"Good morning, friends in the audience in front of the screen. This is Celine McCoy, a frontline reporter from Star Express, bringing you real-time reports on the nuclear explosion in Mehran."
The soft voice of the female reporter sounded a bit dull through the thick radiation protection suit on her body, but combined with the huge crater behind her that was hundreds of meters in diameter and tens of meters deep, the audience in front of the screen knew how much danger this reporter was risking. Risk to them live.
“Although it has been a full week since the incident occurred, and according to the latest statistics from the Star Group’s rescue force, the victims of the nuclear explosion were basically members of the anti-humanity organization Renaissance Front, and no civilians were killed or injured in this nuclear attack. "
"But this is still not a reason for Armadana's troops, who came in the name of peacekeeping, to use nuclear bombs on the territory of other countries. The whole world is waiting for an answer from them."
"In the face of strong condemnation from the Middle East Alliance government, all Armadanai troops have evacuated to Dehloran Airport and promised to leave the Middle East Alliance in batches within the next week and not participate in any post-disaster reconstruction work. "
"Yang Tianyi, chairman of Qunxing Group, spoke out again at a press conference held by the New Baghdad City Hall this morning, calling on people from all walks of life to condemn Armadana's use of nuclear weapons in sovereign countries, and asking Armadana to report to the people The opening of the central database by organizations and countries such as the Cooperation Agency and the Middle East Alliance has received a strong response from around the world."
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At the same time, when the Middle East Alliance government complained with grief and anger about the cold-bloodedness and tyranny of Armadanai, when personnel from the Star Group fully settled in Mehran and began to "investigate" the causes and consequences of the entire nuclear explosion.
As the "chief culprits", Ames and Goodman took a transport plane from Elysium to Armadane's headquarters on the circular space station early to accept questions from the board of directors.
Through the thick one-way glass, the interrogator personally appointed by the company's board of directors could clearly see that Norn Goodman, who had been stripped of all his positions and titles, was sitting on the regret chair with a fur cushion specially added for him. The high-spiritedness he once had was completely gone, and his face was full of decadence and unwillingness.
The interrogator turned his head and looked at his left and right sides. They were representatives from the North American Alliance and the National Cooperation Bureau - they would supervise the entire interrogation process and ensure that Armadyne would not do anything to let the criminal escape his responsibility. punishment.
However, it is easy to tell from the absent-minded looks on their faces that they have gone through this process more than once.
"Ahem, Norn Goodman, can you hear me?"
After confirming that there were no problems with the supervisors, the interrogator put his mouth to the microphone and said slowly: "This is the fifth three-party interrogation of you. It can be seen that you still don't want to cooperate with our work. If this continues, it will be harmful to everyone." No good."
Goodman was unmoved, just sitting in his chair and staring coldly at the one-way glass. Although he knew that his face would not be seen and that after several days of questioning, he was familiar with this look, the interrogator still felt a chill in his heart.
The questioner knows that if he continues to delay like this, not only will he be unable to complete the tasks assigned to him by the board of directors, but the company will also lose the trust of customers every second.
In just a few words, several raw material suppliers or buyers may have announced unilateral termination of contracts with the company, causing the company to lose hundreds of millions of American dollars.
So the interrogator decided to give Goodman something strong.
I saw him ordering a red-painted Zoey special for the Elysian Space to pick up the tray that had been prepared long ago, open the door of the room, and place the tray in front of Goodman.
Under his surprised gaze, the robot opened the electronic shackles on Goodman's wrists, allowing him to move his hands and see for himself what was in the tray in front of him.
A dinner plate covered with a thermal cover and a paper document.
Goodman thought for a few seconds before choosing to look at the file rather than enjoy his lunch. While he was frowning and carefully reading the information on the document, the interrogator also explained it to him through the glass.
"Just this morning, the settlement negotiations between the company and the Middle East Alliance ended in complete failure. And with the support and guarantee of the Stars Group, the Middle East Alliance decided to prosecute you, Ames Singer and others for war crimes at the International Court of Justice in The Hague. The whole company.”
"Hmm, war crime."
Goodman finally had some reaction when he heard this term. After repeating this avoidable term in a hoarse voice, he suddenly laughed.
