Washington time, 9:00am.
EHPBC Hearing.
There were no reporters or cameras, and only a very small number of strictly screened media were allowed to attend.
In the heavily guarded hearing room, officials in suits and ties came in one after another. Occasionally they whispered to each other, but most of them remained cautiously silent.
As Shen Zhuo gradually expanded his influence and voice over the past three years, the shadow of Fu Chen's death had actually faded greatly. If the key witness Su Jiqiao never woke up again, no one would dig up this matter that lacked decisive evidence and use it as a handle to attack Shen Zhuo.
But no one expected that Su Jiqiao would wake up.
They are also awake at a critical moment when racial conflicts are most intensified and the Security Council needs HRG the most.
The vast majority of officials who were allowed to enter today actually had no idea what was going on. They just thought that they were really going to investigate the death of S-rank Fu Chen thoroughly - only a very small number of high-ranking officials knew that their real goal was to remove Shen Zhuo from the position of Chief Inspector in one fell swoop.
Only by completely depriving Shen Zhuo of his power can EHPBC completely control him and thus gain control of the most deterrent HRG plan in contemporary times. There is no other choice.
"That's Shen Zhuo?" A British official in the audience looked ahead and whispered to the person sitting next to him, "He's much younger than I thought."
Following his gaze, Shen Zhuo was sitting in an armchair on the left side of the witness stand, facing the hearing seat. His slim black suit outlined his tall and thin back. His fingers were crossed in front of him, his black hair was neatly combed, revealing only a section of his snow-white, slender neck.
"… a rare beauty, a rare toughness." His colleague beside him did not dare to turn his head, and only whispered in a voice as loud as a whisper: "Five years ago, he stood alone at the United Nations hearing to lobby countries to destroy the source of evolution. He argued with many scholars and was very imposing. He debated for ten hours with high intensity, and only drank a few sips of water in the middle, and did not sit for a moment and did not eat a grain of rice. His willpower is simply as strong as iron..."
Five years ago, Shen Zhuo, without the support of capital or power, challenged the heroes from all sides alone. Senior officials from various countries were sitting, but he chose to stand. In the face of overwhelming questioning and attacks, he did not leave himself the slightest room to maneuver and dodge.
That was the only way he could get a head start.
"... No country was willing to voluntarily hand over the Evolution Source, so they had no choice but to build meteorite storage bases in various countries..." The colleague shook his head, "He was defeated miserably in the first war, but he also became famous in the first war. His toughness and iron-bloodedness were known to the world. Later, when he was elected as one of the ten supervisors, the global opposition wave was crazy."
The British official who spoke earlier was stunned. He covered his mouth and asked, "So...did he really kill that S-rank?"
My colleague whispered, "Maybe. I heard there was an emotional entanglement between them..."
"Good morning, both of you."
A laughing voice was heard and the two officials looked up at the same time.
A handsome young man looked at them kindly. He was tall and slender, wearing a formal suit and tie. At first glance, he looked like a likable young man from the upper class.
"Can you please stand up and move away so I can sit here?"
Both of them were stunned.
“…Who are you? The seats are already assigned!” The British official thought he had run into a media or unknown person who had sneaked in, so his first reaction was to wave to the security guard: “Hey, come over here, there’s a—”