Chapter 485： Sincerity

A trace of cold sweat oozes from Bilder's forehead, on the one hand from the pressure of his opponent's aura, on the other hand from his inner thoughts, or mission.

"Mr. Tang, I don't know your injury... Do you want me to send someone to ask a professional doctor to come for treatment?"

As he said, he glanced at Tang Fang's right arm.

The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, about half an inch or so, even if the sunlight outside the window was tricky, it was impossible to see what was inside.

Bilder answered the wrong question, but it was unreasonable because he was very polite. How could Captain Tang be a sick person, and the feeling of taking a gun would never feel good.

Tang Fang was smiling, it was cold, and the sun couldn't melt it.

He slowly pulled up a somewhat large shirt, exposing the wound on his right arm, where a circle of white gauze was wrapped, as white as a cloud, without even a trace of blood.

"Thank you for your good intentions, the head of the district, but it was just a gunshot wound.

With a slight movement and a light flick, the sleeves slipped down like smooth silk, wrapping the arms again.

Bilder's dilated pupils shrank towards the center, his smile froze on his face, even the new tea on Cleia couldn't melt away.

The sneer on Tang Fang's face was in sharp contrast with the steaming tea.

He knew what Bilder was thinking, so he did not hesitate to express his contempt, both to the mayor, and to the president who is far away in Heisenberg.

The blue veins next to Bilder's temple trembled slightly, and the muscles of his left cheek were pulled up a few times, and the already stiff and cold smile came back to life, lingering.

The fragrance of tea permeates the living room, blending with the fragrance of flowers, exuding a unique scent, like a kaleidoscope of constantly changing tastes, sometimes intense. Sometimes sweet and refreshing, sometimes mellow, sometimes clear.

Tang Fang looked to the window sill. Wu Se Hua looked like a shy girl, lowered her head slightly. Ren Yangguang's long colorful hair was spread, as if it was a clone of Charlotte, sitting by the window and tapping his feet.

Bilder became a little dull, holding the white porcelain cup to his mouth, and dipping his upper lip in the golden tea, he was thinking about what to say, or...how to choose.

On the point of communicating with Captain Tang, it is obvious that your excellency is inferior to Earl Marlow. This may be because of his background. A patronizing, natural superior, a decisive and straightforward style of doing things, a commoner background, who has been in the officialdom for many years before ascending the throne of the district governor.

The sentence that Tang Fang asked just now actually already had an answer. The assassin came from the "Red Martyrs Party". As for the master behind the scenes, it was not someone else. It is Conor Carter, the nephew of Congressman O'Neill.

It is actually easy to use the state machinery to investigate a case, especially if there is no political resistance.

Adam Oliver was very upset and ordered Conor to "invite" Conor from his apartment to the headquarters of the Union Investigation Bureau overnight.

Mr. President has no choice. He understood very well that Tang Fang asked the government to track down the murderer. In fact, he didn't really want to dig out the person behind the assassination. He wanted to see the sincerity of the government and give him a stigma.

Even if the real murderer is just a street gangster, the government must get a high-ranking substitute for the dead to gain the approval of Captain Tang.

In other words, he, Adam Oliver, the president of the Star League. Must be softened in front of Captain Tang.

Admittedly, this is arrogant. Very excessive, very bullying. He lost the dignity of Mr. President, but he had no choice but to compromise and admit counsel. Captain Tang slapped him on the left cheek. He had to happily send his right cheek over and said with a grin like a clown: "Lord, you work hard. At one point, it's so exciting, so that the audience can listen to it and have fun together."

However, the case report of the "Babylon" Alliance Investigation Bureau added to the turmoil. The detective investigating the incident was inspecting the assault tool, the "bolide" pistol, and detected in the bullet. To the existence of the radioactive substance "Polonium".

