Chapter 58 No evidence

January 7, 2064 is destined to be a lifelong day for the people of the Fei League.

Earlier in the day, they were still immersed in the ecstasy of the Leifeng Star victory. Victory appeared in all the members of the Fei League. As the most important key to this battle, many young people carried the model of the Judgmenter Mecha to the square, and then rushed up and punched and smashed it into pieces.

This means that the arrogant verdict has officially stepped down from the altar.

However, people did not expect that on this evening, news of the assassination of Francis, the President of the Republic of Feiyan, was heard. People who were still excited could not believe that this was true until the news was officially confirmed.

Thousands of TV channels showed the same news scene at the same time. Due to the injury of the vice president at the same time, Phaeyang Congress announced that in accordance with the Republic's Constitution, Congress President Ian Gambier will temporarily perform functions on behalf of the president. The presidential election, originally scheduled to be held in half a year, will be advanced to January 20, and the country will enter a state of emergency.

This news caused the entire Fei League to fall into great grief and panic. It was not until people saw half of the national flag, the newspapers and all news media used unified black, that they gradually understood in shock that this unbelievable fact really happened, right in front of their eyes!

While shocked, there were only two sad questions left in everyone's heart...

Who is the murderer?

Is the future of Fei Alliance a light of hope brought by the Leifeng Star Victory, or the bloody darkness brought by the death of Francis?

"It seems that the blame has been taken on us." In the luxurious conference room, the crowds of people were heard. Sober put the documents in his hand on his desk and said lightly.

"That won't work. How could we attack such a small person? The honor of Binard Military Intelligence Bureau is not so ruined!" Admiral Binard Berg, who was sitting in the second seat on the left of Sober, smiled.

The tall and thin army general with a weird big hook nose attracted a burst of laughter.

"Is this a gloating?" Borg opened his eyes innocently, spread his hands open, looking like an innocent vulture.

There was another burst of hilariousness in the conference room.

Even Sober, who had always been cold-looking, shook his head with a smile.

"Okay, let's get back to the point," said a man in his thirties, who was about thirty years old and had a handsome and elegant appearance. He waited for his laughter to diminish, and then gently knocked on the oval conference table: "Everyone, should we seize this rare opportunity and cause some more trouble for our chaotic opponents?"

Although in terms of age, this man named Jason can only be considered a minor in the conference room. However, his luxurious outfit embroidered with the royal heraldry of the Binard Empire and his identity as the first heir were enough to make everyone in the conference room smile, pose seriously, and listen to his opinions.

Jason turned his eyes to Sober, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The defeat of the Judgmenter is a serious matter for the entire league. We need to maintain the majesty of the empire with victory and inspire the confidence of our followers."

His words made the entire conference room silent all of a sudden.

Sober narrowed his eyes slightly and did not speak. The generals who were just smiling were all looking at their noses and their hearts, sitting upright.

The destruction of the three hundred rulings was the worst defeat of the Binalt Empire since the war began. The video of the rulings fleeing in panic and being caught up by bandits and military personnel one by one, which had an impact on the entire Sjog was almost panic.

Some member states slowed down their offensives and seemed less active when sending combat troops to the coalition forces.

Everyone here knows this. However, except for Jason, who is the crown prince and has the identity of Sober's cousin, no one dares to mention it in front of Sober.

In the Binard Empire, even the emperor would not interfere with Sober's decision in military terms. However, the royal family needed an explanation from Sober. Perhaps this request would be more appropriate to make it in Jason's capacity.

Jason looked around, slowed down and said to Sober: "Please forgive my presumption. Believe me, this is not a royal question about the military."

"I understand, Jason," Sober nodded, swung his fingers at Alisandro who was standing beside him, and said expressionlessly: "Give the documents to your Highness."

Alisandro, who was well-built in uniform, quickly stepped forward and placed two documents in front of Jason.

"The first document is the current implementation of the ruling plan," Sober looked at Jason with deep eyes. "I hope that this document will make His Highness Jason feel excited."

With the itchy eyes around him, Jason opened the document that only no more than five people in the world could read. A moment later, an excited smile appeared on his face.

"Unbelievable..." Before Jason finished speaking, he was simply interrupted by Souber.

"The second document requires your authorization from Your Highness." Sober stood up, his thin body, tall and upright, almost covering all the light. His long and narrow eyes were like a sharp bayonet, and he was cold and furious: "I will lead the army myself to the Southeast Star Domain! Your Highness..."

Time seemed to freeze suddenly.

