Chapter 250: The statue of the capital special zone in a rainy night

Late at night, it rained in the S1 Capital Special Zone. The drizzle hit the dark green leaves and tapped everyone's windows, disturbing their dreams. The coming summer was wet, and the wet streets under the night and the light violin sounds from some building quietly exuded a fresh and peaceful smell.

However, on the same rainy night, there is a completely different emotional atmosphere in those official residences that ordinary people cannot reach.

The presidential residence, Xishan Courtyard, and the top floor of Parliament Hill were brightly lit. Government officials and military officers rushed around in a hurry, lowering their voices and making phone calls in all directions, with shock and nervousness on their faces extremely strong.

An hour ago, the FBI raised the homeland security alert to the highest level. Federal officers and soldiers who were on vacation in various places received an emergency notice and quickly gathered at the Four Military Regional Bases. Seventeen space military bases, including the Crescent Base, entered a state of war. In the dark universe, the federal fleets advanced toward the designated star domain and advanced to the designated star domain.

The Charter Bureau at the end of the dead end in the outskirts of the Capital Special Administrative Region has become extremely depressing at this moment. Director Tai rushed back from his home with a cold expression.

The ordinary people of the federal government did not know what was going on, nor did they know that for these departments, this rainy night was not fresh at all, and it was just heavy and long torment.

When the information was finally confirmed, the tension and depression atmosphere that permeated various departments suddenly turned into shock and confusion.

Lieutenant General Zhong Shouhu, commander of the Fourth Military Region of the Federation and commander-in-chief of Xilin Front, was attacked and killed in the late scorpion nebula.

The light penetrated the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential residence, illuminating the raindrops outside the building as clear as silver threads. The secret service agents in black formal clothes looked at the movements around like hawks. They only knew that something big happened in the Federation, but they didn't know what was going on.

The staff in the official residence can no longer hold coffee like those familiar nights, to eliminate the fatigue of busy overtime work. Men and women gather together to make jokes. Sometimes when they meet the President, they can even make a few jokes with him. They stay quietly and nervously in their respective offices, waiting for the work that is about to come.

This rainy night, the President will not be in the mood to have coffee with everyone, nor do they.

In the Oval Office, a loud swearing voice and the sound of heavy objects colliding.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on!"

Confirmed that Zhong Shouhu was killed in an attack, President Pablo could no longer maintain his former demeanor, like a stabbed lion, roaring angrily at his subordinates in the room.

His dark face became darker and thick lips cursed without hesitation. The buttons of his shirt had been unbuttoned, but he still couldn't cool the angry heart.

No one answered the angry question from Mr. President, because no one, including Mr. President, could have expected this tragedy, even if he had thought that the fleet of the Imperial people might enter the federal territory and carry out sneak attacks.

Director Tai, who had just arrived from the Charter Bureau, remained silent.

The federal Charter Network should bear the greatest responsibility for this matter. However, the big names here all know that the federal resources can support the Charter Bureau to conduct comprehensive monitoring of human society. However, for Haohan's universe, the Charter that claims to be shrouded in the universe has always had loopholes.

The most pressing issue facing the federal government at this moment is also the most direct reason for the fall of the Xilin star - why can the imperial fleet pass through the space channel at the Late Scorpion Nebula?

There was a dead silence in the Oval Office. President Pablo frowned and pursed his thick lips tightly. He pounded the table twice as hard as he was venting, and then looked back at the oil painting on the wall and fell into silence.

"The question now is whether the Empire is going to start the attack." The President replied with a hint of calmness, slowly tied the buttons, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

"The troops are gathering and can be assembled within forty-eight hours." General Miles, chairman of the Federal Joint Staff, looked a little tired at the moment, and replied in a deep voice: "The attached fleet of the space base has taken off and rushed to the Late Scorpion Nebula and Gary Corridor."

"How long will it take for the Second Fleet to return to its defense zone?"

President Pablo did not look back, and asked softly with his hands on his sore waist. At this moment, I wonder if he would feel a little regretful. If it weren't for the purpose of completely annihilating the imperial people's expeditionary fleet and transferring the main force of the Federation to the desolate star field outside Xilin, would the Ancient Bell have escaped this disaster?

General Hong Yuliang, commander-in-chief of the Federal Fleet, appeared on the remote call light curtain. The sadness and self-blame on the face of the nearly fifty-year-old female general passed by, and was immediately transformed into calmness and perseverance by the powerful military will: "Mr. President, the Federal Fleet will strengthen its work in their respective defense areas after the 78 federal standards. We are ready to face the entire fleet of the Imperial people."

She looked down at the analysis report just sent by the staff officer, and continued: "Based on the precious information sent by Commander Zhong before his death and his own judgment... the General Staff of the Federal Fleet concluded that the Imperial people did not fully grasp the method of transition with hollow twist rate, but only had a limited control. They could only transport one batch of intermediate fleets at a time at most, and perhaps because of waiting for the space storm to subside, the delivery interval should be more than seven days."

