Blackstone Code Chapter 842: It will be great
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There are two sides to everything.
Like a group of people on the street waving their arms and cheering for the decision of the Presidential Palace, thinking that this is 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 and lowering their eyebrows. They feel that this is not a good thing. What if this action triggers a new round of war that destroys the world.
Some people like it, and some people don't. It's normal.
If everyone likes it, someone must be pretending to.
The press conference of the Federal Department of International Affairs was on time, and whether people liked or disliked Secretary Truman and his international policy, everyone was here to hear what he had to say.
There were no long tables at the press conference, just a projection panel and a podium on which Minister Truman stood.
He was looking at some materials and some manuscripts. When his assistant told him that the time had come, he packed up the materials and looked at the scene of the press conference.
It was crowded. In front were reporters with notebooks and pens in their hands. Among them were some unreported diplomats, commonly known as spies, and in the back were rows of cameras and video recorders.
Since the status of the Commonwealth in the international community has been continuously improved, every press conference at the federal government level has been crowded with people, and every country wants to get first-hand information and find that these news have a lot to do with itself. Value is still worthless, even harmful.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am very glad that everyone can come to the reasonable. I will give a unified answer to some discussions and opinions in the current society today."
"I know some people think our move is too tough, but I want you to understand that the Commonwealth never takes the lead in using force unless our interests are harmed."
"It used to be like this, and it will be like this in the future!"
A hand was raised to ask a question, but Mr. Trueman refused. "Put your hand down, ma'am, it's not time to ask."
"But I know what you're asking, 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 dims, and then the projector starts to work.
One after another distorted photos were projected on the projection board together with the information of the people on the photos. The records of these people are very detailed, even their local nicknames in Scotland, what did they do? Influential things are written on it.
Some of the ladies in the front row exclaimed in low voices when the last person's photo was projected.
That is a fat man, but definitely not bloated fat, but a strong fat man.
Even in the Commonwealth, he is 1.8 meters tall and above average height, plus he looks at least 300 pounds, with all kinds of scars all over his body, and a grim expression on his face.
Even if it's just a somewhat distorted picture projected by a projector, it can still make people feel the vicious aura that blows.
"Okay, let's light up here..."
Then the brightness of the light gradually increased, but the photos on the projection board did not disappear, but became shallower, not as solid as before.
"The people I'm showing you are the perpetrators of the Mike Massacre. They killed a law-abiding citizen of the Commonwealth and took his property."
"The local government's inaction has led to this moment...", Mr. Truman's expression became extraordinarily serious, his fingers poked hard at the podium in front of him.
A thumping sound echoes through the room, the sound is less like the sound of poking with a human finger, more like the sound of hitting with a hammer.
The voice is full of anger!
"...until this moment, the Scottish central government has been deceiving us. The photos he gave us to prove that they were not doing nothing was false in itself."
"They are just to perfunctory us, or from the beginning, the motive for killing the federal law-abiding businessman Mike is not simply to rob money."
"Perhaps, this is a despicable and contrived method by the central government of Scotland to expel the legitimate trade behavior of federal businessmen!"
With a loud bang, the entire press conference site exploded. The reporters raised their hands and asked out their doubts loudly, unable to maintain even the most basic order.
Because the news Minister Truman gave them was amazing, and if the Scottish government did it, it meant they were really playing tricks on the federal government.
Even Gevra has to negotiate with the Federation for some matters now. How could a small backward country that is not in the mainstream dare to play with the Federation, and even come up with a series of tricks to force the Federation to give up its tough attitude.
Did they... really think that the Federation would not dare to go to war?
"Minister Truman, where did you get this information from..."
"Minister Truman, has the Federation planned to use force in the future..."
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Mr. Truman raised his hands, "Be quiet, be quiet, I can't hear what you are saying." After he said these words, people did not quiet down, and he kept his mouth shut and said nothing.
He's not one of those "soft" politicians, and he has to take care of his image in front of the media.
Mr. Truman, a soldier of the era, may compromise, but the scale of compromise will never cross his bottom line.
He just watched, and after a minute or so, people realized they had to obey the rules here, and that's what had to be quiet.
"I heard some questions just now, so let me briefly answer the questions I heard."
"First, where did these messages come from."
"There is not only one federal businessman in Scotland. In addition to the federal merchants, there are many gold diggers. These people already have some connections in the local area, and they have a way to get the news that you can't get."
"We have verified through multiple parties and finally confirmed that these people are the real makers of Mike's murder, but they were hidden by the local government and the central government of Suger, so we have to suspect that the whole thing may be caused by Suger At the behest of the central government..."
The reporters below are all insane. The whole press conference was full of rustling voices, the spotlights were flashing frantically, and the cameras kept working all the time.
The focus of all is on "Minister Truman" and what he said.
"Secondly, we are currently unsure of the attitude of the central government of Scotland. We have issued a formal letter of diplomatic representation. If we cannot reach an agreement on some issues..."
He licked his lips, and the room became quiet again. Everyone realized what they were doing. At this moment, they stopped their work and stared at Minister Truman.
This may become an indispensable page in the history of the Federation.
Amid all the attention, Minister Truman said with a solemn expression: "...we may take the lead in using force to resolve our differences and disputes, and demand a fair and just result for the victims of the federal citizens!"
The people are boiling again, the Confederate reporters are going crazy, and no one has ever said such a morale boosting word from a Confederate leader in the past few years.
They could have a hunch that initially tomorrow morning, the entire Federation would be boiling!
Those foreign media and some diplomats who hide no treasures felt a chill. The heating in the room was fully turned on, but a severe chill was still eroding their bodies.
How terrifying a giant beast is trying to show its minions!
Although people have a lot of things they want to ask, they remember Minister Truman's rules. Although they are very excited, they can still maintain order. They just raise their hands, instead of raising their hands and speaking. .
In fact, this scene has been shown to the people of the whole Federation in a short period of time through live broadcast and broadcast.
Among the many viewers who watch these TV shows, there is a special person.
He appears to be in his fifties, with a very tall figure, and when sitting on the sofa, he gives the illusion of sitting on a hard chair.
Whether it is the cuffs or the neckline, the most appropriate position is maintained.
Even the hair, each strand is where it should be.
He had some smiles on his face, as if seeing 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 moment, the phone beside the sofa table rang suddenly, the old man turned his head to look at the phone, and the young people in the room got up one after another, took the initiative to walk out the door, and closed the door.
As if used to it, the old man moved to the side, turned off the sound of the TV①, and then picked up the phone, "It's me..."
"Your Excellency Lieutenant General, ... the Admiral would like to meet you."
"Tell him that I'm not suitable to leave this house for the time being, and that if he wants to come to see me, let him come by himself, or wait until my 'serving' is over."
Yes, he is serving a prison sentence for ten years by a military court for refusing to obey the orders of the Ministry of Defense to sink all the warships Gevra had surrendered.
Considering his identity and age ~IndoMTL.com~ so the court agreed that he would serve his sentence out of prison.
Actually, for him, let alone ten years, a hundred years doesn't matter. When he really needs him, he can be released anytime, anywhere by giving him a parole or commuting his sentence.
This is just for foreigners to see, lo and behold, we tried the disobedient naval commander and put him in jail...
However, the Ministry of Defense and the Navy have already made arrangements for this lieutenant general. As long as he leaves this house, he will be promoted to the rank of Federal Admiral immediately!
He hung up the phone, like he hung up a neighbor's phone, not caring that he was the liaison officer of the Commonwealth Admiral.
He turned his voice back on, looked at that fellow Truman, smiled from the inside out, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The Federation, finally stood up.
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