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Chapter 138 Occupying the Tarsonis UNN Headquarters Building
Mike Liberty, a 22-year-old assistant news editor, works in a cubicle on the second floor of the UNN headquarters building.His excellent grades in journalism at the University of Tarsonis allowed him to successfully enter the UNN universe news network.

Mike was a young man with blond hair and blue eyes. He was short to medium in stature, and he couldn't even stand out among the generally tall Tarsonis.

At 5:21 on May 30, Mike, who was on the night shift, had worked for more than four hours. The holographic projection analog clock displayed on the glass wall of the office cubicle clearly told him that he would not go home until 4 o'clock to sleep.

As the largest and most influential news company in the Tyrann Federation, UNN Cosmos News Network has countless subsidiaries, covering all the main star worlds and numerous colonies. The assets of UNN are not inferior to any monopoly enterprises belonging to the founding family, and their influence is enough to reverse the trend of public opinion. They have essentially monopolized the news industry of the Tyrann Federation.

As a matter of course, the studio and editorial office area of ​​UNN's headquarters building are running 24 hours a day, and news from various star regions, galaxies, and time periods are sent to Tarsonis non-stop.

Therefore, the UNN headquarters building not only needs someone to be on duty at night, but also the work cannot be stopped.Of course, the salary during this time period is also quite generous, which is why Mike is willing to suffer for it.

Since the last report in Keha IV, special correspondent Mike was transferred back to the UNN headquarters in Tarsonis to serve as an editorial assistant on the same day because of his unclear position.It is said that this incident even alarmed the "heavyweights" at the shareholders' meeting, and someone told Mike that he was almost fired.

For young Mike Liberty, the thrills of his career as a reporter in Korha IV had come to an end.Even so, Mike's curiosity and seemingly insatiable thirst for knowledge about the truth cloaked in lies and corruption tugged at him like a cat's paw.

Unlike the other paparazzi journalists in the headquarters who focus on the lace news of celebrities and fashion circles and the actions of Tarsonis nobles all day long, Mike is a person who dares to investigate the corruption inside the federal government and expose the truth.

Mike has his own set of standards for judging right and wrong, and his reports are always the one that is closest to the truth without any subjective additions or changes.

In today's UNN, there are very few such people, and the fate of Mike's outspoken and truth-telling predecessors can somewhat alert him to digging deeper into corrupt officials and the management of the founding family business When it comes to ugly stories, enough is enough—although this vigilance doesn't work every time Mike is about to discover the truth.

This rotten government can dig so much black material that it makes Mike drool. Scandals and truths that can fill the people with righteous indignation will undoubtedly greatly increase the ratings. Angry and strangled.

In order to release the news smoothly, editors often polish Mike's reports. After layers of revisions, his carefully prepared manuscripts will be revised beyond recognition.

Even so, Mike is still tirelessly completing his work, hoping that one day he can get a news column or even the position of editor-in-chief with his talent, and then let the people of the entire Tyrann Federation see the big news he broke.

But the dream is out of reach for those in Tarsonis who have not yet fallen into the life of drunkenness. Mike, the current assistant news editor, still lives a boring life of clocking in at work.

Mike's daily job is to find breaking news that can satisfy the editor-in-chief Anderson from the complicated and nonsensical news sent back from various planets in the federal territory, so as to stop the chattering mouths of the executive directors.

When the numbers on the clock jumped to 0:55, Mike finally finished processing the documents at hand.Now the reports on Korhal IV have taken up one-third of the news boards, and more people are beginning to understand that riots are not just happening on this planet.

While worried about the fate of the people of Keha IV, Mike also knew that he was powerless to change all this.He shook his head, drank a cup of coffee to refresh himself, then stood up and walked out of his cubicle to the toilet.

At this time, some editorial assistants and editors who were changing shifts were walking to the office area, and Mike greeted some familiar people.

