138 Occupy the UNN headquarters building in Tarsonis
In a single cubicle on the second floor of the unn headquarters building, 22-year-old news editorial assistant Mike Liberty is working. His excellent results in journalism at Tarsonis University allowed him to successfully enter the unn universe news network.
Mike is a young man with blond hair and blue eyes. He is of medium to short stature and cannot even stand out among the generally tall Tarsonis.
At 0:30 a.m. on May 21, Mike, who was working the night shift, had already worked for more than four hours. The holographic projection analog clock displayed on the glass wall of his office cubicle clearly told him that he would not be able to go home to sleep until 4 o'clock.
As the largest and most influential news company in the Tyranid Federation, Unn Universe News Network has countless subsidiaries, covering all the main star worlds and numerous colonies. Unn's assets are not inferior to any monopoly company belonging to the Creation Family, and its influence is
It is enough to reverse the direction of public opinion, and they have essentially monopolized the news industry of the Terran Federation.
Of course, the studio and editorial office area of UNN's headquarters building are in operation 24 hours a day, and news from various sectors, galaxies and time periods are constantly sent to Tarsonis.
Therefore, the UNN headquarters building not only needs someone to be on duty at night, but also cannot stop working. Of course, the salary during this period is also quite generous, which is why Mike is willing to work hard for it.
Since the last report on Korhal 4, special correspondent Mike was transferred back to the UNN headquarters in Tarsonis as an editorial assistant on the same day due to his unclear position. It is said that this incident even alarmed those "heavyweights" at the shareholders' meeting.
People," Mike was told that he almost got fired.
For young Mike Liberty, his exciting career as a reporter in Kharkiv has come to an end. Even so, Mike's curiosity and seemingly endless thirst for knowledge about the truth hidden under lies and corruption have also come to an end.
It teased his heart like a cat's paw.
Unlike the other paparazzi reporters in the headquarters who focus all day on the gossip about celebrities and fashion circles and the every move of the Tarsonis nobles, Mike is a man who dares to investigate the corruption within the federal government and expose the truth.
Mike has his own set of standards for judging what is right and wrong, and his reports are always the ones that are closest to the truth without making any subjective additions or changes.
In today's UNN, there are very few such people, and the fate of Mike's predecessors who are outspoken and dare to tell the truth can be a warning to him to dig deeper into corrupt officials and the management of the founding family family business.
Enough is enough when there are ugly inside stories - although this kind of vigilance always has little effect every time Mike is about to discover the truth.
This rotten government can dig up so much black material that it will make Mike drool. The scandals and the truth that can make the people full of indignation will undoubtedly increase the ratings significantly, but once this kind of news is broadcast, it will be because of the influence of some big shots.
He was strangled in anger.
In order to deliver news smoothly, editors often polish Mike's reports. After layers of revisions, his carefully prepared manuscripts will be revised beyond recognition.
Even so, Mike still worked tirelessly to complete his work, hoping that one day he would be able to get a news column or even the position of editor-in-chief with his talents, and then let everyone in the Tyranid Federation take a look at the big news he broke.
But dreams are out of reach for those in Tarsonis who have not fallen into a life of drunkenness and dreams. Now Mike, the assistant news editor, still lives a boring life of punching in and clocking in at work.
Mike's daily job is to find breaking news that satisfies Editor-in-Chief Anderson among the complicated and nonsensical trivial news returned from various planets in the Federation territory, so that it can be used to silence the chattering mouths of the executive directors.
When the numbers on the clock jumped to 0:55, Mike finally finished processing the documents at hand. Now the report about Korhal 4 has taken up one-third of the news section, and more people are beginning to learn about the existence of this planet.
There were not just riots.
While he was worried about the fate of the people of Korhal 4, Mike also knew that he was powerless to change everything. He shook his head, first drank a cup of coffee to refresh himself, and then stood up and walked out of his office cubicle towards the toilet.
At this time, some editorial assistants and editors who were changing shifts were walking to the office area, and Mike greeted some familiar people.
"Old Vermillion, I heard that your son was admitted to Tarsonis University. I look forward to the day when that boy will inherit his father's legacy." Mike said.
"Yeah, that boy, he really makes me proud!"
Mike stayed in the toilet for nearly fifteen minutes and did not come out until 1:15 in the morning. After washing his face, he walked slowly towards his work. He believed that even the destruction of Tarsonis would not stop him from fishing.
But at this time, Mike keenly noticed that something was wrong with the corridor in the building. Usually there would be at least one guard in black uniform guarding there.
These tough guys with strong bodies and round waists are all retired soldiers. They are enough to deal with any unscrupulous people who want to sneak into the headquarters building. There are guards equipped with magnetic capture nets, stun guns and batons in every aisle, elevator and stairway.
Guarded day and night, this is undoubtedly a very strict defense from the perspective of the executive directors.
After all, this is the headquarters building of a news company, not a bank or a military fortress, and there are no marines in power armor stationed there.
Although Mike has always called the Marine Corps a concentration camp for criminals and believes that the most notorious criminals and incorrigible villains in the entire Terran Federation have entered the Marine Corps, they never leave their posts during working hours.
Although no one has ever forced their way into the headquarters building in the past fifty years, there are always homeless people and thieves from the slums trying to sneak in and steal something.
Moreover, the UNN headquarters building is in the center of Tarsonis City, right next to Bennett and the Terra Sky Tower, so neither riots nor demonstrations can occur here.
When the Battle of Kailian broke out, a group of Tarsonis citizens wanted to attack the headquarters building because they were dissatisfied with unn's false reports. However, they were driven away by the Tarsonis police before they could gather. This was also a rare opportunity for them.
Efficient and reliable when not because the Tarsonis Police Department gets a huge extra stream of revenue from unn every year.
After taking another two steps, a guard who was lying in the corridor asked Mike to rub his eyes. But when he was about to shout or do something, the hypnotic gas had already entered his body in one breath.
in the blood circulation system.
Mike collapsed to the ground in extreme fear.
…
When Mike woke up again, he found that he was surrounded by a group of strangers holding mini electromagnetic pistols. There were about a dozen of them in total, wearing the same gas masks as himself. Mike's first reaction was to pretend to be dead.
He immediately became aware of these unprecedented terrorist attacks.
What are these people here for? I heard that the editor-in-chief of Unn, Anderson, has filled the basement of the headquarters building with dirty information about dignitaries, which can go around Tarsonis.
"Mr. Mike Liberty, our leader is grateful for the kindness you showed to the people of Korhal 4 in your report." A man wearing a gas mask and holding a slender electromagnetic rifle said to Mike
Said. His voice sounded like the roar of an old bellows, like broken metal scraping against the wall. It sounded very uncomfortable.
"You'd better open your eyes, I know you're awake."
"..." Mike could only sit up. Even though his hands and feet were not bound, he did not dare to play any tricks. When he looked at the people around him, Mike thought of some possibility, but
He was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"We are the revolutionary army... to be precise, we are agents." the other party replied.
"Oh - you are a psychic." Although Mike was still very scared, he was not a person who would shrink from danger.
When Mike looked around, he was surprised to find that this was the first studio of the UNN headquarters building. The walls were covered with notes from major news, cameras, screens with constantly jumping images, and papers on the ground like snowflakes.
Those who were supposed to be working here collapsed to the ground and were dragged to a corner and piled together by the agents.
"Are they dead?" Mike asked tremblingly.
"They just passed out." The ghost agent said: "The paralyzing gas we put through the air conditioning system is not fatal."
"We kept you awake because we thought someone should remember what happened today," he said. "I know you will end up with us. If you write a detailed report, the whole universe will know about today."
what happened."
"We will not harm innocent people, today we are just to expose the truth."
Mike didn't know how to answer. From what this man said, he could tell that these people should be from the Korhal Revolutionary Army. However, even if Mike had reported the true situation on Korhal 4 and won the favor of these radicals, but
That doesn't mean you are absolutely safe.
