Chapter 42 If you don't get angry, no one will care.

Qi An glanced up and saw more than just the people at the entrance of the power distribution room.

Some people, even though they didn't see Yixiao directly through the screen, could still imagine the little girl's expression after seeing the casualty statistics of the war.

"There are many strange people and strange things in the world," the man said.

The person next to him hummed in response, then immediately realized what he meant and nodded slightly forward: "That's true."

For example, the person in the ward above was quite peculiar.

They were on the top floor of the inpatient department of the First Military Hospital, where there was only a few scattered wards along a wide corridor.

These were top-tier VIP wards before the apocalypse, and they remain places few can enter even after the apocalypse.

This group of people went in without anyone stopping them.

The man who had just put his phone back in his pocket was a middle-aged man in his forties.

He wore a light gray-brown thin sweater with a somewhat outdated pattern, and a plain dark gray jacket over it. He was of average height and build, with a square face and ordinary features; there was nothing particularly memorable about him at first glance.

But his eyes, like a still, deep lake, were both clear and profound, creating a paradox that made people afraid to look him in the eye.

Among the few scattered wards at the front, the second to last one from the back had a guard at the door.

Upon seeing the man, the guard immediately straightened his posture and gave a perfect military salute.

The man smiled and nodded, signaling the guard to knock on the door.

There was no response from the ward for several minutes.

The guard became uneasy after waiting for several minutes. He tried to knock on the door several times, but the man stopped him each time.

This person is extremely patient.

The response from inside the room was irritable, with obvious impatience.

However, her voice was a girl's voice, delicate and weak, which was never unpleasant.

The man at the door was still smiling as he entered.

Tan Fu, who was idly pulling at the sheets on the bed, was stunned when he saw the person who came in.

She froze, instinctively straightened up, and squinted her round eyes.

The series of subtle movements were swift and discreet, and the guard was well concealed. The man, Mao Anlin, Chairman of the National Security Committee, thought to himself, "This young girl is far more mature than her actual age."

The guard entered silently and placed a chair beside the hospital bed. Mao Anlin sat down.

“You should know me,” he said with a slight smile, extending his hand to Tan Fu.

Tan Fu clenched his right hand under the blanket for a moment before extending it to shake hands with the large hand.

She shook hands, but didn't say anything.

Because of this brief moment of silence, Tan Fu felt the thick, heavy air around him through every pore, and unconsciously wanted to open his mouth to breathe.

This person's authority far surpasses the authority that Tan Shou feigns.

He seemed to be a natural force field, perfectly sealing off wherever he went.

In this suffocating force field, Tan Fu shrank back, lowered his head, and remained silent.

She didn't speak, and Mao Anlin wasn't annoyed. He smiled and said, "All the managers of 'Star Fortress' were poisoned by you."

Tan Fu's fingertips twitched, but she refrained from pulling at the bed sheet; her face remained expressionless.

"It can completely bypass the supervision of the Cyber ​​Security Department, contact the Fallen Insects, bypass the firewall, enter the internal network, and even hack the email account of a member of the Black God Cult to send a report to the Warlord's Office."

"Has it been in Yao Du'an's phone?" Mao Anlin asked calmly, with a smile.

Although the letters of complaint received by the warlord's office were all sent anonymously, they could still find the email addresses if they wanted to.

The email was sent at the perfect time, six hours before the Starbase attack began.

The staff usually glance at their emails at the start of the afternoon workday.

The email in my inbox contained that alarming complaint letter.

The warlord's office reported the email to headquarters, which naturally ordered them to trace the source of the email.

The mailbox owner, a hidden member of the Black God Cult, worked in an electromechanical parts manufacturing plant and was completely bewildered when he was taken away.

He was genuinely bewildered, but when asked about "Ci'anju" (a place name), his panic was also genuine.

This person was not deeply involved in the attack and did not know the specific plans for the attack, but he did see Yao Du'an at the underground gathering.

He didn't know the other person's identity, but he could recognize them from the photo.

He had also heard some things about the core members of the cult's interest in "Star Fortress".

The two pieces of information, combined with the real person's confession and the audio evidence, demonstrate that the severity and certainty of the incident are enough to warrant the deployment of military and police forces by the headquarters!

But who hacked that member's email account? It happened without a trace, and the technical staff found it difficult to trace.

The confessions of those arrested at "Cishanju" provided clues to all the questions.

There was no physical evidence whatsoever. Tan Fu did nothing throughout the entire process, and no one could prove that she knew the soup was poisoned.

Mao Anlin, and the real power structure behind him, do not need physical evidence.

It felt as if two cubic meters of air had been sucked away, making the surroundings even more suffocating.

Mao Anlin was curious about how long the little girl could remain silent, and guessed between the two most likely reactions: shock and anger leading to a defensive reaction, or panic and tears leading to a breakdown of grievance.

Or is this young girl mature and intelligent enough to remain rational?

Tan Fu's fingertips were stiff and cold, but his voice remained calm. His words, however, were incisive and surprised Mao Anlin:

"I have accessed Yao Du'an's phone, but it was his personal phone, not a military device with added defense software."

You've come here today to confirm not only my crimes and abilities, but also my thoughts.

Mao Anlin raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a smile.

"It seems the base is developing an upgraded version of the 'Vega' drone swarm. Even if the information outpost that was destroyed had a core server, it wasn't the only one."

That Ash Priestess is definitely not dead.

"My thoughts are still somewhat important," Tan Fu said slowly.

She dared to meet the person's gaze. "If I told those supervisors about the Fallen Insects, and you took control of everything, could you guarantee that the current outcome would be achieved?"

Tan Shou is a fool who can't hide anything from his face. Can his abnormality be completely concealed from the doctor?

With ample manpower at the base, the investigation naturally leaned towards offline methods.

Is it possible to track and monitor doctors without being detected by astute military personnel who come into contact with them?

Of course, she shouldn't question the power of this behemoth that is the base, but she successfully traced the location of the Fallen Insect core server, uncovered the dangerous and malignant Black God Cult, and risked her life to confront the Fallen Insects that came to kill her.

Her "thoughts," her attitude, and her stance are all crystal clear.

All the enemies in the bases are her enemies, but she's determined to smash that cage to pieces!

“I won’t admit my mistake. I would make the same choice even if it happened a hundred times,” Tan Fu said.

The little girl's thin cheeks were sunken, making her large eyes appear even more striking. Her pupils looked like they were made of scalding iron filings, which were quite piercing.

Her declaration was followed by the line: "If I don't smash the cage, will I even have the chance to speak to you?"

Those in high positions who are busy with countless affairs of state will not care whether the young girl in the cage is aggrieved or has any "thoughts".

He only needs to hear his supervisor's report that the humanoid weapon is in good working order, easy to store and use, and that it ensures national security.

If she doesn't get angry and show her fangs, who will pay attention to her?