Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1184: Anger

"Save me?" '"What does that mean? Am I a prisoner? If so, please tell me which federal law I have violated!" Allen shouted.

"Hey hey, don't shout so loudly." Fendy put a finger in front of her mouth, made a silent gesture, and laughed, "In fact, you didn't break any law, and you weren't a prisoner."

"Then let me go!"

"No, little lion. You should listen to me obediently. Of course, you are not a prisoner. Instead, you are a nobler subject than a prisoner."

"Subject?" Ellen shook his head. "I don't understand what you're talking about. I don't have anything worth studying. Since I haven't broken the law, what right does the Federation have to do this to me?"

"Whoever says no, as long as Mr. President agrees, I can catch you here. Alright, little lion. If you cooperate, then tell me the secrets of the Son of Twilight. It will be good for both of us."

"I don't know about the Sons of Twilight," Ellen said angrily. "All I know is that you've violated the personal freedom of federal citizens!"

"Looks like you still don't understand. It doesn't matter. I'll explain it to you carefully." Fendi pointed at the machine that was tightly clasping Alan's left and right hands. "First of all, let me give you an honor to introduce this thing. It is called a heavy press. It can adjust its internal pressure through the brain. Now that I have set the pressure to 50 tons, I believe that with pure basic strength, it will be very difficult for you to tear it apart, right?"

Fendy walked up to Alan and flicked his head. Alan could not see anything above his head, but he could clearly hear a metallic echo. Fendy smiled and said, "As for the treasure that wears your head, it's my favourite. You probably can't see it like this, so allow me to describe it to you." It looks like a helmet, but there are more than three hundred electrode needles on the helmet. These things have passed through your skull and pierced into your brain. Of course, they are so tiny that you can barely feel them. But trust me, you won't like these bad guys. Because if I wanted to, they would send electricity to your brain. It will also interfere with the movement of Origin Energy in your body. "

"So look, the heavy press, plus this treasure on your head. Lord Alan, no matter how brave you were before, you are no different from an ordinary person now." Fendy took a few steps back and spread out his hands. "I've said so much, and you probably know what's going on. Then can you tell me the secret about the Son of Twilight?"

"I said I don't know!" Ellen said in a low voice, "Is there something wrong with you, or is it a misunderstanding? Let go of me, do you want this misunderstanding to deepen?"

Fendy rubbed his forehead and shook his head. "What a pity, little lion. If you cooperate obediently, we can probably get along for a few days. It seems impossible now. Since you don't want to say it, we can only do it ourselves."

He snapped his fingers.

Moments later, footsteps sounded and several researchers wearing biochemical uniforms and masks walked in. Fendy pointed at Allen and said, "This is your subject. Mr. Morbit said that we need to know his secret. Then let's start with the simplest blood test. He's your specimen, but remember, don't kill him. Apart from that, you can do whatever you want."

"I see, General Fendi." Said one of the men who was obviously in charge. His eyes shone brightly when he looked at Alan, and his expression was filled with excitement.

Alan was incomparably furious. Fendi actually treated him as an experimental subject and ignored his wishes. What's the difference between this and pigs and sheep? Watch as a few researchers come forward, one of them skillfully sterilizing his arm. Another person took out a syringe and obviously wanted to extract his blood specimen. Alan roared, "You have no right to do this! I have done so much for the Federation. On Nether Domain, I discovered the civilization origin of the Saber Demon! On the interstellar battlefield, I prevented the outsiders from plotting to frame the Federation! After all I've done, is this the reward the Federation has given me?"

Fendi shrugged and turned to leave. Alan was furious, and the Heavenly Fire Origin Energy surged in his body. Unexpectedly, when Origin Energy started to move, a sharp pain came from his brain. With his endurance, he couldn't help but scream miserably. The Origin Energy in his body immediately lost control, and he was unable to control it freely as usual. At this time, a cold sensation came from his arm, and the researchers inserted the needle into his hand.

Alan cried out when he saw the blood being drawn into the needle from his arm. It was not because of the pain in his body, but because of the anger that his dignity had been trampled upon!

However, no one paid any attention to him. Only a surveillance camera in the corner of the room loyally recorded all of this.

"… These are the quarterly reports."

