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Seeing Allen's unexpected calmness, Mi Lun was a little surprised. But he also keenly sensed the subtle changes in Allen's aura. Although Allen's expression was calm, he was like a volcano that was about to erupt. His grief, his anger, were all twisted together and blended into an inexplicable emotion. Mi Lun helped Windsor Bellow take care of the entire army, and from time to time, he would deal with various people in her place. His ability to observe people's words and body language had been perfected. But even so, he could not see through Allen at all.
The young man seemed to have sealed off his heart and the cold rock.
"I'm fine, Lola. But I need to be quiet and think about what to do next. "Allen gently pulled down Lola's hand, smiled faintly, and then walked up the stairs.
Lola did not believe that he was fine. His hands were so cold, although they were no longer trembling, they were not as warm as before. But now, she also knew that Allen needed a quiet and secluded corner. Some wounds, must be faced by himself. Even the people closest to him could not share his burden.
"Allen." Roddy suddenly turned around and called out to him, "Remember, no matter who you are, no matter where you are, you will always be Bescot!"
Allen looked at this man, clenched his fist and lightly hit his chest, nodded and said, "Of course, this is my pride."
Roddy nodded.
Only then did Allen walk up the stairs and turn the corner. He suddenly leaned against the wall and coughed out a mouthful of blood, the color on his face instantly receding. He silently wiped away the blood, then walked to the washroom. A moment later, the sound of water flowing could be heard. Although the water could wash away the blood, it could not wash away some things in his heart.
Gurgle gurgle.
It was the sound of bubbles rising, a sound he was very familiar with. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of peace. But suddenly, his heart stirred and he opened his eyes. Through the basic fluids in those vessels, his line of sight passed through the transparent cover of the biological slot and landed on a round figure. The man held a bottle of wine in his hand and staggered from side to side. He arrived in front of the creature slot and pressed the button on the intercom. Then, he looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Horn is dead."
When he heard the news, an uncomfortable feeling welled up in his heart. Then he said calmly, "You killed him. You really are his good friend."
Alstair suddenly roared furiously, "You're not allowed to say that! I didn't want to kill him, and he shouldn't have died in that prison. That bullshit prison is only guarded by a mad dog. What qualifications does Fendi have to take Old Horn's life? He's not even fit to carry Horn's shoes! "
"But he is still dead, isn't he?"
Alstair panted heavily as he pressed his hand against the wall of the biological slot. "That night, there was a destructive explosion in the Iron Prison. After that, the Federation recovered some video material. There were very few, but it showed that before the explosion, Horn was besieged by two people. One was Fendi, the other was a stranger. The identity and origin of the other party were a complete mystery. Now, in addition to tracking Allen, the Federation is also tracking down that person's origin, even if he might have also died in that explosion. "
He looked coldly at the minister and said, "All of this is your own fault. What Light Concealment Society, what are you secretly observing and guiding?" You put yourself on the level of a god and made some self-righteous decisions. But look at what these decisions led to? Alstair, is this the situation that your Light Concealment Society wants? "
"Because of your foolishness, the Federation is like a crumbling building that has collapsed!"
Alstair glanced at the man in the biological slot. "If it's destined to collapse, then let it collapse."
"Don't you think it's too shameful to say that? Is this what you want? It hasn't collapsed yet, so there's still a chance to remedy it! "
"Ha, I know what you want to say." Alstair turned off the walkie-talkie and ignored the angry gaze of the man in the biological slot. He shook his head and said, "No, if I let you out, not only will it not help, it will make things worse. So even if you hate me, I still have to keep you here. At least this way, you can still live. I've lost a lot of friends, and I don't want to see you die too. "
The minister hummed a tune. It was the Song of Dawn. He even sang two lines, "… We are the Blade of Dawn, we are the Shield of Hope. On that heroic monument, our names will be engraved … "He paused and then mocked himself," Now I can't see the dawn, and I don't know where hope lies. One thing is for sure, our names will be left on the Monument of Heroes. Right, old friend? "
No one answered. In the silence, Alstair left the underground secret room.
Today, the staff of the Military Intelligence Department held their breath, afraid that if they breathed any louder, they would alarm the furious Mr. President. In their impression, the president had rarely lost his temper like today. However, those who knew the inside story knew that it was no wonder the president was so angry, because something big had happened a week ago, and many problems had yet to be resolved.
