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Now, they've actually been attacked on their own turf, with multiple people killed and injured, and a large number of precious artifacts brazenly stolen!

Such a serious and egregious incident has never occurred even during the Cold War!

In the deathly silence, someone finally couldn't help but break it.

"Chief, such a heinous attack is a blatant challenge to the federal government! I request immediate action to investigate all suspected organizations!"

The temporary deputy head of security, squad leader Blake Gore, gritted his teeth and shouted at the person behind the desk, word by word.

"Let's start with that so-called Chinese Federation. They are the largest organization closest to our base. These yellow-skinned heretics must know something!"

We'll raid their headquarters and conduct a full search, demanding they hand over all personnel data for comparison!

"Swish!" A bright orange flame shot out from the exquisitely crafted antique lighter, igniting a Marlboro cigarette that was brought closer, and also illuminating the face of an elderly white man.

Sitting behind his desk in a luxurious leather armchair, Davis put away his lighter, looked up, and replied:

“Investigation and questioning are normal procedures, but Captain Blake’s move to investigate their headquarters is too radical and unnecessary.”

"Sir, I personally believe it is absolutely necessary! Not only the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, but other organizations as well should be subject to the same investigation!"

Blackgor raised his chin slightly and spoke in a tone that carried a hint of mystery.

"This is an opportunity, sir! An opportunity to bring the West Coast entirely under the Union's control!"

From land to sea, from under the sun to under the night sky, every corner holds an opportunity that belongs entirely to the Federation!

On the pure white land of the Federation, no other color should exist!

Davis, the head of the Special Investigations Bureau's West Coast Division, looked at his new subordinate, who had recently been transferred from the military, and the deep nasolabial folds on both sides of his cheeks twitched slightly.

How long has it been since I left New York that I've heard this kind of nonsense that mixes white supremacy and federal supremacy?

He suddenly felt a headache coming on. Perhaps every so-called elite transferred back from overseas military bases was like this.

They had been immersed in the local wines and the embrace of native girls for too long, lost in flowers and awe, believing that as long as the Stars and Stripes behind them waved gently, they could be as omnipotent as God, completely unaware of the true rules governing the world.

Communicating with them is such a waste of energy; it's like facing a kindergarten teacher when you're a new student.

Davis blinked in annoyance. Well, considering the connections behind him, he would reluctantly offer some life advice as an elder.

"Of course I know how heinous this attack was?"

I know this means challenging the federal government, and I also know that we should indeed start the investigation with the larger organizations in the surrounding area...

But Mr. Blake, before we discuss what we can do, we need to figure out one thing first—

Who is the United States?

Who is the Federation?

Wow, it's such a pleasant surprise that we've actually made it to this stage of testing the waters!

My writing is so bad, everyone is being too forgiving (^ω^)

Chapter 33 Who is the Federation (Part 2)

Who is the Federation?

Davis remained seated in the large black leather armchair.

He shifted his body to the side, took a deep drag on his cigarette, looked at the fuming Blake, flicked off the ash, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and said slowly.

Blake's expression froze for a moment, and he stammered in response.

"Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean. What do you mean...?"

Now that such a heinous attack has occurred, what we must do is thoroughly investigate each and every suspect…

"Okay, let me be clearer. Who is the Federation?"

Those people out there having fun at holiday parties are not.

The Los Angeles police officers patrolling and setting up checkpoints on the streets in the damp and cold weather were not...

And we... the so-called Special Investigation Bureau, are not either.

We are merely a part of the federation, the enforcers, the tools!

Where is the real federation?

In Washington, on Capitol Hill, in the White House, or in secluded mansions, or even on certain tropical islands teeming with young men and women, they…

Davis paused for a moment, then said softly, "That is the true Federation."

"What are you talking about? What does this have to do with those things?"

As the department in charge of supernatural events, we have been subjected to a major supernatural attack. We must immediately retaliate to uphold the government's prestige!

This is in the interest of the federal government!

Blake Gore, a former soldier, was clearly unable to contain his anger at his superior's cryptic remarks and retorted in a hard voice.

"So you think that the first thing to investigate is the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, which is the closest, has enough influence, and happens to seem to be somewhat suspicious, right?" Davis pinched the bridge of his nose, looking slightly tired.

"Yes, sir, especially since there are Asian faces among the attackers."

“That’s hardly evidence! I can’t go and clash with the largest superhuman organization on the West Coast just because of a few Asian faces.” Davis waved his hand to interrupt him.

Looking at Davis's lazy attitude, Blake's face turned red, and a surge of anger rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Is this the mysterious department that oversees the Federation's special forces?

How can anything go well when you're with such weak insects!

"According to your logic, if there are Asian faces among the attackers, then we should interrogate those Asians. So how should we deal with the Mediterranean Sardinian faces among the attackers?"

