In the outskirts of the capital, in the Bureau of Proclamation.
Cui Judong was forty-two years old this year. He was the assistant director of the Bureau of Proclamation of the Federation. He had been in this most mysterious and special organization of the Federation for twenty years. His hair was already white, and his eyebrows were gradually wrinkled. The relaxed working environment should not have caused him to age so quickly, but the old director with the surname Si always had a habit of throwing everything to him. The heavy pressure and tedious affairs were almost crushing him to the point of suffocation.
He sat in front of his desk and watched the extremely cold voice of that guy on the holographic screen. He could not help but sigh softly. He felt that there were a few more wrinkles on his forehead, and a few more strands of white hair. Although he had experienced countless major events in the Bureau of Proclamation over the years, major events that the citizens of the Federation might never know, when he heard this report today, he still could not help but feel a little cold in his heart.
The universe was so big, but the Federation and the Empire just had to bump into each other. It was probably the will of the creator to let the two carbon-based life societies that were similar to each other violently begin to collide with each other before they were mentally prepared.
Philosophers and anthropologists had always been trying to find the biological blood relationship between the humans of the Federation and the humans of the Empire. They had even pointed their suspicious gazes at the barbaric era countless years ago.
Most scholars had already come to a consensus, but they had not found evidence for the time being. They believed that the human society that suddenly encountered the Federation nearly a hundred years ago should be a branch of the Federation back then. Otherwise, there was no way to explain the sudden appearance of an empire in the universe. The life forms in this empire were not like the aliens in the movies who had eight legs, a natural insect shell, and could constantly spit out acid. Instead, they were like the people in the Federation. They could walk, think, fall in love, be angry, and hate …
Director Cui Judong's assistant stared blankly at the file in his hand. He looked at the picture of Senator Macklin on the file and felt as if his body had fallen into an ice pit at the North Pole. It was incomparably cold.
The two sides had been at war for decades and had long formed an irreconcilable blood feud that could not be resolved. However, who would have thought that as early as a few decades ago, the Empire had already created such an unbelievable situation!
Cui Judong stood up and walked to the window. Looking at the busy staff in the lobby downstairs, he couldn't help but frown. The people from the West Woods Military District who went to Bermuda had not returned with any news yet. The records of the human trafficking from more than 60 years ago might have been destroyed long ago, and the biological samples that the Special Forces of the Second Military District took the risk of digging up graves in Green Dragon Mountain to retrieve were still on their way.
In S2, the Bureau of Proclamation had sent out a special team. They had already made a preliminary comparison of the biological samples from both parties. They could basically confirm the Bureau of Proclamation's suspicion of the senator. But the problem was that this was a serious matter. Even with the Bureau of Proclamation's superior status in the Federation, if they could not obtain iron-clad evidence, it would be difficult to convince the government to do anything.
The hall was in a state of panic. In order to deal with one of the most inconceivable sequence events in the history of the Federation, the Bureau of Proclamation established a special task force for the first time. The reason why the old director with the surname Yun wanted to establish this special task force without the government's knowledge was because the target they were investigating, whether it was within the government or lower level organizations, had an unimaginable number of partners and fanatical supporters.
In order to keep it a secret, the Bureau of Proclamation's secret investigation was even hidden from the President's official residence and the Federation Management Committee. It was also because of the need for secrecy that the Bureau of Proclamation, which was usually only responsible for collecting information and never carried out specific tasks, showed a rare lack of fluster this time without the full support of the Federation Investigation Bureau.
The office door was pushed open, and a member of the special task force hurriedly walked in. He frantically flipped through the files in his hands and said, "The target has left S2 today and is heading to the front line of the West Woods to visit the army."
"Going to the West Woods? I'm afraid he'll have to escape on the way. " A chill rose in Cui Judong's heart. He waved his hand to signal for the staff member to leave. Then he picked up the phone in his hand and dialed a number.
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In front of the parliament hill in the capital special administrative region, President Pabre's ten-minute speech had not been long since the inauguration ceremony of the President of the Federation began. The guests and ordinary people on the stone steps carefully listened to every word with excitement and calmness.
No one noticed that a strange atmosphere had already enveloped the viewing platform. The big shots in the upper echelons of the Federation seemed to be disturbed by a certain piece of news. Although they immediately calmed down, the deep eyes of those old faces flashed with a different light.
The first big shot to know that the S2 Peace Foundation building was attacked was the director of the Federation Investigation Bureau. Within the Federation, this organization collected information the fastest. Just two minutes after the alarm sounded inside the Foundation building, the director of the Federation Investigation Bureau, who was standing in the second row of the viewing platform, heard the shocking news.
