Robert stood by the window, admiring the fern vine trees that grew densely in the André Lake District National Natural Forest in the distance.

At this time, the sparkling water of the lake was swaying with the wind, and the lake reflected the towering Yinmeng Security Committee building on Kono Island, which reminded him of that gorgeous and noble face, and Robert suddenly turned his head in disgust, and paced back and forth in the room.

This period of idle debriefing has made him often restless, and he is looking forward to the head of the bureau, Dennis. Morgan can send him to colonize planets again to deal with stalled development projects or any other trivial matters, and he is always willing to devote himself to it.

But his bureau-class car, the Apostle, is still in Facht's hands, and perhaps it was converted into a combat frigate by this crazy old man.

The crisis of the Telamon Silverleague colonization was the main reason why he was willing to return to the City of Angels from Joanna's warm and comfortable home this time.

However, the war was tense ahead, and the 3rd and 6th fleets of the Silver Alliance were stationed in the Igil system to defend against a possible Vulken raid, and in this case, as an officer with colonial authority in the Development Council, he was extremely limited in what he could do, at best he was a civilian, and the Valkyria crisis had risen to the eve of a simmering war.

The first is a seemingly casual reminder from his son Jonny on the phone that the "Homecoming Party" organized by the boat people had migrated unscrupulously in the Bald system in the early days of the establishment of the Union, and the Vulken people seemed to agree with the way the boat people lived, and there was no record of conflict with it.

Robert was not surprised by Jonny's erudition, for the kid had read more books than he had read in a year, as far as he knew, and it occurred to him that since the boatmen were able to migrate freely in Valder, the Vulcans, perhaps a foreign rescue policy led by a leader of the boatmen might resolve the stalemate.

But with Betis. Andrew's dialogue, however, begins with an impossible rejection of this tone.

Robert believed in his friend's judgment, if such a plan was submitted to the Security Committee by himself, he was afraid that Shen Yuehe, the old fox, would laugh off his big teeth.

Even Sophia. Heinrich can really help with this, and it is impossible for the plan to successfully pass the layers of review by the Security Committee and the Military Commission, and who will contact the boat people? Yourself? Another Zoroastrian event? That would have made him a pillar of shame for the rest of his life.

The faint scent of tobacco left by Ms. Andrew could still be smelled in his nose, and Robert's mood improved slightly. He walked over to the desk, looked at his watch, raised his eyes and silently counted the time, then gave up the idea of calling his wife. He hung his head in despair, and just as he was about to re-seat himself, a window suddenly popped up on the holographic communication device on the table.

Unknown number, unknown address.

He thought it was strange, but he received the message anyway, and it was not a call or an image, but a text.

Orange Street, Coffee Cubino, 3 p.m.

......

Is it a prank? Robert was the first to think, but in this chaotic season? He frowned, took a few steps, took his coat from the cloakroom, hung it on his arm, and hurried out.

……

Leisurely tourists, leisurely street scenes, the working hours in this administrative capital of the Union, the narrow street of the remote Orange Street, the time is as slow as the Academy Street full of coffee aroma in the Sixue City.

Robert had been sitting at the coffee table along the street for more than ten minutes, and he had drunk almost half of his cup of milk foamed coffee, and he looked around the streets, but he did not see any suspicious objects, and tourists would only hold their watches and take pictures everywhere, and there was not a single one like him who sat and drank coffee honestly in the street.

"Mr. Kent." One wore a kajik cotton coat and wore 'I'm in the City of Angels!' The young man in the tourist hat suddenly sat at his coffee table, he was about 20 years old, and he was so handsome that Robert could tell his military temperament almost at a glance.

"Just graduated from military school." He asked the young man quietly.

"Yes, Mr. Kent, my name is York, York. Alex. "Young people introduce themselves." I'm the chairman of the chief of staff, Michael. Mr. Haydn's Office Secretary. ”

"Oh? How do you have my office phone? Robert asked.

"I have access to the office numbers of all government employees, and as you have just heard, I am a secretary of the Chairman's Cabinet." Alex said politely.

"Fairly, did you come to me to speak for Mr. Haydn?" Robert said, beckoning to summon the waiter, and politely asked the young man what he was drinking.

"A cup of frog milk mocha." Alex Road. It was a child's drink, Robert muttered to himself.

"No, I have nothing to do with Mr. Haydn this time." Alex said softly as he waited for the waiter to leave. "Maybe it's a little bit related......" he looked like he wasn't sure.

"Let me guess, what does my office do? Is the chairman's cabinet finally reaching out to the Development Committee? Robert chuckled.

"No, no, it has nothing to do with your work, it has nothing to do with it......" The chief of staff secretary hurriedly waved his hand. Maybe...... Maybe it has something to do with it......" he said with embarrassment after thinking about it.

"Mr. Kent, forgive me for being so presumptuous, I am investigating a matter that may be relevant to you......" Alex looked at Robert's puzzled eyes and hurriedly explained his intentions to him, but this obviously did not work, and he saw that the doubts in Robert's eyes were even worse.

"Remember a report you submitted more than half a year ago? Regarding your Commission's Directorate for Resource Allocation, seven thousand units of cryogenic refrigeration equipment were shipped to Zoroaster...... That report? Alex asked.

Zoroaster? The flame popped into Robert's mind.

"How could you...... I mean, what did you find, Alex? He asked in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, Mr. Kent, let me explain it all to you in detail." Alex Road. "Tom. Holland Space Station, I was tasked with verifying the details of its material and personnel arrivals. ”

"The Bald crisis? How does this relate to that report of mine? "They're in Cha Tom. What caused the accident at the Holland space station? By the Chairman's Cabinet Office? Robert was already keenly aware of the slightest hint of strangeness.