In the projection of the screen wall, Windsor Belo was sitting proudly in front of Alan. She even raised her chin with a sense of condescension. Her attitude was arrogant and domineering, as if she did not even pay attention to the President. In the picture, Marshal Greed was using a fingernail to trim his fingernails. Hearing this, he tilted his head slightly and said with a knowing tone, "Oh, what do you need to explain, Your Excellency President?"
'"Explain why your aide, General Mirren, was involved in a prison rescue in the Iron Hell! Windsor Belo Marshal, I want you to note that this incident is extrely horrible. If it gets out, the image of the Federation Army will be greatly affected. Especially Sirius, your reputation will plumt!" Alan slapped the table and said angrily.
Windsor Belo smiled expressionlessly and said, "Your Excellency, is there a misunderstanding? My aide stayed by my side during the incident in Iron Prison. How could he be involved in the jailbreak? This joke is not funny at all."
"Do you think I'm joking with you? Marshal, please look at this. If General Millen hasn't left Sirius, who can testify?"
"." Windsor Belo said casually, "Otherwise, hundreds of thousands of Sirius soldiers can testify."
Alan had already predicted that Windsor Belo would not admit her debt, but he did not expect her to be so rogue. However, he knew that Greed's prestige in Sirius was extrely high. As long as she spoke, all the officers and soldiers of Sirius would most likely accompany her to open their eyes and tell lies. He snorted and nodded, "Alright, let's pretend General Millen hasn't left Sirius. Now, I have a few things to verify with General Millen. Please call him out."
"Aiya, if you're looking for Mirren, then you have to tell earlier." Windsor Belo said with a surprised expression, but her performance was so bad that even the child could tell that she was pretending. She continued as if she did not know herself. "Unfortunately, I just sent Mirren on a confidential mission. He is not by my side right now."
"What secret mission?"
"I won't be able to explain it here for a while. If you need it, Mr. President, I'll have soone send you a detailed report."
Alan knew with his butt that there was no secret mission, and the so-called report was just a random invention by Windsor Belo. However, he still wanted Greed to send the report over. Perhaps he could find a clue or two to counterattack inside. '"Windsor Belo Marshal, I have reason to believe that the Iron Hell incident has sothing to do with your student, Alan Beskard. As his teacher, I hope you can find Alan and get him to stand up for federal investigation. This should be easy for you, right?"
Windsor Belo put down the setback in her hand and leaned forward with a charming smile. "I'm sorry, Mr. President. I'd love to help," she said. "But as you know, the interstellar line has been battling for years. How can I leave the front line without permission at a ti like this? Of course, if Congress approves it, I'd be happy to help."
Congress certainly wouldn't allow a federal Marshal to suddenly leave the interstellar line, and no one could guarantee that Windsor Belo would be able to find Alan in a short period of ti, so Alan knew from the start that this was impossible. But he still had to do so, because he had to present Windsor Belo's attitude and position in front of the Old Party, so as to prepare himself for leaning towards the Old Party and fighting for political capital.
As he had expected, Windsor Belo rejected the conversation with a tough attitude, but it was precisely in Alan's interest. Of course, he had to act very angry on the surface, and finally ended the conversation with the arrogant woman on the other side of the screen. After the conversation ended, the anger on Alan's face disappeared completely, and then a smile appeared on his face. He had already backed up the contents of the conversation just now. Next, he wanted to see a few people from the old party so that he could proceed with his next plan.
However, there were still so things that stuck in his throat.
First of all, Alan still had no news. Before the Iron Prison explosion that night, there was information indicating that Alan and the intruders had left early. Therefore, Alan was very sure that Alan was not involved in the explosion. However, there was still no news of him, and the surveillance of Beskard could not get any more information. However, Alan believed that Alan was still on Earth because he had ordered the Rainbow Bridge Space Station to temporarily close all applications to Heavenly Star. Once an application appeared to open a warp path to Heavenly Star, he had to contact him imdiately.
Secondly, apart from Alan, the stranger who killed Old Horn also made Alan mind very much. It could be said that the night of the Iron Prison accident was constantly changing. Horn's unexpected strength, Alan's self-restoration of freedom, and that mysterious expert made Alan feel that things were out of his control for the first ti. Not only did he have to search Alan's whereabouts, he also had to trace the identity of the expert. Even if he had died in the big explosion, Alan still needed to find out if the other party had accomplices to prevent such an accident from happening again.
