"This is not over."

Two weeks after the Opportunity City incident, the Federal Administration of the United States is located in the Diocese of Langston, the capital of the United Federation.

The black skyscraper soared into the sky, with a radius of 1,300 miles and a restricted area. On the special apron, a dark blue military transport plane had just landed. Madeline got off the plane and walked towards the hangar.

Four Supermans were wearing dark blue suits and protected Madeline in the middle and outside. More than ten teams of live-fire psionic rangers were on high alert.

"This matter is not over!"

After entering the hangar, Madeline repeated it again. The chairman had been waiting here for a long time. After the Opportunity City incident, he had expected Madeline to die because of it.

Madeline seemed to have grown ten years old in an instant, with more white threads in her long hair. She didn't dare to fall asleep these few nights, for fear that Chen Ke would kill her life in her dream.

The expression on the chairman's face was not obvious. He just patted Madeline, comforted him symbolically, and then accompanied Madeline to ride in a black car and drove towards the headquarters building.

"We all despised our opponents and thought we were fully prepared."

In the car, the chairman comforted Madeline, because of the Opportunity City incident, the United Federation lost a Superman, which was the most important thing.

Madeline was unconscious. She had never been so nervous and panicked, but she also understood that she had made big mistakes on both levels.

As the director of the Administration, she was too protective of agent Diana under her command. Even though the other party had become an alienated individual, she still commanded R6 to capture the enemy alive, resulting in the annihilation of R6.

The other identity she played was because of a momentary idea that she handed over the green holy diamond, that is, the fragment of the God's heart, and this action would be regarded as a sentence by the organization behind it.

"What do you say to the Director of the General Administration?" Madeline asked.

"The old man didn't say anything. I think he is thinking more about Superman now, but the person who killed Superman." said the chairman.

"We have his information, and he was not alone that day," said Madeline.

"We all know, but the Administration is not up to the decision of what action to take on him." The Chairman said in a deep voice.

foundation……

The woman left a message for the chairman, promising to give the man who killed Superman for half a year of freedom.

"Have you had any contact with the Foundation recently?" asked Madeline.

"No, for us, meeting them was a month ago, but for them, it might only be a few minutes... But I don't think the old man will follow the foundation's intention this time. I will not be able to disclose more detailed matters. Madeleine, the old man should be in front of you." said the chairman.

Madeline didn't speak and looked out the car window.

The white square and blue sky occupied her vision, and the red mountains in the distance were rolling. At this time, the car had already entered the range of the Psychic Enclosed King, and Superman's car was parked outside.

The chairman and Madeline took a special highway elevator to the top floor of the 99th floor, and the entire floor was the office of the Director of the General Administration.

The black marble floor reflected the appearance of the two. They walked in the quiet corridor under the guidance of the female secretary, with only the echo of high heels and leather shoes trampling.

This layer was adjusted to a light-proof mode, and the lights were deliberately dimmed a lot. Madeline always felt that there were more than three of them in the corridor, and there were also a pair of eyes staring at her.

"Chief, Ms. Madeline and Mr. Walker have arrived." The female secretary said softly, standing in front of the gate at the end of the corridor.

The door opened a crack.

The female secretary turned sideways and made a request gesture, then returned to the secretary's seat beside her.

"You first." Chairman Walker turned his head.

"It feels strange." Madeline expressed her doubts.

"This is your first time seeing the director?" Walker said.

"That's right." Madeline said.

"Get used to it as soon as possible." Walker said.

Madeline sorted out her emotions and pushed the door open with both hands.

A beam of white cold light penetrated from the room. On the enclosed office wall, the dawn of the Yaramay jungle was projected. The birds were screaming gently, the fish were leaping up in the mountain stream, and the three-dimensional projection of the deer walked by the office floor. The grass and flowers were blooming and withering repeatedly.

Madeline saw an old man sitting in a high-tech wheelchair with his back facing them, admiring the shadow of the forest in the wall. The ventilator and pacing device were hung behind the wheelchair, and there was a bucket of shit and urine at the bottom.

"Shh...sh..." A heavy breathing sound came from the old man.

Madeline walked forward slowly, she was very curious about what the director of the General Administration looked like

"Enough." Walker grabbed Madeline's wrist and signaled her not to get closer, but to stand with him and keep a certain distance.

"He is..." Madeline asked in a low voice.

Walker nodded and made a "shhhh" gesture.

The two of them were silent for a while, and the old man suddenly spoke.

"Are you the director of Opportunity City?" the old man asked.

"I...I am the director of Madeline... Opportunity City Branch." Madeline responded.

"I heard about your affairs, and many young people died." The old man said.

"It's not too late... We have taken measures. The news of Superman's death has been strictly closed, and we are still preparing..." Madeline said incessantly.

At this time, the projected scenery in the room changed, from pale dawn to red dusk. The insects in the forest became louder, and the deer jumped and jumped past Madeline.

"Life is always so fragile, isn't it? I think you've tried your best that day." The old man said.

"Everything is under our control, and the terrorists will not be long before..." Madeline was interrupted by the old man in half.

"But it's not enough." said the old man.

The wheelchair slowly turned, and the red dusk turned into a deep blue night. A poisonous snake hung down from the branch, spitting out a snake letter, swaying in front of Madeline's eyes.

Madeline saw the old man's face, her heart trembled for a moment, and subconsciously took a step back. Walker reached out to support Madeline from behind. He knew that no one who saw the director for the first time could accept it.

The old man is very old, with almost zombies on his face. His old body is curled up in a wheelchair, his hands are tightly pinching the armrests, the tube of the ventilator is inserted into his throat, and a patch is attached to his temple to remotely control the movements of the wheelchair.
Chapter completed!