Under the sky of the Federation, there was no such thing as a black curtain that would never be exposed. It was even more impossible for there to be a plan that was so perfect that no clues could be found. Once the black curtain was uncovered and the initiator was exposed, then it would definitely be met with an incomparably ruthless attack from the other side. Therefore, in the recent ten long years, the political struggles of the Federation had long moved away from shady methods such as assassination. There were no more forces that dared to assassinate the president, and the various forces could at least maintain harmony on the surface.
Therefore, on the first day of the 67th year of the Federation calendar, the incident that happened in the Linhai Stadium far away from the capital shocked all of the important figures in the capital. This was already outside the rules of the game, and was a method that was not accepted by the entire class. At this moment, all of the forces vaguely expressed their support for the Tai family, or at least maintained their neutrality and silence.
The investigation of the Federation government made important progress that morning. Although the suicide of the seven officers of the 2nd Military Region brought pressure to the work of the Federation Investigation Bureau, those staff members only changed their direction and continued to investigate.
The identity of the militants that attacked the VIP area of the stadium had been identified. Those militants that all died were soldiers from the Linhai Garrison Special Forces. However, as to who gave the direct order to attack, and who was able to turn those soldiers loyal to the Federation into shameful assassination tools, for the time being, no one was able to find out. However, the attentive officials of the Federation Investigation Bureau dug up another valuable clue from the newly built concrete wall in the underground parking lot of the stadium.
The engineering team under the northern hemisphere command of the 1st Military Region received this mission the night before the incident. Although the person who gave this order had carefully erased the information that represented their identity in the message, the second layer of information used by the military system was ignored by the person who gave the order.
A special agent of the Federation Investigation Bureau keenly captured this point, and found a few letters that indicated their identity in the core sentence of the command document.
This special agent had a nickname within the Investigation Bureau, called Hairy Ball, because he liked to wear a synthetic sweater all year round.
The Federation Investigation Bureau used the second layer of information to investigate, and all of the spearheads were pointed at a male secretary in the building of the Ministry of National Defense.
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On the morning of January 3 of the 67th Constitutional Calendar, the Ministry of National Defense building was as solemn and empty as ever. The bright marble floor of the building hall was painted with gold powder with the military emblem of the Federation. Silent and relaxed officers and women walked on this emblem. Inside the incomparably large building, it looked like the other side of the Federation's electronic wall, on the boundless grassland, a few fine horses passed by from time to time.
The higher-ups in the building already knew what had happened the day before yesterday. Most of the people in the building already knew what had happened in the training center next to the building yesterday. As for the news that after the officers of the 2nd MR were collectively arrested, seven officers committed suicide, presumably the middle-aged woman in charge of cleaning the building already knew.
However, the personnel in the core area of the Federal Army still maintained a relaxed expression and a suitable smile on their lips, because the enormous machine would never collapse on itself because of a loose part or rust.
The design style of the Department of Defense building was mainly a cold style. The outer wall did not use glass curtain walls that could absorb solar energy. Instead, it chose gray-black natural stone. The entire building was squarish, and the height of seventeen floors made this squarish architectural style look a little stiff, like a box.
In the internal conversations of the Federation government, it was customary to use the word "box" to refer to the Ministry of National Defense. This was because in the eyes of the general affairs officials, the soldiers of the Ministry of National Defense were like people in a box. Whether it was the way they walked or the way they talked, they were always so square and angular.
On the penultimate floor of the Ministry of National Defense building, there was a very quiet and luxurious office at the end of the corridor.
The Deputy Minister of National Defense, Yang Jingsong, worked in this office. Today, he came to the room half an hour early as usual. After drinking a cup of tea to refresh himself, he pulled up the military map of Region S2 on the holographic screen and zoomed in on the area around the mountains. He narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the map to confirm the Federal Army's spring offensive, and to minimize as many command problems as possible.
Half an hour quickly passed, and his secretary still didn't knock on the door. Then, she brought in a sandwich.
Deputy Minister Yang gently pressed the remote control in his hand, and the map on the holographic screen disappeared. He silently walked to the window and glanced at the beautiful winter scenery of the capital outside. Then, he turned around and sat on the sofa.
His secretary hadn't arrived yet, but the phone on his desk rang. Deputy Minister Yang picked up the phone and listened carefully for a long time. He didn't say a word.
Then, he sat back on the sofa again. This time, he didn't pick up the teacup. Instead, he found a bottle of liquor from the bookcase, poured himself a glass, and slowly sipped.
