“…… It's interesting to think that although the share price of the Romans Group skyrocketed after the Cambridge attacks, many large conglomerates and companies have used a series of means to de facto reduce their holdings of the Romans Group, and from this point of view, it is very likely that the Romans Group has angered the allied government on some issues, or for some other reason that the large conglomerates are no longer optimistic about the prospects of the Romans Group, in short, I think it is not a wise choice to increase the shares of the Romans Group now......"

-- Analysis post of a financial network forum of the Alliance

***

Anderson. Lee hadn't been back to Montreal in a while.

Rubbing his left side of his face, a middle-aged man in his forties was wearing a disguised mask that disguised himself as an office worker in his twenties, and his lower abdomen, which had a little bulge because he had been sitting in the office for the past two years, also showed his long-lost abdominal muscles last night because of liposuction.

Anderson has some connection with Montreal, when he had just retired from the submarine force and joined the Secret Service, he was assigned to the Montreal intelligence station for a period of time, but those days can be described as "idle", Montreal does not have any valuable military facilities, there are no sensitive political units, and the only specialty here is the artist drunkard who struggles to pronounce English words in French.

However, when he returned to the city after a long absence, he did not come in a relaxed mood for sightseeing, and the last rain before entering winter made the whole of Montreal look a little gray.

The rain was not heavy, Anderson did not have an umbrella, he wore a heavy trench coat and carried a briefcase, he glanced at the deserted street, and finally his eyes fell on the doorman who was obviously too sharp in front of the hotel not far away.

CBI guys. They have never been good spies, and the murderous aura on their bodies can be smelled from miles away, so they can only be the old woman's hounds.

Anderson scolded the agent of the Special Investigation Bureau in front of him, did not stop, and crossed the road directly to the stretch limousine parked on the side of the road not far from the entrance of the hotel. Pulled open the door and went straight inside.

Then he saw the face he didn't like.

"Sit down, Mr. Lee."

The current president of the League, Deborah. Francis was sitting in the back seat of the stretch limousine, the brown sofa seat contrasting strangely with the green suit on her body.

"Good mask, but I guess it's not very comfortable" Deborah looked at Anderson who didn't say a word, but calmly sat down in the seat across from him, and smiled politely.

"I don't like this stuff either, after all, it's been a long time since I wasn't a service agent."

Anderson reached out and touched his face, which was not feeling. "It's just that the wall has eyes."

"It's not that easy to be president, but most people don't realize it." President Francis shook his head and smiled wryly, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have had to go to such great lengths to get here." ”

At this moment, "Deborah. President Francis was attending a public service event at Icarus, but only a few people knew that it was just a stand-in agent that had been trained and arranged by the CBI Secret Service, the real President Francis. Not on Icarus, but on the ground. The city of Montreal in North America, and the Cronos Company, which is considered to have lost both political status and market share, is the top leader of the intelligence unit of the private paramilitary organization "Heavenly Punishment". Lee had a secret meeting.

"Time is running out, let's make a long story short, how sure are you about Italy?"

President Francis, though, did not really appear to be impatient. But from the act of her secret landing, it is enough to see how concerned she is about this matter.

"I don't know what kind of report the Special Investigation Bureau has given you, but it's not that simple, Your Excellency." Anderson was silent for a moment, as if settling over his words. "The Italian side is still in contact, but this matter still needs a process, and as far as the current situation is concerned, the intervention of the Special Investigation Bureau in this matter has caused the other party to resent it, which is also what I must remind you."

"I understand." President Francis nodded, "I have ordered the Special Investigation Service to temporarily stop interfering in this matter, but you must understand that given the special nature of this matter, I cannot give you any more support. ”

What a cunning guy who says it as if it has nothing to do with him, knowing that a strategic victory for any alliance will ultimately boost the president's approval ratings.

Anderson nodded expressionlessly, and joked boredly in his heart, he is not a politician and does not like politicians, but even he knows that the Rohmens Corporation, which the president relied on, lost an extremely important number in the attack on the Boken room at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and judging from the president's appearance, the importance of this number is still above his guess, so the president suddenly called himself who was originally in Alaska here to attend such a meeting.

Rohms Group, I'm afraid we're going to have some trouble this time.

"Only, there is one thing, I can help you in the president's personal name." Just as Anderson was thinking about how to answer, President Francis spoke again, "Regarding Ling Yu, if you can prove that his mental state is indeed stable enough, we can secretly revoke his arrest, after all, if it weren't for what he did in Italy two years ago, I'm afraid we wouldn't have such a good opportunity." ”

"We really have to thank him for this, our main liaison, Councilor Jericho, who is also eager for him to be involved in this project, but we really don't have his whereabouts or assessment of his mental state right now." Anderson didn't hide it, he could only give a direct answer, "In fact, Kronos's internal support for Ling Yu is extremely limited, and there are huge criticisms and debates about some of his behaviors. ”

Anderson had long guessed that Francis might ask the question, and directly prevaricated with prepared nonsense.