This fully illustrates one thing. Even if the bullet did not hit the critical point, Captain Tang’s life had already entered a countdown state. At that time, if he actively cooperated with the treatment, he might still be able to live for a while, but he wanted to be a hero until it was delayed. Returning to "Venice" and having been exposed for so long, ordinary people want to survive? That is simply wishful thinking.

As a result, Adam Oliver and his think tank began to struggle. Some people believed that if Captain Tang died in a kick, it would definitely intensify the intensity of this political storm. As long as the Republican Party pushed hard, the building would be built. It is very likely to fall down.

Some people think that this is a crisis and an opportunity. Why not take advantage of Captain Tang’s death to do a bitter trick, such as inciting the demonstrators to do something "excessive", and supplement it with a "frontier crisis." In season, how many people will remember Tang Fang?

Launching a homeland defense war is the best way to divert attention and hatred.

Human beings have never had much interest in matters that have little to do with themselves, and... as long as public opinion is handled properly, it can easily become a tool that can be used by others.

From a scientific point of view, there are no gods in this world, but from a social point of view, gods have never left. In imperial countries such as Sulu and Monya, their gods are royal families, and in the Charles Federation and Star Alliance In such a parliamentary country, their **** is the government.

Gods can manipulate human thoughts. Gods have boundless powers that can make people rich overnight. Gods can enslave mankind. Gods can decide thousands of lives and deaths with a single thought...

In the Star Alliance, the people in the parliament, the current government, big capitalists, political families... these people standing at the top of the pyramid unite to form an invisible but intangible but invisible to the eyes, nose, and ears. The real "god" fools, exploits, and enslaves the low-level civilians every day.

It does the work that the devil can do, but it is covered in the golden color of the sun. Under its feet are mountains of bones and a sea of ​​blood, but its head is covered with a bright halo, saying words of compassion to the world.

With lies weaving one after another illusory dreams, illusory emotions, and illusory culture.

It makes people believe in it, love it, and support it.

This is really dirty.

The so-called **** is actually more hypocritical than the devil.

Adam Oliver gave Bilder Passy an order overnight. The content is very simple, test Captain Tang to see if there is a problem with his body. Then make plans.

He was scared, he was really scared. It's not that Captain Tang's Captain Ga Bang'er will die, but this kid is too amazing, like a well-fitted King Kong gourd baby, and can always bring "surprise" and terrible "surprise" to others.

He is a wise man, so this time he will never listen to the **** opinions of the think tanks who think that Zhuge Kongming is possessed and can make a tactical decision.

then. There was the scene just now.

"Can I borrow the bathroom?"

Bilder didn't drink much tea, but suddenly said such a sentence.

Kleiya was a little surprised. He felt that your excellency was a bit pitiful. Captain Tang had a neurosis. He was urgency to see the teacup. Wouldn't it be easier to take off your pants when you saw the toilet?

She wiped a hand on the apron and turned to the kitchen. The dried bamboo shoots had not been cut, and the few mandarin fish had to be processed.

Tang Fang pointed to the bathroom diagonally opposite, and Bilder thanked him. Get up and go.

The two entourages sat on two cane chairs not far away, looking at Captain Tang, trying to put on a fierce look. That makes them like two dogs, a dog that can't bark, a dog that can bite.

Halfway through the tea, Captain Tang heard a scream, his voice was a bit thick, and it didn't last long, he should be a man.

He looked towards the bathroom, and the two entourages also looked towards the bathroom.

Not much effort, the door opened. Bilder walked out with a sullen face, as if someone had been raped.

A faint voice came from the cracks of the slowly closing door. "What is your name? You still have a face when you come to pee in my room."

The 2 followers were stunned.

The way Bilder walks is a little unnatural. If you distinguish it carefully, you can see a shadow dripping under the crotch, not long, but very conspicuous.

Tang Fang put down his tea cup and apologized very sincerely: "I'm sorry, this is my fault. I forget that there is a philosopher in the bathroom exploring the nature of human behavior."

Bilder felt that it wasn't an apology, it was salting his heart.

