Another person in military uniform heard the middle-aged man in a suit and expressed his opinion with a dissatisfied look on his face. "Sincerity? I don't see any sincerity, I only see coercion and inducement. If there is sincerity, will it be necessary to put a fleet above our heads to threaten us?"
"Not attacking is the greatest sincerity." The middle-aged man in a suit glanced at the speaker and said expressionlessly, "If it were you, I'm afraid you would have made the same decision by this time. Maybe you would have launched an attack even though you have the advantage in military strength."
The middle-aged man in a suit's words made the atmosphere in the entire conference room suddenly stagnant, but no one objected to what he said. After all, this was indeed their usual style.
The rest of the people were silent, but the middle-aged man in a suit kept saying, "Then you mean to resist? Just use these remnants of Paris to defeat the future to resist? In front of such a fleet, tell me, what do we have?" What qualifications do you have to resist? Three hours is a lot? Not much, not much at all. Even if we can mobilize troops from other places, I'm afraid they will all be wiped out before Paris, and of course we will be wiped out as well."
"What do you mean, now you want to bring countless people in Paris to die with you? Drag the rest of us to resist with you and then be killed? You don't have to take us with you if you want to die."
After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man glanced at the dissatisfied guy with a sneer. The guy suddenly stood up and slammed his hands on the table in the conference room. He pointed at the middle-aged man in a suit and cursed, "Traitor, you are a traitor, a traitor who is greedy for life and afraid of death."
Suddenly the whole conference room was in chaos. You scolded me and I scolded you, but it was quickly divided into two sides. One side said they insisted on resisting, and the other side hoped for peace. The quarrels between the two sides could be heard even by people outside the conference room door. When they heard the mess in the conference room, the silver-haired young man standing outside the door also narrowed his eyes.
"Enough!" Until more than ten minutes passed, the elder who sat at the head of the table without saying a word and just watching with cold eyes gave a soft drink to quiet the conference room again. After taking a deep breath, he shook his head and said, "The enemy is still inside, is it time to quarrel? You are right. On the one hand, we really have no way to resist Satellite Integration with the current situation, but on the other hand, it is about the dignity of Federation."
"But at this time, after the Void Envoy attack, the entire Federation has fallen into chaos. Especially in Paris, we have no dignity in the eyes of others. Should we die with our own dignity, or should we let the civilians and your subordinates live with dignity? Do we still need to think about it?"
"The DC side will definitely agree to Satellite Integration's request to integrate all the troops. At that time, DC plus Satellite Integration, then where will Federation go? Is it for the world or just for Federation? In fact, you should also have some ideas in your mind."
"That's what I'm saying. Since we are a collective, let's vote by a show of hands. Those who agree to support the resistance raise their right hands, and those who agree to accept the other party's conditions raise their left hands."
The elder's words immediately made the people in the conference room look at each other in confusion, but soon they all sat up. The middle-aged man in a suit raised his left hand without hesitation, and the man who was arguing with him also raised his right hand. The two people's actions were like dropping a stone on a calm lake, causing everyone in the conference room to raise their hands.
But not all the people in the conference room raised their hands. At least those who were conducting the meeting through the projection chose to abstain. At the same time, there were still some people in the conference room who did not raise their hands. Under the leadership of the middle-aged man in a suit, almost all the people in suits who were not soldiers but participated in the meeting, representing Federation government affairs, all raised their left hands and stood on the side of the middle-aged man in a suit.
However, the people in the conference room who were wearing military uniforms and raising their right hands to support the resistance only accounted for half of the military representatives. It seemed that those who supported the opinions of the middle-aged man in suits accounted for the majority.
The elder at the head took a look at the situation in the conference room, and finally raised his hand, raising his left hand that represented acceptance of Satellite Integration's conditions. When he raised his hand, some people in the entire conference room smiled, while some people had faces full of shock and could not believe the elder's final decision.
The remaining people who did not raise their hands looked at each other, suppressed the shock in their hearts, and slowly raised their left hands. In the end, they supported Federation's surrender at a ratio of two to one. The person who accepted Satellite Integration's request won the vote.
"The results have come out. Let's proceed with the next steps according to the results of the vote. Notify the entire army to stay on standby. No military operations are allowed until the final result of the negotiation with Satellite Integration comes out. Contact them. Although we choose to accept the other party's request, we must also put forward our conditions."
"For the sake of the earth and the billions of civilians that Federation has no way to protect, we can agree to the other party's conditions, but just for Federation we should also put forward our conditions. If the other party is sincere, some of our conditions should be met. Even if the army is to be integrated, the integrated army must have a place for us, and Federation must also leave enough troops to ensure stability."
"As for other treatment..." The elder shook his head again and sighed, "You can talk about it yourself."
It can be said that the meeting has ended here. People in high positions left the conference room one by one and informed them of the results of the meeting. The middle-aged man in a suit quickly left the underground military command headquarters with a smile on his face. He also took many people who participated in the meeting with him to prepare for the huge battleship in the sky.
After the entire conference room was emptied, only the elder sitting in the high position was left leaning on the chair for a long time without moving. It was not until the silver-haired young man wearing the captain's military uniform walked into it that the elder looked at the silver-haired young man and took a deep look at him. After that, he said, "I have done what I promised you. Federation will obey Satellite Integration's arrangements. I will not interfere with the next things. When can I do what you promised me?"
The silver-haired young man was El-Elf who was assigned to Federation from the beginning. El-Elf was seen sitting next to the elder and said with a slight smile, "Once the matter is finalized, those people's bodies will naturally be returned to them and they will continue to work in their new positions, including your son."
"In addition to your request, Federation can agree to your request to retain some of its troops, but the number and scale of the troops must be limited. As agreed at the beginning, we will not interfere in government affairs and only require your cooperation. After all, our purpose is the same, and it is all for this earth."