The explosion at the Xinjianuo evacuation point allowed Ansheng to complete the first part of his plan.
After the explosion, he and Liu Shasha were immediately controlled by agents lying in ambush nearby and were escorted to different interrogation rooms.
Liu Shasha spent two unforgettable hours in the interrogation room. In those two hours, she transformed from UN Secretary-General to accomplice, and finally to victim. Looking at the stack of papers before her, her stomach churned. The words on the pages grew increasingly blurry, while the boy's face in the photo printed on the first page became increasingly clear.
Finally, she could no longer hold on. Her head tilted and her body fell to one side. Her forehead hit the corner of the table with a bang. She fell heavily to the ground, and she lay motionless as if all the strength had been drained from her body.
The door of the interrogation room was opened and Alina rushed in. She helped up Liu Shasha, who had fallen unconscious on the ground, and checked her pulse.
"Fortunately, everything is normal." After a simple examination, Elena's heart finally eased a little. She stepped aside and watched the medical staff who arrived lift Liu Shasha onto the stretcher.
"Do you think she is a big suspect?" A man appeared at the door of the interrogation room. He leaned against the door and stared at the corner where the stretcher disappeared.
"Based on my understanding of Sasa, I believe what she said."
Elena regained her composure.
"snort."
The man snorted disdainfully, "I didn't expect our Secretary General to be such a naive person."
"Isn't it good to be a little naive?" Elena had come to the man's side. She didn't tie her hair up, and her long golden curly hair swayed gently with the cool air from the air conditioner.
"This era needs some naive people."
"Really?" The man turned around and looked at Elena in surprise. His eyes fell on the other's hair, and then he turned away with disdain.
"I hope you're not so naive."
Elena smiled slightly.
"You're right. There have to be some doers."
Aker United States Security Agency, serious criminal interrogation room.
"Three of the four evacuation points in the United States of Acre were attacked by suicide terrorists. Did you plan all of these?"
"Of course." An Sheng remained calm in the face of questioning. Not only did he confess to the crimes he had committed, he also took the initiative to disclose his next plans.
"The explosion in Xinjianuo District is already known to everyone, but this explosion was only a test. Starting two days after the explosion, or 52 hours later, our people will launch a full-scale attack on the remaining four evacuation points."
"Why?" the interrogator asked sternly, "What's the point of doing this?"
"I've already stated my conditions."
The interrogator flipped through the interrogation records at the front.
"Requesting the United States Navy to evacuate and displace residents of the Southern Hemisphere... This is impossible, and the Navy has its own affairs..."
"That's your problem," An Sheng interrupted him, "not mine."
An Sheng looked at the one-way transparent glass embedded in the wall on the side. He knew that the person he was meeting was sitting inside and listening to his conversation.
"I know you're in there, President Flix. Maybe you feel I don't have the right to speak to you directly, but I do."
"If you truly love this country and the people who live in it as much as your inaugural propaganda says, then come out from behind your wall and talk to me."
He raised his hands slightly, revealing the shackles at his wrists that were connected to the alloy interrogation table.
The interrogator frowned slightly.
"Mr. Ansheng, please be mindful of your words and actions."
"There's nothing to talk about between us."
An Sheng showed no fear at all. He stared at the interrogator with a smile and said, "I want to talk to the owner behind you, not...waste my breath here with a pet puppy."
The interrogator was not angered by his provocation, but he did not ask any more questions because the door of the interrogation room was already open and the President of the United States of Acre was standing outside.
He was an elderly man wearing a yellow baseball cap. His hair, sticking out from the brim, was naturally curly, with the tips bleached blonde. Unlike his appearances on the news, the president wasn't wearing a formal suit. Instead, he casually wore a white printed short-sleeved shirt and athletic shorts, as if he'd just returned from a beach vacation.
The president walked into the interrogation room, and the original interrogator immediately stood up and offered his seat to him. The security guard outside the door wanted to follow, but was stopped by the president.
As the door of the interrogation room closed, there were only three people left in the room.
Anson, President Flix, and a recorder documenting the interrogation.
The recorder is located on the side of the room, close to the wall. His duty is to objectively record the interrogation process, so in most cases he can be ignored.
"Hello, President Felix." An Sheng spoke first, "This is probably the first time we meet."
"Of course." Felix sat down, took off his cap and placed it on his lap. "But it probably doesn't feel that way to you."
An Sheng chuckled and said, "I've seen you on TV many times."
"That's right." Felix also laughed. "You said you wanted to have a conversation with me, but this conversation is inherently unfair."
"You know everything about me in advance. You know my character, my political goals, and what kind of remarks I will make under different circumstances. And you... my Mr. Ansheng." Felix changed the subject, bowed slightly, and pointed his right index finger at Ansheng's face.
"I know absolutely nothing about you. You're like a cat, walking around in this world for so many years and leaving nothing behind."
"You're too kind." An Sheng shook his head. "Didn't you catch my cat after all?"
"That's different."
"Some cats are caught, while others voluntarily crawl into human cages. The difference lies in whether the interests of both parties are aligned."
An Sheng smiled and said, "Isn't it time to tame it into a house cat next?"
"I'm a reasonable person, and generally I'll take the cat's advice."
"I've already stated my demands." An Sheng put away his smile and said seriously, "There are only two paths before you."
Flix didn't seem surprised by his sudden change of expression. He took out a folded world map from his trouser pocket, flattened it on the table and faced Ansheng.
"What's the meaning?"
"Even if we dispatch the entire fleet, we can't rescue everyone within the allotted time." Felix drew circles on the map with his finger. "Do you understand? These places have been abandoned. It's not us who abandoned these people, but..."
He pointed to the top of his head, and the meaning of his words was self-evident.
"But I brought canned food." Flix pointed his right index finger at the Liman Islands, then slid along the route map to the port of the United States of Acre.
"A little wild cat won't refuse cat food."
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