Adele slept ruthlessly in the back seat of a car with a sniper rifle in her arms, and the bed, of course, was not comfortable, so she could hardly sleep all night. Adele was the first to react when the garage door was knocked. Her petite body bounced up in the narrow carriage with incredible agility, followed by an astonishing degree of softness. Her legs stretched out horizontally against the door, her upper body stood upright, and she roared fiercely on the front seat, facing the door straight, a position that could be fired at any ti.
Edward walked towards the door. There was no rhythm to the knocks. Obviously, it was not the old man Gao Shanying outside. If it was the old man with the eagle as his code na, he would have sent out a unique signal. Edward gestured. Regis and Laura lay in ambush on the left and right of the door. Belmord was facing the front door. Misty flas kept coming out from beneath his feet, spreading out into the garage. Even the light was dimd by the mist.
"Miss Adele, and Young Master Regis. Are you in there? Open the door, please. I'm Marshal Mirren, Marshal Greed's adjutant." A gentle man's voice sounded from outside the door. "Miss Adele, and Young Master Regis."
Stunned, Adele pushed open the door and walked out, looking at Regis. The latter nodded, and Adele took a deep breath and said, "Open the door. If he has any ill intentions, a door will not stop the Federation General."
Edward opened the door. There was indeed a man standing outside. He was dressed casually, and a pair of glasses on his nose blurred the outline of his eyebrows, but the gentle eyes behind them could be seen through the lenses. He nodded and went into the garage. "Fortunately, I ca in ti "
"You're here to help, aren't you?" Asked Adele.
Mirren spread out her hands and said, "This is the task that Windsor Belo Marshal gave . Everyone, I'm here for Young Master Alan, just like you." The situation is very bad. Before I return to Earth, I asked the Red Wolf to gather relevant information. It just so happens that we've intercepted the information that you guys are looking for Alpine Eagle to help you sneak back to Babylon, so that I can find you here in ti. "Listen to . The Babylonians are loose and tight. The spies of the Federal Intelligence Service are keeping a close eye on their landing ports. Officials and illegal. Everything is under their surveillance."
"I can guarantee that when you arrive in Babylon, you will be welcod by the soldiers of the Iron Fist Legion."
Adele frowned, "Not even you?"
"There's a way, but you don't have to sneak back to Babylon, because Alan isn't on the island at the mont." Mirren raised her glasses with her hand. "The President has done an excellent job of keeping Allen's information confidential. He can't get any information from the outside world," she said. However, they have overlooked one point. Our Red Wolf is quite skilled in cyber intrusion. Of course, this is because of Marshal's hobby, so the Red Wolf gradually tends to develop this kind of technology. But no matter what, this ti it can be considered as a great help "
"The Red Wolf found a video in the Federation's internal database, located in a secret port in the Federation, in which we saw what happened when Alan arrived in Babylon. We have confird that Allen was taken over by General Fendi of the Iron Fist Legion after returning to Babylon and taken to the federal prison on Earth Iron Prison!
"Federal prison?" Edward narrowed his eyes and said, "Alan is not a prisoner!"
"Yes, I think so. And there are signs that President Morbit himself is breaking federal law and trying to dig out so secrets from Alan. Otherwise, there's no need to hide them from the outside world and bring Alan to the Iron Hell."
Adele took a step forward and said, "General Mirren, can you give the video you found?"
"Miss Adele, what do you an?"
"If this video is made public, we can unite all the nobles to put pressure on Mobius. He must let Allen go. Even if Allen commits any cri, he must be given a chance to be tried in public, instead of being sent to the Iron Prison in secret as he is now!" Anger was evident in Adele's eyes.
"That's why I can't give you the information, Miss Adele," sighed Mirren.
"Why?"
"I can understand your feelings, and I know that once this information is made public, President Morbit will have to release Alan. But have you ever thought about it? The relationship between the Federation and the nobles is already tense. If this video were to be made public at this ti, it would probably cause the internal division of our Earth Federation. This is much worse than the impact of the Gate of Freedom. And I believe that this is just Mobius' personal behavior. Miss, are you going to tear the entire Federation apart because of Mobius alone? "There are a lot of people who don't know about this. They shouldn't have to shoulder the consequences for Mobius alone. What do you think?"
"Another big picture." '"I've had enough of your man's so-called big picture!" Said Adele angrily. "Alan didn't do anything wrong, why should he take all this? There's a way to save him quickly, but it's useless because of so bullshit big picture!"
