Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1206: Great Xiamen Will Fall into the Hands of Generals

[Seeing Alan's unexpected calm, Mirren is a little surprised. But he also keenly sensed the subtle changes in Allen's aura. Although Allen's expression was calm now, there was a volcano about to erupt inside. His sorrow and anger were completely twisted together and mixed into a kind of emotion of Mo Ming. Mirren took care of the whole legion for Windsor Belo, and occasionally took her place among all sorts of people. Her ability to detect and observe was already at its peak. Even so, he couldn't see through Alan at all.

The young man seemed to have sealed his heart and the icy rock.

"I'm fine, Laura. But I need to be quiet and think about what to do next." Alan gently pulled down Laura's hand, smiled faintly, and walked up the stairs.

Laura did not believe that he was fine. His hands were so cold that even though they were no longer trembling, they were no longer as warm as before. But now, she also knew that Alan needed a quiet and deserted corner. There were some wounds that she had to face on her own. Even the people closest to him couldn't share the burden.

"Alan." Roddy suddenly turned around and stopped him, "Remember, no matter who you are, no matter where you are, you will always be Beskard!"

Alan looked at the man, clenched his fists and lightly punched his chest. "Of course, this is my pride."

Roddy nodded.

Only then did Alan walk up the stairs and turn the corner. He suddenly leaned against the wall and coughed out a mouthful of blood. The color on his face immediately faded. He silently wiped off the blood and walked to the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of water sounded from inside. Although the water could wash away the blood, it could not wash away some of the things in his heart.

Gulu gulu.

It was the sound of bubbles rising. This sound was extremely familiar to him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed this moment of peace. However, his heart suddenly stirred and he still opened his eyes. Through the base liquid in those vessels, his gaze pierced through the transparent barrier of the biological tank and landed on a round figure. Holding a bottle of wine in his hand, the man staggered to the front of the bio-tank and slapped the button on the intercom. Then, he looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Horn is dead."

When he heard the news, an uncomfortable feeling surged through his heart. Then he said calmly, "You killed him. You are indeed his good friend."

'"Don't you say that! I didn't mean to kill him. He shouldn't have died in that prison either. That shit prison is guarded by a mad dog. What right does Fendi have to take Old Horn's life? He's not even worthy to carry his shoes for Horn!" Alstair suddenly roared angrily.

"But he's still dead, isn't he?"

Panting heavily, Alstair pressed his hand against the wall of the tank. "That night, a destructive explosion occurred in the Iron Hell. After that, the Federation retrieved a few videos, which were rare. However, it showed that Horn was attacked by two people before the explosion. One was Fendi, the other was a stranger. The identity and origin of the other party was a complete mystery. "Now the Federation is tracking Alan and tracing the origin of that person, even if he may have died in that explosion."

He looked coldly at the minister and said, "You are to blame for all of this. What Light Concealment Society, what are you observing and guiding in the dark? You put yourselves on the altitude of God and make some self-righteous decisions. But look, what did these decisions lead to? Alstair, is this the situation you Light Concealment Society wants?"

"Because of your foolishness, the Federation is like a crumbling edifice that has collapsed!"

"If it's destined to collapse, then let it collapse," said Alstair, glancing at the man in the tank.

"Don't you think this is too bastard? Could it be that this is the result you want? It hasn't collapsed yet. There's still a chance to remedy it!"

"Ha, I know what you want to say." Alstair turned off the walkie-talkie and ignored the angry gaze of the man in the bio-tank. He shook his head and said, "No, it won't help if you come out. It'll make things worse." So even if you hate me, I still have to leave you here. "At the very least, you can still live. I have already lost many friends. I don't want to see you die."

The minister snorted. It was the song of dawn, and he even sang two sentences: "We are the blades of dawn, we are the shields of hope." "Our names will be engraved on that heroic monument …" He paused for a moment before mocking himself, "Now I can't see the dawn, and I don't know where the hope lies. One thing is for sure, our names will remain on the Tombstone of the Spirit of Heroes. "Are you right, old friend?"

No one answered. In the silence, Alstair left the underground secret room.

Today, all MIA staff held their breaths, fearing that their breathing would alert the furious Mr. President. In their minds, the president rarely lost his temper as much as he did today. But anyone who knows the situation knows that no wonder the president is so angry, because a big thing happened a week ago and so many problems remain unresolved.

