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Text Chapter 479 Two Unexpected Deaths

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    President Hobet was having a hard time.  The media are now targeting the Presidential Palace with all kinds of venomous tongues, insinuating that Frostmourne's leak charges were placed on him, whether it is explicitly saying that he is a treasonous collaborator, or secretly implying that he is incompetent in his command.  In short, all the staff in the President's Office knew that Mr. Hobet was in a bad mood recently, and no one dared to make a mistake at this juncture, so everyone was tense. Ms. Lecia, the director of the President's Office, even deliberately  The media information submitted recently has been reduced to prevent the president from being upset.  Although everyone does not believe that Mr. Hobet, who has always been upright, would betray the Federation, the suicide of Major General Hollind has almost given many mainstream media an obvious signal.  What could be more illustrative of the problem than NSSA¡¯s head committing suicide due to fear of crime?  The Starfield Security Agency has always been independent of the military. In order to increase the federal public's confidence and enthusiasm for tourism, President Hobet specifically proposed to the military that the presidential cabinet be responsible for overall management. When the NSSA was established, it cooperated with the cabinet and the legacy.  Yu Li's move to promote interstellar tourism to increase tax revenue has indeed received widespread praise.  Taking over the Interstellar Security Bureau from the military and completely transforming this military unit to protect the lives of civilians could have been an important achievement in President Hobet's re-election campaign, but now this link is in Hobet's favour.  Major General Linde's hand was completely broken, and the remaining part was turned into a mess, confusing the eyes of the media and tangled up in Hobet's feet.  He knows very well that as long as he doesn't handle it well, the mess on his feet is likely to go along with the trend and become a noose for his political life.  Independent justices have always been fearless, pursuing the truth as their purpose, and are notoriously difficult to deal with. The federal constitution gives independent justices this power, and they can even directly question Hobet in the form of a hearing, no matter the details.  Even privacy issues such as how many buns you ate at home yesterday and how many wrinkles there were can be included.  Although the president is protected by Act 9 and can refuse to answer in the name of national security, the Frostmourne incident has already touched upon the security foundation of the federation. Although the Act 9 method is still effective, it is bound to arouse greater concern among the people and the media.  Disgusted.  ¡°When I thought about this, and heard that the independent investigation team was preparing to arrange a hearing in a few days to directly question myself about the evidence they had investigated, President Hobet¡¯s already dark face became increasingly dark.  All kinds of evidence are very unfavorable to him. The independent investigation team seems to be bent on digging deep holes through the gap of NSSA to accumulate food and accumulate strength to defeat itself in one last move.  Hollinde is dead and all clues have been cut off. Even if Hobet can now distance himself from the leak, the Star Security Bureau is under the direct control of the President and the Cabinet after all. Regardless of personnel transfers or financial sources, it must  It must be approved by the President's Office to take effect. If the investigation team is convinced that NSSA and Hollind are the culprits who leaked the jump coordinates of the Ninth Expeditionary Fleet, then Hobet knows very well that the people will never naively admit that he and this  It doesn't matter at all.  The common people have always liked and been very good at adding details, and finally regarded the imagined things as reality. Hobet was born in an ordinary lawyer's family. His mother passed away. Outside the residence where his old father lived alone, there were gangsters from time to time shouting slogans that all traitors and their entire families should be killed.  He threw bricks and stones and used paint cans to write graffiti on the exterior wall. Although he arranged for someone to take care of him and wanted to take the elderly man to live with him, even his stubborn old father didn't even believe him. He decisively  rejected his offer.  The whole story is self-evident.  At this moment, Zou Yafu was fishing by the Moon Lake, Bugatti was exploring the secrets personally in Mu Yuesihuai's personal car, and Hobet was in front of the huge bulletproof glass window in the hexagonal presidential office, watching the White Tower not far away.  The westward sunlight gradually cast a dark shadow towards him, and he let out a long sigh.  There was a knock on the door, and Lecia, the executive director of the President's Office, opened the door and walked in, "Sorry, Mr. President, excuse me, frontline battle report" Hobert raised his thick eyebrows slightly, and looking at Lesia's expression, he vaguely guessed the battle report.  Content ¨C ??shouldn¡¯t be bad news.  At this time, he very much hoped that good news would come from the front line again and again. Only in this way could the public feel a little relieved from the humiliation caused by being ambushed and defeated by the Empire. This is why he ordered Lecia to be the first to receive battle reports from the front line.  Reason for time reporting.  The president waved his hand, indicating that Lecia didn't mind these etiquette things, and asked straight to the point, "Did you win the battle?" Lecia, who was in her forties and had always been calm and capable, showed a smile at this time, nodded, and then put her hand in her hand.  The information was handed to Hobet.  This is another habit of Hobet, who has been a lawyer for many years.He really likes paperless office. On the contrary, he has a special love for paper, an old-fashioned information carrier that smells of wood and lead-free ink.  Lecia has worked with Hobet in the Hexagon Office for more than seven years and understands the swarthy President¡¯s likes and dislikes.  The battle report is nothing more than two flimsy standard-format A4 papers, and one is a wordless front page used to block distracting eyes.  Hobet opened the top one, and suddenly felt his fingers were a little sore, and his knuckles made a creaking sound that only he could hear, like a puppet that had been abandoned in the utility room for many years and started to move again.  However, this small symptom that only appeared in the past month did not attract too much attention from Hobet. He raised his head and smiled at Lecia, lowered his eyes again, and focused all his attention on the second page that appeared in front of him.  superior.  Scanning the clear and lovely lines of regular photocopied fine print, Hobet somehow recalled in his mind the scene when he won the most glorious lawsuit in his life. This victory paved the way for him to become the chief justice of the federal government.  It can even be said that the victory of this lawsuit was the first cry of his political life.  At that time, he took the innocence certificate from the court judge. It seemed to be such a light but extremely heavy piece of paper Hobet's eyes were a little out of focus. Lucia on the side reminded him before he replied.  Come to your senses and keep reading.  "Pulao is secure, Yaju has been determined, and we are about to attack the Wind-Mocking Star in an all-out way" As he muttered softly, a rare smile finally appeared on Hobet's face.  At this time, there are still sixty-nine standard hours before Melewen implements his plan to assassinate Emperor Tie Qingyao.  And there are still seventy-three standard hours before the death of Federal President Hobet.  With the interstellar confrontation between armies, this universe is about to set off two of the largest political storms in history.
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