The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 33 Who is the Federation (Part )

"Who is the Federation?"

Davis was still sitting in the large black leather sofa chair.

He turned sideways and changed his position, took a strong drag on the cigarette in his hand, looked at the puffed-up Blake, flicked the ashes, exhaled a puff of thick gray mist, and said slowly.

Blake's expression was obviously dull for a moment, and he stuttered in response.

"Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean. What do you mean?
  Now that such a bad attack has occurred, what we have to do is to investigate the suspects one by one..."

“Okay, let me make it clear, who is the Federation?

Not those people out there having fun at holiday parties.

Not the Los Angeles police officers patrolling the streets in wet and cold weather.

And neither is our... so-called Bureau of Special Investigations.

We are just part of the federation, the executors, and the tools!
  And where is the real federation?
  In Washington, on Capitol Hill, in white houses, in secret mansions, or even on some tropical islands filled with boys and girls, they..."

Davis paused, then said softly, "That is the real Federation."

"What are you talking about? What does this have to do with that?
  As the department in charge of extraordinary events, we have actually suffered a major extraordinary attack. We must fight back immediately to maintain the prestige of the government!

This is for the benefit of the Federation! "

In response to his boss's confused phone call, Blake Gore, who was a soldier, obviously couldn't hold back his anger and said in a strong voice.

"So you think that the Hualian Chamber of Commerce, which is the closest, has enough weight, and seems to be suspicious, should be the first to investigate, right?" Davis pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly. .

"Yes, sir, there are Asian faces especially among the attackers."

"This is not much evidence! I can't have a conflict with the largest extraordinary organization on the West Coast just because of a few Asian faces." Davis interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

Looking at Davis's lazy attitude, Blake's face turned red, and a surge of anger rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Is this the mysterious department in charge of the federal special forces?
  How can we do anything good with such a weak insect?
  “According to your logic, if there are Asian faces among the attackers, we need to interrogate those Orientals, but how should we deal with the Mediterranean Sardinian faces among the attackers?
  Should we first search the Cathedral of Sant'Angelo in Los Angeles, and then go to the Holy City of Rome to interrogate His Majesty? "

Davis showed a trace of impatience and asked bitterly.

"I'm going to put it bluntly! Those decision-makers, those brains, those who truly represent the Federation will not agree to this.

They would not easily agree to have a serious conflict with a large extraordinary organization like Hualian just because some people died and some supplies were lost, especially when there was no definite evidence to point to it.

…They’ve learned a lesson about this. "

The last words were spoken so softly that only Davis seemed to hear them.

……

"Dangdang!"

Blake opened the door hard and strode out. The muscles on his face were twisted ferociously, as if he was looking for a fight at any time.

Looking at the new colleagues who angrily disappeared at the end of the corridor, several other supervisors and team leaders looked at each other, got up and left one after another, and left the director's office one after another. Assistant Director Chris, who had just watched the whole process without saying a word, smoothed her short silver-gray hair, pursed her thin lips and said:
  "Don't knock the new young guys too much, Davis. It's always a good thing to have courage and drive."

“It’s not good to be too courageous and energetic. When facing supernatural events, you don’t need to be reckless.

I say...how about moving him into the Special Operations Group? . "

"Are you kidding? This is a good young man, don't treat him like that kind of consumable!" Chris put down the white bone china coffee cup in his hand and stared at the man on the chair opposite him with his light blue eyes.

After lighting another cigarette and looking up at the old lady who was still expressionless, Davis raised his hand helplessly to express surrender.

"Okay, it's a joke. You know, it's a joke. If I really didn't value him, I wouldn't have explained so much to him just now.

To be honest, I actually plan on including him in the christening ceremony in the next issue. "

"That's a gamble on luck. The success rate of baptismal ceremonies is always not very good. Moreover, the backlash of failure is still very serious. If that happens, he will have no choice but to transfer to a civilian job." Chris said with a frown.

"Everything has risks. I think he will agree. He is very good in the military, but that has nothing to do with the Special Bureau. If we want to make achievements, we will give him this opportunity and see who is willing to risk his own life for the interests of the federation. Can his strong will support him to successfully survive the ceremony?" Davis' slightly cold voice sounded.

"This is also an attitude to those behind the scenes. If you want to put people in the Special Bureau, of course you can. I am just an old government employee and have no right to stop anything.

but!

Those who come must prove their abilities. The Special Investigation Bureau is not a place where young men can be gilded! "

"Let's not talk about it anymore. Having said that, the loss this time far exceeded our prior expectations!" Chris changed the topic, with a strong dissatisfaction in his tone.

"We prepared a bottle of fine red wine, but two or three guests came. Of course, we couldn't enjoy the drink. This is the fickleness of fate." Davis leaned on the backrest, tilted his head back and gazed deeply. Touching the ceiling.

"Fortunately, the 'big pie' we carefully cooked has been successfully delivered, and we are just waiting for people to start 'tasting' it."

Chris sighed, threw a piece of maple syrup into his coffee cup, and then said:

"The [Operation Christmas Eve] at the headquarters was also not smooth. It took such a long time to arrange, mobilized most of the elites of the Special Investigation Bureau, and invited strong men from various organizations as foreign aid. In the end, there was no target. You can see it, but as soon as you touched the door, you were beaten back!"

"What is expected, according to the research of those scholars, is that this is the dark side or the fallen half of His Highness! Only a layman like Frank Wood, who is blinded by the desire for power, will desperately fight for the command of the plan. Quan, since he wants it, I will push it to him, haha." Davis sneered.

“He thought he was still sitting in the House of Representatives.

In the extraordinary world, violence is the source of everything! Those ridiculous political tricks are of no use!
  I hope the failure of this plan will allow him to stay honest for a while. "

"Let's put your attention back on us!"

"Let the recruited people start working, and then slowly let the news out, and the plan here will continue..."

Davis' eyes flickered and he spoke in an incomprehensible tone.

"Everything that can be done has been done, and the next thing...

We have to pray for the blessing of our Heavenly Father, who is unknown where he is now..."

　There were a lot of comments from several brothers, and everyone complained a lot. You must know that this chapter is the essence of Qidian Reading.
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)