In any map in the old era, the word "Xinjing" could not be found. Like Pioneer City, Xinjing is also one of the many cities rebuilt after the war by the Red Republican Army. However, in terms of size and population, it is the largest one.

Lin Xiang has been trying hard to adjust his thinking and want to eliminate those sympathy for ordinary people. He thinks he is not a person with a particularly rich relationship - whether in Yinyue City or the imperial capital, he can be cruel, indifferent and tyrannical to the mob that gathers to rebel, the military group that refuses to surrender, and the slaves who are used as chess pieces. He uses the most cruel means to cut off the heads of all opponents, silently watching the mob turn into meat mud under the crushing of tank tracks, watching the imperial military family be sent to the torture station, and accepts various harsh questions about fear of being afraid of. Regular seats, house searches, and collective liquidation. Regardless of whether these people really deserve to die, just in terms of the life-and-death struggle, his hands have already been covered in blood.

I am an executioner.

I killed millions of refugees, military families, and slaves.

Whether Sosbia, Ferdinand, Aphra or the Emperor himself, everyone's heads were hung high on the top of the imperial flagpole, soaking them with their blood and irrigating the dry, poor and radiating earth under their feet.

However, those who died were completely different from the people around Lin Xiang.

Almost all the people who were directly or seen were niggers or whites. Except for the extremely evil or the objects that had to die, they could not see the yellow-skinned and dark-haired Asians among them. Deep in the subconscious, Lin Xiang did not regard them as their own kind, but as the basis for carrying the power of the empire. In the land under his feet, they belonged to outsiders after all. Although the concept of a country and a nation no longer existed in the wasteland world, Lin Xiang could not abandon the long-standing barriers in his mind.

Whether it is cruel or crazy, you are not my tribe.

This kind of special extreme thinking may be difficult to understand in the eyes of outsiders. However, Lin Xiang still adheres to his principles - if he is not a person of my race, he can be punished!

Good and evil exist in any biological group in the world. No matter the black and white skin, there are always good or sin. However, the mouth... they are not my kind after all.

The Political Supervision Headquarters is the most special place in the new capital. It is also a place where people mention it on many occasions, but few people are willing to deal with it.

Sitting on the hard alloy folding chair, Lin Xiangxin suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Opposite, behind the wide desk, was a middle-aged man wearing the same black uniform as himself, with medium figure, wide shoulders, no expression on his face, stereotyped facial contours, and almost mean hard.

He wore the lieutenant general badge on his shoulders. This is extremely rare in the Political Supervision Commission. According to the Red Republican military system, the highest rank of non-combat troops officials is only a colonel. Only the chief officers of the three combat divisions directly under the Ministry of Internal Affairs can become major generals. This also largely reflects the balance of power within the Republican army - high rank, but no right to conduct political review of others. With the right to review, he must serve as a middle-level and lower-level officer for a long time or even forever.

The highest head of the Political Supervision Commission is called the "Director". In terms of management systems, the Ministry of Internal Affairs is independent of the military. All officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs are assigned by the Political Supervision Commission, with military rank awards, qualification certification, level promotion and personnel sanctions, etc. Everything is fully controlled by the Committee. Substitutes sent to various departments of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, from officers to soldiers, must be members of the National Socialist Party. This military and political combination model that manages vertically from an ideological perspective is similar to the Nazi German SS during the Second World War in the old era. The only difference is that the three reorganized combat divisions under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Internal Affairs are officially named "Iron Guards".

The Iron Guards have very strong combat power. In terms of average combat power alone, they actually have received physical enhancement equivalent to level 4 standards, just like the skeleton warriors. However, their beliefs are very fanatical and they will never retreat even if they fall into desperate situations.

It is precisely because of this that the Iron Guards of the three divisions became the biggest reliance of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The room was very quiet. Looking at the lieutenant general sitting behind the desk with something written on the document, Lin Xiang suddenly remembered everything Peng Hui had repeatedly told him before leaving.

Lieutenant General is the highest head of the Political Supervision Commission. He does not like the surname "Li" that others call him directly. No matter in any occasion, he calls himself "Director Yifeng," or directly uses "Director" as a synonym.

No one spoke, only the tip of the pen gently stroked across the surface of the paper page.

Lin Xiang silently observed the general sitting opposite. His face was thin, his body proportions were completely in line with human aesthetic standards, and he looked very capable. He seemed to be a very rigorous person. The various objects placed on the desk were simple and orderly, and the smooth desktop was spotless. His writing posture was correct, and the distance between the elbows and the paper was in accordance with the norm. His eyes kept moving with the tip of the pen, and he seemed not to notice Lin Xiang's existence. But in fact, for a parasite like him with seven-star strength, even if an ant crawled under his feet, he would be quickly captured by the dispersed brain consciousness.

