"So, you can be sure that this person is Rean Hans?"
Colonel Kaiser sat on the edge of the sofa, nodded and said, "It is indeed him. Although his face has been blurred by the explosion, judging from his clothes and body shape, I can definitely say it is him."
Captain Fan Wu took a puff of cigarette, the gloom between his brows was bottomless, "How should I explain to His Highness now?"
"I can only hide it for now. As long as Your Highness doesn't know, I can hide it for as long as I can."
Fan Wu shook the cigarette ashes and said, "The question is how long can we hide it? The news of the train accident may have reached Salat. Even if His Highness doesn't know he is there, what should we do if he calls and asks one day?
answer?"
Kaiser seemed to have no other good idea, "We can only choose to conceal the current situation. As for the future, we can only take it one step at a time."
"Boom!"
"Come in."
Roy opened the door and walked in in a panic. Judging from the situation, something serious must have happened.
The two people in the room were as anxious as ants on a hot pot because of Lien's matter. Seeing Roy's reckless appearance, they were about to ask him, but the other party spoke first.
"Your Highness, Your Highness knows..."
When the two heard this, they immediately became anxious and asked quickly, "What do you know? Does Your Highness know the news about the train accident?"
"No, no, yes," Roy shook his head first, and then nodded. His nervous look made the two men sweat.
"How on earth..."
Roy calmed down and said, "Your Highness, he knows that Lieutenant Lean is on that train."
As soon as this sentence came out, it was like a bomb that exploded instantly in the already terrible atmosphere in the room.
Kaiser and Fan Wu said in shock at the same time, "Why, how could His Highness know so quickly?"
"Not long after you left, Sharda's people passed the news to His Highness, and Your Highness..." Roy frowned, "Colonel, Captain, is that person really Lieutenant Lean?
"
"It's indeed him."
Knowing Leng Ling's relationship with Li En, Roy felt sorry for him in his heart, "What should I do? Your Highness will definitely not be able to bear it if he knows about it."
Fan Wu held the cigarette butt between his fingers and thought about how to proceed with the next step. "Now we can only create the illusion that the person is not Li En. At least, we can delay it for a while."
Kaiser asked, "Lieutenant Roy, how was His Highness's mood when he spoke to you on the phone? Was there any extreme reaction?"
Roy lied a little, "I didn't tell His Highness the news about Lieutenant Lien's accident, so His Highness was very angry at what he did, and said that no matter whether he could return to Sarat safely or not, he would never forgive him."
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Kaiser breathed a sigh of relief, but the gloom in Fan Wu's eyes seemed to be even stronger, "No, His Highness must know."
The two of them were shocked, "What?"
"With His Highness's character, he would not say such words. Now, he must be regretting that he was so angry that he would say such angry words." He took a slow breath of cigarette and stared at the gray smoke he exhaled.
Fan Wu's angular face was filled with confusion, "The plan we wanted to hide from him has failed."
"Then what should we do?" Roy worried. "Without Lieutenant Lien, this will become difficult for us, and it will even hurt His Highness."
Colonel Kaiser shook his head helplessly, "I can't think of a good solution at the moment. Now we can only take one step at a time. There is nothing wrong with Cosell. The few of us should be able to cope with it. What I am worried about is His Highness's side."
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After extinguishing the cigarette butt, Fan Wu said in a calm voice, "People cannot be resurrected after death. Even if His Highness is sad, it will not help. However, His Highness is so strong, I think he will be able to get over his sadness."
Roy agreed, "Yes, we can't help His Highness. The only thing we can do is to share some of his burdens. Sharda's people are still absconding. As long as we catch him, we will definitely get something beneficial to us from him.
Evidence. When the time comes, His Highness can make everything this man has done public and let him go to a military court for trial."
The three of them discussed what to do next. Kaiser stayed in the office to handle matters at the headquarters, while Fan Wu and Roy left the office.
Roy followed Fan Wu through the long corridor and came to the outside of the headquarters. He looked at the lush trees and the grove full of flowers, with worry in his black eyes, "Captain, if His Highness knows that Lieutenant Lean is dead,
He will definitely not be able to accept it. After all, the relationship between the two of them is so deep."
Fan Wu sighed quietly, "Having said that, even if His Highness cannot accept it for a while, he still knows what to do. Because, as a Lansen soldier and our spiritual leader, he should know how to handle national interests and personal interests well.
Emotional relationship. After all, he is responsible for the fate and future of the entire country."