"Old Vormirian, I heard that your son was admitted to the University of Tarsonis. I look forward to the day when that kid inherits his father's career." Mike said.

"Yeah, that kid, he makes me so proud!"

Mike stayed in the toilet for nearly 15 minutes, and didn't come out until 1:15 in the morning. After washing his face, he walked slowly towards his job. He thought that even the destruction of Tarsonis would not stop him from fishing.

But at this moment Mike keenly noticed that something was wrong in the aisle in the building. Usually there would be at least one guard in black uniform standing guard there.

These tough guys with big arms and round waists are all retired soldiers, and they are enough to deal with any criminals who want to sneak into the headquarters building.Every aisle, elevator, and stairway are guarded day and night by guards equipped with magnetic capture nets, stun guns, and batons. From the perspective of those executive directors, this is undoubtedly a very strict defense.

After all, this is the headquarters building of the news company, not a bank or a military fortress, and there are no marines in power armor stationed here.

Although Mike has always called the Marine Corps a criminal concentration camp, and believes that the most notorious criminals and hopeless villains in the Tyranid Federation have entered the Marine Corps, they will never leave their posts during working hours.

Although no one has broken into the headquarters building in the last 50 years, there are always vagrants and thieves from the slums trying to sneak in and steal something.

Moreover, the UNN headquarters building is in the center of the central city of Tarsonis City, next to Bennett and Terra Sky Tower, so neither riots nor demonstrations can cause trouble here.

When the Battle of Kailian broke out, a group of Tarsonis citizens wanted to attack the headquarters building because they were dissatisfied with UNN's false reports, but they were driven away by the Tarsonis police before they could gather.It's also a rare time for them to be efficient and reliable, not because the Tarsonis Police Department gets a huge batch of extra money from the UNN every year.

After two more steps, a guard who was lying down in the corridor asked Mike to rub his eyes, but when he was about to shout or do something, the hypnotic gas had already entered his chest during one breath. in the blood circulation system.

Mike passed out in utter terror.

……

When Mike woke up again, he found himself surrounded by a group of strangers holding mini electromagnetic pistols. There were about 12 of them in total, wearing the same gas masks as himself.Mike's first instinct was to play dead, and he was immediately aware of these unprecedented terrorist attacks.

What are these people here for?I heard that Anderson, the editor-in-chief of UNN, stuffed the basement of the headquarters building with black materials of dignitaries, and if you connect them, you can go around Tarsonis——

"Mr. Mike Liberty, our leader is grateful for the kindness you have shown to the people of Korha IV in your reports." A man wearing a gas mask and holding a slender electromagnetic rifle in his hand said to Mike Say.His voice sounded like the roar of an old bellows, as if broken metal scraped against the wall, which sounded very uncomfortable.

"You better open your eyes, I know you're awake."

"." Mike could only sit up, even though his hands and feet were not bound, he didn't dare to play tricks.When he looked at these people around him, Mike thought of some possibility, but he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"We are the Revolutionary Army. To be precise, we are agents." The other party replied.

"Oh——you're a psyker." Although Mike was still very scared, he was not a person who would shrink back in the face of danger.

When Mike looked around, he was surprised to find that this was the broadcasting room of the UNN headquarters building. The walls were covered with notes of major news, cameras, screens with constantly jumping pictures, and paper like snowflakes all over the floor.Typically, regular employees like Mike work on the fourth floor of the UNN building.

Those who were supposed to be here to work were slumped, dragged into a pile in a corner by the agents.

"Are they dead?" Mike asked tremblingly.

"They just passed out," Ghost said. "The paralytic gas we put through the air conditioning system wasn't lethal."

"We kept you awake and just thought someone should remember what happened today," he said. "I know you'll be with us in the end. If you write a solid report, the universe will know what happened today." what happened."

"We don't hurt innocent people, today we are just here to expose the truth."

