Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1284: Lead Wire

After the beard was shaved clean, the man in the mirror returned to his previous appearance. His facial features were straight and hard. Even if he didn't say anything or do anything, as long as he stepped forward, his presence would be so strong that one couldn't ignore it. In his body, people could smell iron and blood. He was not an easy person to surrender, nor was he an easy person to give up.

After all, there were very few people like him who could carry out their beliefs day after day for decades and put them into action.

Perseverance is also a quality of success.

He had endured this for decades, and he would not give up at this time, especially when he saw hope.

The door opened, and the butler of Alstair delivered a set of clothes. It was a military uniform, perfectly pressed. The old butler could tell from his eyes that the man was very satisfied. He lowered his head and said in a more respectful tone than he had spoken to Alstair, "Sir, my lord is waiting for you in the dining-room."

This man in front of him was worthy of his respect.

Mobie nodded, "I'm going."

After a short sentence, there was no more unnecessary words. He silently changed his clothes and looked in the mirror. The federal president who walked out of the army came back.

However, there was not the slightest smile on his face.

He just warned himself that even if he had the chance to come back, he had to be careful, cautious, and cautious. Because he can't afford to lose, he must be more careful than anyone else.

When he pushed open the restaurant door, Mobius could smell all sorts of fragrances mixed together, and his stomach began to growl. This was perfectly normal, even though there was a nutrient solution injected into the biochemical tank every day. However, that thing was not real food, and people wanted to eat, so Mobie felt gratified when he heard his stomach scream. Being hungry means he's still alive. If you're alive, there's hope.

"Come on, I've already got someone to prepare something you like to eat." Alstair called from the side of the dining table. The main seat of this rectangular dining table was in the middle. However, Fatty was sitting on the chair on the left, obviously trying to make way for the main seat.

Mobie did not decline and strode to the main seat to sit down. The food on the table was dazzling and dressed in silver plates, from setting to decorating. Even the most ordinary vegetable salad, also pay attention to color matching, let a person look pleasing to the eye, index finger move.

"Look, this is a cheese baked snail. I know you have to eat a big plate every time." "And this mandarin fish soup with green sunflower," Alstair said. "You have to try it. It's fresh and delicious."

After introducing the dishes on the table, Alstair sat down, his fat face full of smiles, causing Mobie to be in a trance.

He picked up his knife and silver fork, ate a roasted lamb chop, and drank a mouthful of red wine. Then he looked at Alstair quietly and said, "Maybe we should talk about comeback first."

"Alright, it's like this." Alstair drank a mouthful of fish soup and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "I've been telling you that the time has come because Alan has taken the initiative. He has taken over the Federation and the presidency on your behalf. Even if you and I both know that he is a counterfeit, there is no solid evidence. Even if you jump out and identify him, it may not be effective," he said.

"He can completely control the public opinion in the media, pointing out that black is white and dealing with you in turn. That's why I want you to endure continuously. But now, you don't need to endure anymore."

"Oh, what?"

Alstair took a sip of the wine and said, "Because something interesting has happened recently."

"For example?"

"For example, someone sneaked into your residence and brought out some information about Alan." Alan ordered Capullo to go to the interstellar front to recall Windsor Belo from the moment the president's residence was invaded, Alstair said with a blink of an eye. Perhaps he suspected, or was certain, that the person who sneaked into the residence was Marshal Greed. Even if Capullo indirectly proved that the Windsor Belo were on the front lines, there is no material evidence to suggest that our Marshal was on the front lines when the presidential residence was invaded. Therefore, the possibility is very high. "

"If it was Windsor Belo, then she must have some doubts about Alan's presidency, because not long ago, the interstellar line was attacked by Nelm's fleet, and the enemy fleet seemed to know Sirius very well. Using precise tactical actions, they destroyed three frontline bases in one go, causing heavy losses to Sirius."

"So, the puppets you raised are already flirting with the people of Nelm?" Mobius snorted.