He sat back on the sofa again and looked at the tea cup in front of him as if he was killing his father and enemy.

"Please turn on the multimedia TV and switch the channel to the'Star Alliance International' channel." 10 minutes later, he uttered a word.

Tang Fang picked up the PDA that Freya had thrown in the gap between the sofa cushion, swiped the touchpad, and turned on the TV in Yiyan.

On the screen, a white reporter with a microphone in his hand is interviewing the investigators in the waiting room of the Investigation Bureau of the "Sky Garden" Union. Deputy Director Thacker Reynolds faces the camera and announces the identity of the assassin, along with the name and identity of the main envoy behind the scenes. Also disclosed to the media.

Conor Carter-the nephew of Star Alliance Standing Councillor Onion Carter.

The assassin came from the "Red Martyrs Party" of the Star League dark forces, and the hired murderer was initially identified as Conor. As for whether his uncle instructed him to do this, it still needs more in-depth investigation.

The interview video ended, the screen changed, and the scene moved to the Reinhardt Palace of the "Duma" star system "Heisenberg".

Adam Oliver appeared in front of the camera with a look of fatigue. He first reprimanded Conor for his despicable behavior, then expressed condolences to Captain Tang on behalf of the current government, and apologized to the "Alkesi" incident by the way.

Although the insidious proposal came from O'Neill, he, as the president of the Star Alliance, has an unshirkable responsibility. For this, he is negotiating with members of Congress and preparing to resign from the presidency and restart the general election process.

This time he was very clever and didn't play any tricks, and finally admitted that he was a sinner, and ashamed of the trust of the Star Alliance people in him, he bowed deeply and left the podium.

The picture changed again, from Reinhardt Palace to the front of the Star League Congress, with gray hair, as if the ten-year-old Onions was squeezed out of the wall under the **** of agents of the Union Investigation Bureau overnight.

Followed by Joseph Williams, facing reporters' questions, he calmly said: "Mr. O'Neill has resigned from Congress as a standing member."

The atmosphere on the scene froze, and the reporter group became speechless.

You must know that O'Neill is not an ordinary member of Congress. His family background can be traced back to the disintegration of the Star Federation. He is one of the 24 veteran political families of the Star League. Moreover, O'Neill has a very high status in the Liberal Party and has a very high reputation. The "Babylon" incident actually made him take the blame and resign? Even if the person who hired the murderer was Conor, does it not necessarily mean that the assassination was related to him? Also... Although the "kidnapping plan" is O'Neill's proposal, if those old guys in Congress disagree. Adam Oliver does not approve, how can it be implemented smoothly?

Judging from the current situation, there is no need for him to resign. Because this was originally a group crime, if you really want to be held accountable. None of those in Congress can escape.

No one knew that all this was just to please Captain Tang and express the "sincerity" he requested to facilitate the transaction.

Adam Oliver has no choice, and the Liberal Party also has no choice.

A mere Cornell Carter is naturally not enough. If O'Neill is added, Captain Tang’s anger can be temporarily calmed. As long as he does not meet with the Republicans, there is still room for change.

"Can force a country's government to this point. He is also considered unprecedented, and there is no future."

Bilder Passy looked at O'Neill who seemed to have lost his soul on the screen, with infinite emotion in his heart.

Clement is dead, Conan is dead, Horace is dead, Benedict is dead, Conor is accused of hiring a murderer, O'Neill resigns, all this stems from the opposite young man .

There is another thing he is even more strange. Yesterday, countless people in the pier corridor witnessed him being shot in the right arm by an assassin. It is totally unreasonable why it can be unharmed after being exposed to ultra-high doses of radioactive elements.

Thought of this. Bilder shook his head, sighed, and thought to himself, which one of the things that happened around this kid made sense? This might be the reason why he couldn't keep calm in front of Captain Tang.

"You should be satisfied now."

There is not much water in the white porcelain cup before the Tang Dynasty. The long and thin tea leaves are layered on the bottom of the cup, like thick water plants.

