in an instant.

Jerry Bradley cut off the communication.

The large conference room exploded with a bang...

In the chaos, Mr. Wen slammed the table heavily and looked at Minister Gong.

"Go quickly! Urgently contact the diplomatic department of Red Star and ask them to stop Jerry!" Old Wen's eyes were heavy.

Minister Gong reacted and directly sent an emergency communication request to the diplomatic department of Red Star.

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Marshal's Office on the 98th floor of the Red Star Tuttle Building.

Jerry Bradley once again leaned against the viewing window like a little child, looking carefully and earnestly at the sea of ​​people under the Tuttle Building.

His eyes were gentle and warm.

The Red Planet he loved all his life, his precious people of Red Planet.

After a long moment, Jerry Bradley let out a long sigh.

He muttered something unconsciously.

However, no one would know what he whispered.

He walked back to the huge desk, put down the energy gun in his hand, solemnly held up his military cap with both hands, and put it on himself.

He picked up the energy gun again, sat upright in the office chair in front of his desk, and turned on the office's video recording function.

He looked tenderly at the photographic equipment in the office.

"Everyone. I sincerely and solemnly apologize to all the citizens of Red Planet for my serious dereliction of duty and wrong decision."

He lowered his head slightly and saluted the photographic equipment seriously.

"sorry."

He raised his head again, and the tenderness and attachment in his eyes made people's hearts tremble.

"I will not shirk my responsibilities and will pay the corresponding price for the unrest on Red Planet. The only good news is that the Federation has agreed to my request for assistance."

He smiled, his honest face full of happiness and relaxation.

"Red Planet will not become the public enemy of the galaxy. With the support of the Blue Star Federation, the people of Red Planet will change their political system and regain peace."

At this point, tears welled up in his eyes again, but he still smiled happily.

"Red Planet will return to its former tranquility. When this video message is released, the five warships I dispatched to Zhuchen must return immediately. If, after receiving the order, they are unable to return in time."

Jerry Bradley's eyes darkened.

"They must have been coerced by that man. So, please, citizens of Red Planet, forgive them. After all, it was me, the marshal, who gave the order to leave the port, not the captain of the ship that set sail or our Red Planet soldiers."

Jerry Bradley smiled again, his eyes filled with reluctance and longing.

"Goodbye, everyone."

He turned off the camera.

He leaned heavily towards the office chair.

Jerry Bradley smiled as he heard the hurried and chaotic footsteps coming from outside the door.

Smiling like a naughty child.

He straightened his sitting posture and pointed the exquisite and compact energy gun at his temple.

He thought, it would be better to throw away such a confused head.

His heart still beats, and he still loves Red Star. So let it remain intact.

The silent energy gun was gently activated by Jerry Bradley.

His body stiffened for a moment, then softened.

The door of the Marshal's office was banged on by a chaotic crowd, and their crazy shouting did not wake up Jerry Bradley.

He is very tired.

He wants to take a nap.

When he wakes up again, Red Planet will be fine, right? Just like the Blue Star Federation.

The corners of Jerry Bradley's mouth curled up slightly.