At this time, he could not analyze who dared to do such a sensational and terrifying thing on the day of the inauguration ceremony. The director held the phone and occasionally looked up at President Pabre, who was giving a speech on the stage. He frowned slightly and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart. In a low voice, he gave orders to his subordinates. Then, he quietly walked behind the National Security Advisor and whispered a few words.
At this time, the National Security Advisor was looking at the President on the stone steps with a smile on his face. He hoped that President Pabre could see his sincere feelings. Although he was President Sieg's teacher, he still hoped to play a role in the new government. Suddenly, he heard a voice behind him. His face immediately became gloomy. He turned around and said a few words in a low voice.
The actions of these two big shots immediately fell into the eyes of many people. The guests on the viewing platform could not help but speculate in their hearts. What had happened that made these two big shots want to talk about it, regardless of the fact that President Pabre was giving the most important speech.
Then, the director of the Special Task Force, who had been silently standing behind the President on the stone steps, suddenly pressed the metal particles in his ear. His expression changed slightly. Then, he quietly took two steps back and whispered a few words.
The guests on the viewing platform were undoubtedly the smartest and the most observant group of people in the Federation. When the director of the Special Task Force's strange look fell into their eyes and combined it with the scene they had noticed earlier, they were sure that something big must have happened.
In an inconspicuous position in the second-to-last row of the viewing platform, Lady Tai, who was wearing a black windbreaker, slowly put down the phone in her hand. A trace of anger flashed in her usually calm eyes, which immediately turned cold.
Then, Liyuan Palace and the heads of the seven families of the Federation, who were quietly standing in the crowd, all learned of the violent assassination that was happening on S2 through their respective intelligence channels. The faces of all those who knew the inside story changed slightly.
They might not know who the assassin was, and they did not care about the life or death of Senator Macklin. But they were concerned about the current situation in the Federation, which they had single-handedly controlled and created. But at this time, there were some disobedient insignificant people who tried to destroy everything they had agreed on. So, they were shocked and angry.
On the stone steps, President Pabre's speech was still going on, but the strange atmosphere on the viewing platform was getting thicker and thicker. On the most important day of the Federation, because of an assassination that happened in the distance, it became a little strange.
The National Security Advisor quietly walked up the stone steps and said a few words behind the Vice President-elect, then pointed at the back of President Pabre. The Vice President-elect anxiously shook his head.
More people looked at the eye-catching position in the first row of the viewing platform. The incident happened suddenly, and they wanted to know how the old director of the Bureau of Proclamation of the Federation would react.
Behind the oath-taking platform, President Pabre also noticed the strange expressions of his subordinates and guests. He narrowed his eyes and calmly continued his policy speech, but the corner of his eyes swept over the director of the Bureau of Proclamation.
In the eyes of the crowd, the white-haired director looked down, as if he didn't know anything. In fact, he was very clear about the reason for the strange situation at the presidential inauguration ceremony. In fact, he was the first person in the capital city to know about the S2 assassination.
At this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated. He leaned on his walking stick and left the viewing platform in a senile manner. Accompanied by his subordinates, he walked toward the back of the platform. He did not seem to care about the gazes that fell on him at all. It was as though this was not a presidential inauguration ceremony, and President Pabble was not giving a speech.
The old director held the phone and listened silently for a while, then slowly said, "How long has Xu Le been in there?"
"Fourteen minutes … twenty-seven seconds." On the other end of the phone, the assistant director gave an extremely accurate answer.
"Well, it seems that we can't count on him anymore." The old director heard the answer, slightly lowered his eyes, and said, "You think he will escape?"
"He was scheduled to leave S2 today, but the problem is that we don't know where the spaceship he prepared is." On the other end of the phone, Cui Judong said in a low voice, "And his identity is special. The bureau doesn't have any evidence yet, so it's not convenient for us to directly issue orders."
The old director was silent for a long time, then said, "The Bureau of Proclamation's words are the evidence."
On the other end of the phone, Cui Judong didn't say anything, and just listened quietly.
"Comb through all the aircraft that left S2 today. If Medellin really wants to leave," the old director's voice paused for a moment, "Just shoot him down."
After the phone call ended, the old director looked back at the Parliament Hill in the cold winter. His eyes slowly fell on the lady on the viewing platform, and then he frowned and looked at the so-called big shots on the platform.
These big shots who liked to play politics only knew that Medellin was assassinated, but they didn't know what Medellin meant to the Federation. A hint of mockery flashed in the old director's eyes.
