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Chapter 0385

Anderson stood in the central ring of the communications room, which was connected to the earth via a super-light speed network. Human beings, as one of the parliamentarian races, the network of their embassy in the Citadel is a completely confidential dedicated line, not even the Citadel Council.

Embassies of other civilized races do not have such immunity.

"Congressman Anderson, hello..."

In the virtual projection opposite, several people wearing high-level Star Alliance uniforms sat side by side at a conference table - they were the Star Alliance Council.

The title "Congressman" made Anderson frown involuntarily. During the Battle of the Citadel, Shepard led the Sixth Fleet to control the Citadel and secured a Citadel Councilor seat for the Star Alliance. He was raped by Shepard.

By taking this position as a congressman, he gave up his position as Lieutenant General of the Star Alliance. Although his current status is higher, in comparison, he is still eager to return to the familiar military instead of sitting here.

In the embassy with bright and clean windows.

"I think... we should relax the conditions for recruiting Qi Feng as much as possible, especially regarding the issue of identity..." Anderson sorted out his thoughts, put aside his personal emotions, and said, "Qi Feng's ability and potential are all...

There is no doubt! In this special period, I think we should abandon some of the concepts of the past..."

Before Anderson could finish speaking, the other party interrupted him: "Special period? What do you mean? We have relaxed enough conditions for him..."

Anderson nodded: "Indeed... But, I have to tell you that Pan Asia has found Qi Feng... I'm worried..."

The deputy speaker sitting in the middle of the council smiled sarcastically and said: "'Pan Asia'? Haha... If they are really so interested in this mercenary of unknown origin, then just leave it to them. Anyway, they

I have no right to speak in the Citadel..."

Anderson frowned and said: "Then we will lose a ghost!"

The council exchanged a few words with each other, and the deputy speaker wrote lightly: "The first ghost is very important, but as for the second one..."

Someone on the side laughed and agreed: "...Gagarin was the first to reach space, and Armstrong was the first to set foot on the moon. Who remembers who was second?"

At that time, the Star Alliance desperately wanted to earn a place as a ghost, which could be said to be no matter the cost. However, at this moment, the Star Alliance now holds one of the four seats on the Citadel Council, and its desire for "ghosts" has long been gone.

Diluted.

"Indeed!" The deputy speaker nodded with satisfaction, and then said solemnly to Anderson: "In comparison, the issue of the first ghost is worthy of our attention!"

"Shepard?" Anderson had a bad feeling.

"Yes! Our Star Alliance's respected First Ghost, Commander of Heroes, Shepard, actually joined Cerberus! This is unacceptable!"

Anderson said anxiously: "No... it's not her fault. She almost died in the battle and was in a complete coma for two years... and was unconsciously transferred to the base by Cerberus..."

"We all know this!" Everyone on the Council said with frosty faces, "But after she woke up, she still reached cooperation with the Illusive Man, wore a Cerberus uniform, and even showed off in the Citadel!"

Anderson felt the chill from headquarters through the network that spanned half the galaxy. He tried his best to defend himself: "In fact, Shepard used Cerberus' resources and intelligence to make great contributions to both the Star Alliance and the Citadel.

...And, now I have completely drawn a clear line with Cerberus...I can guarantee Shepard's loyalty to the Star Alliance!"

The council was obviously not swayed by this rhetoric: "Really? As far as we know, she now has a senior member of Cerberus..."

Anderson immediately said: "Her adjutant Miranda has now completely separated from the Cerberus organization."

The member on the left side of the deputy speaker sneered: "Yes... but we just heard that another important member of her ship, highly recommended by Shepard, has just been in contact with Pan Asia..."

"I

"So, please urge Shepard to return to headquarters immediately to report on his duties... We need to carefully review all the conditions of our heroic commander..."

After a moment of anger passed, Anderson felt weak and sighed: "Now is an important preparation period for the fight against the Reapers. As the only commander who has defeated the Reapers, Shepard has many important positions in the Citadel.

Work……"

The deputy speaker shook his head: "This is just your excuse, Anderson. The two transformed Protheans know the information about the Reapers in more detail... Moreover, the Reapers are a huge force with hundreds of giant ships.

, Shepard is just a Marine Lieutenant Colonel, what role can she play?"

"But..." Anderson still wanted to struggle for the last time: "Shepard, as the ghost of the Citadel Council, theoretically, she does not need to return to the Star Alliance to 'report her duties'..."

Everyone in the council frowned, and the deputy speaker said solemnly: "What does an out-of-control ghost mean? Saren is an example... We just don't want Commander Shepard to go astray, so we choose such a gentle one."

Method... Anderson, are you questioning the authority of the Council?"

"Okay, I understand..." Anderson closed the communication in low spirits, returned to the office, sat at the desk and was stunned for a while, then took a long breath, opened the terminal, and began to write a resignation letter...

"When I return to the Star Alliance, I should be able to advance to at least half a level... I hope I can keep Shepard... ugh..."

The veteran no longer had the energy to think about Pan Asia and Qi Feng.

…

On the other side, the Pan-Asia Office in Citadel.

The wind musician was sitting on a lounge chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, crossing his legs, holding a large porcelain cup in his hand, taking a sip of the steaming green tea from time to time, shaking his head and humming an unknown piece of Peking Opera.

Next to him, two young men, a man and a woman, were sitting.

The young man refilled the wind instrument's teacup and said, "...Chief, are you really trusting that...Qi Feng...?"

The band musician asked with a smile: "What? Why are you worried?"

With a serious look on her face, the young woman opened her multi-purpose tool and pulled out a form: "Qi Feng, whose origin is unknown. His first public appearance was in Omega... He had connections with local societies and mercenary groups. He once

He entered and exited the office of Queen Elia, the ruler of Omega, many times and received support, and was later employed by Cerberus... and then quit due to various reasons..."

The wind musician took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "What do you want to say?"

"This Qi Feng is just a standard Omega mercenary... he has no faith, integrity, or loyalty at all. He has absolutely no..."

"Huh..." The wind musician spread his hands: "I don't expect to be able to dig him over. Who knows that those racists in Star Alliance are so stupid? I bet that if Qi Feng is blond and has a big nose,

It’s not our turn to intervene... As for his loyalty? I don’t expect him to do anything for Pan Asia... As long as Qi Feng joins us, this itself is the most important victory..."

"Is that so? Why? Ghost, we can dig up Shepard! She is the hero who saved the Citadel!" The young woman is obviously a fan of Sister Xue, "Our intelligence does not say that the Star Alliance is going to 'liquidate'

Her? I think we can definitely fight for it..."

The wind instrument put down the tea cup, smiled and shook his head: "Shepard is of course very good, but Qi Feng is Chinese..."

"Ahem!" The young woman was almost choked and rolled her eyes: "You were criticizing racism just now!"

Guan Yue said seriously: "Of course, we advocate the unity of the galactic nations."

"Then you still..."

Guan Yue said leisurely: "It's just that people who are not from my race must have different minds..."

Two young men: "..."

"But... we need to give him a ship and supplies..."

The wind instrument shook his head: "Compared with our harvest, this is nothing... After all, it can't be done. The horses have to run and the horses don't eat grass..."

"But what about the combat personnel aboard the ship? We are going to hand over our elite to a... Freelancer?"

The wind instrument pondered for a while: "Well...this is a problem..."