The war between the Empire and the Federation is coming to an end, and the gunshots of the Republic have sounded again. As an imperial sniper major, Dinar accidentally learned the truth of a period of history and accidentally got involved in a layer-by-layer conspiracy. The most surprising thing is that this little ruffian who talks about running things has hooked up with Deluxe, the calm and steady director of the Federal Intelligence Service. MY GOD! Is this the dark ages or god your fun time? Where the sniper's muzzle is pointing is at the center of the black storm.