blackstone code

Chapter 842 Will Be Great
Everything has two sides.

For example, a group of people on the street waved their arms and cheered for 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 low eyebrows and worrying. They think this is not a good thing, what if this action triggers a new round of war to destroy the world.

Some people like it, some people don't like it, that's normal.

If everyone likes it, someone must be faking it.

The press conference of the Federal Department of International Affairs was held on time. Regardless of whether people like or dislike Minister Truman 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, only a projection board and a podium, and Minister Truman stood on the podium.

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 towards the scene of the press conference.

It was crowded with people. In 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 status of the Federation in the international community has been continuously improved, every press conference at the federal government level will be crowded with people. Every country wants to get first-hand information and find out whether the news is valuable or not. value, even harmful.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am very glad that you are able to come here. I will give a unified answer to some discussions and opinions in the current society today."

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

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

A hand was raised to ask a question, but Mr. Truman refused. "Hands down, ma'am, it's not time to ask."

"But I know what you're going to ask, and that's why I called this press conference." He said and gestured to the assistant on the side.

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

Some distorted photos were projected onto the projection board together with the information of the people in the photos. The records of these people were very detailed, including their local nicknames in Scotland and what influential things they did. Things are written on it.

When the photo of the last person was projected, some of the ladies in the front row gasped in low voices.

It was a man with a fat body, but definitely not bloated fat, but a strong and fat man.

The height of 1.8 meters can be regarded as above-average height even in the Federation, and he looks like he weighs at least [-] pounds, with various scars all over his body and a grim expression on his face.

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

"Okay, let's light up here..."

Afterwards, the brightness of the light gradually increased, but the photos on the projection board did not disappear, but became a little thinner, not as solid as before.

"These people I showed you are the murderers who made the Mike tragedy. They killed the law-abiding citizens of the Federation and took his property."

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

The sound of bang bang echoed in the room, and the sound didn't sound like poking 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 lying to us. The photos he gave us to prove that they didn't do nothing are themselves false."

"They were just trying to perfuse us, or in other words, from the very beginning, the motive for killing Mike, a federal law-abiding businessman, was not simply to rob money."

"Perhaps, this is a despicable means by the central government of Scotland to expel the legal trade activities of federal merchants!"

There was a bang, and the entire press conference exploded. The reporters raised their hands and loudly asked their doubts. They couldn't even maintain the most basic order.

Because the news that Minister Truman gave them was too shocking. If the Scottish government really did this, it meant that they were really playing tricks on the federal government.

Even Gefra now has to negotiate with the Federation to resolve some matters. How can a small backward country that is not in the mainstream dare to play tricks on the Federation, and even make small tricks in series 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..."

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

"..."

……

Mr. Truman raised his hands, "Be quiet, be quiet, I can't hear what you are saying." After he said these words, people didn't quiet down, and he just shut his mouth and said nothing.

He is not those other "soft" politicians, and he has to take care of his image in front of the media.

Mr. Truman, who was born as a soldier in the era, may compromise, but the scale of compromise will never cross his bottom line.

He just watched, and after a minute or so, the people realized that they had to follow the rules here, and they had to be quiet.

"I heard some questions just now, let me briefly answer the questions I heard first."

"First, where did the news come from?"

"There is not only one federal businessman in Scotland. Besides the federal businessman, there are also many gold diggers. These people already have some contacts in the local area. They have ways to get news that you can't get."

"Through multiple verifications, we 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 Scotland, so we have to suspect that the whole incident may be instigated by the central government of Scotland ongoing……"

The reporters below were all crazy, there was only the sound of rustling in the whole press conference, the spotlight behind flickered wildly, and the camera kept working.

There is only one focus of everyone, and that is "Minister Truman" and what he said.

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

He licked his lips, and the room fell silent again. Everyone realized something. At this moment, they stopped their work and stared at Minister Truman.

This, perhaps, will become an indispensable page in the history of the Federation.

In the midst of everyone's attention, Minister Truman said solemnly: "...We may be the first to use force to resolve our differences and disputes, and ask for a fair and just result for those federal citizens who have suffered!"

People were boiling again, and the reporters of the federation went crazy. In the past few years, no one of the leaders of the federation has ever said such morale-boosting words.

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

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

A giant beast began to try to show its minions, how terrifying it is!

Although people wanted to ask a lot of things, they remembered the rules of Minister Truman. Although they were very excited, they could still maintain order. They just raised 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 such a special person.

He looks like he is in his 50s, with a very tall figure, and when he sits on the sofa, he gives the illusion of sitting on a hard chair.

Whether it is the cuffs or the neckline, they all maintain the most appropriate position.

Even the hair, every strand 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 man.

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

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

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

"Tell him I'm not fit to leave the house for the time being, and if he wants to come see me, let him do it himself, or wait until my 'sentence' is over."

Yes, he is serving a sentence of [-] years by a military court for refusing to obey the order of the Ministry of Defense to sink all the warships that Gafra had surrendered.

Considering his identity and age, the court agreed that he should serve his sentence outside of prison.

In fact, for him, let alone ten years, it doesn't matter 100 years. When he really needs him, he can be released anytime, anywhere by directly giving him a parole or commutation of sentence.

Doing this, just for foreigners, look, we tried the disobedient navy commander and put him in jail...

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

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

He turned on his voice again, looked at that fellow Truman, smiled from the inside out, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Federation, finally stood up.

(End of this chapter)