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Chapter 250: Portraits of the Capital Region on a Rainy Night


In the middle of the night, it rained in the S1 Capital Region, and the dripping rain clicked on the dark green leaves, knocking on everyone's windows and disturbing their dreams.

The coming summer was drenched by this rain, and the wet streets at night and the soft violin sound from the unknown buildings quietly exuded a fresh and peaceful smell.

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

The president's residence, the Xishan compound, and the top floor of the parliament hill were brightly lit, and the political axe officials and officers hurriedly walked around, making phone calls in all directions with low voices, and the shock and nervousness on their faces were extremely strong.

An hour ago, the FBI raised the homeland security alert to the highest level.

Federal officers and soldiers who were on leave in various localities received an urgent notice and quickly assembled at the stations of the four military districts.

Seventeen space military bases, including the Crescent Moon Base, entered a state of imminent war, and in the pitch-black universe, the fleets of the Federation advanced at high speed to the designated star field to deploy defenses.

The atmosphere of the Charter Bureau, which was at the end of the dead end on the outskirts of the capital SAR, also became extremely depressing at the moment, and the old director Tai rushed back from his home with a grim expression.

The general population of the Federation did not know what was going on, nor did they know that for these departments, this rainy night was not refreshing, it was a heavy and long suffering.

When that information was finally confirmed, the tense and oppressive atmosphere that pervaded the various departments suddenly turned into shock and anguish.

Lieutenant General Zhong Shouhu, commander of the Fourth Military Region of the Federation and commander-in-chief of the Xilin Front, was attacked and killed in the Evening Scorpion Nebula.

The light pierced through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential residence, illuminating the rain outside the building as clearly as a silver thread, and the Secret Service agents in black suits watched the movement around them with grim expressions like falcons, they only knew that something big had happened in the Federation, but they didn't know what it was.

The staff in the residence, no longer able to take coffee and relieve the fatigue of busy overtime work like those familiar nights, men and women laugh together, sometimes meet His Excellency the President, and even joke with him, they stay quietly and nervously in their respective offices, waiting for the work that is about to come.

On this rainy night, Mr.

President will not be in the mood to have coffee with everyone, and neither will they.

In the oval office, a loud expletiveness and the sound of heavy objects crashing were heard.

"Can anyone tell me what the fuck is going on here" Confirming that Zhong Shouhu had been killed, President Pabur could no longer maintain his usual demeanor, like a stabbed lion, angrily yelling at his subordinates in the room.

His swarthy face grew darker, his thick lips cursed without hesitation, and the buttons of his shirt had been unbuttoned three times, but they still couldn't cool his angry heart.

No one answered Mr.

President's angry questioning, because no one, including Mr.

President, could have predicted this tragedy, not even the slightest thought that the Imperial fleet might enter the territory of the Union and carry out a sneak attack.

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

The Federation's charter network should bear the greatest responsibility for this matter, but the big people here know that the Federation's resources can support the Charter Bureau to monitor human society in all aspects, but for Haohan's universe, the so-called charter brilliance that shrouds the universe has always had loopholes.

The most pressing question facing the Federalist at this moment was also the most direct cause of the fall of the Celestial Commander, why the Imperial fleet was able to pass through the space passage at the Evening Scorpion Nebula There was a dead silence in the Oval Office, and President Pabur frowned, pursed his thick lips, and thumped the table twice as hard as if to vent, then looked back at the oil painting on the wall, and fell silent.

"The question now is whether the Empire is going to attack."

Mr.

President regained a sense of calm, slowly buttoned up, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

"The troops are being assembled, and they can be assembled within forty-eight hours."

Admiral Myers, chairman of the Joint Council of Federal Staff, looked a little tired at this moment, and replied in a deep voice: "The satellite fleet of the space base has taken off and is heading for the Evening Scorpion Nebula and the Gary corridor. ” "How long will it be before the Second Fleet returns to its own zone" President Pabur asked softly without looking back, clasping his hands on his somewhat sore waist.

At this moment, I don't know if he will regret it in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that he transferred the main fleet of the Federation to the barren star field outside Xilin in order to completely annihilate the expeditionary fleet of the Imperials, then would it be possible for the Ancient Bell to escape this catastrophe Admiral Hong Yuliang, commander-in-chief of the Federation Fleet, appeared on the light curtain of the remote call, and the sadness and self-blame on the face of the female general who was nearly half a hundred years old swept by, and was immediately transformed into calm and perseverance by the strong military will: "Mr.

