Chapter 212 Chaotic Quagmire
If we were to say what the people of the Federation are best at, it would probably be to freely publish their opinions on the Star Network under a cover of disguise.
Of course, since that incident, they have tightened the boundaries of "free speech".
Just like the very hotly discussed vote recently - "Who do you prefer, the third-generation marshal or the fourth-generation marshal?" The comments below are also relatively peaceful.
I want a large cup, thanks: "The fourth generation is very responsible, but in terms of personality, he seems to be imitating the third generation too much... Is it just me?"
Three generations of black people: "Haha, who doesn't know the black material of the third generation? People like this are worth imitating?"
Meow Meow Meow: "What? Can someone give me some basic information about the third generation's negative information? And about 'that person', I suddenly really want to know."
Savannah was originally using his computer to look up information when this malicious poll suddenly popped up, so he clicked on it.
With every page of the comments section, his eyes darkened.
The third generation was a lifelong villain: "To put it simply, 'that person' is like a tonic in a game. Whichever side gets it becomes stronger. Initially, she was on the Zerg side. After being brought back by the third generation, 'that person' was detained by the Federation. Later, the third generation suddenly rebelled, kidnapped 'that person' and left the Federation planet. She only showed up to help during the Zerg War."
"Anyway, I don't see how the Third Generation is qualified to protect the Federation as a Marshal. He did everything he did to protect 'that person', abandoning the entire Federation for his own selfish desires."
The third generation of life black continued to ramble on: "If he hadn't helped in the war, I would have suspected that he had followed in the footsteps of the former base manager Fay and become an undercover Zerg agent."
Unsurprisingly, these few paragraphs won a lot of likes and responses from many people, as well as extended discussions:
"I heard that 'that person' was also treated as an experimenter after being detained by the federal government. Is that true?"
"So what if it's fake? So what if it's true? Sacrificing one person can save the entire federation. If it were me, I would definitely do it! And my name would go down in history!"
"Yeah, anyway, he'd just be a guinea pig wherever he went, so he might as well just stay in the Federation and contribute. Such a 'talent' is being wasted like this. I really don't know what the third generation was thinking."
"I'm in love, I'm really lost in love."
"If it weren't for her, the Zerg War wouldn't have broken out so violently. How many innocent soldiers would have been killed by the mutant Zerg on the battlefield... So many lives."
"It seems that 'that person' deserves no regrets to die."
"Fortunately, our fourth generation marshal has remained on the battlefield until the very end, bringing us victory and hope!"
During this discussion, everyone behaved with righteousness and dignity.
Gradually, netizens have rightfully put all the blame on the three generations of marshals and that sinner of the century.
Even if there were a few people who still remembered the great achievements of the third generation and spoke well of him, they were ridiculed by a large number of netizens and quit the Internet.
This level of "discussion" is far less than the StarNet riots a few years ago.
At best, it is just a peaceful appetizer.
As if torturing herself, Savannah scrolled through the comments section under the vote from beginning to end.
Until the end, the light brain projection screen automatically turned off because it had not been read for too long. Savannah still had her head lowered, and her eyes seemed to be soaked with extremely dark ink, with no emotion visible.
"elder brother?"
Daya sat down in front of him and waved her hand, but she didn't get any attention from him.
"Savannah?"
Daya screamed again.
Her adoptive brother still didn't react, and there was an unsettling low pressure around him.
Daya sighed softly, moved closer, put her forehead against his, and closed her eyes slightly.
She did not stubbornly pull Savannah out of his world, but just used the warmth of their skin to remind him - I am by your side.
After a long time, Daya felt the other party move, slowly pressed her head down, supported the back of her head, and leaned it against his chest where his heart was beating rapidly.
"Brother, are you worried?"
I am worried that the decision to return to the Federation Star will cause harm to Lord Elvis and Sister Wanwan.
"No." Savannah sneered, and a rare bright smile appeared on her face.
"I'm excited."
In the past few years, the Zerg nests and their occupied planets have been gradually destroyed. Apart from Fayi, who is cunning and always manages to escape, the remaining enemies... are only the scum of the Federation.
"Do you have a plan?" Daya also became inexplicably happy.
"Hmm~" Savannah nodded and raised an eyebrow. "Since they all say we are undercover, then... wouldn't it be very unfair if we don't do what undercover agents are supposed to do?"
Daya understood this sentence as soon as she heard it.
"Have you decided to go out?"
Lord Ivis has devoted himself to protecting the Federation for more than ten years. It is absolutely impossible to say that he has no supporters after the "rebellion".
Many of those people were Lord Ives's former subordinates, people who had received his favors and help.
There are also some ordinary people who have always believed in him.
And all of them, under the cohesion and coordination of those with ulterior motives, secretly formed the "Silver Organization" that lurked in the darkness and was not discovered by anyone.
They did not belong to any legion leader, they only belonged to the man "Ivis".
"It's already been announced internally." Savannah became more and more excited as she thought about it. Suddenly, she grabbed Daya's waist, stood up, and spun her around a few times. "Lord Ives is going back. They're all so happy."
"All they need is a welcome party for us."
Daya was startled by the sudden act of lifting him up and spinning him around. She quickly hugged the boy's neck and laughed, "Brother Savannah, why are you angry and happy at the same time?"
She suddenly pursed her lips and said, "It's just that Brother Eli is still sitting in the fourth generation's position."
Savannah paused slightly.
He lowered his eyelids, not really caring: "Eli? That guy has been doing this for so long, he should be satisfied."
Since Lord Ives wants to go back, then of course the other party...
The position of marshal should be returned respectfully.
As for the federal government, it's time for a major reshuffle.
The two fans were still leaning against each other and chatting about the details of the operation when they suddenly heard a "beep" sound from the computer. They lowered their eyebrows and saw that it was a message from Elvis.
"My Lord and Sister Wanwan are leaving AT Star." Daya's eyes lit up.
In other words, they can drive a spaceship to pick people up.
"Let's go to the cab together," said Savannah.
The spaceship the brother and sister were on at the moment was hovering in space not far from the AT star.
It's not so close that a passing space thief would discover their tracks, nor is it so far that they can't get there in a short time.
The spaceship was driving very fast, and in less than five minutes, it had already picked up Elvis and Tong Wanwan.
The next action must be kept secret from Sister Wanwan.
However, they would never let her leave their side.
If you leave without permission, it's not just Lord Ives.
Even they will be very, very...
It's so sad.
They are all black and have psychological problems_(:з」∠)_
(End of this chapter)
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