"This matter, the government is definitely not good to come forward, the Greenland incident has pushed Ling Yu and his supporters all to the opposite side of the military's traditional forces, and my attitude towards General Yang Chengze is also to consider not to exacerbate the contradictions, I believe you can also understand." President Francis thought about it a little. Then he spoke, "But after all, Ling Yu can't accomplish his mission on his own, so the CBI and the Secret Service, as well as the Kronos Company, can still provide him with some support when necessary." Privately, or quietly. ”

"Anyway, thank you for your support." Anderson nodded, he had almost everything he could get from the president, so he was smart enough to stop it immediately, and then made a promise, "On the Italian side, we will report to you at any time through the secret joint coordination body of the CBI secret service." ”

"Thank you very much." President Francis nodded, but with a slight emphasis. "However, Mr. Lee, I want you to understand that this matter is not only about me or the current cabinet government, but also about whether the entire alliance will be able to sacrifice thousands of fewer soldiers, and the duration of the war."

"It's also about Kronos himself." Anderson continued to play Tai Chi with beautiful words, "It's also our responsibility. ”

"So be it, allow me to express my gratitude once again." President Francis with a formulaic smile. He nodded, then held out his hand. Anderson nodded, stood up, pushed open the door, and walked out of the stretch luxury car directly.

The rain was still dripping, and Anderson stood on the side of the road, watching the car slowly drive away.

"Ling Yu, Ling Yu. You're a troublemaker. ”

Anderson sighed, then took out the cigarette case from the inside of his coat and threw one out and put it in his mouth.

The seeds of change in Italy were planted by Ling Yu, but the president's promise to Ling Yu must not be just because of Ling Yu as an individual, Ling Yu is just a person. After the Romans clique messed up something important, whether it was out of a knock on the Rohmens clique or whether he had indeed become disillusioned with Romens, President Francis reacted as a politician should, and now that the Allied military has slowed down, the military is not in a position to continue to fight the president on the issue of the Cronos company - and more importantly, of course, if Cronos, or the president, can succeed in breaking the impasse on the Italian front, then the military will have no position to blame.

Of course, it was impossible for Francis to put the treasure on the Kronos company at once, so Ling Yu became a good breakthrough, and the attitude towards Ling Yu was loosened as a means of showing favor to Kronos, and the president seemed to have forgotten that she had personally given the order to kill Ling Yu a few days ago.

"It's just that you're probably in the center of the whirlpool."

Anderson slowly finished a cigarette and smiled wryly, this is the government, and he is also at the center of the whirlpool.

It's time to go, there's still a lot to do.

Anderson threw his cigarette butt in a puddle on the side of the road and turned and walked into the rain in Montreal.

***

The rain in downtown Montreal stopped later in the day, but it seemed to be the same cumulonimbus cloud, and the rain in the suburbs of Montreal was still pouring down.

Except for Deborah. In addition to President Francis, there was one person who did not participate in the charity event at Icarus, and even he came to Montreal with him.

When National Security Adviser Xia Xun stepped off the rotorcraft again and entered the core area of this research institute codenamed "True Justice", he had clearly felt an air of commotion.

It was a restlessness, nervousness, and restlessness.

"Good evening, Mr. Ha Hoon."

Unexpectedly, this time, the young man with glasses did not wait for him in the main control room as before, but uncharacteristically brewed a pot of tea in the lounge café of the main control room, and waited for Xia Xun with an iron face in a hurry.

"Haven't you realized the severity of the problem?"

Xia Xun gritted his teeth and shook his hand to signal his entourage to leave the café, at this time, no one in the café was in the mood to rest except for the young man with glasses.

"No matter how strict it is, it has nothing to do with me." The young man with glasses smiled coldly, then turned over the teacup that was buckled on the table, picked up the teapot and poured Xia Xun a cup of tea, "Because you said you would get things done." ”

"The problem is, if it weren't for your good friend, Ling Yu would not have been like this."

Xia Xun unbuttoned his suit, sat on the sofa opposite the young man, glanced at the teacup, and spoke.

"I warned you and gave you a chance to kill him, but you didn't do it, did you?" The young man with glasses raised his hand and pushed his glasses, and there was even a trace of disdain in his flat tone, "So this has nothing to do with me." ”

"No, I don't think you understand the root of the matter." Xia Xun was silent for a few seconds, looked at the black-haired young man with glasses, and suddenly showed a sneer of anger, "Rohms Company, it's not me who has the final say. ”

"I can't stop the board's decision to divest now, this real yàn room will be closed soon, and all your real projects will no longer be supported by funds, technology and raw materials, do you think this is a serious matter-"

"--Mr. Han Fei?" (To be continued......)