Mecha Start, Nuclear Bomb Tokyo

What An Yi did was actually similar to the new country their revolutionary army wanted to build.

Basically everything he does is good for the people...

And the Revolutionary Army...

To be honest, since the higher-ups ignored An Yi's life and death and issued orders to her wantonly, her mentality has changed a little...

The Revolutionary Army...is it really righteous?

Leaving aside the soldiers at the bottom... what exactly is the will of the upper echelons of the revolutionary army?

Chelsea was really confused.

Having been indoctrinated with the ideas of the Revolutionary Army for a long time, she naturally felt that everything the Revolutionary Army did was for justice.

But the other party's orders and instructions to her always seemed to have other plans.

This change in mentality made her instinctively resist the job of reporting An Yi's information.

Just when she was still hesitating to think.

"what are you doing?"

A calm voice suddenly came from the side, and Chelsea, who was in deep thought, jumped up in fright.

She turned her head to look, just in time to see An Yi push the door open and come in.

Even though it has been two full days since he left the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the young man's expression still hasn't changed much.

Seeing that Chelsea didn't answer her own question, An Yi asked again; "What are you doing?"

"Ah...uh..." Chelsea opened her mouth.

"......"comfortable.

An Yi glanced at her sideways, then looked at the policy documents that were handled fairly well, and nodded: "It's still so-so, I'll take over next, if you want to go home and rest, go home first."

"...it is good."

Chelsea nodded subconsciously, but then she became curious: "Master An Yi...you..."

"Treat Estes." An Yi replied without raising her head.

There are many ways to treat Esdeth, and An Yi chose the simplest method, throwing it directly into the treatment cabin.

However, because Esdeth's body is far superior to that of ordinary people, the effectiveness of the treatment liquid has been weakened due to the super dangerous physique...

Just like those injured Nascent Soul monsters in Xiuxian novels, their bodies that have ascended to immortality are generally not injured, but once injured, it is difficult to heal.

Therefore, it is estimated that it will take another three or four days for Estes to fully recover.

"I see..." Chelsea nodded subconsciously.

"Is there anything else?" An Yi asked.

"Huh? It's gone..."

"Go out if you have nothing to do, don't disturb my business."

Bang!

The door was slammed shut.

Chelsea, who was kicked out of the Office of the Interior Officer, was full of surprise.

no...

"Am I ugly?" Chelsea took out a small mirror to look at her transformed face.

Black hair, big eyes, soft facial lines and features.

This is not ugly!

Then why An Yi kicked her out directly.

"Isn't it too much...?" Chelsea touched her face, and muttered to herself in shock: "There must be a limit to not being close to women, right? Even if you are not interested in me, but in the office as a A vase is also pretty good, right?"

She was really shocked by An Yi.

but...

She glanced at her white gloves again.

On the surface, An Yi seems to treat people and things carelessly... But deep down, he doesn't seem to be like that.

"Forget it, this is also an opportunity."

Anyway, it's been three or four days, so let's report An Yi's recent situation to the Revolutionary Army.

This can also be regarded as preventing the Revolutionary Army from labeling her a traitor.

Chelsea stepped out of the House of Internal Affairs, then found a hidden corner and turned into a bird, walking towards the dilapidated cemetery.

......

In an abandoned cemetery.

Under an old decaying tree.

"What happened?" The intelligence officer wrapped in a black robe said coldly: "You haven't reported An Yi's situation for three days."

"There's a lot going on...and the goals haven't changed much, so it's delayed."

The white mist dissipated, and Chelsea returned to her original appearance. Her orange-red eyes shone brightly, and she looked cute with earmuffs on.

"..." Intelligence personnel.

The intelligence officers of the Revolutionary Army glanced at Chelsea, but they didn't keep questioning her because of this topic, but simply ordered: "From today onwards, you don't need to monitor the target anymore."

"...Huh?" Chelsea, who heard this sentence, was a little confused: "Why? What happened."

She instinctively sensed something was wrong.

Logically speaking, An Yi's surveillance level should be very high.

"It's not so much that something happened...it's more that there is no need to monitor the target anymore. Now I have another task for you."

The intelligence personnel of the Revolutionary Army stared at Chelsea: "The people at the top hope that you can assassinate An Yi."

"what...?"

Hearing this sentence, Chelsea was completely stunned: "Why?"

"Just do what you did before, you just need to carry out the orders from above."

The tone of the intelligence personnel of the Revolutionary Army was still cold and merciless.

It was as if what came from his mouth was an order that Chelsea needed to obey absolutely.

It has always been like this.

Chelsea and other assassins complete the order through his instructions...

but--

"I refuse to undertake this type of mission without giving a suitable reason. I consider the observation target to have high survival value."

Chelsea's pretty face was full of gloom.

She couldn't accept such an unreasonable killing of an official who was not at fault at all.

Not to mention whether she can beat An Yi is another matter.

Chelsea gently stroked the white gloves that wrapped her palms.

From there, she seemed to gain the courage to defy her superiors.

"...Are you refusing to carry out this mission?"

The expression of the intelligence officers of the Revolutionary Army changed.

He was a little surprised by Chelsea's change.

But soon, the intelligence officer adjusted his mood, and said, "About An Yi... You should know about the leader of the night attack, right?"

The leader of the Night Raid...that is, Najahitan.

In terms of the level of assassins, Najie Hitan, who led the night attack on the six Tegu envoys, was much higher than Chelsea.

but--

"That guy, because he is dissatisfied with the current situation of the upper echelon and decided to kill An Yi, is now locked up in the base of the Revolutionary Army...It is really stupid to speak for an imperial official..."

The intelligence officer sighed softly: "When the new country after the revolution is established, the upper echelons will discuss how to deal with her."

"I don't think you want to be like her, do you?"

After the words came to the back, it was already a blatant threat.

And hearing the other party's undisguised threat, Chelsea's face was also full of disbelief: "...Are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, it's an order."

"..." Chelsea.

Looking at the intelligence personnel who did not back down at all, and who were unwilling to reveal the reasons for assassinating An Yi, Chelsea fell silent.

As the revolutionary army on the righteous side, in order to kill An Yi, they even threatened her, an assassin who was born and died for the revolution and did all the dirty work.

If it wasn't for her and Ye Shi and the others to complete the assassination work time and time again, how could the revolutionary army's palm extend to the vicinity of the imperial capital?

But just threatening them because the doubts are not cleared...?

Is this an act of justice?

Even though as an assassin, she needed to keep calm all the time, Chelsea was still extremely shaken.

However, she didn't waver for long, but after about a minute, her expression returned to normal.

Feeling that Chelsea had returned to her usual state, the intelligence officer nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, that's it. Someone has to do these dirty jobs, just like you usually do..."

"You seem to have made a mistake."

The intelligence officer was only halfway through, before being interrupted by Chelsea.

He raised his head in surprise, and looked at the red-haired girl who reached out to lift his ear.

At this time, the girl's face was full of determination: "I refuse to carry out this assassination mission. At the same time, I also hope to have a direct conversation with the superior who issued this mission."