"Well, it's okay."

He swallowed the tea in his mouth, squeezed a piece of rice cake with lotus seed paste into his mouth, and said, "'Venice's pastry chef's craftsmanship is pretty good. Don't you try it?"

The corners of Bilder's mouth twitched twice, as if out of breath. It's like cramps again.

Tang Fang stood up and adjusted his costume. To the busy figure in the kitchen, he said, "Cleaner, do less at noon. Mr. Bilder wants to invite me to dinner."

"Huh?" Claire walked out with a knife, with thin sweat on her temples, grievingly said: "I made stewed chicken with bamboo shoots, and I intend to rejuvenate you."

"Then simmer on the fire first, wait until I come back to drink." He took the girl and handed it, the military uniform with the fragrance of liquid laundry detergent, and said to the stunned Bilder on the sofa: "Is it possible that you want to sit here? sunset?"

"Remember to ask Mr. Mayor for a few good bottles of wine. I plan to make you a mussel feast tonight." Claire smoothed the wrinkles on his shoulders, stood a little farther and looked up and down for a moment, smiling and nodding.

"That's right. After eating Chinese food for so long, it's okay to change the taste."

As Tang Fang walked to the door, he smiled and said, "Tell them not to go out if there is nothing wrong. I will be back as soon as possible."

Claire gave a soft "um", like a gentle full-time wife.

Bilder had risen from the sofa, his eyebrows rippling with uncontrollable excitement.

The window on the other side of the living room was open, and a wisp of wind blew through, driving his straight trousers. There were a few blemish marks on them, which were more striking than his smile.

After all, humans are much smarter than animals, and the two followers did not run over to smell some extra strange smell on the owner like loyal dogs, which made Bilder less embarrassed.

Pushing open the door and walking out, a group of 4 people walked along the bluestone road. Kleiya watched them go away before returning to the small courtyard and gently pulling up the fence.

Some reporters were sitting in the lounge area of ​​the hotel lobby and saw four people coming out from behind, hulaking around.

This is the second time that Bilder has come to "Venice" and successfully entered Captain Tang's villa, but the Republicans have been shutting their doors. Recalling the series of abnormal actions by the Adam administration just now, it is inevitable that people will be imaginative.

"Mr. Tang, can you take a few minutes?"

"Mr. Tang, what do you think about President Adam's apology?"

"Mr. Tang, I heard that Barnard Baker has repeatedly asked for a visit and was rejected by you, but now he shows up with Mayor Bilder. Does this mean you do not intend to hold the government accountable?"

"..."

Tang Fang hugged his right arm, his expression was painful, and intentionally or unconsciously turned sideways to avoid the crowd.

On the left, several physically fit men squeezed out to maintain order on the scene with the hotel security. It seems that they should be government agents arranged by Bilder.

The distance between the rest area and the front door of the hotel is not very far, only a dozen meters between the left and right. When the two people passed through the front hall and were about to leave, the reporters who hadn't asked a word from Tang Fang were anxious.

An Asian reporter with a fat body with sweat on his face and neck shouted loudly: "Mr. Tang, we have been here for a whole day and night. There is no credit and hard work, so please say something. What?"

Tang Fang retracted his right foot as he stepped out, turned his head slowly, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Your excellency, the district mayor, wants to invite dinner. You can't save his face. President Adam has already done that. If I do it again. Don’t let people poke my spine and scold me for not knowing the heights of the sky? “Morning Star Casting” also needs to establish a foothold in the Star Alliance. As the person in charge of the company, I must think about the livelihoods of my employees. Sometimes...people can’t just do it. Live by yourself. This society is very realistic. If you want to get it, you must learn to sacrifice."

"Look, I'm not a hero, I'm like you, but a leaf in the ocean can't help me."

This sentence is very long, and the volume is a little low. At the noisy interview site, it seems that the gulls and swans are crying in a storm, and they are in danger of being submerged by waves and thunder at any time. (To be continued)

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