The Supreme Court of the Federation announced the immediate repeal of the Patriot Act. For some people of the Federation, it was like the sun dispelling the haze, but for some people of the Federation, it was more like the night shrouding the earth again.
The jubilant celebration did not happen in all the cities. In some places, angry Pabre loyalists took to the streets, waving their fists in protest. Even the highly respected Chief Justice He of the Supreme Court was criticized and questioned on the Internet and in the media, which was extremely rare.
But at least on the two sides of Rabi Boulevard that were occupied by the silent march, and around the Supreme Court building that was packed with people, there were no conflicts of ideas or factions. Countless people were jumping in excitement, shouting slogans, and welcoming the brave heroes in their hearts.
The officials of the Joint Investigation Department, who had been waiting outside the cordon with gloomy expressions, had already left in embarrassment amidst the violent boos and curses of the people. With the repeal of the Patriot Act, the government of the Federation could no longer take coercive measures against the two journalists.
Chief Editor Wood and reporter Bob raised their hands high like heroes and walked out amidst the deafening cheers. At the front of the crowd were their most familiar colleagues.
The reporters and editors of the Capital Special District Daily looked at the chief editor and Wood, who they had not seen for many days. They were both excited and sad. Some women wiped away the tears on their faces and squeezed out cheerful smiles.
Tauris was the full-time secretary of Chief Editor Bob. The woman, who was in her forties and had light blond wavy hair, came forward while sobbing, opened her arms, and gave the chief editor a warm hug, which caused the exaggerated laughter of the people around them and a weird smile on Wood's face.
She put on the windbreaker for Bob with trembling fingers, then took out a high-quality coarse tobacco from the box and carefully put it into Bob's mouth.
Chief Editor Bob lit the coarse tobacco, took two deep puffs, and then handed it to Wood, who was full of resentment. Looking at the tears on his secretary's face, he said with a smile, "Don't cry. People will laugh at you."
"Okay." Tauris answered with a sobbing tone. She wiped the tears off her face and walked to his side naturally. She asked seriously, "Are you going back to the news agency?"
Chief Editor Bob and Reporter Wood subconsciously looked at each other, then looked at the other side of Rabi Avenue that was also crowded and lively. They looked at the young councilor who was surrounded by reporters and people.
Does the repeal of the Patriot Act represent true freedom?
The noisy cheers of the tens of thousands of people around them made the two middle-aged men, who were known as the conscience of the Federation's press, frown at the same time. They thought of the horrible noises in the cells of the Joint Investigation Department and the gloomy time in captivity.
They had not obtained true freedom yet, as they could not return to the newspaper office to write editorials and conduct investigations. Once they left the noisy sea of people that was completely inconsistent with the silent march, there was a high possibility that they would be assassinated, get into a car accident, jump off a building, be framed in some absurd criminal case, or be mentally ill …
"Councilman Feng knows the situation we are in, so he has been silent since last night. He did not tell us much, so he knows that we, the two of us who have been labeled as heroes, have to stay by his side."
Chief Editor Bob looked into the distance and said to Wood, who was next to him.
"Right now, we are indeed very helpful to the silent march movement, so I don't mind helping them." Wood held a thick cigarette between his fingers and shrugged. "I just hate the feeling of being forced, as if we are still in prison."
Chief Editor Bob said calmly, "Imprisoning the body has nothing to do with the mind. Now that you and I can be heard by the people, we are no longer in prison. And I also want to know if Councilman Feng … will be the second President Pabre."
He turned his head to look at Wood, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder. He said, "You don't have to go back to the newspaper office. Pick up the pen, and you can still take revenge on society."
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In January of the 76th year of the Constitutional calendar, the snow fell and rested. No one knew when the sparkling snowflakes would fall from the lead-gray clouds again. Only the cold wind continued to blow.
In the cold wind, Tai Zhiyuan's thin body looked particularly thin, and his face was getting paler and paler. The people around him couldn't help but worry that the young councilman would collapse after coughing again.
The reporters who ran the political line all knew that Councilman Feng was not in good health, but no one in the press knew the real reason why his health was getting worse. But for them, pity was the emotion of the fanatical people, but it was definitely not the emotion they should have for the interview. So they held their microphones and recording pens high, and continued to ask questions without pause.
Tai Zhiyuan raised his hands and gestured for the crowd to quiet down. Then he answered the reporter in front of him with a serious expression, "Although Chief Editor Bob and Reporter Wood have been cleared of the ugly and unfair accusations, and the government has to formally apologize and explain this, the government has to bear the relevant judicial responsibility for the cruel and inhumane treatment the two of them suffered during the interrogation by the Joint Investigation Department."