President, the Federation Fleet will strengthen its work in its own defense area after seventy-eight federal standard hours, and we are ready to meet the entire fleet of the Imperial People." ” She glanced down at the analysis report that the staff officer had just sent, and continued: "Based on the precious information sent back by Commander Zhong's deathbed order Gu Zhong and his own judgment, the Federation Fleet Staff Headquarters has come to the conclusion that the Imperial people have not fully mastered the method of torsion and hollow jumping, but only a limited control, they can only transport a batch of mid-level fleets at most at a time, and it may be because of the relationship of waiting for the space storm to subside, the interval between the transfers should be more than seven days. ” Hearing the military's analysis, the heaviest big stone in President Pabur's heart was slightly relaxed, and then asked in a serious tone: "This judgment will directly affect the next response decision of the political axe, and it is related to the security of the federation, are you sure?"

"Yes."

Admiral Hong Yuliang pondered for a moment and replied, "This is just an insidious sneak attack by the Imperials, not a precursor to a major attack. ” "I support the judgment of the fleet."

Admiral Miles added tiredly, "If the Imperials have been able to fully master the space passage technology, according to the Emperor's murderous and gambling surname, he will definitely dispatch all the fleets at once, and put this most precious first sneak attack opportunity on S1." ” There was silence again in the Oval Office, and President Pabul turned to look at the important cabinet members of the Federal Axe and said, "The first task of the Axe at the moment is to stabilize the situation in Silin. ” Xilin's tiger died, how would the brave and combative soldiers under him, as well as the ordinary Xilin people who loved and respected the Zhong family, react "I held a press conference in the early hours of the morning to announce this sad news to the people of the Federation, especially the people of Xilin."

Mr.

President took a deep breath, a trace of indomitable perseverance flashed on his dark face, his hands pressed on the desk, leaned forward slightly, and said in a solemn tone: "No matter how despicable the actions of the Imperial people are, they cannot disrupt the pace of the Federation, they cannot stop us, on the contrary, they will only inspire us." ” "I decree that within three years, the special fund of the president will be advanced for the construction and improvement of the forward base.

The Ministry of Defense must come up with a final plan within a month, and the production of the final assembly base and the supporting companies must be accelerated, and no one can delay this matter under any pretext, otherwise I will ask him to go to court-martial. ” President Pabur looked at the people in the Oval Office and said, "We have declared war on the Empire, so let the flames of war reach their land a little earlier." ” "I unconditionally support the instructions of His Excellency the President."

On the remote light curtain, Federal Vice President Byron took the lead in standing up to express his support, and said in a solemn tone: "Tomorrow I will convene an emergency meeting of the Federal Assembly to propose the passage of second-level military control." ” A black hoop chair, a ridiculous black round hat, wearing the top of the head of the old man of the Liyuan Palace.

This old man is a federal financial oligarchy in the true sense of the word, because there will always be only one leader or master in the federal financial community, and the object of their struggle will always be the president with the highest power in the federal government axe and the official residence.

As the head of the Seven Families with the cold smell of money and numbers flowing from every pore, the Liyuan Palace has rarely been moved by anything over the years, even on the day when the Federal Political Axe forcibly passed the gold fusion algorithm on Capitol Hill in order to attack the Li family, the wrinkles on his face were still like falling asleep.

Today, however, the wrinkles on his face began to accumulate like the loess washed by a river, accumulating complex and sentimental feelings.

Thinking of the phone calls with several other old friends before, the old man of Liyuan Palace said to himself with mixed emotions and sighed: "It's going to rain, the Federation is going to fight, no one can stop it, it's just a tiger, you left so suddenly, I'm afraid that such a big family business is just a trouble." ” Don't worry about the back mountain.

Mrs.

Tai stopped cutting the onion and took off the goggles.

Her mood today has been a little restless, and those eyes don't know if it's because of the onion or the news, and they are a little sentimental.

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"It has been confirmed, and the news is true."

The thin Tai Zhiyuan stood in the light rainy night breeze on the lakeside terrace, looked at his mother with a lonely expression, and said, "Please check this matter, I always feel that it is not so simple."

Also: Whoever the Federation chooses to take over the post of Tiger's front-line commander-in-chief, I will make a trip to Xilin. ” "I don't know if the second level of martial law can be passed by parliament."

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

The famous general of the Federation should feel happy, gloating, relieved, relieved, relieved or strongly unwilling to die in the fire of the Imperial fleet, but all these emotions did not appear in his heart, on the contrary, on the gloomy and cold face like an iceberg, some irrepressible complex emotions gradually emerged.

Du Shaoqing's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he was about to cry, but he didn't shed it in the end, and after a long silence, he opened the drawer next to him and took out a rare old-fashioned photo.

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

In the back row are three young officers, standing in the middle of the Zhong Slender Tiger with a slightly chubby face and full of youth, Tian Fatzi is still a thin bamboo pole, happily pestle on one side, and the cold self is a little bored on the other side.

Du Shaoqing looked at the photo attentively, remembering a lot of past events, and his fingers slid lightly on the photo, sliding over the girl's face, as if he was gently caressing her who had disappeared into the universe.

Then an irrepressible anger flashed in his cold eyes.

To be continued: