In the late autumn of the 75th year of the constitutional calendar, the cold wind gradually rose in the capital area, and although the first snow was not ushered in for a long time, the low temperature outside had begun to apply frost on the glass windows of the building.
The slightest sound of electricity starting, and the automatic heating device below was activated, and it only took a few seconds for the glass window like a woman wearing a mask to become clear.
The flat evergreen meadows and dead leaves rolling in the autumn breeze create a sense of life's tenacity and decay, slowly seeping into the mansion through the dark and calm face on the glass.
President Pabur looked at the scenery outside the window in silence, and suddenly said: "Where has the parade gone?"
"Just entered the territory of Southern Science and Technology."
Mr.
Brin, director of the office of the president's official residence, glanced at the electronic notepad in his hand and replied calmly: "The officials sent to the headquarters of the three major industrial trade unions of S2 have been working for nearly a week, and according to their judgment, nearly sixty percent of the ordinary workers still firmly support you, but most of the leaders of the three major trade unions have been bought by Mo Chou Houshan. ” "This is the personal behavior of Councilor Tai Zhiyuan, don't connect it with Mochou Houshan."
President Pabul turned around slowly, leaned on the windowsill with his body extremely relaxed, and said calmly: "The refusal to inherit the crystal mine consortium is naturally the largest bribery operation in the history of the Federation, but what will that lady think of the foundation of the Qianshi Tai family, it will disappear like this, even if Mo Houshan is re-elected as president for ten consecutive terms, I am afraid that I will not be able to recover the loss." ” Director Brin smiled slightly, stood respectfully behind Mr.
President, and handed over the electronic notepad in his hand.
What would Mrs.
Tai think about the people who are qualified to discuss matters in the Oval Office of the President's Residence, as early as a few months ago, through the most reliable channel, the news that Mrs.
Tai smashed the entire kitchen in a fit of rage that night, can make this lady who is accustomed to seeing the picturesque scenery become so out of shape, you can imagine how Tai Zhiyuan's decision has dealt a heavy blow to her.
"The ambush battle in the Strait of the Ink Flower Planet has achieved the greatest victory, even if Shaoqing is not on the front line, the gift he left for Her Royal Highness the princess still plays a role, it is really a rare talent."
A steady voice sounded in the corner of the oval office, and it turned out that General Lee Jae-do had been sitting silently in the shadows, never speaking.
"When will Shaoqing come back?"
President Pabul asked, picking up the coffee on the table and looking at his old companion.
"The fleet has completed the space jump, and there are three weeks left at most."
Lee Jae-do replied.
President Pabur took a thoughtful sip of black coffee, his dark brows furrowed slightly, and then gradually relaxed, he was not worried about the big march called the Silent March, he had enough experience and response to the civil rights movement.
In the parliamentary elections two years ago, candidates from the Pabul faction won multiple seats, and now the bills are being passed one by one according to the design of the year, and as long as Du Shaoqing returns to the capital star circle with the great military power, those bills and regulations will be passed faster, and more importantly, they will bring him more glory and prestige.
The noose around the necks of the seven families has become tighter and tighter, all the movements in the back mountain are in sight, all the situation is under control, President Pabur turned to look out the window at the late autumn slaughter, a hint of indifference appeared on his dark face, knowing that he only needs to wait for a suitable time to pass the law on the re-election of the president in wartime, and be president for another five years, then he will definitely be able to advance the cause in the tavern to the end.
But why did I always feel that some shadows could not be dissipated in my heart, President Pabur frowned slightly, put down his coffee cup a little unpleasantly, and then heard a soft sound on the table.
Picking up the electronic notepad and looking at the latest news reports launched on it, the expression on his face became heavier and heavier, and his dark complexion gradually became dull, until finally it turned into a cloud of lead that seemed to be dripping, making people dare not look directly.
With a snap, Pabur slapped the table, stared at Director Brin and said angrily: "Have you read today's capital newspaper?"
The Capital District newspaper, which has a very high status in the hearts of the people of the Federation, was temporarily suspended three years ago because of a fire, and after the resumption of publication, the newspaper seems to have lost its keen observation and the most scarce objective position of journalists, and has become almost equal to those media outlets who are busy reporting on the front-line war all day long, but are reluctant to mention the internal affairs of the Federation.
It was not until a certain day in the late autumn of the 75th year of the constitutional calendar that the Capital Region newspaper used a special issue to announce its true resumption of publication to the entire federation, and the editor-in-chief Bob and reporter Wood, who had already won the Nebula Award twice, once again stood in front of the public and unfearlessly opened a corner of the dark curtain.
The headline of this special issue was sensational: "The Gravediggers of the Commonwealth."
