Daniels nodded to her towards the hologram, but strangely found that the face of this usually calm woman had an extremely imperceptible change, as an elite member of the Investigation Bureau, Daniels, who has been specially trained in various interrogations, is especially good at observing words and colors, and he obviously felt at this time that although Sofia in front of him was still smiling, it was a little stiff.

Facial features that strongly restrain emotions after a change in a very close family member or friend. He mentally recited the textbook description of such expressions with great precision.

"How did he go to Zoroaster? Are you sure he was being held by Fakhle? A bureau-level JAB official? This is almost equivalent to a declaration of war...... How dare he ......" Sofia's expression was still the same, but in his tone he seemed to have completely abandoned the disguise of that concern.

"I think you've finally figured it out, ma'am, this farce is a declaration of war by a family with a mob from beginning to end, and war has to be responded to with blood and fire, which is what I'm doing, and that's the end of your mission, you can leave the camera and continue your campaign speech." Belém ordered the eviction.

"Cooper, old man, I think you already know about this incident, right?" Belen opened the holographic communication panel to dial the phone, and a reserve officer in the uniform of a volunteer general jumped into the screen almost instantaneously at the moment of the communication request.

"Yes, sir, and we're already working on it." The commander of the 7th Special Brigade of the Volunteer Army, Alexander Great. Cooper was originally Belen's deputy when he was in the First Fleet of the Silver Alliance, and after retiring from the army, he joined the Security Council Volunteer Army to command the most elite Seventh Special Brigade.

He swept the visual lens in his hand in front of him, and he could see that he was in the combat command room of a certain battleship, in addition to the red, green, and green directional lights and busy controllers all over the room, on the holographic simulation sand table behind him, the officers at all levels of the special brigade were doing some kind of combat drills, and several of his deputies were issuing various instructions to the troops through the panel.

"Well done, Cooper." He has complete confidence in the abilities of his 'real' subordinates.

"But remember to ask the UNDP troublemakers for a detailed account of the planets of Zoroaster." Belen said in a deep voice.

"Their geophysical team used to do a full survey within the standard process." He patiently explained.

"In your exercise, you should add the part of ground attack, pay special attention to the cave of the planet Bachman, where there may be a military factory in Fakhl or something, and give priority to attacking." He was proud of his heart.

"After the drill, give me a copy of your final detailed information, I want to know the results of the simulation." He wants to be in control.

"Yes, sir!" Cooper replied loudly, because he was also a retired general, and after joining the Security Committee, he could no longer continue to call generals in the past, he knew that what Belém hated most was titles such as 'lord' or 'chairman', as a soldier he refused to sink in the bureaucratic system, and 'sir' was undoubtedly the only name that Belén could accept.

He knew the consistent requirements of his superiors, that the dialogue should be short and direct, the personality should be frank and straightforward, and the battle should be obedient and brave. The troops need to keep pace with him, pursue his heart and arms, and move his will.

"This thing is a mistake...... Lord Rosenwell. After closing the call with Cooper, Belén discovered that Sofia was still there.

"That's what you think, it's none of my business." He said impatiently.

"You have no right to make any decision on military operations without my permission." Sofia reminded.

"You're right, so once I get the results of the calculation, I will personally go to Chairman Wen, as long as he is willing to authorize the signing, your signature will no longer matter. Don't you understand? Again, Madam, this is already a war, and as a non-military category, I can choose to ignore it! Belen smiled dominantly.

"Belen, I beg you, you haven't fully figured out this matter, no matter what, the Kezmians are still citizens of the Silver Alliance, you will make a big mistake by sending troops to suppress them, and you have to think about the hostages who have been taken captive, they are all members of the government of the Silver Alliance, do you want Fakhl to put them all to death?" Sofia's mood had softened somewhat, which made Belen feel a satisfaction that he had never felt before.

"In a woman's opinion, how could I allow Fakhl to slaughter hostages? Why do you think I chose the Special Forces for this mission? Is this still questioned by a person who does not understand military methods at all? Let's just say that the effect of this tactic is that it is a crushing operation that will make the subsequent rescue operation twice as effective with half the effort, and save you from your mergivious and compassionate hypocrisy, and the war should be decided by the soldiers. He said heroically.

"Don't worry, beauty, I will save your little lover." Belen suddenly said with a smile, which surprised the unprepared Daniel, who looked at Belen and then at Sofia in embarrassment, but the face of the beautiful lady did not show any expression that could make Belen happy.

"Robert. Kent, this is your baby bump, and I don't think you will care if the others are dead. "Belen intends to add another fire to the lit firewood.

"Belém. Lord Rosenwell, you're hopeless......" Sofia sighed softly.

"And disaster is coming......" She stared into his eyes, and the image of her sitting upright slowly disappeared from the far end of the conference table.