In the end, the speaker did not return, and the proposal of the High Council passed smoothly, and both conservatives and reformists seemed to be happy with the change in the council.

The new High Council is formed by a combination of three factions, and most people in District 1 are wondering what the High Council will bring and where the coalition government will go in the future.

There are also some who are worried about the psionic storm that has swept through a third of the city not long ago, and although the storm has not caused any substantial damage, it has made the councillors feel a real threat, and the first formal meeting of the High Council has begun.

Fueled by conservatives, MI7 secrets are ignored, with Executive Rob Lucci becoming the main suspect, as there is enough evidence that he had done something similar in District 2 not long ago, when a psionic storm destroyed the castle of the Iris Consortium and left them in the process of rebuilding until now.

The High Council unanimously passed to keep this dangerous man under strict supervision until the day the matter was revealed.

As for when and how the eucalyptus will be resolved, it is not a matter of concern to them, but for the members of the High Council, the death of the Speaker has created this opportunity for them, and they only need to do the aftermath of this matter now.

This is the charm of indefinite detention.

This also happened to be an opportunity for them to express their daily grievances, and in the past, in order to check and balance them, the chairman of the council had MI7 and the counterintelligence department conduct secret investigations against them, and he had a lot of black material in his hands.

Everyone knows the importance of this department, so it is all the more important to keep it firmly in their hands.

After the detention of Rob Lucci, it was the turn of the current heads of the two departments, both of whom had been personally selected by the Speaker to find a way to get them out of the position.

The meeting lasted until the evening.

The parliamentarians had a detailed discussion on the details of how to deal with the issue of MI7 and the counterintelligence services, and in the spirit of the first cooperation, the conservatives and reformists divided the command of the counterintelligence services and MI7 respectively, and in the case of Rob Lucci, the secretary general came up with a brilliant idea.

Considering that he was a dangerous element, he proposed that the six-star rescuers who were about to come to the city work together to arrest him.

Song Lan, as the object of the detention of the high-level council, watched the full meeting outside the window, and he shook his head as the members listened to the discussion, and it turned out that the chairman knew them very well, and even the direction and final outcome of the meeting were almost the same as he predicted.

According to the results of the meeting, in a short time, the High Council will issue an ultimatum to MI7, abolishing the Supreme Operations Branch, and leaving everyone, including Rob Lucie, Merlene, Yueji, and Jasmine, tied up and investigated.

Song Lan just stopped by to attend the meeting, and his main purpose was to get the list.

The Chairperson revealed that the Secretary-General had a complete list of six-star rescuers on file, indicating all the times of arrival and details of the meeting.

He showed patience and waited until the end of the meeting, and then followed the Secretary-General all the way back to the Secretariat floor.

Even without the chairman, the department is still functioning in an orderly manner.

The Secretary-General announced to the Secretariat staff the adoption of the high-level meeting and asked them to prepare the document as soon as possible, affix it, and then use it to go to MI7 dignitaries.

After explaining the work, he went back to his office and locked the door.

Not surprisingly, he made a phone call.

"The meeting went smoothly and everything went in the direction we envisioned."

As he spoke, the false smile on his face disappeared and turned into an indifferent and expressionless look, and even Song Lan could see the sudden change in his expression.

δ said that the secret to identifying worms is to detect their mood swings.

The only surprise was that he thought that the Secretary-General was the leader of all the worms, but he didn't expect that there would be someone on the phone who was of the same level or higher than him.

The plants in the sewers made Song Lan realize that the worms seemed to be just one of the branches of the consciousness aggregate, and that there were many other races besides them that they had never heard of.

The phone continued, and all he could hear was a woman's voice on the other end of the phone, which sounded a little older, and there was a majesty in her speech.

"Yes, we haven't found the Chair yet."

The next content is nothing more than urging them to work hard and find the chairman as soon as possible to prevent future troubles.

The Secretary-General gave assurances to the person on the other end of the phone.

Song Lan had been politely waiting for him to finish his last sentence, hung up the phone, and then asked curiously, "Who did you call with?" Is it the head of a consortium or the big boss of a company? ”

"How did you get in!?"

