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Chapter 1756 The President (Happy New Year! Long chapter, please vote!)
“Hello, this is Hawk.” Standing beneath the towering wall, Heo held the bracelet and spoke quietly.

Upon hearing He Ao's voice, a slightly older voice came from the other end of the phone, "I saw the arrest warrant, but I couldn't reach you by that number. How are you doing now?"

“It’s alright, there’s no problem,” He Ao said calmly. “The Menshu Group won’t really come to arrest me. The conglomerates are not united, so they’re not targeting me for the time being.”

“You’ve always been very astute about the situation,” the aged voice on the other end of the phone said hoarsely. “So what do you need me to do?”

"Do you know the current head of the intelligence agency?" He asked slowly.

“I know him, but I don’t know him very well,” the voice on the other end said hoarsely. “Although I carried out a large-scale purge of the intelligence agency under the pretext of assassinating the president, I didn’t actually take control of the intelligence agency in the end. You know, my foundation wasn’t deep, and I needed support at the time.”

"So who did you 'sell' the intelligence agency to?" He asked in a low voice.

“Rockwell Energy Group, through Nord Financial, they’ve added a lot of their people to the intelligence agency,” the voice on the other end of the phone said slowly. “I appointed an intelligence agency director, but they quickly sidelined me, and I didn’t manage that side anymore. You know, I only lasted a few months.”

"Who is the current head of the intelligence agency working for?" He Ao asked quickly.

“Kminda appointed an intelligence chief, but he didn’t value the intelligence bureau and had the idea of ​​marginalizing it. The chief he appointed was a capable person,” the voice said with a hint of regret. “But Kminda didn’t stay long. After Skevis took office, he dismissed the chief and appointed a new person from the original intelligence bureau team.”

"The original intelligence team?" He Ao raised an eyebrow. "Were they from Rockwell Energy Group or Nord Financial?"

“I don’t know,” the aged voice on the other end of the phone said slowly. “I have already left Irons and am no longer in the center of power. They would never allow someone who has already stepped down to touch core secrets again.”

Upon hearing this, He Ao remained silent for a moment. "Then who knows the whereabouts of the current intelligence chief?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before the hoarse voice slowly spoke, "I don't recommend you get involved in these things right now. That's the eye of the storm, it's very dangerous, you could very well die there."

Hearing his words, He paused for a moment, then said hoarsely, "Ed, Elian is dead. The intelligence agency arranged for gang members to raid their residence, kill him, and take his body."

There was another brief silence on the other end of the phone.

He Ao continued without pausing, his voice hoarse, "He is my only child."

The world both inside and outside the phone seemed to quiet down at that moment.

"I don't know anything about what happened after the new director took office. All I know is that his name is 'Wild'," the aged voice on the other end of the phone finally said slowly. "Before he took office, he seemed to have had some kind of conflict with the Ellison family. After taking office, he also seemed to have retaliated against the Ellison family. The power of these ancient families is deeply entrenched. Perhaps they can know something."

"I understand." He Ao nodded slightly, preparing to hang up the phone.

Just then, the aged voice rang out again from the other end of the phone, "Brother, be careful."

He Ao paused slightly, then nodded and said, "Okay."

He raised his hand and hung up the phone, then quickly opened his cloud contacts and dialed one of the numbers.

This bracelet was a new one he bought to activate Eve; Hawk's original bracelet had been destroyed in the battle, and the phone card was also a newly bought anonymous one.

beep--

The call went through, but the call was immediately disconnected.

He Ao didn't stop, but immediately dialed the number again.

It's normal for unfamiliar numbers to be hung up on immediately.

This time, the call was answered, and a gentle yet slightly seductive voice came from the other end, "Let me guess who's calling me? Handsome old man~?"

"It seems you haven't given this number to many people," He Ao said calmly.