Mike didn't know how to answer. From what this person said, he could know that these people should be from the Keha Revolutionary Army.However, even if Mike had reported the real situation on Korhal IV and won the favor of these radicals, it did not mean that he was absolutely safe.

It sounds like he's at the center of a big news, tomorrow the entire Federation will be bombarded by the attack on the UNN headquarters.Like any normal reporter, excitement gradually overwhelmed fear in young Mike.

"Why are you attacking here?" Mike asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," the agent said.

Mike hated charades, but he didn't dare to get to the bottom of it.

At this time, Mike noticed that some agents were operating something in front of the terminal computer in the studio-they were either downloading data or uploading it.

In any case, the executive directors will surely jump their feet in anger, and the leadership outside the general meeting will undergo a major shake-up and lose their jobs.

At this moment, except for the sound of footsteps and fans, the interior of the UNN headquarters building is silent.No matter how much time has passed, the Tarsonis Police Department and the Federal Security Service and a series of people responsible for this must be sleeping in their warm beds.

Everyone was silently doing what they were doing.

Until the picture on the main screen of the studio suddenly changed, replaced by a solemn hall flying the federal flag.The image played above is being synchronized to several main star worlds closest to it via the signal tower of Tarsonis, and then continues to spread around these main star worlds.

It was night on one side of Tarsonis, but day on the other.In other words, there may be hundreds of millions of Tyrens watching this program on all the colonized planets of the Tyranid Federation at this very moment.

Mike couldn't help looking over, there were at least 30 holographic projection screens playing the same picture.He could almost tell at a glance that the one in the picture was the Hall of Reason, the Nagfal Council Hall in Tarsonis City.

The faces of those people in the hall of reason are all too familiar to Mike. Mike can recite the appearance and political orientation of every politician by heart, and most of the patriarchs of the founding families are too low-key to be recognized by the public. As you know, these big families with a long history don't like to pack themselves in a high-profile way.

A meeting of the Federal Parliament, which of course is not allowed to be filmed normally.From the point of view of the camera, this should be shot by a participant, because it shows his own perspective.

"The issue read below is a proposal to use an apocalyptic nuclear bomb to destroy Korhal IV—" The speaker was the well-known politician Westion McMaster, who was known for leading the effective Tarsonis new plan. Known for his economic policies and the Rim Sector Grant Program that bears his name.

"What?" Mike froze.

"What is he saying?"

". Release the nuclear bomb! Turn Korha IV into scorched earth!"

"It's not true." Mike still couldn't recover from the shock.

"My God, does this old bastard know what he's talking about?" Mike's face turned black: "This is a massacre, it's genocide, and this is the truth."

"We can already expect protest marches everywhere, the federal parliament will be discredited - as bad as they are."

Mike can think about what happened in the areas where riots broke out and were quickly quelled. Since the federal parliament can use nuclear bombs, they can use all other weapons.

"Now, the people of the Federation already know what heinous things their government can do." The agent on the side said to Mike calmly, while the other agents had already started to retreat the moment the data was uploaded.

"These bastards! Some of them can bear it now." Mike scolded.

"Before I leave, Mr. Berletti, I sincerely invite you to join the Revolutionary Army," he said.

"Revolutionary Army" Mike seriously considered the invitation: "But what can I do? I can't even carry a gun."

"Just do what you are good at. Here you are just an unknown employee. And in the channel of the Revolutionary Army, you are the editor-in-chief of the new UNN." The ghost agent said.

"It's a very tempting proposal. To be precise, you hit my weakness with just one word." While Mike was still thinking about it, a large number of police yachts and armed spaceships had already appeared in the sky above Tarsonis City.

According to the normal promotion situation, Mike would not be able to mix into the editorial position until he was at least 30 years old, but he was not yet sure whether he should ditch his stable job for a job where he could get shot at any time.

"Well, you can think about it and contact us now, for your safety." The ghost agent said to Mike before disappearing: "You should pass out like them."

Then Mike felt a blow to his face.

(End of this chapter)