Fake Mechanic

President Hobbett had a rough time.

The media now has all sorts of venomous tongues, unanimously pointing their finger at the Presidential Palace, insinuating Frostmourne's leaking charges on him, whether it is explicitly saying that he is a traitor and collaborating with the enemy, or secretly implying that he is ineffective, In short, all the staff in the President's Office know that Mr. Hobbett is in a bad mood recently, and no one dares to make mistakes at this juncture, so everyone is tense, and the director of the President's Office, Ms. The recently submitted media news has been shortened, so as not to upset Mr. President.

Although everyone did not believe that Mr. Hobbett, who has always been upright, would betray the Federation, the suicide of Major General Hollind has almost given a clear signal to many mainstream media.

Is there anything more telling than the head of the NSSA committing suicide in fear of crime?The Star Field Security Bureau has always been independent of the military. In order to increase the confidence and enthusiasm of the federal public for tourism, President Hobert deliberately proposed to the military that the presidential cabinet should be responsible for the overall management. The establishment of NSSA back then cooperated with the cabinet and the legacy Yu's efforts to promote interstellar tourism to increase taxation have indeed received wide acclaim.

Taking over the Interstellar Security Agency from the military, allowing this military unit to completely transform and protect the lives of civilians, this could have been an important achievement for President Hobbett's re-election campaign, but now this link is in Hobbett's office. Major General Linde's hand was completely severed, and the rest was a mess, confusing the eyes of the media and entangled Hobbett's feet.

He knew very well that as long as he didn't deal with it properly, the mess on his feet would likely follow the trend and become a noose for his political life.

Independent judges have always been fearless. They aim to pursue the truth. They are notoriously difficult to deal with. The federal constitution grants independent judges this power, and they can even ask Hobbett directly in the form of a hearing. No matter how many buns you ate at home yesterday, how many creases the buns have, etc. can be included.

Although the president is also protected by the Ninth Act, he can refuse to answer in the name of national security, but the Frostmourne incident has already involved the security foundation of the Federation. Although the Ninth Act is still effective, it will inevitably lead to greater anger among the public and the media. disgusted.

Thinking of this, and hearing that the independent investigation team had planned to arrange a hearing in a few days, and directly questioned himself about the evidence they investigated, President Hobbett's already slightly dark face became less and less sunny.

All kinds of evidence are against him. The independent investigation team seems to be obsessed with digging a deep hole from the nssa gap to accumulate food, accumulating strength and defeating him in one fell swoop.

Hollind is dead, and all the clues have been cut off. Even if Hobert can disentangle himself from the leaking incident, the Star Field Security Bureau is directly managed by the president and the cabinet after all. Regardless of personnel transfer or financial sources, it must It can only take effect after the approval of the President's Office. If the investigation team can confirm that NSSA and Hollind are the culprits who leaked the jump coordinates of the Ninth Expeditionary Fleet, then Hobert knows very well that the public will never naively recognize himself and this It doesn't matter at all.

The common people have always liked it and are very good at adding things. In the end, they regarded imaginary things as reality. Hobbett was born in an ordinary lawyer family. His mother passed away, and outside the residence where his old father lived alone, there were already bastards shouting slogans of traitors and the whole family. Throwing bricks and rocks, and scribbling on the outer wall with paint cans, although he arranged for someone to take care of him, and wanted to bring the old man to live with him, but even the stubborn old father didn't even believe him very much. refused his offer.

The whole story is self-evident.

At this moment, Zou Yafu is fishing by Moon Lake, Bugatti is exploring the secrets in Muyue Sihuai's private car, and Hobert is watching the White Tower not far away in front of the huge bulletproof glass window in the hexagonal presidential office. The westward sun gradually cast a dark shadow on his side, and he let out a long sigh.

There was a knock on the door, and Leicia, the executive director of the President's Office, opened the door and walked in, "Excuse me, Mr. President, please excuse me, Frontline Battle Report..."

Hobert raised his thick eyebrows slightly, and seeing Leicia's expression, he vaguely guessed the content of the battle report—it shouldn't be bad news.

At this time, he very much hoped that the frontline would receive good news repeatedly, and only in this way could he slightly relieve the shame of being ambushed and defeated by the imperials in the hearts of the people. Reason for reporting time.

The president waved his hand, indicating that Leicia didn't mind these etiquette things, and asked straight to the point, "Did you win the battle?"

Leicia, who was always calm and capable in her 40s, showed a slight smile at this moment, nodded, and then handed the information in her hand to Hobet.

This is another habit of Hobbett, a lawyer for many years. He doesn't like paperless office very much. On the contrary, he has a special love for paper, an old-fashioned information carrier that exudes the smell of logs and lead-free ink.

Recia has worked with Hobbett in the Hexagon Office for more than seven years, and understands the likes and dislikes of the dark-faced Mr. President.

The battle report is just two sheets of A4 paper in standard format, and the other is a wordless front page used to block idle eyes.

Hobbett lifted the top one, and suddenly felt his fingers a little sore, and his knuckles made a creaking sound that only he could hear, like a puppet that had been discarded in the utility room for many years began to move again.

However, this small symptom that only appeared in the last month did not attract much attention from Hobert. He raised his head and smiled at Leicia, lowered his eyes again, and focused all his attention on the second page that appeared in front of him. superior.

Scanning the lines of clear and lovely neat photocopied small print, Hobbett somehow recalled the scene when he won the most glorious lawsuit in his life, and this victory laid the foundation for him to step on the road to becoming the Chief Justice of the Federation. It can even be said that the victory of this lawsuit is the first cry of his political life.

At that time, receiving the innocence certificate from the judge in court seemed to be such a light but extremely heavy piece of thin paper...

Hobbett's eyes were a little out of focus, and Lucia on the side reminded him before he came back to his senses and continued reading.

"Pulao is stable, Yazi has been decided, and we are about to attack Xiaofengxing in an all-round way..."

While muttering softly, a rare smile finally appeared on Hobbett's face.

At this time, there were still 69 standard hours before Mo Lewen carried out his plan to assassinate Emperor Tie Qingyao.

There are still 73 standard hours before the death of Confederate President Hobert.

Along with the interstellar confrontation of armies, this universe is about to set off two of the largest political storms in history.