A week ago night, the entire Iron Prison in District 11 was razed to the ground, including a small half of the desert within dozens of kilometers. Now, there was only a terrifying and huge crater left. In the feedback of the investigation team sent to the surface, the most that was mentioned was that there were no signs of life. That night, not only did all the prisoners in the Iron Prison turn into nothingness, the Federation also lost a general and hundreds of elite soldiers.
This was probably the only thing in the history of the Federation. Since the establishment of the Federation, no general had died outside the theater of operations. The president had already ordered a thorough investigation, but the spear of public opinion was still directed at the Federation. The Gate of Freedom on the surface took the opportunity to hit the Federation while it was down, and the president was already very busy. He believed that no one would have a good temper in such a situation.
So when Dr. Gido walked into the president's room, he was extremely uneasy. After losing contact with Josh, the director of the biochemical laboratory in the Iron Prison, Dr. Gido was in charge of Josh's work. He needed to find all the clues about the Twilight Project, including the relevant information left behind by Josh, the experiment diary, and so on. It could be said that this week was probably the busiest week of Dr. Gido's life. And now, the president wanted to hear his work report.
He knocked on the door and saw the gloomy president. Fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
Alan looked at the doctor and said in a deep voice, "I've heard enough bad news today. I hope you can bring me good news. How is it, Dr. Gido? Any progress on the Twilight Project? "
"Unfortunately, Mr. President." Gido took out a handkerchief to wipe his forehead and said, "Due to the devastating explosion in the Iron Prison, a lot of precious information disappeared. It must have happened so suddenly that I couldn't find much information in Supervisor Josh's personal space. It seems that he didn't even have time to upload important documents before something happened in the Iron Prison. "
Alan narrowed his eyes and stood up. In the doctor's eyes, the president was like a huge shadow enveloping him. He felt a little difficult to breathe, and his heart was much faster than usual. Seeing that the doctor was about to faint, Alan retracted his aura and said, "Doctor, if it's a simple job, I don't need to look for you. Am I right? "
"Yes, sir." Gido hurriedly took out a tablet brain, opened it, and placed it on Alan's table. "Although I can't find the information left behind by Supervisor Josh, I did get some videos of the prison through the satellite."
"We've already got enough, but I don't think those videos are helpful to the Twilight Project."
"This is different, sir."
Seeing the doctor insist, Alan looked at the screen and saw that a video had already started playing. The video was in an elevator, and Josh could be seen in it. He and his team seemed to be preparing to leave. At this moment, a woman inside fell to the ground in pain. Then the image blurred, and when it became clear again, there was a strange creature in the elevator.
It looked like a beast with curved horns on its head, and flames were spewing out from the middle of the two curved horns. It began to attack the people in the elevator, and the world in the elevator quickly turned into hell. Only Josh escaped.
"What is this?" Alan asked, raising his head.
"A life that has never appeared before …" Dr. Gido said, "Because the prison was completely destroyed, even though the system regularly uploaded these videos to the satellite's server, as you can see, they are still incomplete. So I can only make a bold guess that the life that appeared in the elevator is related to that woman. If you look carefully, Mr. President, you will find that after the creature appeared, that woman was the only one missing in the elevator. Furthermore, that creature was wearing tattered clothes … "
Alan frowned. "You mean that the creature was mutated from a human?"
"Yes, that's right." Gido licked his lips and continued, "And I have checked Director Josh's previous work report. Before the Twilight Project, the Iron Hell Laboratory did not carry out any projects related to genetic mutation or cultivating alien life in the past two seasons. So, that creature is probably a product of the Twilight Project. Although I don't know the process, I don't believe that the two have nothing to do with each other. "
"Son of Twilight, mutated creature …" Alan rubbed his eyebrows and said, "In short, you are responsible for this matter. Dr. Gido, go and search for similar life forms. Write a report if you need anything. Let me tell you, there is no upper limit to the budget for this project! "
Gido said excitedly, "I will work hard, sir."
Alan waved his hand and asked the doctor to leave. As soon as Gido left, a member of the MI came in from behind. "Sir, we have contacted Marshal Greed. She is on the ninth line …"
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