Bu Tiange changed the subject and shifted the blame to him, which was something Xia Jiande had not expected.
He said: "This is absolute nonsense! Can you provide any evidence?"
Bu Tiange said calmly, "Then Marshal Xia suspected General Xu of mutiny and even suspected me of being his accomplice. What evidence does he have?"
"The secret letter sent by Second Lieutenant Xia is the evidence! It's irrefutable!"
Xia Jiande was so angry that his cheeks were shaking.
Bu Tiange said slowly, "Xia Ying is very ambitious. It's not impossible that she fabricated lies to gain merit. Do you have any way to prove that she is completely trustworthy?"
"this……"
Xia Jiande speaks in Spanish.
He knew that Bu Tiange was talking nonsense, but he couldn't find a reasonable reason to refute her.
The Führer gave him a look, signaling him to shut up.
Although Xia Jiande was indignant, he knew that the more he said, the more mistakes he would make, so he had to step aside.
The head of state spoke first: "Miss, we can talk it out properly. Why do you have to choose this method?"
"You set up a blockade between the north and the south, and control us by selecting generals."
His fingertips tapped the armrest of the swivel chair lightly. Bu Tiange looked at him and said calmly, "Is this a sign that you are willing to communicate with us?"
Faced with her questioning, the leader did not get angry, but instead demonstrated his leadership style to the fullest.
He said, "Miss Bu, in order to preserve the human race, we have no choice but to do this."
"You know what? That's not very touching."
Bu Tiange shook his head. "You could completely change your rhetoric and say that you're doing this to develop the potential of the people in the South. Maybe you can even win some supporters."
Is it really for the purpose of preserving the human race, or is it a high-sounding excuse devised by the rulers to protect themselves?
The truth is probably self-evident.
"Miss Bu, if you can't speak properly, the consequences will be something you can't afford."
The leader still had a smile on his face, but a threat had crept into his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what it means to speak nicely." Bu Tiange shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Tell me, what consequences await me?"
The leader said, "Even if we take a step back, everyone present here is a high-level psychic. I don't think you would want to go against so many high-level psychics."
Bu Tiange chuckled, "But you guys are nothing special in my eyes."
Among the officers, an old man with white hair and beard, who looked quite old, jumped out first.
He stroked his carefully trimmed beard and scolded, "Young man, don't be too arrogant. Be careful not to fall!"
"Really?" Bu Tiange slowly straightened up, his dark pupils slightly raised, and his eyes became more and more interested.
"After hanging around in this damn apocalypse for so long, I finally met someone like me."
Qian Feng, a high-level psychic, once a respected historian, and now an advisor to the base army.
The powerful mental power condensed into a big knife and chopped towards him. Qian Feng's hand that was twisting his beard shook and pulled out a strand of his beard.
He resisted with all his might, and the two mental forces entangled and burst out, and the conference room immediately set off a huge wave with the long table as the center.
Qian Feng was forced back to the corner by the air wave, and his old bones were almost broken.
Bu Tiange sat there without moving.
She combed a lock of hair that had been messed up by the wind and asked calmly, "Mr. Qian, do you want to compete again?"
Shen Fan said, "Don't be like this, baby. Fighting with them is a waste of your mental energy."
Bu Tiange fiddled with his nails and said without raising his head, "Oh, I think so too."
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