While drinking the amber liquid, this important figure of the Federal military narrowed his eyes and thought about something. He didn't realize that the alcohol he hated the most was so harsh on his throat.
His secretary had been invited to investigate and it seemed that she would never come back. The news he just received on the phone was that the president's security advisor had already entered the Department of National Defense and was about to take the elevator to his office.
Deputy Minister Yang's slightly weathered eyebrows slightly furrowed. He took out a document from the cabinet next to him and began to read it in a daze. Regarding the assassination at the Linhai State Gymnasium, although he didn't participate in the investigation, the details of the incident and the progress of the investigation would be sent to him at a certain time.
Watching the other party approach him step by step was not a good feeling. After knowing that his secretary was arrested, the Deputy Minister's mood became more relaxed. Everything that happened on the first day of the 67th year of the Constitutional Era was all under his instructions and instructions.
After Deputy Minister Yang Jingsong came back from the front line, he held many positions. Among them, the most respected position was the Dean of the First Military Academy. With his status in the Federation, the important figures who cooperated with him, and even Mr. President himself, would protect him at all costs. Just like … the seven officers who committed suicide the night before yesterday.
But he didn't want to do this. He put down his wine glass and came in front of the computer. He wrote an email and sent it to the relevant personnel with the authority to receive it.
"Forty years ago, I was an ordinary soldier in the 2nd Military Region's Mechanic Company. I once saw with my own eyes countless Federation soldiers sacrifice themselves on the land of Green Dragon Mountain for a great goal. Forty years later, I am the Deputy Minister of the Federation's Department of National Defense. I have full authority to handle the Spring Offensive Plan of the 67th year of the Constitutional Era.
"I have never believed the words of politicians. I am even more unwilling to hand the future of the Federation into the hands of people who haven't even seen blood with their own eyes.
"Having once served as the Dean of a court, I know better than anyone that the military must act under the sacred rule of the Federation of Law and Order. But I often wonder, if the collective will of the Federation of Law and Order has already become a toy in the hands of some people, or if it is the result of a compromise between them, where exactly should the military go?
"A lawyer who grew up in a peaceful environment, without the authorization of the government, reached some kind of agreement with traitors. In my opinion, this is collusion, this is surrender. I believe that I have to stop this from happening.
"Perhaps history will judge that I am wrong, but I … will never admit that I am wrong."
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After the email was sent, Deputy Minister Yang sighed softly. Many of his comrades who had sacrificed themselves in the war with the anti-government forces appeared in his mind. His gaze once again landed on the document in his hands.
The assassination this time was to prevent the so-called reconciliation agreement from being reached. If Tai Zhiyuan was killed, that family with a long history would naturally fall into decline or even collapse. And in this situation, Representative Pabre, who they supported, would definitely not be able to be elected president. Then, on the night before the New Year, the agreement between Representative Pabre and the anti-government forces … might never come to fruition.
The reason why this Deputy Minister chose Tai Zhiyuan and not Representative Pabre, whom he disdainfully called a lawyer, was because in his opinion, if he killed Pabre, the Tai family, who was cowardly in their bones and ready to surrender at any moment, could still choose other political partners. It wouldn't solve the problem from the root.
The Deputy Minister's calm gaze landed on an inconspicuous name on the document. If there was any regret in his heart right now, it would naturally be because the assassination plan that his loyal subordinates had meticulously prepared actually didn't succeed. The heir of the Tai family actually survived under the attack of the mecha. According to the post-incident investigation, the person who played the most critical role in this, the person who had saved Tai Zhiyuan's life twice in a row, was undoubtedly the young student who had already died — — Xu Le.
Deputy Minister Yang downed the strong liquor in his glass in one gulp, then opened the drawer and took out the old-fashioned handgun that had accompanied him for many years. He turned the muzzle of the gun somewhat clumsily and stuffed it into his mouth.
He paused for a moment, took a few deep breaths, and then pulled the trigger.
The muffled sound of the gunshot echoed throughout the entire floor.
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The door to the Deputy Minister's office was forcefully pushed open. The white-haired Presidential Security Advisor and the Minister of Defense pushed aside the military police in front of them and squeezed to the front. They looked at Deputy Minister Yang's corpse on the sofa chair, then at the large pool of shocking red on the snow-white wall behind the chair, and were speechless for a long time.
"He can't stand trial," said the Federation Security Advisor in a low voice. "Perhaps this is the best result."
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