"That's right, you have no idea how important you are to me. I've always been thinking about you," the voice on the other end of the phone laughed. "You have no idea how much I miss the days when you were here. Those people on the board were like fish that had just learned to walk, they had no brains at all. Sometimes they were so stupid that I wanted to laugh."

At this point, she suddenly changed the subject and asked with a smile, "Handsome old man, why did you suddenly want to call me? Aren't you afraid I'll report you?"

“Meidara, I have something to ask you,” Heo asked directly, “Do you know where Wilder is right now?”

"Wild? Which Wild?" The alluring voice on the phone sounded somewhat puzzled. "Handsome old man, are you referring to which of our friends?"

“He’s not my friend,” Heo said calmly. “Wild, the current director of the Federal Intelligence Service, do you know where he is right now?”

"Why are you looking for him?" Medara asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

"Stop pretending," He Ao said directly, "That priest from the Church of Death who came to hunt me down, is he connected to the intelligence agency? You knew all along that the intelligence agency wanted to deal with me, didn't you?"

“Hey, hey, why are you being so fierce, handsome old man?” Medara laughed. “Bullying girls isn’t gentlemanly behavior.”

"Yes, or no," He Ao said slowly.

“Actually, I’m not entirely sure either; it’s just something I guessed afterward,” Medara chuckled. “After all, you know the intelligence agency has been getting very close to Rockwell Energy lately, and it seems like they were the ones who ordered things to be done against you. Of course, it could also have been the Church of Death who ordered it. According to the old proverb, the friend of my enemy is my enemy.”

She said softly, "It's normal for me to suspect that the intelligence agency is hostile towards you."

Then she paused slightly and continued, "Are you healed now? It would be dangerous for you to go see the director of the intelligence agency now. That guy seems to be a B-level as well."

“My son is dead,” Heo said directly. “It was done by the intelligence agency.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and the person on the other end seemed somewhat shocked by the facts described by He Ao.

After a brief silence, the voice on the other end spoke again slowly, "However, there's no rush for revenge. You need to understand that Wilder now represents more than just the intelligence agency."

“My son’s body is with him,” He Ao said calmly again.

This time, there was complete silence on the other end of the phone.

After an unknown amount of time, Medara sighed, "Old man, our positions are different now. If I give you Wilder's information, it will be very dangerous if things come to light. I will help you conceal your target. That's all."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

He Ao lowered his head, glanced at the screen of the bracelet, and remained calm.

After a brief pause, a new email arrived.

He opened the email; the sender was anonymous, and the web address from which it was sent was untraceable.

The email contained only one address: [Vicart, Stia Luxury Hotel, Presidential Suite; the target may leave at any time.]
The signature below is a bright red lip print.

As He Ao opened the email, after a brief pause, the email was automatically deleted, and a pop-up window appeared saying "The email you are trying to read does not exist".

It seems that Medara's communications are being monitored in some way, which is why she dared not reveal it over the phone.

She probably had someone secretly keeping an eye on the head of the intelligence agency, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to report his location so quickly.

Of course, it's also possible that her paternal family, the Ellison family, had been keeping an eye on the intelligence chief, and she was just using him as a front.

Heo knew very well that Medara was not going to give up this opportunity.

Her current power comes from her father, but even so, her father is only a branch of the Ellison family. If she wants to obtain more resources from the family, she will have to prove herself further.

One way to deal with the family's enemies is to eliminate them.

Ed wouldn't lie to his brother. He pointed out the Ellison family to Howe because he knew that Hawke and Medara were close, which was actually an implication for Howe to go to Medara.

Medara, it's likely, had been keeping an eye on these things ever since the night 'Hawk' was being hunted down, when she extended a gesture of goodwill to Heo.

However, in this respect, she and He Ao share the same interests.

This, in turn, made He Aoneng believe her to some extent.

Without any vested interests, Medara could betray his teammates at any time, but if they are bound by mutual interests, Medara is quite reliable.

Gathering his thoughts, He Ao looked at the city gate not far ahead.

