In the projection screen, Windsor Bellow sat arrogantly facing Alan. She even raised her chin, looking down on him. Her attitude was arrogant and domineering, as if she didn't even put the president in her eyes. In the picture, Marshal Greed was trimming his nails with a fingernail. Hearing this, he tilted his head slightly and asked with a knowing tone, "Oh, what does His Excellency President need me to explain?"
'"Explain why your adjutant, General Mirren, was involved in the Iron Prison prison break! Marshal Windsor Bellow, I want you to pay attention to the vile nature of this incident. If it gets out, the image of the Federation army will be greatly affected. Especially your Sirius, your reputation will plummet! "Alan said angrily as he slammed the table.
Windsor Bellow chuckled expressionlessly and said, "Your Excellency, is there a misunderstanding? My adjutant was by my side during the incident in the Iron Prison. How could he have participated in the prison break? This joke is not funny at all. "
"Do you think I'm joking with you? Marshal, please face this matter seriously. If General Mirren did not leave Sirius, who can testify? "
"Me." Windsor Bellow said casually, "Otherwise, a hundred thousand soldiers in Sirius can testify."
Alan had already expected that Windsor Bellow would not admit it, but he didn't expect her to be so shameless. However, he knew that Greed had an extremely high prestige in Sirius. As long as she said it, all the soldiers of Sirius would probably lie with her. He snorted and nodded, "Alright, let's pretend that General Mirren never left Sirius. Now, I have a few things to verify with General Mirren. Please call him out. "
"Aiya, you're looking for Mirren. You should have said it earlier." Windsor Bellow said with a surprised expression. However, her performance was so bad that even a child could tell that she was pretending. She continued as if she didn't know herself, "Unfortunately, I just sent Mirren on a secret mission. He's not by my side right now."
"What secret mission?"
"It won't be clear for a while. If Mr. President needs it, I'll have someone send you a detailed report."
Alan didn't even need to think to know that there was no secret mission at all, and the so-called report was just made up by Windsor Bellow. But he still wanted Tanlang to send the report to him. Maybe he could find one or two clues to fight back in it. '"Marshal Windsor Belo, I have reason to believe that the Iron Prison incident is related to your student, Ellen Bescot," Alan changed the subject and mentioned something else, "Marshal Windsor Belo, I have reason to believe that the Iron Prison incident is related to your student, Alan Bescot. As his teacher, I hope you can find Allen and get him to voluntarily come forward and accept the Federation's investigation. This should be a piece of cake for you, right? "
Windsor Bellow put down the hammer in her hand, leaned forward slightly, and smiled charmingly. "I'm sorry, Mr. President, I really want to help. But you know, the interstellar defense line has been at war for the past few years. How can I leave the front lines without permission at such a time? Of course, if Congress approves of this, I'll be happy to help. "
Of course, Congress would not approve of a Federation Marshal suddenly leaving the interstellar defense line. Besides, no one could guarantee that Windsor Bellow would be able to find Allen in a short period of time, so Alan knew from the beginning that it was impossible. But he still had to do it, because he had to present Windsor Bellow's attitude and position in front of the old party, so as to pave the way for him to lean towards the old party and fight for political capital.
Windsor Bellow, as he had expected, refused with a tough attitude, but it was exactly what Alan wanted. Of course, he had to pretend to be very angry on the surface, and finally ended the conversation with the arrogant woman on the other side of the screen. When the conversation ended, the anger on Alan's face disappeared completely, and he even revealed a smile. He had already made a copy of the conversation just now, and he was going to meet a few people from the old party to carry out the next plan.
However, there were still some things that were stuck in his throat.
First of all, there was still no news of Allen. Before the Iron Prison explosion that night, there was information that showed that Allen and the intruders left early, so Alan was sure that Allen wasn't involved in the explosion. But there was still no news of him, and monitoring Bescot wouldn't be able to get any more information. However, Alan believed that Allen was still on Earth because he had ordered the Rainbow Bridge Space Station to temporarily close all applications to Planet Heaven. Once there was an application to open the warp tunnel to Planet Heaven, they had to contact him immediately.
Secondly, apart from Allen, Alan was also very concerned about the stranger who killed Old Horn. It could be said that on the night of the Iron Prison incident, there were endless variables. Horn's unexpected strength, Allen's self-recovery, and the mysterious expert's origin made Alan feel that things were out of control for the first time. Not only did he have to search for Allen's whereabouts, he also had to track down the identity of that expert. Even if he had already died in the explosion, Alan needed to find out if the other party had any accomplices to prevent such an accident from happening again.