Everyone in the conference room widened their eyes, looked at Sober stretching out his index finger, pointing to the end of the document in Jason's hand, and said in an unquestionable tone: "You only need to sign here.... I will get the victory that the Empire needs in person!"

When the warship approached the berth at the First Airport of Chuckner Star, the fat man refused Margaret's request and flew alone to Hanjing by shuttle.

He has six hours.

Six hours later, he, along with Margaret, Anley, and Hargrove, twenty accompanying war gods, will be transferred to the President spacecraft specially dispatched by the Chuckner Republic and flew with Hastings to the capital of the Feiyan Republic, Hydefield.

The life-threatening Bernardote is there, and the person who is most likely to launch the assassination is there.

When the shuttle landed on the ground, the fat man lost the interest of secretly glanced at the beautiful flight attendant beside him for the first time.

Without saying a word, he got off the escalator and got into a luxury flying car waiting at the airport.

The flying car was walking along the bustling streets of Hanjing in silence. Through the car window, you could see the horror and heavy expressions of people surrounding the TV light curtain when watching the news of Francis' assassination.

All the light screens play the same news.

Some journalists with great powers even got the video of the 52 base of Feiyang, which was soaring into the sky, and the video of Francis' body being transported back to Hydefield.

Because it is not about the country, the guests seem much bolder when talking.

Many people speculate that the upcoming presidential election in the Feiyang Republic is related to the most important beneficiary, which is the most obvious truth of the biggest suspect, and knows more than one person.

Although no name was mentioned, everyone knew who this person was.

However, the other party did it too cleanly and no one had any evidence.

Seeing that the fat man was always worried, Matt, the owner of Meteor Company, took out a bottle of whiskey from the car refrigerator, opened it, injected the golden wine into the wine glass with ice, and handed it to the fat man, "General Tian, ​​I heard that General Bernardote of your country was also injured in this attack?"

The fat man took the wine glass and felt a gaze on his cheek. His vicious expression flashed and he was still the confused face.

"Is there anything I need to serve?" Matt took a sip of wine, and the big rosacea looked even redder on his fat face.

"Maybe, can you tell me who did this?" The fat man said with a wooden face.

"This is not a problem at all, everyone in the world knows it." Matt shook his head and shrugged his shoulders: "The problem is that we have no evidence!"

"You mean Li Fo?" The fat man stared into Matt's eyes.

"It's his sister." Matt smiled: "To be honest, among Feiyang's arms companies, except for our Meteor Company who has broken away from Barbara's control due to cooperation with you, other companies must listen to this woman. If we want to speak information, we may be more informed than most government officials."

While pouring wine for the fat man, Matt said, "In terms of ruthlessness, the ten Lifos combined are not as good as one Barbara. Lifo's ability is military, and Barbara is the one who holds him to the top of his current position with one hand."

"Tell me." The fat man shook his wine glass.

"Ten years ago, Barbara was a university professor," Matt sighed. "It is rare for twenty-five-year-old professors to be. At that time, there was no sign that she would become Barbara now. However, everything has changed since her divorce."

Matt tells the story of Barbara. From the bizarre death of her ex-husband ten years ago, to the fact that she helped Li Fo settle political enemies, gather Feiyang chaebols and super arms companies, infiltrate the political arena, military headquarters, build underground forces, and establish the army's victory over Li Fo... one after another, extremely detailed.

"This woman is a genius." Matt sighed sincerely: "With her support behind her back, in just ten years, Li Fo became the leader of the Five Tiger Generals of Feiyang. His loyal army could even shake Feiyang's national foundation. Even Marshal Hastings dared not attack him easily. Li Fo obeyed his sister and regarded him as a treasure."

"Since so many people can see that she did it," the fat man narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Can the Feiyang people not doubt their idol at all?"

"Of course!" Matt frowned and said, "I don't know what she wants to do, but I know that this woman never does stupid things that can cause trouble. She has ten thousand ways to make the public believe in her innocentness!"

"For example..." The fat man's eyes, through the car window, stopped on the public TV screen of a building: "Kill your own campaigner?"

Matt was stunned and then quickly turned on the in-car TV.

"Latest news, Paulson, the presidential candidate of the ******* League of Feiyang Republic, was shot by sniper downstairs of his office at 9:30 am this morning, and died on the spot. Paulson is 48 years old... in March last year, announced his election... His support rate has always been at the top of the list... At present, the police have not disclosed more news... The time of Paulson's assassination is less than twenty hours before President Francis' assassination... We will pay close attention..."
Chapter completed!