1101 Instigation

Amelia...

Lynch looked at the bright sunshine outside the window and thought about it for a moment, then agreed, "I will go take a look when the weather gets warmer. It's too cold now."

Blackstone's security work definitely needs a finishing touch, and Lynch would be more suitable. There are some complicated handover issues, such as the replacement of the defense line.

Many imperial areas in the Amelia region are defended and protected by Blackstone Security people. The Gefra people no longer trust their own people. They only believe in the Federation people and believe that only the Federation people can provide sufficient protection. .

There are some business changes now, and Lynch may or may not go...but it's better to go.

After all, it was a special zone of the Gefra Empire. For this country that built its society around power, their attitude towards businessmen was not as gentle as that of the Federation.

Lynch is an aristocrat, and if there is a problem, it won't be that troublesome.

After hanging up the phone, he walked to the pavilion and looked at the scenery down the hillside.

At this time, Nagaril is full of vitality everywhere!

Meanwhile, in a secret federal prison, Preton is giggling at a shit show on TV.

He is very satisfied with his current life and regards it as early retirement.

Occasionally, if he asks to go outside for a walk, the Security Committee will agree. Of course, safety work must be done well and he will never be given a chance to run away.

This left him no longer thinking of leaving here. Even now that the federals had released him, he would not leave.

He made a lot of phone calls for the Federation. If the news leaked out from the Federation, for example, for example, he was detained by the Federation for a period of time, then there is no doubt that the nobles of Gefra would want to kill him more than anyone else.

And he has no doubt that this kind of news will leak out. As long as he leaves the Federation, someone will definitely discover his traces accidentally, and then the whole world will know about it.

The one who is in a completely opposite state to him is the eldest prince. The eldest prince's mood has stabilized a lot recently, much better than a while ago.

He began to accept reality, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Who would have thought that what he once thought was a very smart move would become a noose around him?

That shameless, despicable substitute really replaced him, and he, the real prince, became a criminal arrested by the federation.

I couldn't figure it out, and I was angry that I was blind and saw the wrong person.

This is how a peaceful life is. If you are angry for a long time, you will no longer be so angry.

At this moment, several gentlemen suddenly walked into the room. Preton immediately turned off the TV and sat up straight, "Wow, what happened today? Is there anything I need to do?"

He felt that the Federation people must need his help again, because during this time Akumali was giving a speech in Gefra, attracting the attention of the world.

The federal television stations also actively reported these events and wanted to award Akumali with the "World Peace Defender" medal.

It is said that this medal and award was specially set up for Akumali and was awarded to him by the Vice President, indicating his outstanding contribution in promoting the world peace process.

Here, he was the only one related to the people in Gefra, and he didn't mind strengthening the impression that he had "hands and eyes that could reach the sky" in the minds of the federal people.

Only this time, it was obvious that the federal people were not looking for him.

"Sit down...", the head supervisor shook his head, "Don't be so excited, I'm not looking for you this time."

He looked at the eldest prince sitting beside him and said, "We are coming to see you this time. Maybe you are interested in talking to us."

There was no coercion or threat, but everyone knew that this was a coercion and threat in itself. The eldest prince stood up slowly, "Do you need handcuffs on my hands?"

The leading security committee director shook his head, "No, you can't hurt anyone!"

The confidence and contempt in his tone could no longer arouse the eldest prince's emotions. He had long been accustomed to these people's tone and way of speaking.

Then, led by this group of people, he came to a room where a gentleman was already sitting.

He was eating a sandwich, two slices of bread, some vegetables, tomato rings, onion rings, and a few other things, and it all looked very tempting.

"Do you want one?", he pointed to the plate at hand, there was another one inside.

The eldest prince shook his head and sat opposite him, with a distance of about two meters between the two of them.

He withdrew his eyes from the eldest prince and continued to focus on the newspaper in front of him, reading, eating, and talking.

"I'm Jerry from the Federal Strategic Intelligence Service. I was recently established. I'm very busy with many things, and I didn't have time to eat at noon, so..." He explained why he ate at this time.

Then he finished what he was holding and picked up the one on the plate.

There were only the two of them in the room, and it was extremely quiet. Apart from the occasional sound of flipping newspapers, the only sound left was the sound of Mr. Jerry chewing.

