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Chapter 32 Who is the Federation (Part )

Brother Xun once said that human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same.

Judging from the number of living beings in the world, since there is a certain young man here having fun with his newly acquired skills, then there must be someone under the same sky who is not very happy...

Ok……

It should be said that he is quite unhappy!
  As one of the few international metropolises in the Federation, Los Angeles’ urban area alone covers thousands of square kilometers. Such a wide space is still more than enough even after housing more than 300 million permanent residents. Therefore, there are some particularly remote and boring areas. , locals rarely go there even throughout their lives.

Kate Street, located in the northeastern part of Los Angeles, is such a place.

On an L-shaped short street backed by an artificial forest, seven or eight buildings with a maximum of only three or four floors are sparsely arranged. Occasionally broken window glass and dusty rolling shutter doors reveal the uninhabited status of the buildings.

According to common sense, such a house should have been touched by gangsters or vagrants on a dark and stormy night. They would use sticks to let the shaky door lock die, and then remove the slightly valuable items inside. The gadgets have been looted, and they will never be left intact until now.

Regarding this question, the thin gray metal signs nailed to the outer walls of these houses can probably give people a reasonable explanation.

[Owner of assets: Federal Tax Service]

All right! In the face of the notorious IRS, not to mention gangsters, even homeless people with no property will have to stay away - just in case the tax policemen with great powers find a record from somewhere and say that they have zero dollars. I didn’t pay tax when I purchased it, what should I do if I sent it in?
  There are no sweet leaves for you to fly in prison...

...Maybe there is, but it will definitely not fall into the hands of a homeless man like you.

Besides, some brave guys have already climbed through the windows and looked inside. There is nothing inside except broken tables, chairs, lamps and packing boxes. These buildings are probably just idle waste warehouses of the tax bureau. No one will care about whether they can be sold. Interested in money stuff.

To sum up, except for the occasional lost foreign car passing by, this place is usually extremely quiet and there are no people around.

Today, the rumbling sound broke the usual tranquility. It was probably because the road conditions here were like a lunar sinkhole. Someone finally made it to the city hall. Several construction machines were working in full swing on the blocked street.

Different from the hustle and bustle above the head, the atmosphere in an office located dozens of meters below has dropped to freezing point.

"The complete losses have been calculated. In the attack on the evening of December 12, 24 members of our combat team died, were seriously injured, and were slightly injured...

Fourteen support team agents died, five were seriously injured, and 11 were slightly injured...

Eleven ordinary guards died, three were seriously injured, and five were slightly injured. The security director was injured and comatose and has not yet woken up...

Eight civilian staff were killed and eight were slightly injured. The main entrance on the ground was seriously damaged and is under construction and repair...

The four areas of the underground base were all attacked to varying degrees, with the storage area suffering the most serious losses. All the collections in warehouses A2, A4, and B1 were lost, and 2% of the collections in warehouse B40 were lost..."

"The total number of attackers should be between 80 and 100. The enemy first used some method to paralyze the outer defensive array, and then some attacked from the ground entrance, and some entered the drainage system from the underground river. In a very short time, A passage has been dug into the interior of the base, and it is suspected that there is at least one related ability user above level three...

At the same time, at the junction of the scientific research area and the storage area, an unknown force communicated with the lower alien plane and summoned a large number of undead and monsters. The energy fluctuation level was at least level four. It is currently impossible to determine whether it was caused by individuals or items..."

"The individual attacker self-destructed immediately after death, manifesting itself as igniting extremely corrosive black flames. It was initially judged to be a witchcraft ritual. After death, he automatically sacrificed his body and soul to a mysterious existence in order to escape me. Fang Chacha..."

"It is also worth mentioning that the sudden rainfall in the city on the night of the 24th was later determined to be caused by the interference of supernatural forces. It is speculated that it was to cooperate with the attack..."

After reading the lengthy report in her hand, the silver-grey-haired old lady sat down and poured herself a cup of coffee.

After a while, there was still no one in the office. As the federal department responsible for dealing with supernatural events, the Special Investigation Bureau is backed by superpowers and has many elite soldiers and generals. It has always been famous among the hidden circles of extraordinary people.

Now, someone actually knocked on the door of his residence, not only killing and injuring many people, but also openly taking away a large number of precious collections!

Such a serious and vicious incident has never happened even during the Cold War!

In the deathly silence, someone finally couldn't help but break the silence.

"Your Excellency, Branch Chief, such a vicious attack is an open challenge to the federal government! I request immediate action to investigate all suspected organizations!"

Temporary Deputy Security Director, Squadron Leader Blake Gore gritted his teeth and shouted to the person behind the desk word by word.

"First of all, let's start with the so-called Hualian. They are the large organization closest to our station. These yellow-skinned pagans must know something!
  Enter their headquarters for a comprehensive search and require them to hand over all personnel information for comparison! "

"Come on!" Orange-yellow hot flames burst out from the beautifully carved antique lighter, igniting a nearby Marlboro and illuminating the face of an elderly white man.

Sitting behind the desk in the luxurious leather sofa chair, Davis put away his lighter, raised his head and replied:

"Investigation and questioning are normal procedures, but Captain Black, stationing in their headquarters to investigate would be too radical. There is no need for that."

"Sir, I personally think it is very necessary! Not only the Hualian Chamber of Commerce, but also other organizations should be subject to the same investigation!"

Blackgore raised his chin slightly and said in a somewhat inexplicable tone.

"This is a chance, sir! A chance to make the West Coast fully Union!

From land to sea, from under the sun to into the night, every corner is a complete opportunity for the Federation!
  There should be no other colors on the pure white land of the Federation! "

Davis, Director of the West Coast Branch of the Special Investigation Bureau, looked at the new subordinate who was transferred from the military not long ago, and the deep nasolabial folds on both sides of his cheeks twitched.

How long had it been since you left New York to hear this kind of bullshit mixed with white supremacy and federal supremacy?
  He suddenly felt a little headache. Maybe every so-called elite who was transferred back from overseas military bases felt like this?

They have been soaked in the local wine and the bosom of indigenous girls for too long. They have been lost in the flowers and awe. They think that as long as the stars and stripes behind them are waved gently, they can be as omnipotent as God. They have no idea of ​​the real truth behind this world. Run the rules.

Communicating with them is such a waste of energy, it's like being a kindergarten teacher when dealing with new students.

Davis blinked in distress. Well, considering the connections behind him, as an elder, he would reluctantly teach him some life experience today.

“Of course I know how bad the attack was?
  I also knew that this meant challenging the federal government, and I also knew that the investigation should really start with the larger organizations around here...

But Mr. Black, before discussing what we can do, we must first clarify one issue——

Who is the United States?

Who is the Federation? "

　Ah, it’s such an unexpected surprise that I can actually go to the step of testing the waters!
  　　My writing is so bad, everyone is too tolerant (^ω^)
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)