It sounds like he is at the center of a big news. Tomorrow the entire Federation will explode because of the attack on UNN headquarters. Just like a normal reporter, in young Mike's heart, excitement gradually overcame fear.
"Why did you attack here?" Mike asked.
"You'll find out soon enough," the agent said.
Mike hated people who played riddles, but he didn't dare to get to the bottom of it.
At this time, Mike noticed that some agents were operating something in front of the terminal computer in the studio - they were either downloading data or uploading it.
In any case, the executive directors will be furious, and the leadership team except for the shareholders' meeting will have to undergo a major shake-up, which will cost them their jobs.
At this moment, except for the sound of footsteps and fans, the entire UNN headquarters building is silent. No matter how much time has passed, the Tarsonis Police Department, the Federal Security Service, and a series of people responsible for this matter must be with them.
Sleep in a warm bed.
Everyone was silently doing the work at hand.
Until the picture on the studio's main screen suddenly changed, replaced by a solemn hall with the Federation flag flying. The images played above were being synchronized to several of the nearest main star worlds via Tarsonis's signal tower, and then
It continues to spread centered on these main star worlds.
It is still night on this hemisphere of Tarsonis, but it is day on the other side. In other words, hundreds of millions of Tyranids on all the colonial planets of the Tyranid Federation may be watching this program at this moment.
Mike couldn't help but look over. There were at least thirty holographic projection screens playing the same picture. He could almost conclude at a glance that what was on the screen was the Reasonable Hall of the Nagfa Council Hall in Tarsonis City.
The faces of those people in the Hall of Reason are very familiar to Mike. Mike knows the appearance and political leanings of every politician by heart. Most of the patriarchs of the Creation Family are too low-key to be known to the public.
As you know, these big families with a long history don't like to package themselves in a high-profile way.
It was a meeting of the Federal Parliament, and normally such meetings are not allowed to be filmed. From the perspective of the camera, this should have been taken by a participant, because it showed his own perspective.
"The issue read out below is a proposal to use an apocalypse-class nuclear bomb to destroy Korhal 4 -" The speaker was the well-known politician Vestion McMaster, who was famous for leading the effective new Tarsonis system.
Best known for his economic policies and the Fringe Sector Farm Grant Program that bears his name.
"What?" Mike was stunned.
"What is he saying?"
"... Release the nuclear bomb! Let Korhal 4 turn into scorched earth!"
"This is not true." Mike still couldn't recover from the shock.
"Oh my God, does this old bastard know what he is talking about?" Mike's face turned dark: "This is a massacre, this is genocide, this is the truth."
"We can already expect protest marches everywhere, and the federal parliament will be brought into disrepute - even though they are already bad."
Mike can think about what happened in areas where riots broke out and were quickly quelled. Since the Federal Congress can use nuclear bombs, they can use all other weapons.
"Now, the people of the Federation already know what heinous things their government can do." The agent on the side said calmly to Mike, while other agents had already begun to retreat the moment the data was uploaded.
"These bastards! They can't stand it now." Mike scolded.
"Before I leave, Mr. Boletti, I sincerely invite you to join the Revolutionary Army," he said.
"Revolutionary Army..." Mike considered the invitation seriously: "But what can I do? I can't even carry a gun."
"Just do what you are good at. Here you are just an unknown clerk. But in the Revolutionary Army's channel, you are the editor-in-chief of the new unn." The ghost agent said.
"It's a very tempting proposal. To be precise, you hit my weak spot with just one word." While Mike was still thinking about it, a large number of police yachts and armed spaceships appeared in the sky above Tarsonis City.
According to the normal promotion situation, Mike would have to be at least thirty years old before he could get into the position of editor, but he was still not sure whether he should abandon his stable job to work in a job where he might be shot at any time.
"Okay, you can think it through before contacting us... Now, for your safety." The ghost agent said to Mike before disappearing: "It's better that you pass out like them."