The reporter asked, "Councilman, do you mean to pursue criminal responsibility? Then which of the government's serial departments will be involved in the indictment? "
"The Patriot Act has been abolished, so the Joint Investigation Department, which has dangerous high authority, has lost all reason to exist. It must be disbanded immediately."
Tai Zhiyuan's answer was simple and direct, and it was strong and powerful.
A male reporter squeezed to the front of the crowd, raised the recording pen in his hand, and asked loudly, "During the silent march last night, the first seven groups' officer, Da Vinci, appeared on the podium and claimed that he was persecuted by the government. But according to the military's investigation, this officer fled after killing his comrades on the frontlines of planet Mo Hua. There are related videos, and many soldiers of the New Eleventh Division can prove that this person once colluded with the Empire's soldiers. "
"This person called Da Vinci has been confirmed as a rebel."
"Letting a rebel officer viciously attack the soldiers of the Federation who were still fighting on the frontlines, shamelessly framing the Federation government in order to wash away his sins, Mr. Councilman, how do you plan to explain this matter?"
The reporters present knew very well that this male reporter was from the Tribune, which was close to Pabre's government, but they also wanted to know how Tai Zhiyuan would answer.
The Tribune reporter did not end his sharp questions there. He threw out another bombshell and asked, "According to the Bureau of Proclamation, a spy of the Empire has infiltrated the Federation. With the political situation in the Federation in turmoil, what does the Empire want to do?"
"You and your demonstration team have seriously interfered with the daily operations of the government and caused great harm to the frontlines. Is there any connection between the rebel officer named Da Vinci, the abolition of the Patriot Act, the Empire's people, and this silent march?"
In the context of this war, any factor that involved the Empire would become sensitive and dangerous. Hearing the reporter's question, the crowd suddenly fell silent. Countless eyes fell on Tai Zhiyuan's face.
Tai Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes and stared at the reporter coldly. He found that the other party did not back down but had a provocative look. He vaguely guessed that the government was looking for the right time to announce his former friendship with the Empire's Prince Xu Le as the most powerful countermeasure.
"Da Vinci is a rebel?"
Tai Zhiyuan stared at the other party coldly. His voice became sharper and more unyielding. "Then is he a rebel who fought on the frontlines for four years, or a rebel whose legs were blown off and will be disabled for life?"
Without waiting for the Tribune reporter to refute, Tai Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "I'm a retired officer of the glorious Federation. I've not only held a pen in my hand like you, I've also held a gun.
"I'm not hiding in the safety of the capital ring, sitting on the sofa with a pen in my hand and killing imaginary soldiers of the Empire in order to love some people of the Federation."
Tai Zhiyuan stared at the reporter who had an extremely ugly expression and said word by word, "I've been on the frontlines.
I've resisted the invasion of the Empire with the guns and bullets in my hands. I've killed countless soldiers of the Empire who rushed in front of me.
"Those cruel and barbaric soldiers of the Empire are not just imaginary images that only exist in the minds of people like you. They are real people!
"Therefore, you should ask the people of the Empire what they want to do, not me.
"If you and your newspaper company try to connect me with the people of the Empire in the future and insult the dignity and honor of a retired officer of the Federation, I will not hesitate to shoot you just like I did to the people of the Empire!"
The Tribune reporter looked at the thin and weak young senator in shock. He was at a loss for what to do because of the sudden pressure from the other party. He subconsciously waved his arms and shouted to his colleagues around him, "He's threatening me! Did you see that? A senator is using threats to fight against the freedom of the press! "
He thought that the words such as the freedom of the press and threats would easily provoke the emotions of the reporters around him, but he only received indifferent and mocking gazes.
It was because he did not understand that since he and his newspaper company dared to insinuate Tai Zhiyuan in the name of righteousness that was too sensitive to be touched, then Tai Zhiyuan could naturally use the name of righteousness to counterattack in the most forceful and even violent way.
"As for your claim that the political situation of the Federation is chaotic, and that the Empire will take advantage of the situation and accuse the people who participated in the silent march, which will affect the battle at the frontlines, I would like to give the following official answer."
In the cold wind, the young senator looked at the microphone and recording pen in front of him and said solemnly, "If you believe Major Da Vinci's accusation …
"Then you should understand that what the Federation government and certain high-ranking military officers are doing on planet Mo Hua is not ostracizing, suppressing, or purging. They are shooting behind the backs of the brave and fearless soldiers who are bathed in blood. This is pure murder!
"Here, I would like to ask all of the citizens of the Federation to consider, who is the real threat to the Federation right now, between this government and the Empire!"
The crowd fell into a deathly silence.
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