They were angry at the murder of Madam Speaker, and the withdrawal of the fleet was probably the most direct expression of this anger by the Kanders. Sophia has her own answer to Campbell's questioning in her heart.

"So if, I mean, if Wen Zhong forces the Kander away, and the Speaker's seat becomes vacant, the Kander will not send another lady to her death under inexplicable circumstances......" Camber analyzed.

"Once the parliament receives the presidential order and goes to a vote, it is very likely that it will be up to humanity to decide whether or not to start the war. Having grown up in the shadow of the Bunchu after many years, the Cooperative Party has a clear tendency to cling, and they have a majority in Parliament, and if either of the two parties seconds it, the war could start from there. ”

"You mean to let me, the candidate, interfere in the voting of the Joint Parliament?" Sophia, who finally understood what was going on, looked at Bill with a smile. Campbell.

"Using your connections, if I'm not mistaken, Leader of the Council, Gerard. Ferguson should be your man, and as long as the Humanist Party can insist on voting against it, his wishful thinking will be completely reimbursed. The deep-rooted tradition of peace in the liberal party cannot be changed by a single Wen Zhong. ”

The breeze was blowing, bringing the scent of the lake not far below the Son's Thanksgiving Building, and Sophia gently combed the soft hair on her sideburns with her fingers, tucking the blown hair behind her ears. For the first time, she finally began to scrutinize the handsome young man in front of her, his eyes were piercing, with pupils the color of the sea, and two distinctly thick eyebrows characteristic of the Kezmians, which concentrated the handsomeness of his face on the ends of his eyebrows.

He was handsome and impressive, and she couldn't help but think of the young man of Kezmia last night.

"Avoid war...... It's all up to you with Michael. What did Haydn seek? Sophia smiled at the corners of her mouth, as if she was inadvertently mentioning a trivial matter.

"Exactly." Campbell looked unmistakable, acquiescing to Sophia's words.

"If this is the chief of staff's compassionate offer, I will seriously consider it......" Sophia nodded. That's a reminder, but what about that warning? She asked Campbell.

"The pill you just took, I happen to know its inventor......" Campbell squeezed his coffee cup and played silently with it in his hand.

"Really? Then we have one more mutual friend. Sophia didn't seem surprised, and rushed at Bill. Campbell smiled.

"In fact, he's kind of a part of our little team, I mean Michael, no...... I don't mean that...... Team. Seeing that Sophia's face had finally changed, Campbell hurriedly waved his hand and tried to explain.

"I mean he's in danger......" he hurriedly threw out the point in embarrassment. For Tom. We lost a young life to the investigation of the Holland space station, and he was the last witness......"

"Really...... How...... You mean, Robert he ......" Sophia was a little moved.

"The sacrifice of our companions is the same as the death of Madam Speaker." Campbell explained.

"Shadowless Man?!" Look at Bill. Campbell nodded solemnly, and Sophia frowned, almost immediately thinking in her mind.

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Whispers run rampant in the dark ditches, and once they emerge from the filth in a grand manner, burst out of the filthy bubbles and flutter through the market, washed by the sun and rain, they become flattery and praise.

It is presented in front of people, accompanied by false smiles and cheap tears, with selfish or unknown purposes, exaggerating the facts, burying the truth.

--- excerpt from "The Way Back of Hope" by Florence. Kasumba

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At night, the stars, the drizzle, the wide streets, the lights everywhere. On the ground, in mid-air, the traffic is staggered, thousands of lights are weaving, the bustling business district, and the large holographic advertising screens, on which the models are showing the carcasses of various automata.

Fazani hurried through the crowd, dressed in civilian clothes, wearing a Caravani-style felt-brimmed hat, with his hands in the pockets of his coat, and scurrying along the way.

I had just finished participating in the famous GNC late-night program "The Bohr Conan Show" in the famous Silver Alliance, and I was getting out of a taxi that only knew the way rigidly.

He didn't have the habit of carrying a flexible beam umbrella with him, let alone a rain shelter field, the misty rain wet him and his coat in an instant, his heart was disgusted, his face was gloomy, and he avoided it, pushed, and cursed in the never-ending flow of people holding his watch, mouth, and giggling......

When the applause and standing cheers of the audience were over, Fazzani immediately went backstage to grab his coat and left. He didn't know how to enter and exit through the back door in the middle of nowhere, so he had to push away countless hands, push away countless eager faces holding their watches waiting for autographs, expose himself to the frenzied flashing lights, and run away from the set building as if by car.

If it weren't for Zhu'er. Greenras gave him what he called a 'military order', and if it weren't for the coercion of the Navy's media and public relations department, he Fazani would not want to join all this.

The Military Commission promoted him to the post of "Miracle", from brigadier general to major general, and after pouring a soup of ecstasy at the celebration party, he asked him to sing praises for the Military Commission.

God knows how dissatisfied they were with this top-down arrangement when they were originally assigned the task.

According to the original Stokes. Colonel Navarro secretly told him what the military commissar of that grumpy Savic. Ahmed, who had threatened him with a failed mission, would remove Fazzani and his 'yolks' and send them to the Military Discipline Court for dereliction of duty.

Now, the 'egg yolk' finally doesn't need to be pinched, and the prison doesn't have to squat anymore, but these damn hypocritical meaningless propaganda almost killed him Fazzani!

In just a few days, many media and non-governmental organizations' press conferences, meet-and-greets, and commendation meetings have already made him annoyed. In the face of many interviews, those misinterpreted quotations, deliberate evasions, and sharp questions made him indignant. Not to mention that this has the means to reach the sky, and directly find the chairman of the Military Commission, Robert. Lu Chamberlain put pressure on him for a late-night show, it was a disaster!