Chapter 567 Madeline Was Frightened

"This matter is not over yet."

Two weeks after the Opportunity City incident, the United Federation Administration Bureau in Lanston Parish, the capital of the United Federation.

The black skyscrapers soared into the sky, and the area within a radius of 1,300 miles was a heavily guarded restricted area. On the dedicated apron, a dark blue military transport plane had just landed. Madeline got off the plane and walked towards the hangar.

Four supermen in dark blue suits protected Madeline in the middle. On the periphery, more than a dozen teams of armed psychic rangers were on high alert.

"This matter is not over yet!"

After entering the hangar, Madeline repeated it again. The chairman had been waiting here for a long time. After the Opportunity City incident, he had expected Madeline to die because of it.

Madeline seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and there were more white hairs in her long hair. She didn't dare to fall asleep these few nights, for fear that Chen Ke would take her life in her dreams.

The expression on the chairman's face did not reveal what he was thinking. He just patted Madeline and comforted her symbolically, then accompanied Madeline to get into the black car and drove to the headquarters building.

"We all underestimated our opponents and thought we were fully prepared."

In the car, the chairman comforted Madeline. Because of the Opportunity City incident, the United Federation lost a superman, which was the most important thing.

Madeline was distracted. She had never been so uneasy and panicked, but she also understood that she had made big mistakes on both levels.

As the director of the Administration, she was too protective of her agent Diana. Even though the other party had become an alienated individual, she still commanded R6 to carry out a live capture operation, resulting in the annihilation of R6.

And the other identity she played, because of a momentary thought, handed over the green holy diamond, that is, the fragment of the heart of God. This action will be regarded as a judgment by the organization behind it.

"What did the director of the Administration say?" Madeline asked.

"The old man didn't say anything. I think he is more concerned about the person who killed Superman instead of Superman now." The chairman said.

"We have information about him. He was not alone that day." Madeline said.

"We all know, but it is not up to the Administration to decide what action to take against him." The chairman said in a deep voice.

Foundation...

The woman left a message for the chairman, promising the man who killed Superman six months of freedom.

"Have you had any contact with the Foundation recently?" Madeline asked.

"No, for us, the meeting with them happened a month ago, but for them, it may only be a few minutes... But I don't think the old man will obey the Foundation's wishes this time. I won't reveal more details, Madeline, the old man should tell you in person." The chairman said.

Madeline didn't speak, looking out the window.

The white square and the blue sky occupied her vision, and the red mountains in the distance were rolling. At this time, the car had entered the range of the Psychic Sealing King, and Superman's car was parked outside.

The chairman and Madeline took a special high-speed elevator straight to the top floor of the 99th floor, and that entire floor was the office of the director of the General Administration.

The black marble floor reflected the two people. Led by the female secretary, they walked in the silent corridor, with only the echo of high heels and leather shoes.

This floor was adjusted to light-avoiding mode, and the lights were deliberately dimmed. Madeline always felt that there were more than three people in the corridor, and there was a pair of eyes staring at her.

"Director, Ms. Madeline and Mr. Walker are here." The female secretary stood in front of the door at the end of the corridor and said softly.

The door opened a crack.

The female secretary turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, then returned to the secretary's seat beside her.

"You first." Chairman Walker tilted his head.

"It feels strange." Madeline expressed her doubts.

"Is this your first time meeting the director?" Walker said.

"Yes." Madeline said.

"Get used to it as soon as possible." Walker said.

Madeline sorted out her emotions and pushed the door open with both hands.

A beam of cold white light seeped out from the room. On the closed office wall, the dawn of the Yaramayi jungle was projected. Birds were chirping softly, fish were jumping up and down in the mountain stream, and a three-dimensionally projected deer was walking on the office floor. Grass and flowers were repeatedly blooming and withering.

Madeline saw an old man sitting in a high-tech wheelchair, with his back to them, admiring the morning shadows of the forest created on the wall. There was a ventilator and a pacemaker hanging behind the wheelchair, and a bucket for feces and urine at the bottom.

"Hush... Hush..." Heavy panting came from the old man.

Madeline walked forward slowly. She was very curious about what the director of the General Administration looked like.

"Enough." Walker grabbed Madeline's wrist and motioned her not to get closer, but to stand with him and keep a certain distance.

"He is...?" Madeline asked in a low voice.

Walker nodded and made a "hush" gesture.

The two were silent for a while, and the old man suddenly spoke at this time.

"Are you the director of Opportunity City?" the old man asked.

"I... I'm Madeline... the director of the Opportunity City Branch." Madeline responded.

"I heard about what happened over there. Many young people died." The old man said.

"It's not too late... We have taken measures. The news of Superman's death has been strictly blocked. We are still preparing..." Madeline talked nonstop.

At this time, the projected scenery in the room changed, from the pale dawn to the red dusk. The insects in the forest chirped louder, and the deer jumped past Madeline.

"Life is always so fragile, isn't it? I think you did your best that day." The old man said.

"Everything is under our control. The terrorists will soon..." Madeline was interrupted by the old man halfway through.

"But it's not enough." The old man said.

The wheelchair slowly turned around, and the red dusk turned into a dark blue night. A venomous snake hung down from the branch, spitting out its tongue, swaying in front of Madeline's eyes.

Madeline saw the old man's face, her heart trembled, and she subconsciously took a half step back. Walker reached out and supported Madeline from behind. He knew that people who met the director for the first time could not accept it.

The old man was very old, and the facial features on his face were almost like zombies. His old body curled up in the wheelchair, his hands tightly holding the armrests, the tube of the ventilator was inserted in his throat, and there was a patch on his temple to remotely control the movement of the wheelchair.

There were three symbiotic stones inserted into the old man's forehead, which were emitting a faint blue halo. Madeline felt like she was looking at a zombie. She didn't expect that the director of the United Federation's Administration Bureau would be so terrifying.