The Cabinet Office of the Chairman of the Chair of the Union, the 100th floor of the Chief of Staff Office.

The antique clock hands on the wall are beating gently again, and Michael. Haydn's body sank into his chair wrapped in the skin of the Chillen's Roar, and he hung his head in front of the wide desk, clasped his palms together, and pressed his thumbs against his temples and rubbed them gently.

The archival documents of the border military intelligence records did not appear in his chief of staff classification until today, a top-secret file that the leader of the opposition party parliament had priority access to, but he would not see it until three days later, Michael smiled bitterly in his heart, things may be as true as Bill. As Campbell said, a pivotal position of power has been made into an innocuous little servant by himself.

Wen Zhong is naturally to blame for the evolution of this role, he lives alone on the top floor and is difficult to find, and the 101st floor is an office, a living room, a studio and a reception room for the chairman of the Silver Alliance. But for high-level cabinet members like Michael, it is only a few floors away, but there is no doubt that it is beyond the reach of the whip across the turbulent Strait of Solmore.

But he was to blame even more, Michael shook his head in his heart.

The high position of ascending to the top and the respect that accompanied it made him suffer from gains and losses, and the incomparable gratitude made him full of complex emotions of reverence, admiration and fear for this mysterious political evergreen, so that he always remained cautious in all kinds of matters that should be spoken out by him, and asked for instructions in everything, and responded to everything.

Perhaps it was the incompetence that did not match the position at all that led to today's confusion, he began to sigh silently in his heart.

The military minutes did not mention any details of the operations of the Third and Sixth Fleets, and the losses were not reported. As for how he was attacked by the Vulcans, who fired first, and under what circumstances he was driven away by the Hothians and retreated, and how he withdrew from the Valkyria system, there is no mention of it.

It turned out that day Gerard. Ferguson's flickering remarks were not pretending to be sophisticated or politically motivated, he simply didn't know, just like he was the chief of staff.

Michael didn't even know which department to go to crack down on this evasive bastard summary, yes, the Cabinet Secret Division was responsible for relaying to him the information provided by the Military Council's Intelligence Department, but he didn't know what the information was handled within the Intelligence Department or even where it was obtained.

He knew the Minister of Intelligence, Evan Brown. Frank didn't have his phone, and he also knew the result once he made the call...... That is nothing to come of and that like Evan. An old fox like Frank isn't Michael of him. Haydn, a political upstart, can be measured, and the thought of this can't help but make his heart even more angry.

Damn, why did Wen Zhong choose me to be his chief of staff?

......

The multi-function holographic display on the office desktop shook slightly, and Michael let go of his fingers, exhaling lightly to stretch his frown slightly, and he looked up at the screen, an email message delivered to his private account.

And who forgot the work messages sent by the subordinates who have forgotten the "Separation between Public and Private" information control regulations? Or is it some personal media practitioner with great powers and the intention of becoming popular?

Haydn reluctantly swiped his finger to open the email, and the anonymous title and empty notes only wrote a few words on the email: Follow Tom......

A few seconds later, the message suddenly disappeared from Michael's screen.

Skip the hierarchical review delivery method plus the read-and-burn technology...... Wow, someone must be serious and eager to tell me this message...... Michael's heart was pounding.

He couldn't help but glance at his office, a luxurious and spacious room where the chief of staff had ever worked, and he was undoubtedly the youngest of them.

He looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, where the lights of the night were clustered in clusters of dazzling and soft light and shadow all over the city of Angels.

Tom...... Tom. Holland? The first generation of aviation heroes who broke the time limit challenge of space survival eleven times in a row? Tom. Holland Space Station...... Bald System Pegasus Orbital Trade Station?

Michael's mouth was open, his eyes focused on the void between the tables.

Quickly recovering from his trance, he pressed the communication device on the desktop and called his secretary.

"Alex, come on." Michael said in a cold voice.

The door was pushed open, and a well-proportioned young man walked in, standing at his desk, his body tense and straight.

"No formality, Alex, please sit down." Michael pointed to the guest chair at the table.

"No, Mr. Haydn, I've been sitting outside all day." Alex replied.

"Please call me Michael, I'm not used to talking to people with my head held high, so please sit down." The chief of staff said, and the young secretary sat down in front of him.

"If the information given to me by the Human Resources Department is good, you are 21 years old this year, and you are a graduate of the military academy in Puxing, right?" He began to ask.

"Belier's Kunlun Military Academy, major in strategic literature and history, Mr. Michael." Alex remained seated motionless.

"The No. 1 military academy in the All-Silver League...... Terrific...... Literature and History...... What were your graduation grades? He asked.

"First in the class, Mr. Michael." Alex held his head high. "There are only thirty-two students in the Strategic Literature and History major......," he added.

"That's remarkable, Alex, I heard you come from a military family?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then why did you choose to major in strategic literature and history? I mean, if you really want to join the Silver Alliance fleet, isn't it easier for the ship tactical command major or the joint operations command major to enter the fleet command system? ”

"I love history, and I have volunteered to be a teacher since I was a child, but as a military family with only one child, I also have to take into account the feelings of my parents."

"So you used the strategy of going to military school, but at the same time learning the history of war, which is good." Michael laughed. "Obedience is sometimes a responsibility, and it should be easier for you to understand this if you come from a military family."

"Yes, sir." Alex did not have any emotion in his seemingly heartfelt conversation with Michael, because after all, not long ago, the chief of staff had been cold and unkind to him.

"I came to you today to ask you to help me check something." Haydn also felt that there was no need to continue acting according to the script he had thought of before, and after these rounds of conversation, he made serious contact with this subordinate for the first time, and he found that Alex was not the kind of clerical soldier who would only act rigidly according to the requirements of his superiors as he imagined, so he opened the topic and got straight to the point.