Six minutes later, the Lieutenant General straightened up, took the pen cover from the desktop, and approached the pen tip and screwed it tightly. He closed the folder, and put various objects back into the original position. Then he raised his head, his two eyes like black jade staring at Lin Xiang sitting opposite him.

"I'm very happy to see you, Major Lin."

A smile gradually appeared on the lieutenant general's tense face. He leaned forward, put his hands on the table and said, "Welcome to the Political Supervision Committee."

"This is also my honor."

Lin Xiang stood up from the chair, and withdrew slightly forward in the most standard military posture.

The lieutenant general nodded with a smile and signaled Lin Xiang to sit down: "There is no need to be so restrictive. The committee is different from the army, and the hierarchy is not that strict."

As he said that, he pulled open the drawer and took out a file: "I have read all your information. As the best replica officer, the number gs0076331 has been listed in the direct jurisdiction of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. You performed very bravely in the battle of the valley and fully met the standards of biological prototypes. Your achievements will be remembered by everyone. The Great Leader specially sent a special order to treat you. The Pioneer City Field Hospital will give you full efforts to award you, and at the same time award you the "Honorary title and the Special Medal of Merit. At 8 o'clock tonight, you will go to the leader's residence with me, and you will be awarded the medal ceremony there. Haha! This is your glory and the pride of the committee."

Lin Xiang sat on the chair with his knees together, his back was straight, and his expression was serious. In his black eyes, his eyes were soft and firm, and there was no emotional color at all.

The nights in New Beijing are indeed more lively than other areas under the control of the first control of the Republican Baidu Wasteland Bar. However, this may be just a subtle difference in Lin Xiang's senses. After all, from the beginning to the present, in the once desolate and arid land in the northwest, the only area he has to do is Pioneer City.

In the dictionary compiled by humans, the word "prosperity" is often associated with civilization, economy, science and technology, etc. If these concepts that are not clearly defined are concrete, they can be classified in more detail as population, architecture, average living figures, actual purchasing power of currency, etc.

Generally speaking, people with absolute power in their hands usually like to use black as their identity symbol. The surface of the vehicle belonging to the Political Supervision Commission is different from that of the army. It does not use leather camouflage or fixed tones such as dark green or earthy gray, but is dyed into black like ink and paint.

Through the car window, through the light scattered by the street lights on both sides of the street outside, looking at the darkness hidden further away, and only vaguely seeing the outline of the building with blurred curves, Lin Xiang suddenly felt that the city looked like a bloodthirsty monster. One day, everyone living inside would be swallowed by it as a snack.

The Leader's Mansion is a mansion covering an area of ​​more than thousands of square meters. This four-story combined building looks simple and simple on the outside. However, the entire floor is obviously specially treated and can withstand bombardment from bombs, with a surprising defense effect. If it is based on the architectural standards of the old era, its underground part obviously hides more unknown secrets.

Taking a car with Director Yifeng is obviously a preferential treatment that ordinary people cannot enjoy. The moment Zhu opened the car door, Lin Xiang felt that countless pairs of eyes were concentrated on him. There was envy, surprise, and of course, there was no lack of jealousy or indifference.

Several men wearing general-level military ranks on their shoulders came forward, and their eyes released eager gazes. Although they had not yet approached, Lin Xiang could clearly feel that the target of these people was not himself, but Director Yifeng, who was walking in front with a smile, seemed to be gentle to anyone.

All those who are qualified to enter the leader's residence are generals or important officials with great power. The title of "hero" has always been used to confuse ordinary people. Those in power will never use heroes as role models to inspire their growth as the book says. They just set up advanced model deeds among ordinary people, using hard-working writers as examples to ask the general public to learn from them. Of course, hero examples are indeed inspiring, and can also play a positive role in the stability of social order and become a standard for measuring moral norms. However, the official power group is not affected by this special example - heroes are products under their rule and those who occupy most of the social resources, and will never give up their interests and do things that do not need to be done by themselves for the sake of the so-called role models and goals.

As the director walked into the door, more eyes began to come. Lin Xiang was not disturbed by these gazes with various complex meanings, but still took steps with a cold expression.

The Lieutenant General turned around, looked at him with some surprise, and then smiled and said, "Relax. In fact, this place is not as terrible as you think.

Just walk around casually, and you will have to deal with many people in the future. It will be no harm to get to know each other."

The wine party follows the most common form of self-service in the Western capitalist system. No one denounces the "bourgeois dregs" for the various delicious foods placed on the long strip table. No one wants to splash the transparent red wine in the cup and replace it with a light and cool white bloom. The two fundamentally hostile cultures are appropriately integrated at this moment. Of course, the place of coexistence is likely to be limited to this hall, but they dare not appear in any place outside the leader's residence.

