Editor-in-chief Bob looked at the young student wearing a black mask outside the window and smiled at Xu Le and said, "Although no one knows the truth of the incident now, there are so many people supporting you without asking the reason. I think you should feel a little proud and proud at this moment."

Xu Le lowered his head, stirred the black coffee in the cup slowly and seriously until he exhaled the burnt smell that he didn't like, and said softly: "It's a little touching, but it's hard to be proud or proud."

He raised his head, and his straight eyebrows under the shadow of the brim of the hat looked particularly calm: "The reason is that you said nothing about the reason. Now the people in the Federation still believe that I am a federal hero, so they cannot support me for reasons, but what if I were really a criminal who used a hero mask to conceal evil?"

Editor-in-chief Bob frowned, not understanding why he felt this emotion.

"The scene just now reminded me of the scene from the Medellin project. When we tried very hard to bring that MP to court, angry young students were running on the streets of the Federation."

Xu Le looked at the editor-in-chief and said, "Wood should have told you that the guy who sent the evidence to the newspaper office was the attacker who broke into Parliament Hill a few days ago. He was also my best friend."

"I also know that this man named Shi Qinghai once participated in the assassination against Medellin with you, and of course he later won the approval of the federal government, and the so-called assassination became an elimination operation." Editor-in-chief Bob still frowned and asked, "But why did you think of this?"

"People who go on the street may support the wrong party because of their misperception, but I have always insisted that they do not need to be responsible for these things. Because the federal government, parliament, and those big men at the top never give the public the opportunity to understand the really important information, such as the evidence in the Medellin project, it eventually became a bargaining chip for the exchange of interests between the government and those families."

"You are trying to say that this is George Carlin's message..." Editor-in-chief Bob said.

"Information asymmetry will inevitably lead to social injustice." Xu Le slowly stirred the black coffee in the cup, but did not want to drink it. He said: "I haven't read much articles in this regard, but I also know that there seems to be a argument in the intellectual community. People who are prone to falling into collective unconscious fanaticism will not be a good thing if they are exposed to too much information that is too complicated and difficult to distinguish."

"Although I have always been considered a concierge of the ***ist, I agree with certain statements that there is no absolute *** in the universe, and there is no absolute information disclosure."

Editor-in-chief Bob picked up the porcelain cup in front of him, looked at Xu Le and said seriously: "For example, what if the Imperial people know about confidential information involving federal security?"

"The problem is that the power to determine whether this information endangers federal security has always been in the hands of a very small number of people. As long as they want, they can even treat federal tax budget rules as important economic confidential data."

Xu Le shrugged slightly and said, "And before the Thirty-Seven Constitutional Calendar, the Federation had no enemies in the universe, so naturally there would be no information that endangers the security of the Federation. But at that time, was there real information disclosure?"

Editor-in-chief Bob tilted his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head with a smile, tasted a bit of slightly hot coffee, wiped off a touch of sweat from his cheeks, and said solemnly: "I took such a big risk today to meet a federal wanted criminal, so of course I don't want to relive the passionate discussions I had on campus back then."

After a moment of pause, the editor-in-chief looked at the rippling coffee in the cup and asked thoughtfully: "I made the last interview before the death of the God of War. The main purpose of that interview was not to create monuments or statues for him, but to use the fact that shocked the whole universe to clean up the accusation of having an affair with the rebellion. It is obvious that the God of War is indeed trying to make you his ***erk, and the President's appreciation and love for you is well known to the world. However, according to the situation in our newspaper, this time it was the actions of Mr. President and General Lee Jae-do to directly target you."

"The God of War trusts our newspaper and gives us the honor of the final interview. In addition to the Medellin case we once did not meet and cooperate with, I think it should be able to illustrate my professional reputation, Colonel Xu Le, about the case of the ancient clock you refer to and the story that happened at the official residence that night, you can tell me directly without hesitation."

Xu Le did not hesitate and directly took off the military watch on his wrist, entered the password, and started the relevant program. In a flash, the evidence obtained by Mr. Shi and his years of investigation appeared on the stretched light curtain and appeared in front of editor-in-chief Bob.

These evidences, which appear in the form of videos and documents, directly point to several ugly events in the federal government and even the ancient clock explosion in recent years, pointing to a secret organization protected by the Trinity Association. The members of this organization include the president and vice president of the current federal government, as well as countless powerful military generals...

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There is an ordinary cafe on the street. The dusk shines on the earth. The night gradually stretches its waist on the other end of the sky. It is about to show off its fists. The dim and psychedelic light shines on the seats in the corner through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The faint light reflected from the light curtain is reflected on the face of Editor-in-Chief Bob.

No one of the waiters and guests on the table next to them noticed the movements on the table, and naturally they didn't know what the faint light meant to the entire Federation.

Editor-in-chief Bob was silent for a long time, and occasionally opened his mouth in shock, looked at Xu Le and wanted to say something and asked something, but in the end he just lowered his head and watched again, closing his lips tightly, with only the rapid changes in expression on his face, proving how severe the mental impact these contents had caused to this best newsman in the Federation.

During this process, Xu Le remained silent. He watched the editor-in-chief's expression, and slowly stirred the black coffee with his fingers while holding the metal spoon.

"incredible."

The editor-in-chief held Xu Le's cell phone tightly in his right hand, his brows were locked very tightly, and he let out the most normal feeling. The opposite side of the table was always quiet. After a moment, he smiled self-deprecatingly and murmured to himself: "But you can't refuse to believe it."

After being silent for a long time again, Bob's brow was deeply locked, and it seemed that he had used a lot of effort to suppress some kind of ***. He looked at Xu Le and whispered: "At this time, I suddenly regret coming to see you, and I regret seeing these things."

"Why?" Xu Le asked.

"I admire Mr. President, and you can even say that I am one of his staunch supporters. In the confrontation between the government and those families, I stood by him without hesitation and was willing to shout for him. In my opinion, the five years of President Pablo's first term were definitely the best five years in federal history. I know his ambitions and can feel his ideals..."

Editor-in-chief Bob's expression gradually calmed down, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes, and he said, "The cell phone you handed over destroyed my last imagination of beauty, and I even think that you may destroy all the efforts of Mr. President and this administration."

Xu Le can understand, and to be more precise, he can easily feel the editor-in-chief's feeling of losing and slightly confusing at this moment than anyone else.

Before that night, like the editor-in-chief, he had all his imagination and hope for the bright future of the Federation to the dark-faced middle-aged man in the official residence. When these imaginations and hopes suddenly became shady, the feeling of being betrayed was very uncomfortable, and it would even subconsciously refuse to accept it.

Even editor-in-chief Bob will probably have countless violent struggles and struggles after seeing these evidences. I would rather not see them or destroy them all, as if these things have never happened?

Xu Le didn't want the editor-in-chief across the table to make such a choice, because in the federal society with tens of billions of people, he was already very lonely. Even if the students wearing black masks said that he would not be lonely, he was still lonely and he did not want his last companion to leave him.

Suddenly, he stopped stirring the black coffee, looked up at the opposite side, and whispered a famous speech from the Federation.

"This is a huge fleet expedition to the splendid universe, with countless heroic warriors standing one after another, strong survival and glorious sacrifices intersecting, thus appearing an extremely magnificent era. Behind the era, there is a new price increase in egg white meat, the uncle next door is unemployed, the business of the underground casino is worse, the guard yawns increase, the aunt next door raises wages, and the daughter is worried about poor grades in the spring exam and is worried about the reduction in pocket money."

"Whether it is a big era or a small day, it is actually full of brave people and cowardly people. They will be happy because of victory, sad because of failure, and angry because of many things. The only difference between the two is their attitude when facing difficulties and power."

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A low and plain voice slowly rang in a corner of the coffee shop. Editor-in-chief Bob, who listened carefully, gradually stretched out his deep brows, and he felt thoughtful in peace.

"This is the award speech you wrote specifically when the Nebula Awards. I felt very honored to receive the awards at that time, and I kept it in my heart."

Xu Le narrowed his eyes and said, "I will not doubt your firm belief in fighting power, but what I want to say is that if power is dressed in a perfect dress of idealism, or even idealism itself, we still have to resist to the end."

"These five years may be the best five years and the best big era in federal history, but for the waitresses in Linhai Prefecture Stadium, the Xilin soldiers on the ancient clock, and for the families of these innocent dead, they have lived the worst little days in these five years."

A calm smile appeared on the editor-in-chief Bob's face. He picked up the slightly cool coffee and took a sip. After a moment of silence, he asked in a harmonious voice: "Okay, what do you need our newspaper to do? I will start with Wood's in-depth coverage of this aspect immediately, but... the gentleman in the residence has countless pairs of white gloves, and we cannot accuse him."

"No, you misunderstood what I mean. I don't want the Capital Region Daily to report on the risk of government anger. Schiller said that guns are always more powerful than pens."

Editor-in-chief Bob frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Then why did you meet me today and give me this evidence?"

Xu Le looked at the undrinkable black coffee in front of him, and after a long silence, he said, "I just hope that even if I die, the truth can be left behind."
Chapter completed!