Amelia …
Lynch looked at the bright sunshine outside the window and thought for a moment. Then he agreed. "I'll go and take a look when the weather warms up. It's too cold now."
Blackstone Security needed to wrap up their work, and Lynch was more suitable. There were some complicated handover issues, such as the replacement of the defensive line.
Many of the Empire's districts in the Amelia region were defended and protected by Blackstone Security's people. The Guafra people no longer trusted their own people. They only trusted the people of the Confederation. They believed that only the Confederation could provide enough protection.
Now there were some changes in the business. Lynch could go or not … but it was better to go.
After all, it was a special district of the Guevara Empire. For a country that built its society around power, their attitude towards businessmen was not as gentle as the Federation's.
Lynch was a noble. If there was a problem, it would not be so troublesome.
After hanging up the phone, he walked to the porch pavilion and looked at the scenery below the hillside.
At this time, Najalil was full of vitality!
At the same time, in a secret prison of the Federation, Preston was watching a sh * tty TV drama on TV and laughing.
He was very satisfied with his current life. He treated it as an early retirement.
Occasionally, he would ask to go outside for a walk, and the security committee would agree. Of course, he had to be safe. They would never give him a chance to run away.
Because of this, he no longer had any thoughts of leaving this place. Even if the Federation released him now, he wouldn't leave.
He made many calls for the Federation. If the Federation leaked the news, such as that he was detained by the Federation for a period of time, then there was no doubt that the nobles of Guevara would want to kill him more than anyone else.
And he did not doubt that this kind of news would leak out. As long as he left the Federation, someone would definitely accidentally find out about his whereabouts, and then the whole world would know.
The eldest prince was in a completely opposite state. The eldest prince's mood had stabilized a lot recently. He was much better than before.
He began to accept reality. There was no other way.
Who would have thought that what he once thought to be a very clever method would become a noose that would bind him?
That shameless, despicable, and lowly substitute had really replaced him, and he, the real eldest prince, had become a criminal captured by the Federation.
He couldn't figure it out, and he was furious that he had misjudged him.
A peaceful life was like this. After being angry for a long time, one would not be so angry anymore.
Just then, a few men walked into the room. Preston immediately turned off the TV and sat up straight. "Wow, what happened today? Is there anything I can do?"
He was sure that the Federation needed his help again, for Akumali had been making speeches in Guevra recently, attracting the attention of the whole world.
The Federation's domestic television stations also actively reported this matter and wanted to award Akumali with the "Defender of World Peace" medal.
It is said that this medal and award were specially created for Akumali and presented to him by the Vice President to show his outstanding contribution to the advancement of the world peace process.
Here, only he had connections with the people of Guevra. He didn't mind strengthening the Federation's impression of him as "omnipotent".
But this time, the Federation's people were obviously not looking for him.
"Sit down …" The head of the group shook his head. "Don't be so excited. We're not looking for you this time."
He looked at the eldest prince who was sitting on the side. "We're looking for you this time. Maybe you're interested in talking to us."
There was no coercion or threat, but everyone knew that this was a kind of coercion and threat. The eldest prince slowly stood up. "Do you need to handcuff my hands?"
The head of the security committee shook his head. "No, you can't hurt anyone!"
The confidence and contempt in his tone could no longer stir the eldest prince's emotions. He was already used to these people's tone and way of speaking.
Then, he was led by the group of people to a room where a man was already sitting.
He was eating a sandwich, two slices of bread, some vegetables, tomato rings, onion rings, and some other things. In short, he looked very tempting.
"Do you want one?"
He pointed at the plate in his hand. There was another one on it.
The eldest prince shook his head and sat opposite him. There was about two meters between the two of them.
He looked away from the eldest prince and continued to focus on the newspaper in front of him. He read and ate as he spoke.
"I'm Jerry from the Federation's Strategic Intelligence Bureau. I've just been established recently and I've been very busy. I didn't have time to eat at noon, so …" He explained why he was eating at this time.
Then, he finished the sandwich in his hand and picked up the one on the plate.
There were only the two of them in the room. It was very quiet. Other than the occasional sound of the newspaper flipping, there was only the sound of Mr. Jerry chewing.
He had already lowered his voice, but it was too quiet here, so it still leaked out.
After about five minutes, Mr. Jerry, who was sitting opposite him, clapped his hands and wiped them on his handkerchief.
