Parliament Hill was attacked, several MPs were shot, and several Secret Service agents and FBI police officers who were responsible for the honorary security work died heroically. Several honored officers who participated in the honoring ceremony were seriously injured. Cruelly killed, and most shockingly, the Federal Vice President, His Excellency Byron, died on the spot.
Many years ago, the tragic struggle between the seven great masters and the government ended when the former hid behind the scenes, and the latter acquiesced to the former's special status. Since then, there has been no such bloody incident in the Federation for many years.
Members of the Federal Governing Council rushed back to the Capitol Hill building with scorched bullets. It took only three minutes for the angry members to pass the emergency proposal, mourning the people who were injured in the incident, and appending a proposal to the proposal. A letter to the citizens of the whole federation, written in the letter to the citizens, no matter how sinister blows and dripping blood they face, the representatives elected by the citizens will always be loyal to their duties and stand on the stone steps of Parliament Hill. , even if it was covered with the blood of his companions.
Federal agencies have entered a state of high-speed tension. The military and the SWAT Bureau jointly controlled the surrounding area of Charter Square. The official residence and relevant departments of Parliament Hill began to guide public opinion. The Parliament Hill buildings that had been baptized by bullets were temporarily reinforced. The officials of the Department of Health rushed to the Affiliated Hospital of Capital University to keep an eye on the treatment process. The FBI set up a case investigation team headed by the director, and the District Attorney's Office entered the whole process in advance.
President Pabble, who was participating in the Federal Peace and Reconstruction Memorial Conference in S2, rushed back to the Capital Territory by airship as soon as he learned about the attack on Parliament Hill. On the airship, His Excellency the President delivered a televised speech to the entire federal people with a sad face. Express your grief and anger over the loss of a friend and friend, and declare March 22 a Federal Day of Mourning.
In the electronic newspapers and magazines published in advance in the early morning of the next day and live TV programs all night, all sectors of the federal society expressed their most grief over the attack on Parliament Hill and the unfortunate death of the Vice President and MPs. elements, made the most outrageous accusations.
At 4:40 in the morning, Zhang Xiaomeng, an official of Qinglong Mountain in the Capital Special Administrative Region, made an urgent appointment with reporters from major federal media in the side hall of Parliament Hill.
With a dignified expression, she relayed to the reporters the statement just sent by the Qinglongshan Central Committee. In the statement, the Central Committee expressed strong dissatisfaction with some irresponsible speculation in the current federal society, and solemnly stated that as early as three Years ago, the Qinglongshan anti-government army had expelled the terrorist from the pure revolutionary ranks, and presented relevant electronic documents and meeting minutes as evidence.
The pale cherry blossoms on the lawn of the President's official residence are just right, but these beautiful spring colors cannot be seen in the top-secret conference room deep underground. President Pabble, because of the relationship with the imperial war, the fleet commander Hong Yuliang did not appear in this emergency meeting, and after Zhong Shouhu was attacked and killed, the position of commander of the Xilin Military Region has not yet been determined.
The dark-skinned President Pabble looked solemnly at the white-haired old man who was speaking in the conference room. The white-haired old man was the national security adviser of the current government. He waved his arms excitedly, as if to tear the air in front of him. broken.
"Now I don't want to know what the criminal's motive is, I just don't understand how he can do these crazy things, everyone, there is Parliament Hill, and the dead are the federal vice president and MPs!"
Mr. National Security Adviser had a gloomy face, the collar of his formal suit was untied indiscriminately, and his messy hair was full of traces of sweat. He pointed his finger in the direction of a place in the square above diagonally, and roared almost like a roar: "Why does the Charter Bureau respond? So slow? After the criminal opened fire in Parliament Hill, the Secret Service has already sent you a location application. According to the prescribed process, within twelve seconds, you can locate the criminal's specific location and provide it to the frontline law enforcement. The agency. The result? Until Commander Du and his troops arrived at the square, the government still didn’t get the positioning data.”
"The criminal is dead? The question is how many criminals are there? If anyone wants to be able to rush to Parliament Hill and shoot the federal vice president, does that mean that the next moment someone might rush in and kill us all? ?"
"The Charter Bureau, the Secret Service, the FBI, I would like to know if you are capable of dealing with such a brutal and unreasonable terrorist attack?"
The Secret Service chief stood silently at the door, his sequence was the lowest in the entire conference room, and he had no part in speaking here. As for the director of the FBI, he was sitting at the back of the long table with a livid face. The death of Vice President Byron and the congressman had made the official responsible for the internal security control strategy of the Federation feel that the whole sky was falling.
At this moment, only Cui Judong, the Acting Director of the Chartered Bureau, said calmly after a moment of silence: "The criminal has a way to temporarily block the location of the chip. This is a problem that the Chartered Bureau cannot solve."
Mr. National Security Adviser stared at him and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything after all, considering the special status of the Charter Bureau.
"Then solve it." Li Zaidao, who was directly in front of the long table, suddenly broke the silence and said with a serious expression: "Some problems always need to be solved."
After walking out of the presidential residence, Li Zaidao waved his hand to stop the orderly from holding an umbrella. He squinted at the Parliament Hill in the distance in the slight spring rain. After being silent for nearly half a minute, he rarely asked the officer behind him for a cigarette.
Some clumsy and jerky inhaled, the general was a little uncomfortable, he shook his head, couldn't help but glanced at Parliament Hill again, and his mood was indescribably complicated. Seeing that the great era is about to unfold, the most staunch and mature political partner, but because of Shi Qinghai's simple and crude attack, he slept in the ground forever, unable to see the real victory again. Life, how can there be so many misses.
The bleak sadness was shattered in his throat, and when he was about to leave in the car, a subordinate officer suddenly stepped forward with a strange expression and said something in a low voice.
The spring rain in the 72nd year of the Xianli calendar continued, not violent but lingering and disturbing. Li Zaidao, who was also the commander of the military region, received a transfer request from Xilin during the night rain.
"Notify Colonel Xu Le that his request was denied."
General Li Zaidao's gray eyebrows were mixed with raindrops, and there was a tenacious light in the night: "Tell him that he is a soldier. A real soldier will never be affected by any emotions."