To him, as long as the Bureau of Proclamation started paying attention, no one in the Federation could avoid the glory of the Constitution, and that was the same for Senator Medellin, who was well aware of the political shortcomings of the Federation.
All the military officials and important figures were gathered in the capital of S1, and Medellin took advantage of the presidential inauguration ceremony to leave. He was really a smart guy to the bone. Without the military's orders, who dared to stop Medellin from leaving? If that person really went into the depths of the vast universe, who could stop Medellin's return?
Director Si sighed softly, shook his head, and walked toward the Federal Fleet Commander, three-star general Hong Yuliang. If the Bureau of Proclamation wanted to forcibly seize the temporary command authority of the fleet and shoot down Medellin's spaceship, they would at least have to give this strong woman a heads-up.
Of course, Director Si also knew very well that without a trial, the Bureau of Proclamation would have to pay a heavy price after killing a senator, a highly popular vice-presidential candidate, and this price would most likely be his early retirement.
However, he did not hesitate at all. The Emperor of the Empire had used that senator to toy with the Federation for so many years. As the director of the Bureau of Proclamation, he felt endless shame. If he could still let Medellin leave alive today, he might as well commit suicide.
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The Federation's Second Military Region, Oak State Garrison Headquarters.
"The Golden Foundation Building is calling for the third time, requesting emergency support. The enemy's attack speed is too fast, and they have a lot of firepower." A first lieutenant staff officer quickly ran behind the garrison commander and said with an unpleasant expression, "Commander, should we send a combat team over?"
"Send my ass!"
The garrison commander did not pay attention to his subordinate's urgent request at all. His eyes were slightly red as he stared at the holographic map on the light screen. Looking at the clear heat traces on the map, looking at the flashing analysis numbers beside them, and then listening to the incredibly noisy voices of the staff officers on the other side, he vented all the emotions in his heart.
He turned around and glared fiercely at the staff officer, saying, "The Green Dragon Mountain army has been fully mobilized, and the entire military region is preparing for defense. You want me to send people to protect a bullsh * t senator at this time? Do you want me to go to military court?"
The staff officer had nothing to say in response. In the early hours of this morning, the Green Dragon Mountain anti-government army, which had not made any major military movements in the past few years, suddenly acted out of the norm and sent out four armies. Following the winding mountain paths in the mountains, they marched out of the mountains with an extremely threatening aura.
Although the anti-government army's military movement had not yet broken through the actual control line of both sides, this kind of high-pressure situation made the Federal Army stationed around the four states feel an unprecedented pressure.
Was the war really going to start?
At this critical moment, the news of the Golden Foundation Building being attacked was selectively forgotten by all the officers of the Federation's Second Military Region. There were priorities, and with the war imminent, who would pay attention to this kind of thing? For the people of the Second Military Region, it was better for an old wolf like Macklin, raised by the anti-government army, to die as soon as possible. The sudden attack of the anti-government army just happened to give them an excuse to feel at ease.
It was because of the Green Dragon Mountain anti-government army's sudden combat readiness that the Second Military Region, which was currently under a rain of bullets, had no intention of going to provide support even though it had been almost 20 minutes since the attack.
"What are these wolves in the mountains trying to do?" The garrison commander stared coldly at the increasing number of red dots on the map. His heart was extremely cold. His immediate superior, the commander of the Second Military Region, was attending the presidential inauguration ceremony in the capital today, but at this time, the Green Dragon Mountain anti-government army suddenly came out in full force. This situation was very suspicious.
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A huge explosion resounded in the mountains somewhere in the four states. This was not the front line of the battle between the government army and the anti-government army, but an abandoned factory that no one paid attention to.
"Reporting, mission successful." An anti-government army soldier wearing a camouflage uniform came to the forest and said to the middle-aged man wearing a straw hat in a deep voice.
He smiled and patted the shoulder of the subordinate, then turned around to look at the place where the smoke rose. At this time, the comrades in the mountains should have already assumed a full-scale attack posture. Under such a high pressure situation, the Second Military Region probably would not notice Macklin's movement.
There was a temporary spaceship landing base in the abandoned factory. The escape route that Macklin had prepared should be here. He looked at the smoke and thought about how he met and fought with Macklin in this life. His heart became slightly cold.
Although he was known as the most famous intelligence leader of the thirty-seven constitutions, he was not an organization like the Federation's Bureau of Proclamation, so he did not know Macklin's true identity. He could not understand why Macklin was in such a hurry to leave.
But since he had found this out, he made his own response.