One night a week ago, the Iron Prison, located in the eleventh region of the earth's surface, was completely razed, including a small part of the nearby desert that was dozens of kilometers away. Right now, there was only a terrifying and enormous crater left. In the feedback from the investigation team sent to the surface, the most frequently mentioned thing was that there was no sign of life. That night, not only did all the prisoners in the Iron Prison disappear, the Federation also lost a general and hundreds of elite soldiers.

This was probably the only thing that had happened in the history of the Federation. Since the Federation was established until now, no general had died outside the war zone. The president has ordered a thorough investigation, but public opinion is still directed at the Federation. The Gate of Freedom on the surface took advantage of this opportunity to attack the Federation, and the President was already very busy. I believe that no one will have a good temper under such circumstances.

So when Dr. Guido walked into the president's room, he was very anxious. After Josh, the director of the Biochemical Laboratory in Iron Hell, lost contact with him, Dr. Guido was in charge of Josh's work. He needed to look for any clues about Project Twilight, including information left behind by Josh, experimental journals, and so on. It could be said that this week was probably the busiest week of Dr. Guido's life. And now, the president wants to hear his work report.

He knocked on the door and saw the gloomy-faced president, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.

Alan glanced at the doctor and said in a low voice, "I've heard enough bad news today. I hope you can bring me good news. How's it going, Dr. Guido? Is there any progress on the Twilight Project?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. President." Guido took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. "Because of the devastating explosion in Iron Hell, many precious materials disappeared. It must have happened so suddenly that I couldn't find much information in Supervisor Josh's personal space. It seems like he didn't even have time to upload important documents when something happened to Iron Hell."

Alan narrowed his eyes and stood up. In the eyes of the doctor, the president was like a huge shadow enveloping him. He felt a little difficult to breathe, and his heart was much faster than usual. '"Doctor, if it's a simple job, I don't need to look for you. Are you right?" Alan looked at the doctor, who was about to faint before he withdrew his aura and said, "Doctor, if it's a simple job, I don't need to look for you."

"Yes, sir." Guido hurriedly took out a tablet brain, opened it, and placed it on Alan's desk. "Although I couldn't find the information left behind by Supervisor Josh, I managed to obtain some videos from inside the prison via satellite."

"We've got enough, but I don't think those videos will help with the Twilight Project."

"This is different, sir."

Seeing the doctor's insistence, Alan looked at the screen. A video had already started to play inside. The video was in the elevator, and Josh could be seen in it. He and his team seemed to be preparing to leave when a woman inside lay on the ground in pain. Then the scene became blurry. When the scene became clear again, a strange creature appeared in the elevator.

It was like a wild beast with a long horn and a ball of flame sprayed out from the middle of the two horns. It began to attack the people in the elevator. The world in the elevator quickly turned into hell, and only Josh escaped.

"What is this?" Alan raised his head and asked.

"A type of life that never appeared …" Dr. Guido said, "Because the prison was completely destroyed, even if the system uploads these videos regularly to the satellite servers, they are still incomplete, as you can see. So I can only guess that the life that appeared in the elevator was related to that woman. If you look closely, Mr. President, you will find that the only thing missing from the elevator is that woman. Moreover, that creature's body was covered in tattered clothes … "

Alan frowned, "You mean that creature was mutated from humans?"

"Yes, that's right." Guido licked his lips and continued, "I checked Director Josh's previous work report. Before Project Twilight, the Iron Hell Laboratory did not carry out any projects related to gene mutations or the cultivation of alien life in the past two quarters. Therefore, that creature was most likely the product of the Twilight Project. Although I don't know how it went, I wouldn't believe it if I said that there's nothing between the two. "

'"Son of Twilight, mutant" Alan rubbed his eyebrows and said, "In short, you are in charge of this matter. Dr. Guido, go search for similar life forms. If you need anything, just prepare a report. Let me tell you, there is no upper limit to your budget for this plan!"

"I'll work hard, sir," said Guido excitedly.

Alan waved his hand to let the doctor leave. Just as Guido was about to leave, an MIA officer came in from behind. "Sir, we've contacted Marshal Greed. She's on the ninth line …"

"I see." Alan pressed a light button on the table, and Windsor Belo's figure appeared on the projection wall in front of him. Alan placed his hands on the table and leaned forward slightly. This was the posture Mobie used to use when blaming his subordinates. He said sternly, "Marshal, you need to give me an explanation about the Iron Prison!"