With a large pot of fried rice, covered with half of the braised beef and water on each side, Lin Xiang, holding this thing that was enough for Lan to eat, gazes with countless pairs of shocked eyes, strode to the dining table in the corner, sat down, and began to chew as if no one was around.

Although bread and cream can also fill your stomach, it is difficult to adapt to another completely different diet again. The first chef of the Yu Baidu Wasteland Bar in the palace of the Longteng Empire can make these simple things under the guidance of Lin Xiang, but it will never be able to stir-fry a plate of authentic flavored and re-cooked meat.

"Who is this guy? Why do you eat more than a pig?"

"It seems that I have just come back from the front. A general has made some small contributions and has come here to find the hungry ghosts who have leftovers."

"Unbelievable, he swallowed so much of these foods in one breath for a whole week. It was so scary. If he was my servant, the first thing was to let him go away from me———"

No matter how whispered or deliberately wanted to make the talk that he heard, it had no effect on Lin Xiang. He seemed to be deaf and deaf, and all his attention was focused on food. But no one noticed that the conscious energy that spread from deep into his brain had spread rapidly to every corner of the official residence like invisible tentacles, surrounding everyone. It seemed that the elves that only existed in the legend were secretly exploring all the news that might be useful to him.

The Nine Star Parasite has extremely sensitive ears. As long as you increase your attention, the mosquito-like whispers will become clear. The location Lin Xiang chose can bring the entire hall into his eyes, and if you see and hear, you can analyze a lot of information that is beneficial to him.

A middle-aged woman wearing a light green short skirt walked over slowly. Her figure was a little fat, her appearance was ordinary, but her skin was very white and delicate. She looked a bit more beautiful. Especially her breasts were too large, so that the total imbalance between her body was not a beauty in the traditional sense, but she was enough to attract men's attention and tease enough sexual desire.

"Little guy, do you have time to go to my place to sit?"

She pulled a chair from the side, sat down opposite the dining table with her excellently maintained hands, took out a box of cigarettes from her bag and took out a sting, took a sip, pouted her lips, and sprayed a cigarette ring at Lin Xiang in an extremely elegant and naked and tempting posture.

Put down the spoon in his hand, picked up the water cup and took a big sip, Lin Xiang frowned, and asked, "Who are you?"

"My name is Jin Manzhu, and I am Comrade Jin Tianzheng's daughter."

The woman leaned forward with a smile, not minding the Baishuiyu exposed from the deep collar of the shirt "v" character. She twisted her waist, turned her head, and seemed very happy. "Princess" chuckled, glanced at the opposite side charmingly, and spoke so sweetly that it was inconsistent with her actual youth: "Of course, if you want, you can call me "Miss Twenty-Eight".

"What? You just turned 28 this year?"

Obviously, the number "Twenty-eight" does not represent age. Based on the information provided by defectors from the Red Republican Army and the amazing achievements of the great leader Comrade Jin Tianzheng in giving birth to children, "Twenty-eight" seems to represent the actual ranking of the woman in front of him in the Jin family.

Lin Xiang decided to deliberately pretend to be stupid on this issue - I don't know why an extremely strong woman suddenly appeared before the start of Baidu Wasteland Bar, and no one around could help her. The best way is to make her as happy as possible.

If you want to enter the sight of a great leader, military achievements alone may not be enough. If you can climb one of Jin Tianzheng's hundreds of children, the time to implement your plan will be greatly reduced.

"Prince Princess! You really know how to talk."

Jin Manzhu smiled so hard that every piece of meat on her body was trembling. Her eyes flickered, and Tiantian said lightly: "You are a very interesting little guy, more interesting than my toys. How about it? Instead of sitting here and drinking, why not share our opinions on the future development trend of the world's revolution? My room is on the corner south of the third floor. If you are not full, I still have a lot of delicious food."

At this moment, Lin Xiang suddenly felt a soft and tender foot stretching from under the table to the middle of his legs. Through his pants, his flexible toes gently fiddled with his genitals. Few people paid attention to this corner, and the dining table was like a closed type with partitions on both sides. It can be seen that Jin Manzhu was familiar with this kind of teasing. She understood the actual needs of men, and knew that the more she did these things secretly in such serious public places, the more excited and exciting it would be.

Lin Xiang smiled calmly: "I heard you mention a word, "toy"?"

"It's a copyist like you."

Jin Manzhu didn't want to cover up at all. She leaned forward, held her cheek with her left hand and stuck it on the table, and clamped the cigarette with her right hand and flicked it at the edge of the table. She said with a smile: "However, those guys are very dull, and the feeling of being on the bed is simply a stamping machine. Hopefully,
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