Hearing the military's analysis, President Pablo's heavy stone was slightly loose, and then asked seriously: "This judgment will directly affect the government's subsequent response decisions, and it is related to the safety of the federal government. Are you sure?"

"Yes." General Hong Yuliang replied after thinking for a moment: "This is just a sinister sneak attack by the imperial people, not a precursor to a large attack."

"I support the fleet's judgment." Admiral Miles added exhaustedly: "If the Empire has been able to fully master the space channel technology and, according to the cruel and bet-for-all personality of the Empire Emperor, he will definitely dispatch all fleets at once and put this most precious first sneak attack opportunity on S1."

With the Oval Office silent again, President Pablo turned around and looked at the important cabinet members of the federal government and said: "The government's top priority at the moment is to stabilize the situation in Xilin."

The tiger in Xilin died. What would his brave soldiers and ordinary Xilin people who loved and respected the Zhong family react?

"A press conference was held in the early morning, and I will announce this sad news to the federal people, especially the people of Xilin."

The President took a deep breath, and a trace of indomitable perseverance flashed across his dark face. He pressed his hands on the desk, leaned forward slightly, and said in a solemn tone: "No matter how despicable the imperial people are, they cannot disrupt the pace of the Federation. They cannot stop us, but will only inspire us."

"I ordered that the Presidential Special Fund within three years will be prepaid in advance and the construction of the forward base will be improved. The Ministry of Defense must come up with a final forming plan within one month, and the production of the assembly base and supporting companies must be accelerated. No one can delay this matter with any excuse, otherwise I will ask him to go to the military court."

President Pablo looked at the people in the Oval Office and said, "We have declared war on the Empire, so let the war burn on their land be earlier."

"I unconditionally support the instructions of His Excellency the President." On the remote light curtain, Federal Vice President Byron took the lead in expressing his support, and said in a solemn tone: "Tomorrow I will convene an emergency meeting of the Federal Parliament and propose to pass the second-level military control."

A black ring chair, a ridiculous black round hat, wearing the head of the old man in Liyuan Palace.

This old man is a real federal financial oligarch, because the federal financial industry will always have only the leader or master of the Iron Son Li family, and the target of their struggle will always be the President with the highest power in the federal government and official residence.

As the head of the seven major families with the cold smell of money and numbers flowing in every pore, Liyuan Palace has rarely been moved by anything in recent years. Even the day when the federal government forced the Li family to pass the financial algorithm on Parliament Hill, the wrinkles on his face were still as if he was asleep.

However, today, the wrinkles on his face began to accumulate like loess washed by rivers, creating a complex and sad feeling of thought.

Recalling the previous call with several other old friends, the old man Liyuan Palace said to himself in a complicated mood: "It will rain and the Federation will fight, and no one can stop it. It's just a tiger. You're leaving so suddenly and such a big family business is probably a problem."

Don’t worry about the back mountain.

Mrs. Tai stopped cutting the onion and took off the goggles. Her mood has been a little uneasy today. She didn't know if it was because of the onion or the news, but she was a little sad.

"It has been confirmed that the news is true." Tai Zhiyuan, who is thin, stood in the drizzling night wind on the terrace by the lake, looked at his mother with a lonely expression and said, "Please check this matter, I always feel that it is not that simple. In addition, no matter who the federal government selects to take over the position of Tiger's front-line commander-in-chief, I will go to Xilin."

"Level 2 military control? I don't know if the parliament can pass it."

Du Shaoqing hung up the call that the big man had just called, then sat in the shadow of the apartment window, looking at the raindrops outside the window through the curtains, and remained silent for a long time.

The enemy of his life was dying in the artillery fire of the Imperial Fleet. This famous federal general should feel gloating, gloating, relieved, relaxed or strong unwillingness. However, all these emotions did not appear in his heart. On the contrary, on the face that was as gloomy and cold as an iceberg, some uncontrollable complex emotions gradually emerged.

Du Shaoqing's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if she was about to cry, but it did not shed. After a long silence, he opened the drawer beside him and took out a rare old-style photo.

This is a photo of five young men in their prime at the First Military Academy many years ago. On the photo slightly rolled up on the edge, there were two beautiful girls squatting in the front row. Cao Jiaren on the left is now the wife of the Nanxiang family, and on the right... she is Zhong Shouhu's wife.

There were three young officers in the back row. Zhong Shouhu, who was standing in the middle, had a slightly fat face and was full of youth. Fatty Tian was still a thin bamboo pole, standing happily on the side, while his cold self was standing bored on the other side.

Du Shaoqing looked at the photo in a daze and remembered a lot of past events. His fingers gently slid on the photo, sliding across the girl's face, as if he was gently stroking her who had disappeared into the universe.
Chapter completed!