At this mont, a hurried knock on the door broke his silence. He didn't even have ti to allow the people outside to enter, so the door was pushed open, and then the director of the Military Intelligence Agency, Goffin, trotted in angrily. Seeing him like this, Alan imdiately forgot to reproach him. Instead, he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Mr. President, sothing has happened. Sothing big has happened. I don't know what happened. There are so leaks from the Iron Prison. They are now spreading like wildfire on the Internet in Babylon and on the surface." Goffin said anxiously, pushing the president aside without any courtesy and knocking on the light keys on his desk. A window appeared in the projection wall, and there was a video inside.
"You have no right to do this! I have done so much for the Federation. On the Nether Realm, I discovered the civilization origin of the Saber Demon! On the Interstellar Battlefield, I prevented the outsiders from plotting to fra the Federation! After all I've done, is this the reward the Federation has given ?"
In the video, Alan could clearly see Alan's angry roar, and next to him was Fendi's figure. Fendi even turned her head and sneered in the direction of the cara. Then, she made a gesture and a staff mber stepped forward to collect Alan's blood samples.
The video was apparently edited, with many fragnts edited together. In just ten minutes, he had revealed all the inhumane experints that Fendi had carried out on Allen. More importantly, the president was ntioned many tis, and Fendi confird that the experints were authorized by Mobius.
Alan's expression was extrely bad. He knew exactly what this video ant. He grabbed Goffin by the collar and said, "No matter what thod you use, delete this information on the Internet imdiately. Also, I need to clarify this matter at a press conference. By the way, find the source of the information and do it quickly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an assistant timidly walked in from outside the office and hesitated, "Mr. President, Mr. Donald of the Grant family, and Mr. Wigg of the Smith family have called through their representatives to request an imdiate eting with you "
Alan's body trembled and he sat back in his chair. He rubbed his forehead with his hand, frowned and closed his eyes. This was what he was most worried about. It seed that the video had already been seen by the nobles of the wealthy families, and everything that happened in the video had already stepped on the bottom line that the nobles could tolerate. Alan was silent for half a minute before he raised his head and said to Garfield, "Contact Marshal Kaplan for . I'm afraid we'll have to prepare for a conflict with the nobles."
Geffen's expression imdiately turned ugly. The Federation and the nobles had been together for four hundred years. Could it be that it was finally ti for them to split up? Geffen couldn't imagine what kind of scene that would be. It could probably be described as a landslide, right?
The video of Allen doing a series of experints went viral on the Internet. In just a few hours, the number of reprints had reached an astonishing number, and the number was still rising. In a van, Diego was also watching the video. Although he didn't have a good impression of Alan, it was more appropriate to see what Fendi had done to him, not as an experint, but as torture. He frowned and shook his head, "Unlucky brat."
"You humans really love to tear down your own arenas. This video will completely collapse your interior, right?"
"Then it will collapse. Anyway, the fellows in the Federation are not good things." Diego shrugged his shoulders and looked into the depths of the carriage. In the dark shadows sat a man who was covered in infusion catheters and had four or five instrunts monitoring his vital signs. Diego looked at him and asked, "Lord Stark, how are you?"
"Very bad. The injury this ti is even worse than Tangerio's." Stark looked at his empty left sleeve and recalled the scene in the iron prison. At that ti, when Fendi, who was on the verge of madness, was imprisoning Horn, he took the opportunity to give the old man a fatal blow. However, Horn's first counterattack, as well as the fact that he knew that life and death were hopeless, and that he had resolutely burned all of his Origin Energy to trigger that devastating explosion, had caused Stark a terrible trauma.
When Stark knew that he couldn't escape from the core of the explosion, he wrapped his spatial ribbons around himself to absorb the heat and damage from the explosion. In the end, he managed to survive the explosion, but he lost an arm and was seriously injured to death. Stark had been struggling with life and death almost every day for the past week, and it wasn't until today that the situation stabilized. However, with his physique, it would not be a short period of ti before he recovered.
This would be the weakest ti of his life.
Stark sighed, "You humans are truly a wonderful race. You have only been in contact with the Origin Energy System for a few hundred years, but there are already such experts among you." You have to know, for other cosmic civilizations, hundreds of years is only a blink of an eye. "No wonder a young race like you can gain a foothold in high-level warfare."
Diego spread out his hands and said, "So, what are your plans next?"
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