He had lowered his voice, but it was too quiet here, so it still came out.

It took about five minutes before Jerry, who was sitting opposite, clapped his hands and wiped them on a handkerchief.

A smile appeared on his face, "Sorry, I 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.

Not refusing, but not cooperating either.

Jerry seemed to know his current situation and was not angry. He still kept smiling, "I read your file and I have to say that you are an unlucky person."

"You spent money to find someone to impersonate you, but that person turned out to be more ambitious and bolder than you could imagine. This is the first time I've seen someone as unlucky as you!"

Jerry couldn't help laughing loudly. This was a joke in the entire intelligence system. In order to prevent some problems, a substitute was hired, but the substitute almost killed the real prince.

It was so dramatic and so funny.

The eldest prince always looked at the person opposite him quietly, not angry or ashamed, and kept his mind calm.

After being locked up for so long, he is no longer so easily angered.

Jerry looked at the eldest prince. The two looked at each other for a while, and he gradually shook his head, "You must really want to go out."

"You even want to go back to Nagaril, but you never get the chance."

The eldest prince's eyes fluctuated and changed, but soon disappeared again. He didn't know what Jerry was going to do, nor did he know what the Strategic Intelligence Service was.

Instinct made him act extra cautious, and he still looked at the other party without expressing his position.

Jerry was not worried. He turned the newspaper in front of him and pushed it in front of the eldest prince, "Look, Akumali, you should know him."

The eldest prince glanced at Akumali in the newspaper, who was standing among the crowd enjoying cheers and applause, and shook his head, "I don't know Akumali, I don't know him."

"No, you know him. He used to be a member of your Al-Shabaab."

The eldest prince was silent for a while and did not continue to refute. If the other party could find out these details, it would mean that someone in the Al-Shabaab had betrayed them.

He was a little unhappy at first, but then he felt relieved.

If he himself is like this, how can he ask other people to remain absolutely loyal to him or to the original Al-Shabaab?

This is impossible. The Federals' methods are terrible. Not everyone can persist. As long as one person speaks, others will no longer resist.

Because they will feel that resistance is meaningless.

"We plan to deal with him, we need some..." Jerry showed a slightly uncomfortable smile on his face, "You know, some deaths are sinking, and some deaths are sublimation."

"As the former leader of al-Shabaab in Nagalir, you have special qualities in some ways."

Whether it is the Nagaril Youth Party or the party that changed its name several times later, their core ideas are not divorced from the expulsion of foreigners through violence and other methods.

Including the riots they triggered against foreigners, many foreigners died in this disaster.

These are all their work. If at this time a person who claims to "use violence to stop violence" stands up against Akumali, or even... kills Akumali.

what happens?

If it was just a simple assassination and the prince killed Akumali, then some people's faith would collapse. This is not what Lynch and the federal government want.

But what would happen if after that, Akumali forgives the eldest prince's crimes, and the eldest prince becomes his successor... while repenting and continuing to spread this idea?

Akumali's death will sublimate, and his death saves the lost lambs... Sorry, this is what the federal people say, it should be said that it saves the believers lost in the nightmare.

For those who believe in these ideas, these changes will make them more fanatical, while those who do not believe in these ideas may therefore pay a little attention to this school of thought.

As for the great prince who inherited Akumali's ideas and took the initiative to pass on this idea, how to deal with it?

Maybe when necessary, he wakes up to everything and commits suicide, perhaps once again sublimating the entire school of thought!

The death of the great and the death of the despicable will push this kind of thinking to a higher peak!

This is very detailed.

The birth of the Strategic Intelligence Service is also related to some changes in the situation. In the past, the Security Committee and the Military Intelligence Bureau were mainly responsible for domestic security work in the federation.

There is actually nothing about active penetration and defense from foreign countries.

In a sense, the spies they place in various countries are just based on "If I don't do this, others may think I am a fool. Although I don't want to steal any secrets, I still send some spies out, hoping not to cause international misunderstandings... …”

Now as the international situation is changing every day, Mr. President and Mr. Trueman, the First Minister of the Department of International Affairs, decided to establish a department specializing in overseas intelligence work, which is the Office of Strategic Intelligence.

Just a few days after their establishment, and even the office was still being renovated, they took over their first case, a case related to Akumali.