Belen shook his head, tensed his body, and walked impatiently around the quiet conference room.

"Let's talk about countermeasures, people won't think about it if they don't come together, or what?" He suddenly complained to the dozen or so officials who had already arrived in the conference room.

The meeting room continued to be silent, because of the rush of time, some officials were summoned here temporarily, they looked at each other, and asked each other with their eyes, obviously not yet fully understanding the current situation.

"Your Excellency, I believe that a special investigation into the specific situation in Zoroaster is necessary before the situation escalates." The officer-in-charge of the Integrated Administration of the Kezmians, Bill Murphy. Seeing that everyone was silent, Belen's face became more and more ugly, and he decided to take the lead in opening the embarrassing situation.

"Research?" Belen frowned, "Who gives you that luxury of time now?" Didn't you hear Fakhl say, they are independent, they are a country of their own! And what we have to do is to come up with the best way to quell this nonsense riot in the fastest possible time! ”

"But Fakhl is so fearless." Bill explained his point. "Maybe his Zoroasdrri is hiding some secret that we don't know."

"His Zoroaster?" Belen stared at him suddenly. "You're also of the Kezmian race, aren't you?" He was suspicious, Bill. Camp has a handsome face, a healthy wheat complexion and thick black eyebrows, and is clearly a typical Kezmian.

"My father is, my mother is not." Bill's expression was calm.

"Are you your father's seed?" Belen continued to stare at him.

"Of course."

"So what's there to worry about?" Belen came to his conclusion, and Bill had to smile slightly awkwardly and stop talking.

"Okay, I'll take your opinion into account." The vice chairman was perfunctory, twisting his face to the side, not wanting to bother with Campbell anymore.

"What about the others, what do you have to say?" He asked.

Silently, as a recognized expert on the Kezmians, Bill. Campbell shut up, and who in the room could have come up with any better advice.

A bunch of idiots who eat rice! Belen couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"I'm late, everyone, oh, Mr. Belen, I didn't expect you to be the host of the meeting." A young man in a long-collared robe hurriedly pushed the door in, because of the mute force field, until he entered the force field to speak, and the people in the conference room noticed.

"Well, Ethan, you're a little late." Belen nodded, looking milder at the young man's arrival.

Fakhle's declaration of independence caused some Kezmiya trade unions to declare a strike, and almost all of Angel City's ground transportation network was affected. I glanced at the office when I came, and Joan from the General Intelligence Department. Riggett is showing our director a short-term analysis chart of the affected industries that we have rushed out. ”

Ethan. Daniels, who came from the special intelligence department of the Military Council of the Alliance, had been in contact with many departments of the Security Council because of the sporadic terrorist investigations of the Kezmians, and he knew most of the officials present. Campbell smiled slightly.

"It's all under consideration." Belen groaned.

"Do you have any ideas for a direct solution to these crises? Ethan? He asked expectantly.

"Me? Not yet. Daniels smiled embarrassedly, am I a fairy? Bill. Campbell added a line to his smile in his heart.

"But I think the situation should be brought under control first, and all the information should be reported to Ms. Heinrich of Chilian as soon as possible." Daniels then gave his advice.

"Is the Countess in Chilian?" Belen didn't know about this, what did this woman do in Chilian?

"Last weekend, sir, I didn't report to you at the invitation of Chairman Luo Woli of the Development Committee to attend the biennial Multi-Ethnic Agricultural Trade Forum in the New Town." Secretary Sheila said.

"Agricultural trade? What trade forum does she go to as the chairman of the Security Committee? Belen frowned.

"Madam Chairman, who is also a shareholder of the Heisenberg chaebol Chilian Agribusiness Group......"

"Oh...... I forgot her true capital identity. Belen nodded

Picked a good time to say that the kezmia shit that was originally within her power was asked me to clean it up for you, he said to himself.

"Then let her go back to Angel City immediately and take her people to deal with this matter quickly." He announced to the secretary.

"I have sent a message at the first time, sir, but has been rejected by the other party, her staff officer Richard. Mr. Nunnis had just replied that Madam Vice-Chair had already booked a week's itinerary in Chilian and could not return early. ”

"What arrangement is more important than the riots in Zoroaster? After all these years, she still can't tell the priorities? Tell her to come back now and tell her that I want her report tonight! Belen commanded again.

"She can't help it, Lord Vice-President, the personnel of Qilian Hui Puxing need to stay in the decompression chamber for at least two days due to air pressure problems, and I don't think the solution to this matter can wait so long." Bill. Kemp couldn't help but interject.

"It's amazing!" Belén couldn't help but shout sarcasm.

With less than one Terr's air pressure difference and no more than ten examples of illness in total, the paranoid pedants of the Traffic Management Bureau were able to formulate such a thunderous clause.

Decompression chambers are only available in the wards of the city's airport passenger transport centers or large medical institutions, and they can't let the people of the safety committee flock to make a collective fool of themselves in that kind of public place, and if it's just a hologram conference, it doesn't matter if it's not in Angel City, but in the end she still has to personally command her disgusting subordinates.

Rice bucket, what a rice bucket......

"Then let her go to this damn meeting!" He yelled at the secretary.

"I'm already here, Rosenwell." At the other end of the table, the Executive Vice-Chairman of the Security Council, Sofia Murphy. Friedrich. Countess Heinrich sits elegantly upright, and the high-frame holographic projection equipment on the ceiling depicts her image almost indistinguishably from a real person.

The glamorous lady was dressed in the uniform of a Silver Alliance official, the silver brooch of the executive chairman on her chest shimmered in the spotlight, and her fingers were crossed on her chest, with a quiet smile on her face.