He and Macklin had fought for many years, and in the end, he did not know who won and who lost. But at least today, he cut off Macklin's support from the government, and cut off Macklin's escape route. He had done everything he could.
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On the mountaintop southwest of the Peace Foundation building, a black workbench was lonely among the fallen leaves. There were a few corpses around it, and blood flowed slowly along the red leaves. The delicate man who was supposed to be guarding the workbench and providing technical support to Xu Le had disappeared without a trace. No one knew where he went.
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Inside the Peace Foundation building, many people had died, but some were still alive. The sound of bullets whistling through the air was intermittent, but it never stopped. The bullet marks and debris on the walls of the building fully proved how tragic the story had been from the beginning to the present.
From time to time, there was a dull sound. Some walls were penetrated, and some were blown to pieces. Amidst the blood and smoke, the hearts of the security personnel in the building were about to freeze. They didn't know who the second intruder was. Although this person might not be as unpredictable as the previous one, the absolute professional military accomplishment and the terrible weapon in his hand were like a black wall of death, blocking in front of them.
Shi Qinghai, who was covered in blood, was holding a 37 brand cigarette and an ACW as he stood guard in front of the last tunnel in the East Third District. There were shiny bullet shells in front of and behind him, as well as a suitcase that he carried with him.
The ACW trembled violently, spewing gunfire.
His lips, which were holding the cigarette, were a little pale and trembling. He did not know how long he could hold on. He could only clearly feel that his blood was flowing out of the bullet holes.
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There were more dense bullet marks on the glass door, but the high hardness material did not show any signs of breaking. In the middle of the circle of bullet marks that was hit by Xu Le, there were three neat lines. It was like a circle with the big word "people" written in the middle.
Senator Macklin, whose hair was messy, squinted his eyes and stared at Xu Le outside the glass door through the slight bullet marks.
Until now, he still firmly believed that as long as he stayed in the safe house for a while, the forces loyal to him would come to his aid. Even if all the people loyal to him died, the Federation government would not just stand by and watch him die. The commotion caused by his death would cause the Second Military Region to come to his rescue.
As long as he left the Peace Foundation building, he would be able to rush to the unknown base, take the spaceship and leave S2. During the long journey to the West Woods, he would quietly disappear from Bermuda and return to his hometown.
This would be a long journey home. What awaited him would be unprecedented achievements and a warm welcome from his family.
However, this councilman didn't expect that there were many people who didn't know his true identity, but still used all their strength to try to keep him here or kill him for some ridiculous reason. For example, Shi Qinghai, who was fighting a bloody battle outside the room, or Xu Le, who was outside the glass door.
Even if he could leave the building, he could not leave S2. Even if he left S2, what awaited him would be the Bureau of Proclamation's ruthless authority and the gunfire from the space fleet.
Of course, if it was not for Xu Le silently killing his way in today, perhaps before the Bureau of Proclamation could take action, Macklin would have already disappeared into the vast universe.
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The glass door did not shatter. Xu Le lowered his head, but he was not disappointed. He took out a nutrition bar and ate it in big bites. Then, he sat down in the open space in front of the glass door and closed his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep.
Macklin narrowed his eyes as he watched his strange actions. A strong sense of uneasiness grew in his heart, but he did not know where this uneasiness came from.
Suddenly, he understood. His uneasiness came from his opponent's calmness. The young man outside the door had always maintained an absolute calmness, and this calmness was rather frightening.
Macklin gently turned the pen in his hand, his pupils constricting slightly. There was something very important hidden in the pen. It contained the specific data of the two channels of the Night Scorpion Nebula and the Gary Corridor, as well as an extremely fine chip.
If it were not for the election failure, perhaps he would not have thought of going home. However, he had already obtained enough valuable information. He should be able to go home with confidence. At this moment, Macklin's homesickness overwhelmed his fear of the current situation.
Macklin had previously told Xu Le through the door that although he was a genius engineer, he would not be able to open this security door. Xu Le, who was sitting on the ground, opened his eyes at this moment. He looked at the senator behind the door and said, "I'm very good at physics."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body began to tremble violently. His face was pale, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.
He took a step forward, roared, and transferred all the energy in his body to his right arm in an instant. Then, he punched out like lightning!
There was no need for tools. Humans were the best machines. Xu Le only believed in his own fists.
This punch happened to hit the point where the bullet marks converged, right in the middle of the character "human". With a muffled sound, it seemed as if the entire room began to tremble.
Following the sound of paper tearing, a crack suddenly appeared on the extremely hard glass door that even bullets could not penetrate!
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