Who is the gravedigger of the Federation, hidden in the dark history for thousands of years, and now the notorious Seven Gary Corridor is as ferocious as a beast, and the Imperial people who are sworn to destroy the Federation are still the infected rats who are completely wiped out by the Federal HTD Bureau No, the answer provided by the ICE newspaper to the whole federation was beyond everyone's expectations, and it shook everyone's nerves, because they believed that the gravediggers of the federation were none other than President Pabur, who still enjoyed great prestige, and the federal political axe under his leadership.
This special issue devotes four pages to help the people of the Federation go back to that time and space a few years ago, recalling the big explosion that has gradually been forgotten by people, the commander-in-chief of the Xilin Military Region Zhong Shouhu and his wife who died in the explosion, and thousands of federal officers and soldiers.
As the writer, Reporter Wood gave up his best sharp and ruthless pen style this time, and just calmly used twenty-three pictures, calm brushstrokes that seemed to have no emotion, boring but thrilling exposition of events, and the big relationship tree diagram on the front of the special issue, to tell all readers: Colonel Lake, a former colonel of the Xilin Military Region, provided the precise route map and time node of the Gu Zhong's return to the former colonel officer of the Iron Seventh Division of the Second Military Region, and Colonel Ximen Jin provided this information to the Imperial Ghost Fleet that was preparing for the first raid through an Imperial spy named He Youyou.
When the Imperial Ghost Fleet forcibly passed through the Gary Corridor space passage and entered the Federation Star Field, it traveled through 47 astronomical units, but it was not discovered by the Federation Fleet, because they obtained the data of the Gap Corridor between the Glory of the Charter of the Remote Star Field, and the data was collected and provided by Cui Judong, the current director of the Charter Bureau, and the intermediary was still Colonel Ximen Jin and the spy named He Youyou.
Immediately afterwards, the clear relationship tree diagram closely linked the names of Ximen Jin, He Youyou, and Cui Judong, and then the branches gradually unfolded, and the names of the two parliamentarians appeared, the name of the director of the main office of the president's official residence, the name of Mr.
Byron, the former vice president of the Federation, the name of General Lee Jae-do, chairman of the Joint Council of the Federal Staff and commander of the First Military Region, and the name of Du Shaoqing, the former commander-in-chief of the enemy of the Federation.
The special issue of the Capital Special Administrative Region, entitled "Who is the Federal Gravedigger", did not embellish or conceal the above-mentioned materials, did not use the title of a certain official or an officer, and did not use any vague speculations, but directly affirmed and nakedly named them At the top of the tree, at the top of the entire page, there was a black frame with no photographs or names, leaning on the three large lead characters of "Gravedigger."
But all the people of the Federation who saw this newspaper knew who it was.
On the back cover of this special issue, Bob, editor-in-chief of the Capital SAR newspaper, wrote: "I'm sure you, who read this special issue, can clearly read what I and Wood's reporters are thinking from the pictures and the evidence.
Yes, we formally accuse President Pabur and the political axe under his leadership, as well as the Trinity Association, which is said to have assembled the most highly intelligent elite in the Federation, to conspire to kill the bravest generals of the Federation by the hands of the Imperials. ” "Maybe no one believes this allegation, because when emotions are frustrated and trust is damaged, people tend to prefer to believe that such frustration and damage is a conspiracy, so I suggest you read our investigative report again rather than tear it to shreds in anger."
"The evidence is not forged, the source is not suspicious, the man who found the evidence is dead and has some very serious charges, but I and the Wood reporter believe him because he was the one who helped us to expose the Medellín Councillor for who he really is, and he used the death evidence to show how reliable the evidence is."
"The man who handed over the evidence has reminded us that it needs to be released at the right time, otherwise it will only disappear into the angry saliva of the people and the powerful suppression of the political axe.
Is now the best time No, now is not the best time. ” "The war between the Federation and the Empire is still going on, and the attention of the whole society is still stuck on the war-torn Ink Flower Planet, even if the demonstrations of the three major industrial unions in the four states around the mountains and mountains do not seem to stir up too many waves."
"But we can't wait any longer, because we've watched as the political axe uses the pretext of cracking down on the shady Seven, and passes various bills to seize powers that are not granted by law, and we see that fanatical Pabulism has blinded too many people and reverberated like blazing air in every building in the capital."
"With the help of the evil Patriotic Act, the various departments of the political axe have arbitrarily requisitioned resources and arrested people in defiance of the law.
What is even more frightening is that this political axe has become accustomed to relying on secret services and mental intimidation to defend its legal surname. ” "We really can't wait any longer, the longer we wait, the more depraved the Federation becomes, Mr.
Pabul has more than two years left in his term, do we have to wait two years for him to keep trying to get the Capitol Hill to pass the bill and complete an unprecedented third term, so will there be a fourth time then do we need to wait forever" "That's why we're publishing this investigative story, not because it's the best time, but because it's the last federal time."
To be continued: