Chapter 189 Archon
On the streets, brutal and ferocious searchers checked everyone one by one , regardless of gender, age or status; they broke into every household and searched carefully. No matter whether the owner was a wealthy businessman, a high-ranking official or an alien tourist, all the locked doors were violently broken into and carefully checked inside and out, even the vases and storage cabinets under the floor were not spared.
The left arm of the searcher is tied with a cylindrical instrument. When it scans the surroundings, no matter if it is a creature with mimicry or a person wearing mimicry clothing, it will be detected. Once a suspicious point is found, no matter who it is, they will be arrested immediately and interrogated secretly. A young man who was so daring that he tried to play tricks under the eyes of the searcher was arrested. After two days, he was released because he was not suspected. When he saw the light of day again, his first reaction was not to cheer and celebrate, but to jump directly from the 80-story building.
According to official statements, he "committed suicide out of fear of punishment." Dissatisfied and angry citizens once questioned what happened during the interrogation, but the authorities refused to answer, and all the troublemakers were arrested.
"Level 1 wartime alert! If you make any more noise, you will be executed!!"
The Chief of Security who was being questioned had a cold and cruel expression on his face, hiding a bloodthirsty rage. People were frightened by the sudden demeanor of this usually serious and gentle man and dared not protest anymore. They also realized the seriousness of the situation.
Then, the governor of Biqiu Star gave the reason why the search team had to do this in a live news broadcast to the whole country - Paco, the most evil criminal in the history of Biqiu Star, had at least two accomplices, and they were on Biqiu Star. Before being arrested, Paco had handed over a virus reagent stolen from the top-secret research institute of Kayul Company to his accomplices. This virus can be infected in the air and is fatal. Kayul Company currently has no vaccine for treatment. Therefore, once the virus spreads, the destruction of the entire Biqiu Star will be imminent.
At the end of the news, there was the archon's old and haggard face. It was obvious that he had not rested for a long time, but he was still trembling and holding on, as if he would be crushed by the enormous pressure at any time, but also as if he would never fall down and would keep standing until Piqiuxing got through this difficult time.
He said to the people of the entire planet in a hoarse and earnest voice: "I have lived for 537 years and have never left this planet. Bhikkhu is my home, and you are all my family. Children, I know that the hasty and strict search has caused you a lot of trouble and harm. I know that you are panicking, afraid, helpless, angry, and worried... But please believe me, believe in this government elected by everyone, we will do our best to protect our home! All the people of Bhikkhu, you are my support, and I am your backing, we must always unite until this crisis is perfectly resolved by us!"
The deadly virus was on the planet Piqiu. This news would have caused great panic. Some people might do whatever it took to escape the planet, and bloodshed would have been inevitable. This was the reason why the ruling office of Piqiu initially decided not to announce the news. However, the old man's words were like a breeze, taking away the restlessness and panic in everyone's heart. They were still afraid, but every time they saw the figure with ravines on his face but firm eyes, standing firm, they felt respect and trust, and settled down unconsciously. The search went smoother than ever before, and some people actively cooperated. When faced with the cold faces of the searchers, they even took the initiative to send greetings and care. In addition to some small-scale private conflicts, the ruling office, which thought it would face large-scale riots across the planet, unexpectedly found that the people were much calmer, gentler, and more considerate than they had imagined.
When reporters asked them what they thought, many people said:
"Of course I'm scared! But the Archon is still here, I trust him!"
"The Archon is watching us. We cannot let him down."
"They (referring to the Executive Office and the Investigators) are already very busy. We can't add to the chaos at this time!"
"I made trouble earlier because I didn't know why, and I felt my rights were violated. Now that I know the whole story, I understand and will cooperate as I should."
"Why are you still playing games? You want to play! Why are you asking that... Oh, of course I know about the virus, everyone is talking about it! But I'm not afraid, (the problem) will definitely be solved, and then I can live my life as usual."
"I wonder if the Executive Office can cancel this year's exam because of this? Haha... just kidding."
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After sorting out all the poll statistics, young Karl Lun carefully held them with his four tentacles. The virus still weighed heavily on his mind, but he unexpectedly felt very relaxed. He had been an assistant in the Executive Office for five or six years. This was the first time that they did not have to falsify or tamper with data, whitewash the situation, or cover up their mistakes, but the results were better than expected. For the first time, he felt the people's love and support for the Executive Office and the Archon so truly, and without any reluctance, it came completely from the heart. He felt that although his work was unknown , it was full of great significance. Thinking of this, even his steps became much lighter.
Walking to a door with simple but solemn decoration, Karllun couldn't help but breathe lightly. He stood there for a second or two, then smiled shyly at the two people standing by the door and said, "I'm Karllun from the Secretariat. I'm here to deliver the public opinion survey statistics to the Governor. He said that the results should be delivered to him as soon as they come out."
One of them remained alert while the other came over to check carefully, then opened the door sideways and informed the Archon before turning to Karl Lun and saying, "You can go in."
As soon as Karl walked in, the door was immediately closed behind him. The consul was sitting at the table reviewing documents. When he saw Karl come in, he finished writing the last line in his hand, closed the document in his hand, and said to Karl, "Bring it here, let me see it."
At this moment, he looked a little more indifferent and serious than the kind and tolerant appearance in the news, and seemed more majestic; he spoke briefly and to the point, as if he was unwilling to waste any energy on speaking; at the same time, he was also more tired than before, and because of his tiredness, he looked older, but his unshakable perseverance was no different.
Karllon placed the document on his desk with great respect. The consul picked up the statistical data at the top and began to read it. Because he had dealt with too many documents in the past few days and had to coordinate with various parties, his vision became a little blurry and he had to squint to read.
Karl, who had already read all the contents in advance, knew how pleasing the data was, so he was not surprised to see the archon's frown finally relax. He stood quietly by and waited. When the archon finished reading a sheet and took a short break, Karl mustered up the courage to say, "Sir Archon, the people are very supportive of our work. I believe those villains will be caught soon. Please rest assured... and please take care of yourself."
The Archon glanced at him. There was no coldness in his eyes, but Karlen immediately realized that he had overstepped his bounds. He bowed his head and apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, I said too much."
The archon seemed to be able to see the young man's sincere heart through his nervous expression. He said gently, "Don't apologize, Karllun. I appreciate your concern. But now is not the time for me to enjoy myself. The planet of Biqiu is still facing a major threat. I know you have to complete a lot of work during this period, and it is inevitable that you will be tired. Don't force yourself. Go and rest immediately after you go out. The planet is still moving, and I can't tire our young people out."
"I'm fine, sir!" Karlen said hurriedly, "I can continue to work for three days and three nights!"
He looked so young and energetic as he tried to straighten his chest. The Archon couldn't help but smile and nodded, saying, "Let's work hard together."
"yes!"
Karl walked out with his chest held high, his heart excited and spirited, wishing that a mountain of work would overwhelm him. After the door was closed, the archon's rare relaxed expression immediately disappeared, and his expression became heavy and even a little painful.
The back of the office was connected to a small but comfortable private lounge. At this time, the door was gently opened and two people walked out.
"This is our next generation. They are young, impulsive, and easily moved or deceived, but they are the future of Biqiu Star." The Archon said indifferently, "No matter how despicable the means are or how heavy the sins are, I must protect them. So, tell me, what reason do I have for not handing you over to Kaiul Company, but instead helping you escape?"
"If it's really as you said, then we wouldn't be sitting in front of you and talking to you peacefully now." Rong Yuan was very calm. He didn't even use a camouflage suit to disguise himself, nor did he need the consul's permission. He just sat in the meeting chair and spoke face to face with an equal attitude.
Amirida stood behind him. Although she was taller than the two men, she seemed to be much shorter next to them. There was a chair next to her, but she didn't have the courage to face the old man directly. Instead, she hid behind Rong Yuan and bit her lips nervously.
The archon completely ignored Amirida, a highly intelligent species and a citizen of the powerful Landia Empire. He slowly raised his head and fixed his gaze completely on Rong Yuan. Their eyes met, and the cold scrutiny in the old man's eyes and the sword-like sharpness in the young man's eyes suddenly collided. An invisible trade-off and contest unfolded in the air.
The story begins twenty-six hours ago - the twenty-six hours of the Bhikkhu planet.