"I admit that Light Concealment Society has had some resource interactions with the people of Nelm prior to this. Alan probably used the contact information left behind by that action to connect with the people of Nelm. To be honest, the senior members of our organization have suffered heavy casualties. One of the senior members, code-named A, was secretly killed. I personally went to the scene and found debris of the Nelm-specific mecha. "So no matter how unwilling you are to believe it, I'm afraid that Alan has crossed the bottom line as a human for his own ambition and leaked the deployment on the frontlines, causing the Sirius base to be attacked."

"You guys are quite capable. You cultivated such a fellow." Mobie said mockingly.

Alstair smiled bitterly. "Before this, who would have thought that a substitute would be able to do so many things?"

"You're being too conceited. In fact, most of the people who drive the wheel of history are the people who used to be inconspicuous." Mobit's mind was lightning fast. Alstair didn't say much, but the few things Fatty mentioned were enough for him to put them together and form a general outline. "So it seems that it was the attack on Sirius' base that made Windsor Belo suspect Alan's head that led to the invasion of the president's residence. Someone should cover up for her. Otherwise, with her sensitive identity, it would be very difficult for her not to leave behind any traces. "

"Mr. Roddy, the current head of the Beskard family, invited us to meet the fake president on the day of the invasion," Alstair whispered.

"Oh, then I'm not surprised." "Windsor Belo is very close to Beskard and it makes sense for Roddy to cover it up for her," Morbit said.

"That's right, and I just said that Alan has lost something. As far as I know, these things are in Roddy's possession. They are some electronic messages that point directly at the fact that Alan is serving our organization."

"So what you're saying is that you're going to use this material to prove to the public that Alan is a fake, and then I'll take over the presidency again," Mobit said with a glint in his eyes.

"That's roughly the case. However, this matter is simple and very complicated to handle. Therefore, you need to be more patient. It can't be accomplished in a day or two."

Mobius snorted. "I've been in your shit basement for so long, and I've endured it. It doesn't matter now. But you'd better tell me the details of the plan. Otherwise, how am I going to work with you?"

Alstair smiled bitterly. "It's a last resort to lock you up in the basement, old friend. You must know that if anyone finds out that Mobius isn't dead. And right under Alstair's house, God, Alan and Vincent will kill me immediately."

What he said was the truth, and Mobie could not argue with it. He only looked at Fatty silently.

Alstair continued, "The details of the plan are not clear to you here, and I can only outline them." I had some spies in Beskard, and I didn't get the news until a few days after Roddy got the evidence. In fact, Roddy had a headache after getting the materials. Because if Alan was exposed, then the fake president would have to step down. At this time, the person who would benefit most was not their nobles, but another presidential candidate supported by the old party, Leylor. After doing all this, the nobles only got to take down a fake president, but they picked up the spokesperson of the old party. To them, this was simply a loss-making deal. "

"But if we don't expose it, according to what Alan did before, the Federation will only fall out with the nobles. The ones who will suffer will still be the nobles."

Alstair shook his head. "In the end, our Mr. Roddy could only secretly inform the three big families. I don't know how they thought about it. But now, with the three big families leading the way, the nobles have made another request to negotiate with Alan. I guess that material will be an important part of the negotiation."

"Then what's your plan?"

"Roddy's headache is not worth mentioning to us," said Alstair. What he was worried about was that after exposing the fake president, Leylou would take over. God knows what the old party would do. If the new president had been manipulated by Capulo, the situation would have been worse than it is now. But if he knew you weren't dead, things would be different. After exposing Alan, I can support your comeback. Of course, the premise is that you have to make some promises to the nobles. Simply put, it's about getting back together. "

"You must know that you planted the fuse to kick off the nobles. However, according to your plan, this fuse shouldn't be lit at this time. So, isn't it the best thing for you to remove this fuse now? At the same time, it can also let the nobles see your sincerity."

Mobbit nodded and said, "Sounds like a good plan. When are you going to let Roddy and I meet? I suppose it's before the nobles negotiate with Alan."

"Indeed." "There's still some time before the negotiation," said Alstair. "You've just come out of the biochemical tank. Recover your functions in these two days. As for the exact time of the meeting, I'll let you know when it's settled."

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