Parliament Hill was attacked, and several members were shot. Many Special Task Force agents and Federation Investigation Bureau officers who were in charge of security were killed in the line of duty. Several officers who participated in the ceremony were seriously injured, and one of them was brutally murdered. The most shocking thing was that the Federation's vice-president, Lord Byron, was killed on the spot.
Many years ago, the bitter struggle between the seven major families and the government ended with the former retreating behind the scenes and the latter acquiescing to the former's special status. Since then, the Federation had not seen such a bloody incident for many years.
The Federation Management Committee members rushed back to the Parliament Hill building from all over the country. The angry members only took three minutes to pass an emergency bill, mourning the victims of the incident. They also attached a citizen's letter to the Federation. In the letter, it was written that no matter what kind of vicious attacks they faced and how much blood they shed, the representatives elected by the citizens would always be loyal to their duties and stand on the stone steps of Parliament Hill, even if they were covered in the blood of their companions.
The Federation's various agencies entered a state of high alert. The military and Special Task Force jointly controlled the area around Charter Square. The official residence and the relevant departments on Parliament Hill began to channel public opinion. The buildings on Parliament Hill that were bombarded by bullets were temporarily reinforced. Officials from the Department of Health rushed to the hospital affiliated to the Capital University to monitor the treatment process. The Federation Investigation Bureau set up a case investigation team headed by the director, and the District Attorney's Office entered the entire process in advance.
President Pabre, who was attending the Federation Peace and Reconstruction Memorial Conference in S2, rushed back to the Capital Special District immediately after receiving news of the attack on Parliament Hill. On the spaceship, the President gave a televised speech to the entire Federation, expressing his grief and anger at the loss of his friends and family. At the same time, he also announced that March 22nd would be the Federation's day of mourning.
In the electronic newspapers and TV programs that were published in advance the next morning, every community in the federation expressed the most sorrowful feelings regarding the attack on Parliament Hill and the unfortunate deaths of the vice president and the members of parliament. At the same time, they carried out the most furious denunciations of the insane terrorist.
At 4: 40 in the morning, Zhang Xiaomeng, the Green Dragon Mountain official stationed in the capital, had an emergency meeting with the Federation's reporters at the side hall of the Parliament Hill.
Her expression was grave as she relayed the statement that Green Dragon Mountain's Central Committee had just sent over to the various reporters. In the statement, the Central Committee expressed strong dissatisfaction towards the current Federation society's irresponsible speculation. They solemnly explained that as early as three years ago, Green Dragon Mountain's anti-government army had already expelled this terrorist from the Pure Revolutionary Army. Moreover, they presented the relevant electronic documents and meeting minutes as evidence.
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The Pale Baby Flowers on the lawn of the President's official residence were beautiful, but these beautiful colors of spring could not be seen in the top-secret meeting room deep underground. On the circular screen were the commanders of the Second and Third Military Regions, followed by President Pabre, who was still on his way back. Due to the war with the Empire, the commander of the fleet, Admiral Hong Yuliang, did not appear in this emergency meeting. After Zhong Shouhu's death, the commander of the West Woods Military Region had not been decided yet.
At this moment, the dark-skinned President Pabre was looking at the white-haired old man who was speaking in the meeting room with a grave expression. The white-haired old man was the current government's National Security Advisor. He waved his arms excitedly, as if he wanted to tear the air in front of him apart.
"Right now, I don't care what the criminal's motive is. I just don't understand how he could do such a crazy thing. Everyone, that is Parliament Hill. The people who died were the Federation's Vice President and Senator!"
The National Security Advisor's face was gloomy. The collar of his formal suit was carelessly unbuttoned, and his messy hair was full of traces of sweat. He pointed his finger in the direction of the square diagonally above and roared.
"Why is the Bureau of Proclamation's response so slow? After the criminal opened fire on Parliament Hill, the Special Task Force had already sent you a location request. According to the standard procedure, you should have been able to locate the criminal's specific location within twelve seconds, and then provide it to the law enforcement agencies at the frontline. And the result? Even when Commander Du and his troops rushed to the square, the government still did not receive the location data.
"The criminal is dead? The question is, how many criminals are there like this? If someone could rush to Parliament Hill and kill the Federation's Vice President at will, does that mean that they could rush in and kill all of us in the next moment?
"Bureau of Proclamation, Special Task Force, Federation Investigation Bureau, I would like to know if you have the ability to deal with such a violent and unreasonable terrorist attack."
The Director of the Special Task Force stood silently at the door. He was the lowest ranking person in the entire conference room, and there was no place for him to speak. As for the Director of the Federation Investigation Bureau, he sat at the end of the long table with an ashen face. The deaths of Vice President Byron and Senator had made this official in charge of the Federation's internal security strategy feel as if the whole world had collapsed.
At that moment, the only one who could speak was Cui Judong, the acting Director of the Bureau of Proclamation. After a moment of silence, he calmly said, "The criminal has a way to temporarily block the chip's location. This is a problem that the Bureau of Proclamation cannot solve."
The National Security Advisor stared at him, as if he wanted to say something, but he was wary of the Bureau of Proclamation's special status, so in the end, he did not say anything.
"Then we'll solve it." Lee Jae-do, who was sitting at the front of the long table, suddenly broke the silence and said with a serious expression, "Some problems always need to be solved."
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Walking out of the President's Residence, Lee Jae-do waved his hand to stop the orderly from opening an umbrella. He squinted his eyes and looked at Parliament Hill in the distance in the light spring rain. After nearly half a minute of silence, he asked the officer behind him for a cigarette, which was very rare.
He clumsily and awkwardly inhaled two puffs, and was a little uncomfortable from the choking. He shook his head and couldn't help but look at Parliament Hill again. His feelings were indescribably complicated. A magnificent era was about to unfold in front of him, and his most firm and mature political partner was buried underground because of Shi Qinghai's simple and violent attack, and he would never see the real victory again. How could there be so many missed opportunities in life?
He swallowed the gloomy sadness in his throat and prepared to leave by car. Suddenly, a subordinate officer came up to him with a strange expression and whispered a few words.
The spring rain of the seventy-second year of the Constitutional Calendar continued to fall. It was not violent, but it lingered on and annoyed people. Lee Zaidao, who was also the commander of a military region, received a transfer request from Cillin in the night rain.
"Inform Colonel Xu Le that his request has been rejected."
General Lee Jae-do's gray eyebrows mixed with the raindrops, glowing with tenacity in the night. "Tell him that he is a soldier, a real soldier, and will never be affected by any emotions."
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