"Hahaha, so the company doesn't intend to believe Ames and I. The questioning that has been playing house for so many days is actually just forcing me to confess. It is not looking for the truth of the matter at all."
The old man in front of him showed no regrets, and the interrogator also became angry.
Gu only saw him punch the table with his fist and said in a decisive tone: "If you think that the huge crater created by the nuclear explosion in the center of Mehran has nothing to do with you, I don't mind hearing what you have to say. the truth."
"That's all, it seems that we are all being played by that cunning guy."
After reading one page carefully, Goodman began to quickly browse the entire document - the dozens of pages of documents contained not only the company's expert team's review and speculation on the Mehran incident, but also The Middle East Alliance and the Stars Group made almost all moves in just one week.
Goodman touched the stubble on his chin that had not grown for a week and said self-deprecatingly: "In the face of the established facts, any so-called strong evidence or excuse is just a lie."
"You're right. Facing the huge crater created by the nuclear bomb, no matter how we explain it, it's impossible to clear ourselves of the crime."
He closed the document, stood it upright, and knocked it so that the papers that had been messed up by him could return to their original positions. Then Goodman gently placed the folder on the edge of the dinner plate, where it started.
"Unless you are willing to continue to increase the number according to other people's rhythm, open the central database, and reveal all the company's secrets to the world. This can indeed prove that the nuclear bomb was not made by us, but it is estimated that the company's crime will not be a war crime by then. It’s easy to solve.”
The interrogator saw that the old man's thoughts on the other side of the glass had not become confused due to a week of house arrest, but were actually very clear. If you look at the supervisors around you who are pretending to be distracted or whispering, you know that not only do they not have any doubts about Goodman's dangerous remarks, but they will try every means to conceal the content of the conversation for the company.
Nodding with satisfaction, the interrogator knew that the company's billions of dollars in "clearance expenses" every year were not in vain, so he decided to strike while the iron was hot and coerce and induce Goodman.
"Mr. Goodman, although I know that this is a bit difficult, the company's board of directors hopes that you will accept this ending that should not be like this. As long as you are willing to read a few lines prepared in advance in the Hague court as planned, I guarantee your personality, The company will equip you with the best team of lawyers and will never let you suffer any injustice or injustice.”
"After all, very few civilians were affected by the nuclear explosion. They were basically thugs from the anti-humanity organization Renaissance Front. I believe the judges will also take this into consideration during the trial."
Goodman smiled when he heard this and asked: "What about that old guy from Eames? Will he sit on the witness stand and testify against me?"
Feeling that the interrogation that lasted for a week finally made some progress, the interrogator couldn't wait to explain: "If nothing else happens, Mr. Singer will live in seclusion in the Elysian Space in the next one to two years, trying to reduce his sense of existence in order to redeem himself. Something about his public image.”
"So, you don't have to worry about the board of directors abandoning the car to keep the coach. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will not abandon any high-value personnel like you."
"It's almost done..."
Silently mocking the brazen interrogator in his mind, Goodman calmly opened the heat-insulating cover on the dinner plate to see what delicious food was on the plate.
A plump, juicy chargrilled turkey leg.
The moment he opened the cover, the sweet fruity aroma suddenly emerged from under the attractively colored skin and penetrated Goodman's nose.
"Well, apples, oranges and lemons, with some honey."
He raised his knife and fork to cut off a small piece of chicken leg meat and put it into his mouth. Goodman exhaled a breath of contentment - this was one of the few delicacies he had eaten since being under house arrest.
"Has it been a week already?"
Goodman, who just realized that today is Christmas, ate the turkey legs in small bites and missed Christmases in the past. Entertain celebrities from all over the world in a luxurious villa, and spend long nights by the fireside with many people who share the same hobbies and tastes as you.
Unfortunately, he now has neither a villa nor a fireplace.
"After you finish your meal, someone will take you back to Earth to wait for the court in The Hague."
"As for now, please enjoy it slowly."
As the lights in the cubicle where the interrogator and others were located were extinguished, only the sound of knives and forks cutting turkey legs could still be heard clearly in the huge interrogation room.