In a dim room, only a few rays of light hung down. There was a person in every ray of light, wearing a mask with the number of a poker card on it. They were A, J, Q, K and a clown mask. Alan stood in the middle and reported to them in his usual low tone on the quarterly briefing. He doesn't look like a federal president here, but more like a department head who reports financially to company directors.

In fact, these people were indeed his bosses, at least temporarily.

They are high-ranking figures in Light Concealment Society, the core class. Alan didn't know what kind of faces were behind those masks, but he knew that any one of them could silently make him disappear from this world.

They had the power and power to do so.

"Very good, we are very satisfied with this progress." The man in the colored clown mask said, "But Alan, did you miss something?"

"Which one, please?"

"I heard that not long ago, two Federation generals, Hillfa and Fendi, had a conflict over their work?"

Alan patted his forehead. "So you're talking about it. It's just a small matter. It's not the first day of the discord between the two generals, so I didn't report it to everyone."

The man in the K mask wanted to say something, but the clown was the first to say, "Well, Alan, do your job. If there's anything special, report it to us immediately."

"Yes, sir."

Alan lowered his head and gradually disappeared. After his holographic projection disappeared, the man in the mask K finally said, "He's lying."

"He is indeed lying." The clown said calmly, "He thought we didn't know that Alan Bescord had been recalled and transferred by Fendi to the largest prison in the Federation, the Iron Prison!"

"Not only that, he also contacted Cajasso through our channels before that. However, the conversation between them was encrypted and we were unable to decipher it. He also concealed this from the report just now." "In my opinion, Alan is out of control. We have to consider a replacement," K shouted.

"Don't worry, my friend." Laughter came from the clown's mask. The man said, "Alan can't hide his tricks from me. He moved Alan Bescot to get his hands on the power of the Twilight Son." He contacted Cajasso in order to obtain the capital to deal with Ada. Our presidential substitute is not simple. He is very thoughtful and ambitious. Don't you think what he did saved us a lot of effort? "

'"I think he should hand over Alan from the beginning. Even we don't know what the Son of Twilight is. Alan can know more than we do. There are already too many examples that tell us that trying to control an unknown power often ends in tragedy!" K said heavily.

The clown shrugged, "Then what do you suggest?"

"Stop Alan's operation. Tell him to inform Aufascists and hand over the Son of Twilight as soon as possible."

"Heavens." The clown whispered, "K, our old friend. When did you become so timid that you were so afraid of the Son of Twilight, the Emperor of Idaho? I think Alan did a good job. If you can unearth the secrets of the power of the Son of Twilight, don't you think this is an opportunity for humanity to rise?"

"I think this is more like playing with fire!" K shouted, "Please open your eyes wide and see if the power of the Son of Twilight can be analyzed. Alan's private detention of the core members of Beskard is enough to seriously affect our entire plan." Have you ever wondered how Horn would react if he knew about this? That would probably lead to a complete outbreak of conflict between the nobles and the Federation, and now, this is not the time! "

"Alright, K. You're being too cautious. That's right, it's a bit risky. But it's worth it. You can also imagine that when Alan deciphers the secrets of the Son of Twilight, we'll take over the power. When that time comes, humans, as a young race, will be superior to other cosmic civilizations, and we will no longer have to obey Adahua Planet's orders. "We can flatten Agares. The glory of humanity will spread to all the star systems!" The clown opened his hands and shouted, "This is the future we deserve. Of course, if you still insist, you can only follow the old method and vote."

"Then vote," K nodded.

"Alright, then those in favour of stopping Alan's actions, please raise your hands." The clown said.

K raised his arm, but he was the only one who raised his hand.

The clown continued, "Raise your hand if you agree to interpret the Son of Twilight." Then he raised his arm, and J and Q both raised their arms. Only A shook his head and said, "I can't judge which of you is more correct, so I abstained."

"I respect your choice." The clown looked at K again and said, "But even so, I still have three votes on my side. So unfortunately, your suggestion is rejected, old friend."

"Then let's end this meeting."

Light extinguished one after another, and in the end only K remained standing in the light. He looked around and took off his mask. Behind the mask was Alstair's fat face. The Chancellor of the Exchequer said with a face full of disappointment, "Not only has Alan lost control, but you have also lost control. Have you all forgotten the original intention of the organization? It is to observe and give necessary guidance behind the scenes of history, not to interfere openly …"