Blackstone Code

Everything has two sides.

For example, a group of people on the street waved their arms and cheered the decision of the Presidential Palace, thinking that this was the most glorious moment in the history of the federation.

There are also some people sitting in the room looking at the clear sky outside the house with their eyebrows lowered and worried. They feel that this is not a good thing. What if this action triggers a new round of war that will destroy the world.

Some people like it, and some people don't like it. This is normal.

If everyone likes it, someone must be pretending to.

The press conference of the Federal Department of International Affairs was held on time. Regardless of whether people like Minister Trueman and his international policies, everyone came here and wanted to hear what he had to say.

There was no long table at the press conference, just a projection board and a podium, with Secretary Trueman standing on the podium.

He was looking at some materials and manuscripts. When his assistant told him that the time had come, he packed up the materials and looked at the press conference.

It was crowded with people. In the front were reporters with notebooks and pens in their hands. Among them were some unreported diplomats, commonly known as spies. Behind them were rows of cameras and video recorders.

Since the federal status in the international community has been continuously improving, every press conference at the federal level has been crowded with people. Every country wants to get first-hand information and find out whether the news is valuable to itself or not. valuable, even harmful.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am very glad that everyone can come to the reasonable place. I will give a unified answer to some of the current discussions and opinions in society today."

"I know some people think our measures are too tough, but I want you to understand that the federal people never take the lead in using force unless our interests are harmed."

"It was like this before, and it will be like this in the future!"

Someone raised his hand to ask a question, but Mr. Trueman refused, "Put your hand down, ma'am, it's not time to ask a question yet."

"But I know what you're going to ask, and that's why I'm holding this press conference." He said, making a gesture to the assistant beside him.

Soon the light in the room dimmed, and then the projector started working.

Some slightly distorted photos were projected on the projection board together with the information of the people in the photos. The records on these people were very detailed, including their local nicknames in Scotland and what influential things they had done. Everything is written on it.

When the last person's photo was projected, some ladies in the front row exclaimed quietly.

He was a fat man, but definitely not bloated, but muscular.

At 1.8 meters, he was considered to be above average height even in the Federation. In addition, he looked to be at least 300 pounds, with various scars all over his body and a ferocious expression on his face.

Even if it's just a slightly distorted picture projected by a projector, it can still make people feel the vicious aura rushing towards them.

"Okay, let's light up this place..."

Then the brightness of the light slowly increased, but the photos on the projection board did not disappear, but became shallower and not as solid as before.

"The people I show you are the murderers who caused the Mike massacre. They killed law-abiding citizens of the Federation and took away his property."

"The inaction of the local government has led to this moment..." Mr. Trueman's expression became extremely serious, and he vigorously poked the podium in front of him with his finger.

The sound of banging echoed in the room. It didn't sound like poking out with human fingers, but more like hitting with a hammer.

The voice is full of angry power!

"... Until this moment, the central government of Scotland has been deceiving us. The photos he gave us to prove that they did nothing are themselves false."

"They were just trying to deal with us. In other words, from the very beginning, the motive for killing Mike, a law-abiding federal businessman, was not simply to steal money."

"Perhaps this is a despicable and despicable method used by the Central Government of Scotland to expel federal merchants from their legal trade practices!"

There was a loud bang and the entire press conference exploded. The reporters raised their hands and loudly asked questions in their hearts, unable to maintain even the most basic order.

Because the news that Minister Trueman gave them was so shocking, if the Sugar government really did this, it would mean that they were really playing tricks on the federal government.

Even Gaevra now has to negotiate with the Federation to resolve some issues. How can a small, backward and inferior country dare to play tricks on the Federation, and even make small moves to force the Federation to give up its tough attitude.

Do they... really think that the Federation dare not go to war?

"Minister Trueman, where did you get this information..."

"Minister Trueman, does the Federation have any plans to use force next..."

"..."

…

Mr. Trueman raised his hands and said, "Quiet, quiet, I can't hear what you said." After he said these words, people did not quiet down. He just closed his mouth and said nothing.