At this moment, a hurried knock on the door broke his thoughts. Before he could even agree to let the people outside in, the door was pushed open, and Geffen, the director of the Military Intelligence Service, trotted in angrily. Seeing him like this, Alan immediately forgot to reprimand and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Mr. President, something's happened. Something big has happened. I don't know what's going on, but some of the Iron Prison's internal information has been leaked, and it's going viral on the Internet in Babylon and on the surface. " As Geffen spoke anxiously, he pushed the president away and quickly tapped on the light key on his desk. A window appeared in the projection curtain wall. Inside was a video.
"You have no right to do this! I've done so much for the Federation. I discovered the origin of the Saber Demon civilization on Nether Domain! I was the one who stopped the outsiders from framing the Federation on the interstellar battlefield! Is this the reward the Federation gives me after I've done so much? "
In the video, Alan could clearly see Allen's roaring figure, and beside him was Fendi's figure. Fendi even turned his head and sneered in the direction of the camera. Then, he made a gesture and a staff member stepped forward to collect a sample of Allen's blood.
It was obvious that the video had been edited, with many clips being put together. In just ten minutes, Fendi had completely exposed the many inhumane experiments that he had performed on Allen. What was even more deadly was that it mentioned the president many times, and Fendi confirmed that the experiments were authorized by Mobius.
Alan's expression couldn't be any worse. He knew very well what this video meant. He grabbed Geffen by the collar and said, "No matter what you do, delete this information from the Internet immediately. And hold a press conference. I need to clarify this matter immediately. Right, find the source of the information and do it quickly! "
As soon as he finished speaking, an assistant walked in timidly from outside the office and hesitated, "Mr. President, Mr. Dornier of the Grant Family and Mr. Wigg of the Smith Family have called through their representatives to request a meeting with you immediately …"
Alan's body trembled and he sat back in his chair. He rubbed his forehead with his hand and closed his eyes with a frown. This was what he was most worried about. It seemed that the video had already been seen by the wealthy nobles, and everything that happened in the video had already crossed the bottom line that the nobles could tolerate. Alan was silent for half a minute before he raised his head and said to Geffen, "Contact Marshal Kaplan for me. I'm afraid we have to prepare for a conflict with the nobles."
Geffen's expression immediately turned ugly. The Federation and the nobles had been dependent on each other for four hundred years. Could it be that it was finally time for them to split up? Geffen couldn't imagine what it would be like. It could probably be described as a landslide, right?
The video of Allen conducting a series of experiments spread wildly on the Internet. In just a few hours, the number of reposts had reached an astonishing number, and the number was still rising. In a van, Diego was also watching the video. Although he didn't have a good impression of Allen, seeing what Fendi had done to him, it was more appropriate to call it torture than experiments. He frowned and shook his head, saying, "What an unlucky kid."
Then, a voice rang out, "You humans really love to undermine yourselves. This video will cause you to completely collapse internally, won't it?"
"Then collapse. Anyway, the fellows in the Federation aren't good people." Diego shrugged and looked into the depths of the carriage. In the deep shadows sat a man. His entire body was covered in infusion catheters, and four or five instruments were monitoring his vital signs. Diego looked at him and asked, "Lord Stark, how are you?"
"Very bad. The injuries this time are even worse than those of Tangerio." Stark looked at his empty left sleeve and recalled the scene in the Iron Prison that day. At that time, when Fendi, who was almost crazy, had imbedded Horn, he had taken the opportunity to give the old man a fatal blow. However, Horn's preemptive counterattack, as well as his final hopeless survival, resolutely burning all of his Origin Energy to trigger the destructive explosion, caused terrifying injuries to Stark.
When Stark knew that he could not escape the core of the explosion, he wrapped himself in a spatial ribbon to absorb the heat and damage of the explosion. In the end, he managed to survive the explosion, but he lost an arm and was seriously injured to the point of death. Stark had been struggling for life and death almost every day for the past week, and it wasn't until today that the situation had stabilized. However, with his physique, it would take quite a while for him to recover.
This will be the weakest time of his life.
Stark sighed, "You humans are truly a wonderful race. It has only been a few hundred years since you came into contact with the Origin Energy system, but such an expert has already appeared among you." You have to know that for other cosmic civilizations, hundreds of years is just a blink of an eye. No wonder such a young race like yours was able to gain a foothold in a high-level war. "
Diego spread out his hands and said, "Then what are your plans next?"
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