The Secretary-General looked back, but did not find any figure in the place where the voice came.

He got up anxiously and walked briskly to the office door, and when he took the second step, he seemed to see something pass through his body.

The ridge broke, making his whole body soften.

From beginning to end, he couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly, but in the moment of the leap in time, he understood the identity of this uninvited guest.

"It's been a hard day of meetings, so you can have a good rest."

The Secretary General saw the hand slowly withdraw from his body, and he fell to the ground without a support point, his brain controlled by the worm spinning rapidly, but for some reason, no matter how much he tried, he could not repair the broken part of his body, and the vacant part seemed to no longer belong to his body.

Mohu's eyes saw the figure rummaging through materials at his desk, and the mobile phone that dialed the phone fell into the other party's hands at some point.

And he still can't figure out how the other party escaped the sight of security personnel and surveillance and appeared in his office.

"Found it."

According to the information provided by the Chairperson, he quickly found the meeting schedule of the Six Star Rescuers from a pile of papers.

The Secretary-General watched as the other man walked towards him, unable to look up, except to see the legs perched beside him, followed by a raised right foot moving towards his head.

In an instant, the worm sensed the danger signal.

It struck out of the secretary-general's open mouth like lightning and scurried straight into the space beneath the couch, the process not lasting long, as the other party didn't seem to intend to leave him with any hope of escape, and the darkness annihilated it in an instant.

………………………………

This night, the people in the coalition government heard another shocking piece of news.

A few hours after the death of the Speaker in the bombing, the body of the Secretary-General who had been killed in the attack was found in the office of the Council Secretariat.

The cause of death was a hole in the chest.

The spine was broken, and the heart was completely destroyed, and the scenery from one end could be seen straight.

What really creeps everyone out is the location where the attack took place.

The Council is one of the most heavily guarded places in the world, yet neither surveillance nor the staff who were within a door of the Secretary-General at the time of the attack captured the perpetrator, who appeared in the Secretary-General's office as if out of thin air.

According to security personnel, the Secretary-General did not make any noise at the time of the attack.

The first person to find the body was the staff who had prepared the documents, and when she entered the door, the body on the ground had no vital signs, and judging from the results of the forensic examination, the deceased should have died on the spot.

"Who's the real killer?"

Jasmine had goosebumps from the evening news, and it was hard for her to imagine how the killer had bypassed the tight guards, and his actions were in stark contrast to the bombings of the morning, like a professional killer and a street thug.

The fake killer orchestrated a massive explosion that not only affected innocent passers-by, but also drove the target away under his nose.

And the real professional killer kills with one hit, leaving no chance of surviving.

"It seems that their 'god' is not so omnipotent, and he has not been able to help him predict the future of death."

δ was sneering at the evening news, and she knew it was inevitable.

Also seeing the news was Hogg Foster, whose defeat in the Seventeenth District disqualified him from entering the High Council, and his best friend, Richard Gilves, who was now missing, was convicted of the murder of his uncle, and spent the afternoon in a state of loss, drunk in the living room of the mansion alone.

Until, the television that happened to be not turned off woke him up, allowing him to see the description of the Secretary-General's body being pierced.

This suddenly sobered up most of his wine.

For a moment, many names came to his mind.

Chai Ko, Dominus, and the eyeliner he planted in Ward 17, they all died in the same way.

Killed on the spot, quite completely, they could not leave any information about the attackers.

After a brief hesitation, he struggled to his feet from the couch.

"Quick, get me ready for a private jet, I'm going to District 1!"

He spoke eagerly to the servants of the house.

He has some important secrets, which is the information that he planted to transmit back to the Sixth District before he dies, and perhaps that will be the key to revealing the other party's identity!

And he was able to use this important information to enter the door of the High Council.

The Secretary-General was tragically killed in an attack.

Although this is sad news, the vacant position must be filled by someone, which is the same as the high council is to the speaker.

Thinking of this, he dialed the phone of an acquaintance.

"I'm Hogg Foster."

The moment the phone was connected, he reported to his home and said, "I'm on my way to the first district right now, and I have some information that you're interested in." ”