"You are right, but no matter how strong His Highness is, the pain caused by losing that man must be huge for him," Roy said in his voice, thinking of the way that man once hugged Lien and lost his composure in front of everyone.
He softened and said, "I still remember that time, His Highness thought that Lien was dead, and his reaction was very intense at that time. However, just now, his reaction on the phone didn't seem as intense as before. Maybe, he really didn't know
Lieutenant Lean, he has..."
"If that's the case, then it's for the best. Even if His Highness really can't accept it, time can only heal the trauma in his soul."
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In the next few days, Leng Ling walked around the presidential palace as usual, handling various matters. On the surface, he seemed to have regained his composure and put the news of Lean's death behind him.
No one knew how devastated he had been, and no one knew that this man who pretended to be calm had actually been trying hard to prevent others from seeing how sad he was, except Lance.
That afternoon, Lance knocked on the door of Leng Ling's office with a cup of freshly brewed black tea.
What caught his eye was the thin black figure leaning over the desk.
From morning to now, apart from simply eating something, the man has not moved for a long time.
Perhaps, only by working hard can we temporarily forget the pain in our hearts.
Secretly thinking about Leng Ling, Lance put the black tea on the table and said in a soft voice, "Your Highness, you must be tired from being so busy. Have a sip of tea to refresh yourself."
Holding the pen with his slender fingers, Leng Ling was writing something on the document. When he heard Lance's words, he stopped.
His black eyes were no longer as bright as before, and his unfocused eyes were obscure. He moved his lips slightly and said, "Thank you."
Holding the cup with her white hands, Leng Ling took a sip and then started writing again.
Seeing Leng Ling working hard, Lance's urge to protect Leng Ling arose again, "Your Highness, are you worried about something?"
The hand holding the pen paused slightly, Leng Ling ignored Lance and continued writing.
The more Leng Ling pretended to be calm, the sadder Lance felt in his heart. Finally, he couldn't help but said, "Your Highness, actually I heard everything you cried in the room that day."
The thin back was slightly stiff, Leng Ling pursed her thin lips tightly and remained silent.
"I don't know why you are so sad, but if you are worried, don't bear it all by yourself. If you can tell it, maybe you will feel better," Lan paused for a moment and saw that Leng Ling didn't say anything.
Si slowly said, "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I shouldn't peek into your private affairs. I just want to care about you. I don't want to see you sad alone. Please don't misunderstand me."
A hint of sadness flashed across his moist eyes. Leng Ling lowered his eyes and said in a calm voice, "I'm fine, Adjutant Lance, thank you for your concern." He took a pile of documents next to him and handed them to Lance, "This is
Please help me forward this document to the assistant secretary, he will know how to handle it."
After taking the document, Lance moved his lips, "Your Highness..."
"Remember, don't let anyone find out."
"yes."
Bowing slightly disappointed, Lance left the office.
The door was gently closed, Leng Ling put down her pen and rubbed her sour eyes, a trace of melancholy gradually appeared in her deep black pupils.
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Lance left the Presidential Palace with the document, came to Joey's mansion alone, and handed the document to the other party.
Driving alone on the street aimlessly, a car suddenly passed by. The people sitting in the car immediately caught Lance's attention.
With leaden hair and gray eyes of the same color, this man is none other than his enemy, Alan Sharda.
Lance had been looking for an opportunity to track Sharda, but unfortunately his whereabouts were elusive, and it was difficult to get a handle on him at the Presidential Palace. Unexpectedly, he would meet him on the street. It was really an enemy on a narrow road.
I don't know where this Sharda is going. If we can trace his whereabouts, we might be able to find something.
Thinking this, Lance lowered his eyes darkly, accelerated the car and followed him.
The car in front drove quickly along the lively streets and gradually reached the suburbs.
Finally, the car stopped in front of a church. Sharda got out of the car and walked towards the church.
When Lance saw this, he quickly stopped the car. In order not to attract the other party's attention, he deliberately waited for Sharda to go far away before following him.
This is an old church with a typical Gothic architectural style. The towering spire points straight towards the sky, casting a large gray shadow on the grass in the afternoon sun.
The gray figure quickly disappeared behind the church door, and Lance followed.
The interior of the church is no different from other churches. The stained glass windows and the huge dome painted with oil paintings are magnificent.
In the quiet church, a priest stood on the altar, and a few believers sat sporadically on the benches. They followed the priest's words and whispered something.
Looking around, Lance found that Salda was not in the church.
