Chapter 290: The Federation’s Grave Digger (Part 2)

"In the spring of the sixty-seventh year of the Constitutional Calendar, at the ceremony to present the Nebula Awards to the Medellin MPs, I heard President Pablo say this."

"A man is not as good as a lamp going out. The lamp has light. The place where it cannot be seen is dark. If you do something wrong, you have to pay a price. Maybe I am not a mature politician, but I am a persistent worshiper of federal law. If I die, you can dig up my tomb and see what color it is inside. I am the same as this for some dead people."

"At that time, MP Medellin had just died in an assassination. The people did not know that he would be the seed of the empire that would be the infamous future. Mr. Pablo had just taken office as president. He was full of vitality and the beautiful idea of ​​changing the world. It is not a secret that I was also one of his most loyal supporters back then, just like you who are reading this newspaper."

"However, as Mr. Pablo once said, if you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. As the President of the Federation, each of us has the right to ask him to stand on this side of the moral dividing line, not to mention that what he has done has long exceeded the moral boundary. We have no intention of supporting any political movement, but we insist that the people should have the right to know the truth."

"Will our accusations affect the war that took place in the Zuotian Star Domain? Will our demands make the warriors on the frontline shed more blood? I don't know the exact answer. I only know that this war that took place between the Federation and the Empire. If there is a certain justice that can be said loudly, then we can only have a system that is superior to them. People living in this star Domain believe in kindness, justice, conscience and law."

"If the frontline warriors watch over the Federation, losing these valuable qualities, is there anything worth their bloodshed and sacrifice?"

"Vice President Byron is dead, Colonel Lake is dead, Colonel Simon Jin is dead, Mr. Congressman is dead, many people are dead, and there is no way to confront them, because even if we dig their graves, the answer we can get is only silent."

"But there are many more people living, they are not subject to law or anger, they sit indifferently on the top of the Federation, rule the world high above and change it. I don't know what color their tomb will be when it is dug, but we know that if we don't stop them, the whole Federation will be buried in the cold pit."

"Bob, Wood was written in the autumn of the seventy-fifth year of the Constitutional Calendar."

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Capital Daily has moved away from the newspaper street, which is full of ink in fantasy. It is now just a very inconspicuous ordinary building in the western district of the capital. However, the eye-catching moon eclipse sign is still hanging at the door of the newspaper. Although it was ablated by the fire back then, it still exists.

In the room after the huge moon eclipse sign, reporter Wood rubbed his legs and focused on watching his report for the fourth time. After that traffic accident, although his leg injury recovered very well, he would be sore in cold weather like today.

"I still think that the last paragraph should not be added. The justice of this war cannot be questioned. Even if you write it vaguely, it will give the other party a good excuse."

Editor-in-chief Bob sat behind the desk and smiled, gently wiped his glasses, and said, "This is most likely our last article in the press, and I will always be willing to do so."

At this moment, the black phone rang. Wood looked at him worriedly, but the expression on his face did not change. He calmly answered the phone and said, "What does the board of directors say?"

The chairman on the other end of the phone coughed twice and said in a harmonious voice: "Mr. Li talks to you."

There was a voice of praise from Sanlin Bank President Li Xiuzhu, who appeared on the other end of the phone: "Mr. Editor, don't worry, we will protect your safety, and the special issue will be fully printed."

After hanging up the phone, Editor-in-Chief Bob spread his hands and looked at Wood and said, "The funder's funder seems to have a lot of opinions about the government."

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Regarding the boss of the newspaper's backstage boss, the giant Sanlin United Bank decided to support the newspaper in all aspects to start a war with the federal government. This is not a very difficult puzzle for Bob and Wood.

They did not want the newspaper to participate in the war between the government and the seven major players. In fact, before publishing this news that shocked the federal government, they had the independent editorial authority and did not have any contact with the board of directors. Therefore, at the later urgent hearing on the Parliament Hill, in the face of the aggressive questioning of a member of the parliament, Editor-in-Chief Bob smiled slightly and did not admit any accusations in this regard.

"According to the News Information Confidentiality Law and the Citizen Privacy Regulations, I refuse to explain the source of evidence to the hearing. In addition, in accordance with the 27th subsection of paragraph 4 of the Charter, news reports never need to bear the burden of proof. If the parties involved in the report believe that the report harms the relevant rights and interests of the party with false facts, they can file a lawsuit. Please note that this is a private prosecution case."

Editor-in-chief Bob had a serious expression and looked around the solemn political figures in the solemn venue of Parliament Hill and said: "If Mr. Pablo accused our newspaper of slandering, although he was a lawyer and I wrote online novels, I still welcome a lawsuit with him."