He is not one of those "soft" politicians who has to take care of his image in front of the media.

Mr. Trueman, a former soldier of the times, may compromise, but the scale of compromise will never cross his bottom line.

He just watched like this, and after more than a minute, people realized that they had to abide by the rules here, and they had to quiet down.

"I heard some questions just now. Let me briefly answer the questions I heard."

"First, where did these messages come from?"

"There is not just one federal businessman in Suger. In addition to the federal businessmen, there are many gold diggers. These people already have some connections in the local area. They have ways to get information that you can't get."

“We have verified through many parties and finally confirmed that these people are the real perpetrators of the Mike murder, but they were hidden by the local government and the central government of Scotland, so we have to suspect that the whole thing may have been instructed by the central government of Scotland. ongoing……"

The reporters below all went crazy. There was only rustling sounds throughout the press conference. The spotlights flashed crazily and the cameras kept working.

There is only one focus for everyone, and that is "Minister Trueman" and what he said.

"Second, we are currently unable to determine the attitude of the central government of Scotland. We have issued a formal letter of diplomatic representation. If our two sides cannot reach an agreement on some issues..."

He licked his lips, and the room suddenly became quiet again. Everyone realized something. At this moment, they stopped what they were doing and looked at Minister Trueman.

This may become an indispensable page in the history of the Federation.

Under the spotlight, Minister Trueman said with a solemn face: "...We may be the first to use force to resolve our differences and disputes and demand a fair and just result for those federal citizens who have been harmed!"

People were excited again, and federal reporters went crazy. In the past few years, no federal leader had ever spoken such words to boost morale.

They could predict that the entire federation would be boiling tomorrow morning!

The foreign media and some diplomats who had hidden treasures felt a chill. The heating in the room was turned on fully, but a severe chill was still eroding their bodies.

A giant beast begins to try to show its claws. How terrifying this is!

Although people had many things they wanted to ask, they remembered Minister Trueman's rules. Although they were very excited, they could still maintain order and just raise their hands instead of speaking while raising their hands.

This scene has actually been shown to the people of the entire Federation in a short period of time through live broadcast and rebroadcast.

Among the many viewers who watch these TV programs, there is a special person.

He looks to be in his fifties, with a tall and straight posture. When he sits on the sofa, it gives people the illusion of sitting on a hard chair.

Both the cuffs and the collar are in the most appropriate position.

Even the hair is where it should be.

There was a smile on his face, as if he had seen something very worthy of his joy.

There are many young people around him. These young people are very excited. It is difficult for them to be as calm as the old people.

At this time, the phone beside the sofa table rang suddenly. The old man turned his head and looked at the phone. The young people in the room got up one after another, walked out of the door on their own initiative, and closed the door.

As if he was used to it, the old man moved to the side, turned down the sound of the TV①, and then picked up the phone, "It's me..."

"Your Excellency Lieutenant General,...the Admiral hopes to meet with you."

"Tell him that it is not suitable for me to leave this house for the time being. If he wants to come to see me, let him come by himself or wait until my 'sentence' is over."

Yes, he was serving a ten-year sentence by a court-martial because he refused to obey orders from the Ministry of Defense to sink all the warships that Gevra had surrendered.

Taking into account his identity and age, the court agreed that he should serve his sentence under supervised release.

In fact, for him, it doesn't matter not to mention ten years, but a hundred years. When he really needs him, he can be released anytime and anywhere by simply giving him a parole or commuting his sentence.

We did this just for foreigners to see. Look, we tried the disobedient naval commander and put him in jail...

However, both the Ministry of National Defense and the Navy have made arrangements for the lieutenant general. As long as he leaves this house, he will be promoted to a federal admiral immediately!

He hung up the phone as he would a neighbor, not caring that the caller was the Confederate admiral's liaison officer.

He turned the sound back on, looked at Trueman, smiled from the inside out, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The Federation finally stood up.

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