Mirren looked helpless.
Edward tugged at Adele and said, "Calm down, miss. General Millen was right. Compared to Adahua Planet and other advanced civilizations, Earth was only just beginning. It was still young and needed ti to grow. Now that the federation was divided, it would do no good to anyone. I believe that since General Millen has co to find us on his own initiative, he should have a plan to rescue Allen without affecting the division of the Federation. Is that so, General Millen? "
"There is a rescue plan, but I don't have enough people on my side, so I need your help."
Adele pushed Edward away and said to Mirren in a low voice, "Then hurry up and leave. Every minute we delay, Allen's danger increases by a point!"
"Follow ." '"I've already inford Alpine Eagle that he will stop all activities related to your sneak back to Babylon," Mirren said as he crawled out of the garage. "And for the rest of the plan, you don't have any identities. Even if you die in battle, it's just a surface rcenary. The Sirius Legion won't take any responsibility for it. Do you understand?"
Edward looked at the crowd and said on their behalf, "We understand."
The sun gradually rose.
At nine o'clock, more than eighty percent of Babylon's floating island space enjoyed the brilliant sunshine. Horn sat in his private car, the sun shining through the window, pulling out a black shadow from the seat beside him. Half an hour later, he arrived at the clan's Demon Martial Developnt Base. All of this was faithfully recorded by the ubiquitous road surveillance systems in the Federation. So of his eyes were watching Horn's whereabouts closely through this system.
A mont later, a truck left the base. According to federal records, this truck would deliver research supplies to the base on ti every morning. Its travel ti and route were the sa almost every day. Today was no exception. The truck followed the usual route, and the road monitoring system tracked its whereabouts. Everything was normal. After the truck entered a tunnel, the surveillance screen that tracked the truck flashed, and for about two seconds there was no screen at all. Due to the special environnt of the tunnel, the signal transmission of the surveillance system will always have bad reception, and the people who are responsible for observing these scenes have beco accustod to it. However, they didn't know that today was a bit special. In the two seconds that the surveillance system had lost the image, the truck carriage in the tunnel opened up. A flying car got out from inside and left in the opposite direction.
Horn was in the flying car, along with Alstair. Looking at the signal jamr in the fat minister's hand, Horn smiled and said, "Since when does it take so much trouble for us to see each other?"
"It's different now, old friend." Alstair shifted his body and sat in a more comfortable position.
"It's too wasteful of you not to be a spy." Horn joked. After arriving at the base, he switched to a truck, and then left in a speeding car in the tunnel. It was all arranged by the fat minister in front of him. Horn was curious as to why he was so cautious.
Alstair rolled his eyes. "Please forgive . If it weren't for the importance of the matter, I wouldn't have been in such trouble. Now let's get down to business, old friend. I wish I didn't have to tell you the news myself."
Horn understood the unusual aning of the minister's tone. He sat up straight and asked in a deep voice, "What exactly happened?"
"Alan is back."
No matter how rich Ren Horn's imagination was, he had never expected Alstair to say such a seemingly ordinary piece of news. However, if this news was related to the minister's cautious actions, it would be unusual. Horn had a bad premonition, but he still asked calmly, "Did sothing happen to him?"
"Yes." Alstair smiled bitterly and nodded, "He told President Mobit to secretly recall the prison that he brought General Fendi to the surface. There is no news yet."
"Secret recall? Iron Prison?" "When did the Federation begin to monitor our Bescot communications network?" Horn said in a low voice.
This was obvious. Had the network not been monitored, Horn believed that Allen would have sent back the relevant information in advance, rather than waiting until now for Alstair to tell him. The fat minister sighed, "It's not like the Federation has been monitoring the big families. It's just that His Excellency the President has interfered too much this ti, which makes you look like a blind man who doesn't know anything about Allen's situation."
"Very well, then why did he arrest Alan?"
"I'm not sure about that either. All I know is that Mr. President seems to want to dig out so secrets from Alan." Alstair grabbed Horn's hand and said, "If you trust , don't ask my source." All in all, Mobbit had given Fendi the authority to do whatever they thought was necessary on Alan, except not to harm him. When I heard the news, I was furious. Mr. President, this is a defiance of the law. But you also know that this matter has a complicated relationship, and its impact is far-reaching. So I hope you will consider it carefully before taking any action. "
Horn looked out of the window and said in a low voice, "I know. Thank you for all you've done, Alstair."
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