A Paburn radical who had just been elected as a member of parliament angrily took off his boots, slapped the table hard, and shouted at him at a distance of more than ten meters: "Under the Patriotic Act, you must answer questions with honesty and no restrictions, otherwise you will be severely charged."

"I'd love to know what you can accuse me."

Editor-in-chief Bob held down the angry Wood's shoulder beside him and stared at the MP, asking in a stern tone: "Patriotic Act? From the first day of the passage of this bill on Parliament Hill, I have not been prepared to accept it. In fact, as a citizen, I have filed a lawsuit with the Supreme Court. I think the bill is seriously violated the Charter and Ordinance and should be revoked immediately."

The hearing was temporarily adjourned, and Wood brought him a glass of clear water. Looking at the MPs around him who were discussing privately, he said with a smile: "Tai Zhiyuan has been trying to overturn the verdict on Gu Zhonghao and provided information to major newspapers. Although it is not as detailed and reliable as ours, no newspapers dare to publish it. Why? It is because they are afraid of death, but to be honest, I am also very afraid."

"When you are not afraid of death, you often won't die, because if you die at this time, they will not be able to explain this matter clearly."

Editor-in-chief Bob said: "But although I won't die, I think I will definitely be scolded."

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The cold late autumn is still rain rather than snow. It falls on the long stone steps in front of the Parliament Hill. It will be turned into pieces of round ice in no time, making the stone steps extremely slippery. Editor-in-chief Bob and Wood walked out of the Parliament Hill with umbrellas, supporting each other and walking down the stone steps, their movements seem extremely clumsy.

The two walked to the bottom of the stone steps with difficulty, and greeted them with countless flash microphones, as well as insults that excited the public, such as traitors, lackeys and dog waste.

"Mr. Editor-in-chief, I heard that the board of directors of the Capital Special Administrative Region Daily has been secretly accepting financial support from Sanlin United Bank? So does your report today have anything to do with the government's investigation of those big families?"

After all, they were colleagues, and their questions seemed gentle, while the reactions of the people outside were even more intense. They kneaded the newspapers in their hands into paper balls, threw them in angrily, and shouted loudly to kill the lackeys from the Wanli family.

Under the protection of the police, Editor-in-Chief Bob and reporter Wood were under attacks of paper balls that were denser than raindrops. They shrank their bodies behind the umbrella and looked at each other with bitter smiles.

With the bang and blow, Wood cursed in annoyance: "Swear, just for my half-crippled leg on a rainy day, I will also get Prabre off the stage."

Editor-in-chief Bob let go of his hand holding his elbow, held an umbrella with difficulty, reached into the windbreaker for the other hand, groped for a long time, took out a thick tobacco and handed it over, and smiled and comforted: "I think the demonstrators in Nanke Prefecture will definitely not scold us, they love us very much."

Under the long stone steps of the Parliament Mountain, frozen rain floated in late autumn, falling on the black umbrella and making a crackling sound. Angry people threw paper balls on the umbrella or on the body, making a crackling sound. In such a miserable environment, the two reporters hunched over and began to taste the high-end crude tobacco airlifted from Hazhou with great pleasure. The dark blue smoke and fragrance gradually spread.

The black umbrella was suddenly lifted up, and Bob and Wood, who were interrupted, frowned and looked at the officials in black work clothes in front of them, and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Introduce yourself." The leading official wiped off the water droplets from the hair on his forehead and said slowly: "The federal government's joint investigation department, inspector Chen Yijiang, please come back with us for investigation."

Editor-in-chief Bob looked at the dull man, looked at the rain marks on his glasses, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "What is the reason?"

Chen Yijiang was slightly stunned, took out the documents from his pocket, and slowly recited: "Your reports are advocating for the Empire, destroying the federal preparations for war, and are suspected of treason."

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The silent march has lasted for nearly half a year. The protesters who opposed the federal government and asked President Pablo to resign and were investigated gradually grew in various federal districts like weeds.

Due to the military control of the capital airport, 3,000 marchers from the four states around the mountains chose to hike from the port to the capital. The crowd walked slowly and silently along the famous high-speed rail line. They gathered when they encountered towns, held concerts when they encountered mountains and fields, clamored when they met police, and whistled when they met beautiful opposite sex.

On the road, there will be lost people. This silent march seems absurd and relaxed, but in fact it is extremely organized. It even requires the participating people not to leave any garbage behind them.

The awkward combination of grand carnival and rigorous political demands made many people choose to leave. However, along the way, there were many young people who were dissatisfied with the current situation of the federal state, or who simply wanted to add a ridiculous color to their life experience. The number of people did not decrease, but instead became more and more like snowballs.
Chapter completed!