The middle-aged officer suddenly tensed up, nodded heavily, and gave Covey a military salute.

Then he turned around and walked out of the umbrella, walked through the pattering raindrops outside, walked into the side corridor, and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Covey was still staring at the pattering rain. He turned his gaze, took a step forward, left the big umbrella that blocked the rain, and walked to the edge of the garden.

He lowered his head slightly and stared at the dark and silent city under the night.

The wind at night seemed to be getting stronger gradually, blowing across the old man's old cheeks, blowing the huge and cold raindrops, swaying in the night sky.

As the night gets darker, the rain in the sky seems to become more and more intense. Dark clouds cover the sky, and even the faint starlight is completely covered up.

Standing in the swaying wind and rain, the old man slowly took out a metal cigarette case from his pocket and poured out a cigarette with a silver-gray filter tip.

He put the cigarette in his mouth, took out a box of pitch-black matches from his pocket, and took out one of the few matches inside.

When the red match head rubbed against the brown-black red phosphorus paper, a bright flame burned in the darkness.

The old man put the flame to his mouth and lit the cigarette. As dots of flames lit up the cigarette, his eyes focused on the flame that lit the cigarette.

He stretched out the weak flame into the darkness of ignorance.

He seemed to illuminate a bright light, but seemed to illuminate nothing.

The wind and rain blew the fragile fire, as if it was about to be extinguished at any time.

Standing in the darkness of history, everyone is a fragile gambler. They don't know whether the path they have chosen is really the right one, and they don't know whether their own flame can really burn a fire field.

Perhaps when the storm comes, their bodies will be torn apart by the violent darkness.

The weak match in the rain was still burning. Looking from above, the swaying flame seemed to blend into the dark city in the rain.

——

St. Ilan District Mayor's Palace

Eight huge Seraph mechas were suspended in the air, forming a narrow 'air corridor' above the stretching palace-like buildings.

Directly below this corridor is a wide garden square composed of pure white flowers and green grass.

The flying fighter plane, which was shaking violently and full of cracks, descended from the sky and stopped at the center of the garden square. The swaying pure white flowers rippled in the wind, as if welcoming the return of the owner of the palace.

As the aerial fighter plane came to a complete stop, the mayor's guard members who had been waiting here immediately launched a metal ladder with wheels.

At the outskirts of this vast garden square, reporters who had been waiting here were blocked by the mayor's guards one by one. They immediately raised their cameras and pointed them at the hatch of the aerial fighter plane.

In addition to these reporters, there were also some citizens with smart bracelets and simple clothes surrounding the garden, sticking their long heads out, as if they wanted to get a closer look at the status of the floating fighter jets.

Click—

With a soft sound, the hatch of the aerial fighter suddenly opened, and an old man wearing a gray formal suit, holding a delicate brass cane, tall and tall, and with a calm face walked out of the aerial fighter.

He raised his head, glanced at the reporters and citizens holding cameras in the distance, raised the brass cane in his hand, and greeted them with a smile.

Then, amid bursts of flashing lights that flickered like stars, he withdrew his gaze and walked down the metal stairs.

A member of the mayor's guard next to him opened a black umbrella over his head to shield him from the raindrops in the sky.

He glanced at the mayor's guard in black, stretched out his hand, and took the black umbrella himself.

With a calm gait and a calm demeanor, he was meticulously dressed in a crisp gray formal suit. Accompanied by the mayor's guards, he walked step by step towards the gate of the mayor's palace.

The eight towering Seraph mechas in the sky bowed slightly, covering the scattered rain curtains. The gushing tail flames evaporated the raindrops into clouds. The long shadows of the mechas were dragged on the white jasmine flowers, and on the old man's body.

A grand road was paved in front.

At the end of the road, the door of the Mayor's Mansion suddenly opened. The old man with a calm gait stepped on this grand road and walked step by step into the door of the Mayor's Mansion.

The night was so silent, leaving only the crisp electronic sound of the shutter clicking and the murmurs of joy or confusion from the surrounding citizens.

As the old man completely walked through the door, the mayor's guards surrounding him withdrew from their positions and returned to their posts in front of the garden.

A member of the mayor's guard walked into the aerial fighter plane and drove it out of the garden in front of the mayor's palace.

Pure white jasmine flowers swayed in the night, with crystal raindrops falling on their jade petals.

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squeak——

As the door of the Mayor's Mansion was completely closed, He Ao put away his umbrella and looked towards the bright hall ahead.

The vast majority of cities in the Federation implement the official residence system. The mayor is the highest administrative officer of the entire city. The mayor's residence is not only the place where the mayor lives, but also where the mayor and the city cabinet work. It is the administrative center of the entire city.

But it was evening now, and most of the city cabinet officials had gone home from work. Apart from the members of the mayor's guard, there were only a few people in the entire hall. These were Lynn's 'personal staff'.

The leader was a middle-aged woman with blond hair. She looked at He Ao and walked over quickly, "All the news has been released according to your arrangement. There are many reporters who want to know more clearly. We need to convene

Press conference or live speech?”

"Not urgent,"

He Ao looked at the blond woman in front of him. This woman was Lin En's chief of staff and one of Lin En's right-hand assistants. He shook his head and handed the umbrella to the mayor's guard member next to him, "Let it dry overnight."

"still have a question,"
Chapter completed!