The reason why Reinhardt went offline was his stupid son, and something happened to both sides.

His Majesty the Emperor pulled his consciousness away from his kingdom. After returning to reality, it took several minutes to adapt to his weak body in reality. Here he is a twilight man who is nearly ninety years old, whose body functions are completely exhausted, and relying entirely on artificial organs and skin grafting surgery to maintain his appearance in front of him.

The technological explosion brought by the listeners allowed Reinhardt to run 100 meters for twelve seconds at this age. The powerful artificial heart allowed countless nanorobots to rush in their blood vessels, repairing trauma everywhere in their body.

Two enhanced artificial kidneys allowed him to persist from the erosion of biotoxins many times until the arrival of first responders. A pair of artificial lenses kept his vision in his prime, and even scaled in a small range to peek at his young female secretary.

But his body, which was about to be dead, was weakening as a whole. He was constantly updating artificial organs and parts, and could only maintain it. The real fatal injury came from the continuous atrophy of brain tissue. Reinhardt regarded the dimensional reduction plan as his last hope.

"Your Majesty, your son, His Excellency Heinrich's villa has just been detected in Class III chaos pollution and has been isolated by Torchwood." Reinhardt's security officer whispered in his ear: "I'm afraid this time, Heinrich has no chance to defend himself. The source of III pollution requires purifying all unprotected personnel within the scope."

"And..." the security officer hesitated for a moment, looked at Reinhardt's gloomy face and said, "The news from Torchwood says that His Excellency Heinrich has crossed that line."

"Is the news true?" Reinhardt was stunned and asked without any belief: "He really...?"

"There shouldn't be repeated. The villa of His Excellency Heinrich is built independently by the sea. There are no other residents around him. It is also equipped with a comprehensive security system. Unless pollution starts from the inside, it will be difficult to be conquered so quickly." The security officer explained: "Since we started working with Torchwood, we have learned a lot from them. The last time Heinrich was sent by Torchwood, I'm afraid he didn't tell the truth, Torchwood did not believe you and his testimony. They might be fishing, so they blocked the scene so quickly."

"I want to be quiet for a while when you go out." Reinhardt seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the sofa, looking at the photo of the family of three on the wall and fell into deep thought.

Reinhardt, who has always devoted himself to his career, is indifferent to his family, and the union between him and his wife is also a standard political marriage. When his wife passed away at the age of 77, Reinhardt didn't even have a tear and no fluctuations in his heart.

Heinrich did not devote much affection, it was just an accident after being drunk. Reinhardt and his wife both had their own nightlife and rarely spent the night together unless they were in public.

Heinrich grew up in such an environment and had a bad personality since childhood, but under Reinhardt's militarized management, Heinrich's distortion could only be hidden deep in his heart.

Reinhardt didn't care about Vitoria's accident at all. A small lieutenant didn't need him to show up directly, but he didn't expect that the female lieutenant actually slipped out in the end and even left the earth, making it beyond his reach.

It seems that since then, his already fragile relationship with Heinrich has become even more indifferent. Just like himself, Heinrich has also learned how to borrow his last name to expand his power.

This mature performance made Reinhardt think that his son had finally grown up, but the damn female lieutenant appeared in the game world again, causing his stupid son to give up his right to get it and go to Far South with rumors.

Since then, Reinhardt completely gave up the idea of ​​fostering him politically to become his helper, and even regarded him as his own burden.

Then there was the emergency incident that was summoned by Torchwood. Reinhardt carefully recalled every minute and every second he and Heinrich were together, the subtle expression on his face, and the subtle changes in Heinrich's tone when he spoke.

Finally Reinhardt confirmed that Heinrich had been waiting for this moment since then.

This is revenge on him.

At Reinhardt's most important moment, his son gave him a Chaos backstab at the cost of his life.

"Bastard!" Reinhardt stood up, his artificial muscle fibers tightened, giving him enough strength to lift the sofa and smash it hard on the photo of the family of three, smashing the young boy with a gloomy smile and the woman who he couldn't even remember.

"You are like your affectionate mother, and you don't know how to be grateful!" Reinhardt roared angrily: "Bitch! Dementia! You two are bastards!"

The highly soundproofed wall made the security officer, separated by only one wall, unable to hear any sound. A few minutes later, neatly dressed Reinhardt walked out of the room: "This room is temporarily blocked, don't let anyone enter, contact Torchwood, I want to meet their person in charge."

"Yes, your majesty!" The security officer saluted and turned away. They were used to calling Reinhart his majesty, and were loyal to the other party's true position after the dimensionality reduction plan.

"Hmph, don't think that such small tricks can stop me, boy, you're still a little tender." Reinhardt poured himself a glass of liquor: "Nothing can stop me, I'm born to do this!"

"Your Majesty, Torchwood's phone number." The security officer's avatar suddenly appeared on the wall opposite Reinhardt: "Can you pick it up now?"

Reinha nodded, and the projection on the wall immediately turned into another man's upper body.

"Reinhart, we have checked Heinrich's problem. He betrayed us and betrayed the entire human civilization." The man on the wall said to Reinhart: "He gave us a problem. Reinhart, we don't want this kind of black history in the future spokesperson of the Europa Empire."

"What if I personally execute him?" Reinhardt's thoughts ran rapidly during the time of a glass of wine, as if he had returned to the era when he was young when he was fighting with his political enemies: "I want to destroy my relatives for the sake of justice, and personal affection in the face of human justice is not worth mentioning at all."
Chapter completed!