The white-haired, five-star Admiral House Marshall strode in, walked straight to his desk, placed the suitcase in his hand, and glanced at the president.

The president nodded. Standing at the pinnacle of federal power, two powerful old men entered the code at the same time and opened the suitcase.

"Mr. Alan Harper, Under Secretary of State for Security Assistance." said the president.

"Colonel Charlie Harper." The Minister of Defense named them.

The two of them stepped forward, stretched out their hands, and at the same time took over the symbol of power handed to them by the supreme authority: two round, white eagle-headed keys. The two keys are kept separately by the president and the secretary of defense, and only when they are used together can they open Pandora's box, which is vital to the fortunes of the country. And today, this great responsibility and supreme power is handed over to them with these two keys.

These two keys are synonymous with "presidential authority".

"The reason why this key is with me is because I am the most trusted person elected by the citizens in the federal election." The president said solemnly, his pale lips trembling slightly, as if he could not hide the anxiety and pressure that was about to overflow.

"It's in your hands today." General Marshall was categorical, he withdrew his hand, gave a military salute, and swept his eyes sharply: "Find the real lost equipment and bring it back to our homeland." Please! ”

Alan couldn't say anything, clenched the key seriously, slowly raised his hand, and exchanged military salutes with the president and the secretary of defense.

Charlie put away the keys and said nothing. As Allen turned his head to leave, the president's lips trembled twice, and a sense of powerlessness seized the head of the world. She felt as small as an ant before a rainstorm, and she avoided it in panic, even pinning her hopes on her subordinates.

"Mr. Harper." The president couldn't restrain his squeak, but he stopped two people at the same time: "I'm sorry, I can't do more for you, I'm sorry." ”

General Marshall was keenly aware that the president was somewhat unstable. He quietly diverted the attention of others: "Fight for freedom, boys. You are the only ones standing here who are free. After walking out of this office,"

General Marshall's pale yellow eyebrows were twisted into a thread, and he stared intriguingly at the back of Allen's head, and happily spat out the words that the president wanted to say goodbye: "Don't trust anyone." Including compatriots. ”

Eren stood still, fists clenched. He knew that the president was exhausted, and he knew that the general was alone. The monetary system has ruled the United Federation against the Lord, so its victory or defeat determines the peril of free will and the survival of the soul of the nation.

"The torch of freedom is never extinguished." Allen's heart was surging, his words were high, he turned his head to look at the president, and smiled as if he was facing a great enemy: "For the sake of the Federation, I will definitely triumph."

The president smiled with a hard face: "For the Union." ”

Alan saluted, turned and strode away, never looking back.

After the door closed, the president sat down in a chair with his hands on his forehead, as if he was top-heavy: "Have you found out who is responsible?" ”

General Marshall was invited by the staff officer to sit down on the sofa, and said anxiously: "The responsible person has been handed over to the military court." Paul Iverson, 45, has two ex-wives and three children to support, and he received $20 million in confusion. He finished his narration numbly, and added blankly, "But it's not that simple. Paul didn't have the power to orchestrate such a thing. ”

The president repeatedly chewed on the general's words: "No one can be trusted." Including compatriots. ”

Intelligence Center of the General Police Department, City of Laredo, Mexico.

Because of the heavy workload, the intelligence center temporarily added thirty computers, and countless computer desks were crammed into the dimly lit hall, and the reflection of the screen illuminated the pale faces. Surveillance records are available throughout the city of Laredo, and the city's police force and information are aggregated through a network of fiber-optic cables to the highest command center, which is more crowded than a hive.

An octagonal conference table with its own stereoscopic imaging system projects a microcosm of the entire city of Laredo, allowing the five people present to have a clear view of the city.

"That's Dr. Kuhlman." Charlie led Alan into the conference room, ignoring the other two, except for a brief introduction to the eldest one.

Dr. Kurban had a white beard, but he was not old enough to sink into the ground, his fair skin was as smooth as new, and his eyes were nimble, as if he would not snub anyone by dealing with three people at once. With short hair in the spirit of Sven, a snow-white shirt collar, a black bow tie, and a neat and elegant vertical striped waistcoat, he lives an extremely delicate life.

"Hello Mr. Deputy Secretary, I'm Francis Kuhlman, and I've been asked to provide scientific assistance, and I hope I'll be of use." Dr. Kuhlman stood up against his vest and reached out to shake it sincerely.

"You're that Kuhlman?" Alan leaned over to shake hands, he had admired his name for a long time.

"I developed and designed the Light of Judgment." Dr. Kuhlman admits it freely. "Now that it's lost, I want to recapture it with my own hands."

Alan sat down at the table and looked around at the room. The municipality of Laredo appointed two principals. One is a spirited woman with thick lips and wide eyes, a serious word, and meticulous in a dark blue suit. One was a thin black man in a police uniform, with his eyebrows twisted as if they were dead, and he had never been stretched.

"Let's talk about the certainty of regaining the equipment." Dr. Kuhlman was reassured.

The woman and the little man glanced at each other, the woman lowered her head and pushed her glasses, and said first: "The transportation department has strengthened all security checks, airports, highways, railways, and all open bags and searches, although there is a lot of social pressure......"

She swallowed hard and ended her speech ambiguously: "Try your best."

The little man shrugged: "The serious crime team is already investigating and has found two transfer addresses, but the other party seems to be very vigilant and did not appear on time." In a word...... Do your best. ”

The doctor stood up, and his sincerity turned to majesty: "The destructive power of this portable device is unimaginable, and if it is lost, the responsibility of the people in this crisis management team is not as simple as saying sorry and then changing departments."

His hands trembled and he took off his glasses, and said categorically: "No matter how much pressure is on, martial law cannot be lifted." If we can't find the equipment, we make sure that they can't ship it out. The special division of the Federation arrived in three days, and we must persevere and not make mistakes. ”

The woman frowned and nodded helplessly.

The doctor sat down weakly and muttered, "You can't make mistakes."

After the meeting ended, Allen asked Dr. worriedly: "The other party is a rare high-quality group organization." Is there a possibility that the portable device can be forcibly cracked? ”

The doctor leaned in his chair and gently wiped his glasses with the deerskin: "Impossible. There's only one way to get the Judgment Light controller running: to activate the system with both the President and the Secretary of Defense. Then, rely on two sets of passwords from NASA's chief engineer and Colonel Colt of the Space Strategy Command to log in at the same time to activate the specific command. ”

The Doctor looked up and smiled with relief, as if proud, "Even if the controller is lost, the Light of Judgment still belongs to the Federation, and it always will be."

Charlie walked over, pressed his hand on Allen's shoulder, and was expressionless under his sunglasses: "Pentagon intelligence, the other party handed over the equipment at a private airport in the western suburbs, and it will be transferred immediately." Mexican SWAT teams and SEALs have already departed. ”

Alan stood up, and a word burst out between his teeth: "Go."