A smile appeared on his face. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a while. Now, we can talk."
The eldest prince just looked at Mr. Jerry silently. He didn't say yes or no. He always had this attitude.
He didn't refuse, but he didn't cooperate either.
Jerry seemed to know his current situation and was not angry. He still maintained his smile. "I've seen your file. I have to say that you're an unlucky person."
"You spent money to find someone to impersonate you. In the end, that person was more ambitious and bold than you could imagine. I've never seen someone as unlucky as you!"
Jerry couldn't help but laugh loudly. This was a joke in the entire intelligence system. In order to prevent some problems, they hired a substitute. In the end, the substitute almost killed the real eldest prince.
It was too dramatic and too funny.
The eldest prince looked at the person opposite him quietly. He was not angry, not embarrassed, and kept his mind calm.
After being locked up for so long, he didn't get angry so easily.
Jerry looked at the eldest prince. The two of them looked at each other for a while. He gradually shook his head. "You must want to get out."
"You even want to go back to Najalil, but you never had the chance."
There was some fluctuation in the eldest prince's eyes. It changed, but it quickly disappeared. He didn't know what Jerry wanted to do. He also didn't know what the Strategic Intelligence Bureau was.
Instinctively, he was extra cautious. He still looked at the other party and didn't say anything.
Jerry wasn't angry. He turned the newspaper in front of him and pushed it in front of the eldest prince. "Look, Akemili. You should know him."
The eldest prince glanced at the newspaper. Akemili was standing in the crowd enjoying the cheers and applause. He shook his head. "I don't know any Akemili. I don't know him."
"No, you know him. He used to be a member of your Youth Gang."
The eldest prince was silent for a while and didn't continue to refute. If the other party could find out these details, it meant that someone in the Youth Gang had betrayed them.
He was a little unhappy at first, but then he felt relieved.
He was already like this. How could he ask others to maintain absolute loyalty to him or the Youth Gang?
It was impossible. The Federation's methods were terrible. Not everyone could stand it. As long as one person spoke, the others wouldn't resist.
Because, they would feel that resistance was meaningless.
"We plan to deal with him. We need some …" Jerry's face showed a somewhat unpleasant smile. "You know, some deaths are sinking, and some are ascending."
"As the former leader of the Najalil Youth Gang, you have a very special characteristic in some aspects."
Whether it was the Najalil Youth Gang or the other parties that changed their names several times, their core ideology was actually not separated from the expulsion of foreigners through violence.
This included the riots that they triggered against foreigners. Many foreigners had died in this disaster.
These were their handiwork. If at this time, someone who claimed to "use violence to stop violence" stood up to Akemili, or even … killed Akemili.
What would happen?
If it was a simple assassination, the eldest prince killing Akemili would cause some people's beliefs to collapse. This was not what Lynch and the Federation wanted.
But if after this, Akemili forgave the eldest prince's crime, and the eldest prince became his successor … What would happen if he continued to spread this ideology while repenting?
Akemili's death would ascend, and his death would save the lost sheep … Sorry, this was the Federation's way of saying. It should be said that he saved the believers who were lost in the nightmare.
For those who believed in this ideology, these changes would make them more fanatical, and for those who didn't believe in this ideology, they might pay more attention to this school of thought.
As for the eldest prince who inherited Akemili's ideology and took the initiative to do so, what would happen?
Perhaps when necessary, he would wake up to everything and commit suicide. Perhaps he would ascend the entire school of thought once again!
The death of the great and the death of the despicable would push this ideology to a higher peak!
This was very meticulous.
The birth of the Strategic Intelligence Bureau was also related to some changes in the situation. In the past, the Security Committee and the Military Intelligence Bureau were mainly responsible for the domestic security of the Federation.
As for the active infiltration and defense of foreign countries, it was actually not a big deal.
In a sense, the spies they placed in various countries were just based on "If I don't do it, others may think I'm a fool. Although I don't want to steal any secrets, I still want to send some spies out. I hope it doesn't cause an international misunderstanding …"
Now, with the international situation changing every day, the President and the First Officer of the International Affairs Department, Mr. Trumann, decided to set up a department specialized in overseas intelligence work, which was the Strategic Intelligence Bureau.
They had just been set up for a few days, and even the office was still being renovated, when they took on their first case, a case related to Akemili.