Vicate City is quite far from here; even the Pluto would probably have to travel a long time to get there.

-

Irons Greystone Palace
A handsome man with fluffy golden curly hair sat by the window in the sunset, flipping through a book in his hands.

“Mr. President,” a young woman walked in, carrying a thick stack of documents, and handed them to the handsome man, “today, in five more cities, there were clashes between corporations and protesters, resulting in casualties.”

"How is the situation?" The handsome man put down the book in his hand, looked up, and looked at the woman.

“Three people died and more than a dozen were injured,” the woman said hoarsely. “These clashes have led to more intense confrontations, and some protesters have even started storming the corporation’s branches and properties.”

"Can't these conglomerates rein themselves in a little?" The handsome man's brow twitched slightly. He rubbed his temples and sighed, "I've warned them many times already."

“We also routinely inquired with the consortium,” the young woman said slowly, her head bowed. “They said it was a decision made on their own by the mercenaries, and that these marches had encroached on their private territory, so they had the right to ‘fight back’ against the intruders.”

Upon hearing this, the handsome man remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Alright, let them handle the aftermath themselves. We just need to deal with Christos and prevent these idiots who are used to bullying others from bringing us more enemies."

He raised his hand, rubbed his temples, and continued, "What's the situation with the protests? Which cities are still holding protests?"

“The marches have never stopped,” the woman said cautiously, “and they are still expanding. There are now nearly a hundred cities with marches, mostly in big cities. The more prosperous the city, the more marches there are.”

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Moreover, due to the bloodshed between the corporations and the protesters, the demonstrations in many places are escalating further, and..."

"And what?" The handsome man looked up at the woman.

“Moreover,” the woman paused, “one of the main demands of their march was to urge local senators and representatives to impeach you.”

“Foolish people,” the handsome man said, his hand resting on the book, the veins on the back of his hand bulging slightly. “They’re willing to risk their lives and go against the conglomerate for the sake of a mayor of Dawn City whom they may have never even met, and that evil god ‘K’. They’re utterly foolish.”

The young woman lowered her head cautiously, not daring to respond.

"Is there anything else?" The handsome man took a deep breath, seemingly calming himself down, and looked up at the woman.

“And also,” the woman glanced at the handsome man, “a message came from the intelligence agency saying that the president…”

She paused slightly. "The remains of former President Keminda have not yet been found."

“Then let them keep searching,” the handsome man said, his expression slightly grim. “No matter the cost, they need to find it.”

"Yes." The woman nodded slightly.

“And,” the handsome man looked up, “where’s that old bastard from the FBI? Hasn’t he returned to Irons yet? He should have come to see me long ago!”

“The FBI says the former director is still out investigating the whereabouts of the angel-level alien beasts, and they can’t get in touch with him,” the woman said slowly. “If they do get in touch, they will inform the former director of the situation as soon as possible.”

"They can't get in touch with the chief, so are the rest of them just useless trash?" the handsome man said coldly. "They haven't done a single thing I ordered them to do, not a single clue about the parade has been passed on."

The woman lowered her head, her body tense, and said cautiously, "I'll go and urge them again..."

"Don't be nervous, this isn't your problem." The handsome man shook his head, looked up, and gazed at the setting sun through the old-fashioned glass window and the crisscrossing security bars outside.

Finally, he sighed, "Never mind, you go ahead and get busy."

"Okay." The young woman nodded slightly.

"By the way," just then, the handsome man suddenly looked up and called out to the young woman, "Former President Keminda has been buried."

Upon hearing this, the woman paused slightly, then nodded gently and said, "Yes, I will remember."

The woman then slowly backed out of the room.

click -

Once the door was completely closed, the veins on the handsome man's hand, which was pressing against the book cover, bulged out one by one.

Nourishes—

His fingers curled, tearing the book cover and the top half of the inner pages together, crumpling it into a tattered ball.

happy New Year!