"Should we first raid the Basilica of Sant'Angelo in Los Angeles, and then go to Rome to interrogate that His Majesty?"

Davis looked slightly impatient and retorted sharply.

"Let me be blunt! Those decision-makers, those brains, those who truly represent the Federation, will not agree to this."

They won't easily agree to a serious conflict with a large superhuman organization like the Chinese Federation just because some people have died or some supplies have been lost, especially when there is no concrete evidence pointing to it.

...They've already learned their lesson.

The last sentence was spoken very softly, as if only Davis himself could hear it.

……

"Dangdang!"

Blake pushed open the door heavily and strode out, his face contorted with grotesque muscles, as if he were about to start a fight at any moment.

Watching their newly promoted colleague disappear angrily at the end of the corridor, the other supervisors and team leaders exchanged glances, then got up to say goodbye and left the director's office one after another.

Ms. Chris, the assistant to the director who had observed the entire process without uttering a word, smoothed her short, silver-gray hair, pursed her thin lips, and said:

"Don't discourage the new young people too much, Davis. Courage and drive are always a good thing."

"Being too courageous and energetic is not a good thing. When facing supernatural events, you don't need to be reckless."

I said…how about transferring him to the special operations team?

"Are you kidding me? This is a good young man, don't treat him like a disposable commodity!" Chris put down his white bone china coffee cup, his light blue eyes fixed on the man in the chair opposite him.

He lit another cigarette, glanced at the still expressionless old lady, and raised his hand in a gesture of surrender with a hint of helplessness.

"Okay, it was a joke, you know, it was a joke. If I really didn't care about him, I wouldn't have explained so much to him just now."

To be honest, I was actually planning to have him participate in the next baptism ceremony.

“That’s a gamble. The success rate of baptism ceremonies is never very high, and the backlash from failure is quite severe. If that happens, he’ll have no choice but to switch to an administrative job,” Chris said, frowning.

“There are risks in everything. I think he will agree. He is outstanding in the military, but that has nothing to do with the Special Investigations Bureau. If he wants to achieve results, we will give him this opportunity and see if his unwavering will to fight for the interests of the Federation can support him to successfully pass the ceremony.” Davis’s slightly cold voice rang out.

"This also sends a message to those behind the scenes: if you want to plant people in the Special Investigations Bureau, of course you can. I'm just an old government employee and have no right to stop you."

but!

Those who come must prove their abilities; the Special Investigations Bureau isn't a place for rich kids to get their resumes polished!

"Let's not talk about that anymore. Speaking of which, the losses this time far exceeded our initial expectations!" Chris changed the subject, his tone clearly filled with dissatisfaction.

“We prepared a bottle of fine red wine, but then two or three guests came, so of course we couldn’t enjoy it to our hearts’ content. That’s the capriciousness of fate.” Davis leaned back, tilting his head back and gazing intently at the ceiling.

"Fortunately, our carefully prepared 'big pie' has been successfully delivered, and we're just waiting for people to start 'tasting' it."

Chris sighed, tossed a piece of maple syrup into his coffee cup, and then said:

"Operation Christmas Eve at headquarters also went very poorly. We spent so much time planning, mobilized most of the Special Investigations Bureau's elites, and invited strong individuals from various organizations as reinforcements, but we didn't even get to see our target. We were driven back as soon as we reached the door!"

"As expected, according to those scholars' research, this is the dark side or the degenerate half of a prince! Only an amateur like Frank Wood, blinded by the lust for power, would desperately fight for command of the plan. Since he wants it, I'll just pass it on to him, hehe." Davis sneered.

"He thought he was still sitting in the House of Representatives."

In the extraordinary world, violence is the fundamental logic of everything! Those laughable political maneuvers are utterly useless!

Hopefully, this failed plan will keep him in line for a while.

Let's focus our attention back on this!

"Get those conscripted people started working, then slowly spread the news out. The plan here will continue..."

Davis's eyes flickered as he spoke in a cryptic tone.

"We've done everything we can. What's next..."

We must pray for the protection of our Heavenly Father, whose whereabouts are currently unknown…

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Chapter 34 Farewell

A week later, the waiting hall at Los Angeles International Airport was packed with people.

Travelers from all over the world meet here and head towards their respective destinations.

"You brat! It's a deal, you'd better head over there in six months." Zhang Shouzhong grabbed Zhu Mingyao's wrist and said sternly.

After several days of bed rest and recuperation, once Zhang Shouzhong's injuries had stabilized somewhat, Lin Xuansheng decided not to delay any longer, and today was the day the two of them would return to China.

"I raised you all these years, and I'm counting on you to take care of me in my old age and see me off when I die. Don't even think about running away."